Brian had always known he’d make a terrible father, but fate was kind of a bitch like that. He’d become one way too young, his kid’s mother leaving in the dead of night when the baby was five months old. Knowing he was no good for her, he’d considered giving her up...but he loved her way too damn much.

So it had always been just the two of them. She was the twinkle in his eye, the end of his every day, his whole world. He dated some, but being a single dad it was rough. Sure, when Rayven was young, the women all loved seeing his sexy ass taking care of a one year old--cooing at her and bragging about her and feeding her and burping her. But once she got older, it was mostly a warning sign of baggage. Not that he cared. He didn’t have time for a relationship anyway.

He tried not to spoil her over the years, tried to be her father and not her best friend. But it being the two of them, that was hard. As she got older, their friendship deepened and they told one another pretty much everything. Fortunately, this meant she typically obeyed him and he didn’t have to ground her or anything. Unfortunately….into her teen years it became apparent, in a hugely fucked up way, that she clearly needed a father figure in her life. But it was too late for that.

Rayven hit puberty a long time ago, and while it had been hugely awkward because he wasn’t a mother, he thought he dealt with it pretty well. And everything had gone on fine until she was somewhere around 16 ½ . Overnight, almost, she started dressing and acting differently. She suddenly learned how to put on makeup and did her long hair in cascading curls after she died it black. He knew she was a teen and would have phases but good god.

“Rayven--” Brian caught her wrist as she was quickly headed out the door to school, trying to get out without him seeing how she was dressed, “C’mon. You know you can’t go to school looking like that.” He did his best to be stern with her, which he’d noticed lately only seemed to egg her on.
Her eyes that matched his were rimmed in heavy black and met his serious brown, “Whatcha gonna do about it, Daddy?” She flippantly and sarcastically asked.

Fuck. She had called him out. He didn’t have any cards. Why had she started calling him that lately?

“Home right after school, Ray. We need to have a talk.”



****

While he usually got home after she did, Brian made sure to be home so he’d know if she came right home after school or not. Which she did, to his surprise. The outfit from that morning taunted him--very short black jean cutoffs, a torn up tight Blackcraft tshirt that he’d forbidden her to wear many times. The touch that she hadn’t left the house with, though, were a set of sky high black shiny pumps that made her nice, even if short, legs flex in all the right places.
Without a word or a glance, she headed for the stairs.

“Rayven, I told you we need to talk.”

She flipped her long hair dramatically over a shoulder and gave him a look that had his throat tightening, “Thought you didn’t like me wearing these clothes, Daddy.” She turned and continued up the steps, “Just gimme like five minutes and come up. We can talk in my room, I have homework.”

Brian had had it. It was so wrong, but he finally couldn’t ignore the way his dick hardened to pure steel at the thought of her in her room undressing in front of him. He put his head in his hands and cried. What the fuck was wrong with him??

After he got ahold of himself, figuratively, he headed upstairs. Shaking his head to himself, his whole world shattered when he opened her door.

Haner had done well for himself, and her room was proof. A large room, with the canopy queen bed she’d requested a few years prior up against the middle of one wall. The only remnants of her childhood was the fact that the walls were still pink. Lately, she had painted most of the furniture black, thrown black drapes over the windows, hung black lace around the canopy bed. The emo shit she’d suddenly gotten into hung on the walls and skulls littered the room. But he didn’t see any of that as he slowly stepped in the room and for some goddamn reason closed the fucking door.

Her black makeup and hair and heels were contrasted by the lacy, pink, barely there teddy. She was lying on the bed, face turned to him, legs already spread wide.

****

Rayven wasn’t quite sure what to make of her fantasies. She realized she was 17 and hormonal and shit, but this was just fucking weird.

She, and all her female friends growing up, had always known her father was a good looking man. But this had never bothered her, and she always rolled her eyes at her friends and said things like “gross” and “what the fuck” when they made comments about how hot he was.

Sure, he had brown hair so dark it looked black, just barely long enough to not quite fit behind his ears--so it would fall in his face...and then he would run his long, beautiful fingers through it.

That was the first thing she noticed. They were at the table eating breakfast when he did something so simple--that move, while reading the paper, and she’d stared and almost dropped her fork.



