Dilana planned but her daddy dominated

The knock came again, sharper this time, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was still groggy from the morning. The house was eerily quiet since my wife and Dilana had left for the train station. I glanced at the clock—8:30 AM. Who would be at my door this early?

I padded to the door, my bare feet silent on the cool tiles. Peering through the keyhole, my breath caught in my throat. Dilana. My heart raced as I fumbled with the lock, my hands suddenly unsteady.

The door creaked open, and there she stood, her long hair tied up in a messy bun, her glasses slightly askew. She was still in her travel clothes—a snug t-shirt and a pair of shorts that seemed to cling to her every curve.

“Hi, Dad,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Dilana?” I managed, my voice cracking slightly. “What are you doing here? I thought you and your mom left for the station.”

She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her presence filling the room in a way that made my chest tighten. “I forgot something,” she said casually, though her eyes lingered on me a beat too long. “Mom’s already on the train. She told me to come back here and get it.”

“Oh,” I stammered, closing the door behind her. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more dangerous than the last. She’s alone here with me.

Dilana moved through the house with a familiarity that was both comforting and unsettling. She walked into the living room, her hips swaying just enough to make my mouth go dry. I followed her, my eyes instinctively dropping to the way her shorts hugged her thighs.

“What did you forget?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She turned to face me, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Just something,” she said, her tone light. But her eyes held a weight that quickened my pulse. I couldn’t help but notice how her t-shirt clung to her chest, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the curves underneath.

My thoughts drifted back to those Friday movie nights. The times I’d let my hands wander over my wife’s body while Dilana lay just a few feet away. Was she aware? Did she know how much she affected me?

Dilana stepped closer, her gaze locking onto mine. “You’ve been staring a lot lately, Dad,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

My stomach tightened at her words, and my mouth suddenly dry. She knew. She had to know.

“I—I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered, though the heat in her eyes told me she wasn’t buying it.

She took another step closer, her proximity making my skin tingle. “You’ve been watching me,” she continued, her voice low and steady. “I see the way you look at me. Especially when I’m in skirts.”

My breath hitched, my mind spinning. How could she be so bold? So direct?

“Dilana, I—” I started, but she cut me off, her hand reaching out to rest on my chest.

“It’s okay, Dad,” she said, her voice softening. “You don’t have to hide it. Not from me.”

Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat straight through me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body responding in ways I knew I shouldn’t.

“You’re my daughter,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is wrong.”

She tilted her head, her lips curving into an innocent and seductive smile. “Is it?” she asked, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Because it doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively reaching for her waist. Her skin was warm beneath my fingers, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

“Dilana,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “We can’t—”

But she silenced me with a kiss, her lips pressing against mine in a way that made my head spin. Her body moulded to mine, her hands tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss.

For a moment, I was lost in her, my mind blank except for the sensation of her against me. But then reality crashed down, and I pulled back, my chest heaving.

“We can’t do this,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Why not?” she asked, her tone challenging. “We’re alone. No one has to know.”

I hesitated, my resolve crumbling under the weight of her gaze. She was right—we were alone. No one would ever find out.

But still, a part of me knew this was dangerous. She was my daughter. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes. She stepped closer, her hands resting on my shoulders. “Don’t think about it, Dad,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Just feel.”

And then she kissed me again, harder this time, her body pressing against mine in a way that left no room for doubt. My hands moved of their own accord, sliding down her back to grip her hips. I kissed her back with equal fervour.

Her moan was soft, almost inaudible, but it sent a shiver down my spine. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, her touch desperate and needy.

“Dilana,” I groaned, my voice thick with desire. “We—we need to stop.”

But she didn’t listen, her hands slipping beneath my shirt to explore the planes of my chest. Her touch was intoxicating, her nails dragging lightly over my skin as she kissed me again.

I knew I should push her away, should stop this before it went too far. But every fibre of my being was screaming for her. My body responded in ways I couldn’t control.

Her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my pyjamas. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

“Dilana,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “We can’t—”

But she cut me off again, her lips trailing down my neck as her hands worked to tug my pyjamas down. “Shh,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. “Just let me do this.”

Then her hand was on me, her gentle touch making my knees weak. I groaned, my head falling back as her fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly, deliberately.

“That’s it, Dad,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Just relax.”

But there was no relaxing, not with her touching me like this. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin. She continued to stroke me, her movements growing more confident with each passing second.

“Dilana,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable. “You—you need to stop.”

But she didn’t. Instead, she dropped to her knees, her eyes locking onto mine as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of me.

“No,” I groaned, though my body was betraying me, my hips arching toward her involuntarily. “We can’t—”

But then her mouth was on me, her tongue swirling around the tip in a way that made my entire body shudder. My hands tangled in her hair, my fingers gripping tightly. She took more of me into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as she sucked me deeper, her tongue working in ways that made it impossible to think.

Her hands gripped my hips, her nails digging into my skin as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of me with each pass. The sensation was overwhelming, my body trembling as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening as she looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire.

“Dad,” she whispered, her voice soft but laced with need. “I want you.”

