Brian nervously made himself dinner. He didn’t need to make her dinner, because she was going out. With. a. Boy.

Rayven hadn’t dated much, really. There had been little junior high crushes where he drove them to the movies, but since she’d really blossomed into a woman, there hadn’t been much dating. Fucking, yeah, which he’d heard about before things got weird. But now that they were present-progressively fucking, he had no idea if she had other partners still or not--and he dared not ask.

But that morning, Rayven had mentioned she was going to the movies with a boy and he’d had to use every single ounce of restraint he’d ever had not to lose it.

Fuck, this was gettting so out of control. This really shouldn’t bother him. He should be relieved--that she’d move on and maybe they could one day get past this. But he wasn’t. He was furiously, immaturely, bat-shit-crazy jealous.

He’d worked endlessly all day at work, trying to occupy his mind. Then after he got home, he’d cleaned and done countless stupid shit and eventually wound up cooking. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop imagining her on her knees with his cock in her mouth, or buried deep inside her ass--which she kept asking him to do--or getting spanked so hard he could see her walking funny the next day. Rayven got bolder every single day, but kept to his rule to keep it in the house. Just...apparently anywhere in the goddamn house.

He had to start locking the bathroom door to his own room because of how many times she’d walked into his shower in the morning and then he’d be soooo late for work and she’d be late for school.
Brian was constantly having to deep clean the sofa because of how often he ate her out on it and there was no way he was taking them somewhere to be cleaned by someone else.

They’re non-sexual moments were getting down right scary as well. Rayven would insist that he teach her how to cook, so she’d wind up with the beautiful man at her back, showing her exactly how to saute something or use a knife properly to cut vegetables. It didn’t matter that he knew she was doing it on purpose because he loved it anyway. Sometimes it would heat up to him fucking her on the dining room table. Or her sucking him off as something burned on the stove. Or him hoisting her onto the counter and holding her legs up as he ravaged her right there in the kitchen.

It had been months now and no matter how many ccountless times he’d told her they needed to stop they couldn’t. Brian even had to stop telling her that because he couldn’t bare the guilty, sad, horrific look that would enter her beautiful brown eyes when she always also realized how wrong this was and then he’d feel like complete shit for making her feel like shit. So he’d somehow managed to justify it to himself, which transferred to her and he had no idea how to get out, what to do, or how to possibly be okay with this going on indefinitely.

The doorbell rang and Brian froze. Rayven was still upstairs. Cursing to himself, he wiped off his hands and threw the towel over his shoulder and headed for the door. Forcing a smile onto his face, he opened it.

A tallish kid stood there gawking back at him, clearly surprised to see “Dad” there. He wore torn jeans and an old leather biker jacket, aviators now stuffed up into his long brown hair.

“M-Mr. Haner...I-I’m Chris. Is, uh, Rayven here?” The kid nervously tucked some hair behind his ear.
“Call me Brian, Chris. Come on in. I assume she’s almost done. Women.” He attempted to joke and got a forced laugh in return. Brian called out, “Rayven, Chris is here!!”

A moment later, Haner could barely hear a clipped, “Son of a bitch! DAD!! Can you come here?! This fit yesterday!!”
Brian assumed from her tone that she actually needed help so he excused himself and trotted up the stairs.
What he found, of course, he should have been prepared for. But he wasn’t.

Rayven stood mostly dressed, in a skirt, shirt, heels whatever--ass in the air and taunting him as she glanced over a shoulder.

Oh, mother in heaven. There is no saving me.

Panties on the floor, she was slick with want. In both holes.
A toy lay on the bed and he let out a whine. Get it together, Haner.

When he closed the door, his dominant side crept back up and his flashing brown eyes met hers as he tauntingly undid his own jeans. A smirk played at his lips as he pulled his cock out and squeezed the head, “You want to get fucked by a man, not a boy, hm?”

She only continued her coy look, “Your choice, Daddy. Do me however you want, I’m ready.” When she winked, his cocky exterior almost fell to the floor.

Then...he was all in. Furious for putting him in this situation, his frantic need to punish her won out. Grabbing the little pink whip from her drawer of fantasies, he leaned over her back and put the handle in her mouth between her teeth, his thickness teasing her entrances.
“Bite down, baby.”
Brian slid on a rubber and slammed into her dripping pussy, bottoming out and just as fast pulling out and doing it again. She cried as her jaw tightened. Taking her to the hilt again, he whispered in her ear, dead serious.