He also had a wonderful set of broad shoulders and thick arms. Brian worked out, and therefore usually got the attention of all her friends and their mothers (and some of their fathers).

She told herself it was a phase, that it was okay and he was good looking and that’s all it was and it would pass.

But it didn’t pass.

Her dreams heated up into things no father should ever do to his daughter and eventually it just became her norm. She still knew it was wrong, still told herself to stop, but also couldn’t stop the things she’d been doing. The subtlest moves, the sexy clothes, the use of the word Daddy--when she usually called him Brian, Bri, or sometimes Dad.

None of her moves were planned, in fact they horrified her, but it’s like her body had a mind of its own and one day there she was--in a pink teddy waiting for him to come to her.

****

The only light in the room spilled from a single pink lamp on the other side of the room, creating shadows in all the right places on her tiny body.

“Rayven…” His eyes darkened as his pupils fully dilated. His usually smooth voice became low and gruff, commanding, “Cover up this instant.”


His daughter sat up, turned so she was sitting at the edge of the bed facing him, and crossed her legs, “Or you’ll do what, Daddy?”

“Stop. Calling. Me. That.”

“Why?” Rayven stood up and sauntered towards him, her voice coy at first before turning deviously dark, “Don’t you like it?”

Brian shut his eyes, trying to will himself into another dimension, trying to control himself as he breathed deeply. He couldn’t even bring himself to say “no.” He was fucked.

When he opened his eyes, she was right up against his body, big eyes batting up at him, “I know you want me like I want you. I know it’s wrong, but can’t we cave and have this just once? I want you so badly.”

He looked up at the ceiling, desperately searching for the will to stop this. Then he felt her grab him and he was done.

Hauling her up against him with both arms, Brian crushed his lips to hers, growling into her mouth as she kissed back and let him in. All the walls, all the boundaries came crashing down as they both gave in. He pulled her away by the hair and made her look him in the eyes.

“You want me to be your daddy? Fine.”

He said it through clenched teeth as he narrowed his eyes at her, “First things first, on your knees.”
Brian didn’t wait, but pushed on her shoulders to get her there, undoing his own belt and zipper as she stared wide-eyed up at him and licked her lips. At least this way they could start by him not having to look at her and could pretend she was someone else.

When she sucked at his head, he groaned and didn’t stop himself from shoving further into her mouth. Rayven took it in stride, taking the rest of him until he was hitting the back of her throat.

“Good girl.” Brian grunted before pulling her off and turning her chin up, her submissive gaze staring up at him with his cock in her face, “I know you’re grown enough to have some toys in here. Where are they?” After she nodded towards the bedside table, he pointed at the sheets, “Get in bed.”

When he opened the drawer, his eyes widened. Where had she gotten all this stuff and how had he not known?
A pink, fuzzy set of cuffs caught his eye.
Eyes dark, he threw the set on the bed next to her before he pulled his shirt over his head and pooled his jeans and boxers on the floor.

Sitting on the bed between her knees, Rayven watched silently as he threaded his fingers once more through his long dark hair before he picked up the collar. When he leaned over and started buckling the collar around her neck, their eyes intimately searched one another. Then he picked up the handcuffs and secured her wrists back to her headboard--a golden rod heart shape that he used to find endearing.

“Last chance, Baby Girl. You sure about this?” He asked sternly, taking her chin roughly in his fingers.

The now raven-haired beauty nodded fervently. She had wanted this for awhile and now that she was here, it was better than any of her wildest fantasies and they had just started.

Cock hard and already glistening at the end, Brian climbed off the bed and went to her old school boombox. Shuffling through her pile of CD’s (he had no idea why she liked these), he put on some Ghost, figuring it was fitting for how fucked up this all was about to get.

Settling once again on the bed, he pulled off her little silky pink panties and almost choked on a breath. She was close-cropped with barely more than a landing strip--and soaking wet.

Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed a condom, stroked himself a few times, and slid it on. Rolling it down slowly, he watched her watch him. She’d definitely seen it before, their house had always been pretty open about that stuff, but no doubt she’d never seen it hard.

“Good thing I know you’re not a virgin. Because I’m not about to take it easy on you, Princess.”

Rayven whimpered and writhed at his words as she watched him languidly stroke over himself.