My heart stopped for a moment, her words sending a jolt of heat straight through me. She wants me.

But before I could respond, she stood, her hands moving to the waistband of her shorts. She tugged them down, along with her panties, her movements slow and deliberate.

And then she was standing there, completely bare, her body on full display. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes roaming over her curves, her perfect, flawless skin.

“Dad,” she said again, her voice trembling. “Please.”

And that was it—that one word, one plea, shattered whatever resolve I had left. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. I kissed her with everything I had.

She moaned into my mouth, her body arching against mine as my hands roamed over her skin, exploring every inch of her. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one thing was clear—I wanted her. I needed her.

And as I lifted her onto the couch, her legs wrapping around my waist, I knew there was no turning back. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, skin against skin. We whispered words that neither of us could take back.

And as I slid into her, her body was tight and welcoming around me. I knew that this was it. There was no going back from this. But at that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was her, the way she felt beneath me. The way she moaned my name as I moved inside her.

As we moved together, lost in each other, I knew this was just the beginning. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding. The weight of what had just happened settled over me like a thick, suffocating fog. Dilana lay beside me, her breathing uneven, her body trembling.

Her tears had dried. But the redness in her eyes was a stark reminder of the line I had crossed. The guilt gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting. What have I done? The question echoed in my mind. But there was no answer or justification to ease the storm inside me.

The guilt clawed at my conscience. But another part of me felt something darker and more primal. The way she had looked at me, the way she had moaned my name, the way her body had responded to mine—it had awakened something in me that I couldn’t ignore.

She wanted this. She wanted me. The thought was dangerous and intoxicating. It sent a surge of heat through me that I couldn’t suppress. I turned to look at her. Her body was still flushed, her skin glowing in the room’s dim light. She was beautiful, ethereal.

In that moment, she was mine. Mine. The word echoed in my head. I felt a need to claim her again, to make sure she knew who she belonged to.

“Diana,” I said, my voice low and rough. She turned to look at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and something else—something that made my pulse quicken. “You wanted this,” I continued, my tone firm, almost commanding. “You wanted me. So now, it’s my way. Understand?”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her lips trembling as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

The sound of her calling me sent a jolt of electricity through me. I felt myself getting hard again. I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek before sliding down to her neck. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my touch, and it only fueled my desire.

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “You’re mine now. And I’m going to show you what that means.” Before she could respond, I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, my hand coming down on her ass with a sharp slap.

She gasped, her body jerking in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched her back, her ass pressing against me in a way that made my cock twitch with anticipation. I slapped her again, harder this time, and she moaned, the sound sending a rush of heat straight to my groin.

She likes it. The realization made me even more determined to punish her. To make her feel every bit of the dominance coursing through me. I spread her legs, my hands gripping her hips. I positioned myself at her entrance. She was still wet, her body welcoming me as I pushed inside her.

She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as I began to move, each thrust harder, rougher than the last.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes again. “It’s too much. I can’t take it.”

“I don’t care,” I growled, my hands tightening on her hips as I continued to pound into her. “You wanted this, Diana. You wanted me. So now, you’re going to take it. All of it.”

Her cries only spurred me on, and I fucked her with a raw intensity that was almost primal. I wanted to claim her, to make sure she knew who she belonged to. I wanted to make her feel every inch of me, to leave her breathless and broken.

But as I looked down at her, her body trembling beneath me, her tears streaming down her face, I felt a pang of guilt. Am I going too far? The thought was fleeting, though, as the pleasure took over. I found myself lost in the sensation of her tightness around me.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a groan, I came inside her, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I collapsed on top of her, my breathing ragged. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

But before I could catch my breath, I felt her shift beneath me, her hand reaching up to touch my face. I looked down at her, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and something else—something that made my chest tighten.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice soft and trembling. “I… I never imagined you’d be so… so rough. It hurts… but… I love it.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through me, and I felt myself getting hard again. She loves it. The thought was thrilling and terrifying, making me want to claim her all over again.

But before I could act on that impulse, she reached up, her fingers brushing against my lips. She whispered, “Please, Daddy… fuck my mouth.” The request was unexpected, but it ignited something in me, a need to dominate her completely.

I moved off of her, my hands gripping her shoulders as I guided her to her knees. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with fear and anticipation. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as I positioned myself at her lips.  She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste me.

I groaned, the sensation almost too much to bear. I pushed into her mouth, my hands tightening in her hair as I began to thrust, each movement rough and demanding. She gagged, her tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and something else—something that made my cock throb with need. I fucked her mouth with the same intensity that I had fucked her pussy, each thrust harder, rougher than the last. Her cries were muffled, her body trembling as I dominated her.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a groan, I cum in her mouth, my body shuddering with the force of my release. She swallowed, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Daddy… that was… so intense. I… I can’t believe you…”

But before she could finish, I pulled away, my cock still hard as I looked down at her. She’s mine. The thought was all-consuming, and I knew that I would never be able to let her go.

But as I reached down to grab her again, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “Daddy… please… I’m not sure I can take anymore…”

I hesitated, my hand hovering over her.

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