“You absolutely cannot moan right now, princess, or they will take you away from me.”
Rayven nodded, nudging back against him.

The hunk of a man stood there for a quick moment, buried all the way in her. Chuckling to himself at his idea, he picked up the toy she had used to get herself ready. Her eyes going wide and meeting his, he just shook his head as if to say “this is what you get for taunting me.”

Teasing her with it first, Brian eventually slid the toy in her ass--rolling his eyes with how good it felt inside her. It made him lose every last ounce of control and his hips unleashed--his cock sliding in and out of her at a punishing pace as his thrusting also pushed the toy into her in his rhythm.

Her whole body tightened, her fingers clawing at the bed as her toes curled. Knowing he wouldn’t have time to hold out on her, Rayven let herself come--stroking him tightly. It didn’t stop his rough, hard thrusts but did make him chuckle darkly.

“You know I’ll deal with you later, baby girl. Come as many times as you want.”

But they didn’t have time. At all.
Brian let the heat build, fingernails digging half moons into her hips as he pulled her back onto him at the same time as he pushed forward.

“No matter what you do tonight, Ray, just imagine this: my cock in you making you see stars. You know it’s what you want, what you need. We both know you’ll come back to me.”

Brian said it authoritatively, but couldn’t help the tinge of dark, of sad that threatened. But he didn’t have time to think about it as the pleasure mounted and spilled over in him. Holding her back onto his cock as it pulsed into her, he desperately croaked out a whisper--
“Come, Rayven.”
The young woman shivered around him and whined barely audibly as they both met their endings.

Pulling his boxers up over his waning erection, Brian picked up the underwear on the floor and dropped them in front of her face, “Just imagine how many times I’m going to jerk off while you’re gone. See how that sits.”

And he got up and left.

Situating himself once he was in the hallway, he forced himself to act normal as he trotted back downstairs, “She should’ve know I wasn’t going to let her out of the house in that. She’s changing and will be down in a minute.” He kept his smirk to himself as he continued making dinner.

Five minutes later, they were heading out the door and Brian didn’t even turn around, “Have her back by midnight.”

*****

It was more like 12:30 when Rayven came in the front door. Jumping when a lamp was flicked on in the complete darkness, she put a hand to her chest as she tried to calm herself from being so startled.
“Brian…” She slowly walked towards the living room, “You scared me.”

He sat calmly on the couch, foot crossed on a knee and two fingers to his temple as he leaned on the armrest. Slightly turned towards her, his hazy brown eyes stared her down, his other arm draped over the edge of the couch, long fingers slowly fidgeting with a glass of Scotch. His hair was disheveled just enough to be sexy, a few strands hanging over a high cheekbone.

“You’re late.”

His eyes followed her as she walked closer, standing right in front of him. The bright, brown orbs moved over her, studying her state. He saw the hurriedly put back on clothes, the missing earing, the mussed hair. Rayven stood there nervously biting her lip as she was sized up. Eventually her eyes fell, too embarrassed to take his stare any longer.

Brian slowly stood, towering over her as he took his time putting aside his drink. Lifting her face by a singly finger under her chin, he chuckled darkly when she still couldn’t look at him.

“He couldn’t satisfy you, could he?”

His tone was dark, haughty, knowing.
Her matching eyes glistened with actual tears when she finally raised them to his, not wanting to admit the truth, “No, Brian. Only you can.”

The broad shouldered figure crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side, “I don’t know, Rayven. You kept me waiting past your curfew and you expect me to give you what you need?”

She tensed with anticipation, his closeness and smell and attitude making her need for him already unbearable. She so wanted to lean forward and bite at where his collared shirt was unbuttoned just enough to partly expose his chest.

“Please, Daddy. Do whatever you need to me, just as long as it ends like it always does,” She looked like a frightened deer as she peered up at him.

Yes, the teenage boy she’d just been with had fucked as such. Boring and short, she’d been worked up just enough to need it, without anything in the ballpark near satisfaction.

Grabbing her arm, he forcefully pulled her over to the stairs, “We fuck in my room. Go get your restraints and come to me.”

Rayven tried to contain her giddyness as she bounded up the stairs. Brian shook his head, knowing she’d feel very different about this after the next couple of hours.


When Rayven scurried into Brian’s room she was halted in her tracks. Brian stood, back to her, shirtless and leaning against the bedpost on an outstretched hand. His shoulders rippled down into that perfectly cut waistline, his tattered jeans that he had not been wearing a moment ago hung so low she could almost see the crack of his ass.