Sex had also been a thing they were fairly open about. She’d had sex earlier than he wanted her to, but once he put her on the pill out of pure fright at 15, she’d had sex before 16. Over the following year, they’d opened up about experiences and eventually she knew most of his kinks and he knew hers--which they used to just laugh about.

“You know the rules, little lady. What are they?”
“I can’t come until you tell me to.”
“Good girl.”

Brian reached over for the leash and hooked it in her collar, pulling ever so slightly as he sat back once again on his feet. Holding the leash firmly in one hand, he guided himself to her wet entrance, teasing the head over her clit before dipping it just barely inside her and then pulling out.

“Daddy--”
He yanked at the chain hard, which made her arch and moan, pulling at her handcuffs.
“That ends now. Call me Brian or I stop.”
“Yes, Bri.”
“That’s better.”

The brunette pulled down at the teddy until he got a hardened nipple free and suckled lightly at it.
“Brian…” She yearned to be able to touch him, but at the same time the cuffs were a huge turn on.
His suckling grew harsher and harsher until she was crying out.
“Please, Bri, let me--!!”

Just when she was about to cascade over the edge despite how hard she tried not to, he let go--brown eyes looking up at her lustfully. He needed to take her soon.

Leaning over her, he grabbed her face so she'd look at him. As conflicted brown met struggling brown, his hardness spread her completely open.

“Brian!!” She broke his gaze and sobbed, further spreading her knees to accept him. He pushed her to the limit, both with how thick and long he was and how she was supposed to not finish yet.
Despite how much she wanted to get spanked if she came and he had to punish her for doing so, she also wanted to please him--and that meant doing what he asked.

He paused once fully inside her. The tightness was making him see stars. Not only did he not have that much sex, he definitely didn't have sex with tight as fuck teenagers.

“Rayven--” His head fell back and a beautiful look of abandon crossed his face. He pulled out about half way and slammed back in, “Fuck--!”



“Bri!!” Her knees lifted and he felt her shudder around his length. Pulling out so he didn't come, Brian heaved over her.

“That wasn't you coming, was it, Ray?!? Because you know I expressly forbade that…” He attempted to regulate his breathing, “Over, Princess.”

Rayven turned over, gripping the gold curves of the heart of her headboard, presenting her ass to her own father.

Brian licked his lips, eyelids fluttering closed with shame when he spanked her hard. When she yelped, he hardened further and cursed to himself.

“This is why you do what Daddy says, Ray.”

His other hand came down hot, making her cry out and him stiffen.
Without much of a pause at all, he found her wet and waiting from behind, and slid in until he was convulsing into her tight heat and she was fighting another release.

“Not yet, baby girl--” Brian slowed himself and put his hands to her hips to still her. Leaning over her back while still buried deep inside her, he palmed one of her breasts as he breathed heavily in her ear, “So fuckin’ tight, Rayv…” As he rolled his hips, she keened back. When he pinched the nipple between his fingers, she painted wildly--begging for release.
Brian let go with his fingers, kissing over her shoulders, “Shhh...honey…” He may be rusty, but he knew what he was doing, “Almost there, Ray...you're doing so good, baby…”

She whined and writhed and begged under him--his favorite part and why this was his thing. Her lips pulled back from her teeth in a grimace as she fought her restraints and gripped hard at the brass heart. Wrapping his hand over again around the leash, he tugged again--his breath catching harshly when it sent her ass farther up against him.

Brian cracked--holding onto the leash with one hand and her ass with the other as he thrust hard into her from behind.
“Don't, Ray, not yet, baby--please--hold on--” He rocketed forward to please himself, knowing he'd only need moments if reprieve before he could hold off further. Sure enough, Brian stilled before his own finish or hers.
“Good girl…so good…” He kissed her shoulders before slowing his hips.

The dominating figure turned her back over to face him.
“You okay, baby?” The dominance was gone from his eyes for just a moment as he took her face in his long fingers. When she nodded, though, he was gone again.

This time when he took her, though, his body was flush against hers--his lips caressing her neck and his fingers cradling her neck. As he rocked his hips, he reached up and unlocked her from the cuffs so she could hold onto him.
“Okay, Rayven...come for me, darling.”

