She was eighteen and still living under his roof when it happened. He came home from the bar late, the door slamming hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. She was in the kitchen in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, pouring a glass of water. The second she saw his face she knew something was off.
“Daddy?” she said, voice small.
He didn’t answer with words. He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the hair, and spun her around. The glass hit the floor and shattered. He shoved her face-first against the fridge, one big hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other ripped her panties down her thighs.
“You’ve been teasing me for years,” he growled against her ear. “Walking around half-naked, calling me Daddy like it don’t mean nothing. Tonight you’re gonna learn what it really means.”
She struggled, but he was twice her size and twice as strong. He kicked her feet apart, freed his cock, and drove into her dry cunt in one brutal thrust. She cried out, the sound muffled against the stainless steel. He didn’t stop. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping her ass, the force of each stroke knocking her into the fridge. Every time she tried to twist away he yanked her hair harder and slammed deeper.
“Take it,” he snarled. “This is what you get for being a little cocktease in my house.”
Her body betrayed her. The pain started turning into something hotter, slicker. Her pussy clenched around him even while she whimpered no. He felt it and laughed, low and mean.
“Already getting wet for Daddy’s dick? Filthy fucking girl.”
He pulled out, spun her around, and forced her to her knees. His cock, shiny with her juices, slapped against her lips. “Open.” When she hesitated he pinched her nose shut until she gasped, then shoved inside. He fucked her throat without mercy, holding her head with both hands while tears streamed down her face. She gagged and drooled but he didn’t let up until he was ready to cum.
He dragged her to the living room couch, bent her over the arm, and mounted her again. This time he reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he pounded her. She came hard, shaking and sobbing, and the second her cunt spasmed around him he flooded her with thick ropes of cum.
He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep, breathing against the back of her neck.
“You’re mine now,” he said. “Every night. Every hole. You don’t get to say no anymore.”
She lay there, legs trembling, his cum leaking down her thighs, and whispered the only word she could manage.
“Yes, Daddy.”