She arched back and curved her hips up to meet his, sobbing out as her fingers clenched into his gleaming muscles. When she clenched tight down around him, he thrust forward, accentuating her finish line perfectly.
“Bri…”

As she recovered, his fingers held her face gently, “You'll get one more, Ray. But only when I say, alright. Otherwise, I'm done. Understand?”
“Yes, Brian.”

The cold steel of the chain leash made her shiver as he dragged it over a nipple, still leaning over her and kissing her neck possessively. Her hands smoothed over his back before he reached back and grabbed them, putting them back in their restraints.
“Can’t have you going completely wild now, can we?”

Rayven almost cried when he held himself over her and started pulling out and pushing in so slowly it was painful. Her excitement grew more and more intense with every stroke, his gliding thickness earning every moan as her body tightened--fighting hard to please him despite how much she needed finality.

Her under him was breaking him. She was responding so well to him but behaving at the same time, following his one rule better than most women did. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, moaning and calling and begging him.
Brian changed the rolling of his hips to sharp thrusts, snaps punctuating the ends that made tears fall from the corners of her eyes. He knew they were of pleasure and not pain or shame, or else he would’ve stopped. Very glad he worked out at the moment, he held himself up on one arm as he continued, yanking up on the chain with the other to raise her lips to his.

His kiss was deep, primal, and owning, his tongue demanding hers as his lips worked harshly over hers. Brian got pulled in a little deeper into it, losing his mind over how good she felt--wet and tight and pulling at him. He had told her she only had one more, which was going to be at the end, but he could tell she needed it and he wanted to give it to her.

Dropping the chain so she plopped back into the pillow, he grabbed the collar in hand, two fingers wrapping around it so they were in between it and her neck--causing it to tighten around and bite at her flesh.
Still thrusting harshly, he growled through clenched teeth, “Come for Daddy.”

This time, she was still cuffed, so she grabbed onto the heart as she let go--the feeling of his dick pumping in and out of her dragging out her beautiful bliss as her voice echoed through the room in pleased cries for him.

Brian slowed again, unbuckling the collar and throwing it to the floor, but leaving her wrists in place. His lips kissed over the reddened skin at her delicate neck, his fingers tightening slightly at the other side of her throat at the same time.

Their eyes met again, this time his brown orbs even more teasing than before, “Alright, baby girl, home stretch. Really only one more this time. You may come when I do.”



She only nodded this time, coyly biting her bottom lip as his lusty eyes flicked down to the small action.
Sitting back on his heels again, he took a deep breath before starting in on her.
Rocketing forward, he held onto her thighs as she whined. The heat began to build and he leaned his head back, lashes fluttering and cupid bow lips falling open.
Despite the waves of ecstasy crashing over her body, she still couldn't help appreciate how gorgeous he was--sitting there pulsing into her, arms and chest flexed as he made wonderful faces of pleasure, pleasure he felt for her.



“Ray--fuck…” His long, thin fingers dug into her thighs, “Almost there, princess…” Knowing his end was just around the corner, his half-lidded eyes found hers, looking domineeringly down at her as he smirked.

“Who’s your Daddy, baby?”
“You are, Bri...you’re my Daddy.”

Brian waited until he couldn’t take it anymore, and with a deep cry, pulled out, yanked the condom off, and came as he stroked himself. Rayven had been right there anyway, but watching his come land all over her tummy and breasts made her scream for him even louder, her orgasm washing over her as his ropes seem to never end….


Slowly unlocking her again, their matching eyes met while he took them off and rubbed her aching wrists. He kissed her softly as both their demeanors softened. Her hands tentatively went to his waist as he pulled away and gazed down at her.
Silently, he cleaned her off with his tshirt and the moment he settled next to her on the bed--underneath the covers--she curled into him. And cried softly.

Brian held her tight and kissed her forehead as he stroked her hair lovingly, “Darling, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault.” He wiped her tears away and made her watery chocolate eyes meet his, “This is me not being a good father to you. You have issues because I’m too much a friend to you instead of a parent, and that’s not your fault.”
“How do I face this, face you, Brian?”
“There’s...there’s just no use in denying it anymore, baby girl. It just...is what it is.” He kissed her lips again, “We’ll get through this, baby, like we do everything. Together.”

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Notes

Hope this was worth the wait, fuckers!!!

Aaaand, now no one that got to this point and read all that can deny it. That. was fucking. HOT.

BAM. mic drop.