Brian looked over a shoulder when she entered the room, his charisma almost crumbling around him when he caught sight of her. Her bodice was completely made of pink ropes: around her waist, around her thighs, between her legs (he held back a groan), around her firm tits, and most importantly...around her neck.

He turned his whole body towards her, eyes possessively raking over her as he sauntered to the door to close it before walking to her and curving a finger under the rope at her neck, “This. Is perfect.”
He held her wide gaze for only a moment before taking the rest of her toys from her and setting them on the bed. When she made to climb on the bed, he put up a finger to indicate she was to stay standing where she was, feet apart. Taking a hair tie off his wrist, he stood in front of her and tied her hair up for her in a high ponytail, “There.”

Brian circled her like he was a predator staring down his prey, “I need you in the worst way, princess,” He moved a strand of her hair, lips coming close to her neck but not touching her, “That means you absolutely cannot come before you’re told. No matter how worked up you are, or I am, if you do--it will mean this is over tonight, do you understand?”

As she nodded, he reached around her and slid a hand between her legs and moved the rope aside, caressing over her already engorged clit as she whined, “I can see how worked up you already are, darling, but that only furthers my resolve--unfortunately for you. It will be a long night and it will tough on you, but in the end, if you last and obey, it will be worth it, I promise.”

Rayven nodded, eyes large and innocent as they stared back at him while she bit her lip. She had no idea how she was supposed to do this--his fingers alone already had her so close to ecstasy.
Now Brian knelt in front of her, replacing his skilled finger pads with his long tongue--working over her bud as well as her folds as she literally cried.
“Brian, I can’t--I can’t--” She sobbed.
“Yes you can, baby girl…” He licked her a few more times, but slowed and kissed her thighs before guiding her to the bed.

Quickly and skillfully, he tied her up as she lay on her side. Her wrists were tied together and then to one post, her ankles together and then to the other. She faced the end of the bed, Brian at the side, staring down her slick entrance.

Going to her pile of toys, he picked out the short, pink crop and let it drag over her body in warning. Then he stood, giving her pussy a quick, sharp lashing. She shook and bit her lip hard, trying not to beg. Rayv knew she was a little into pain, but had no idea it went that far until the strike sent hot lightning through her core into her very being. It brought her to the very edge and she arched, the pain from stopping her orgasm so much worse than anything he could ever directly do to her.

“Brian--please--”
“Yes, beg me, Ray. You know it’s what I need.”

He wanted to take and ravish her right there--fuck her until she was coming apart. But he knew the wait would be worth it. Striking her once more, he had to put a palm to his his own erection for relief as he watched her struggle. Droplets of pre-cum wetted his boxer briefs as he groaned.
Holding the whip by the tails, he pushed the handle straight up into her, making her cry and shake.
“Bri!!!” She tightened around the toy, but kept herself at bay, tears already appearing on her cheeks.

Actual tears. They were the best.

Pulling the toy out, he set it firmly in between her teeth, “I’m going to play with your ass now, baby girl. You’re going to need this.”

Brian picked a toy just large enough to make her uncomfortable without causing serious pain and dripped lube over it. Standing right up next to her ass, he backed up just enough to watch her vaginal reaction as he pushed the toy into her tight hole.
Her entire body writhed against her restraints, whines and cries erupting from her throat against the whip in her mouth. Her wet pussy, though, only got wetter as she pushed her knees together tightly.

Before she could get used to the toy, it was gone. Brian untied all her restraints, pushing her onto her stomach and spreading her legs wide. Once she settled in this position, he tied her hands tightly behind her back so she was now completely in surrender to him. Placing uncharacteristically soft kisses across her shoulders, his fingers trailed down between her asscheeks, over her clenched hole, and into her dripping wet entrance.

Rayven sighed, welcoming the two fingers as they pleasured her. When he added a third, though, she tensed--the pleasure once again becoming too much quickly.

Brian’s dick ached, straining against what he often referred to as his sex jeans. He knew he looked amazing in them. Unbuttoning them, he pulled himself out and stroked languidly--just enough to keep himself sane.
Suddenly becoming more needy, her father roughly turned her over, her back arched awkwardly over her tied wrists that were now under her. Climbing over her, Brian put his head to her lips. As they opened, he entered her mouth, slowly fucking so he could get some form of relief. He grabbed her ponytail, yanking and playing with it as his cock slid in and out of her mouth dominantly from where he crouched over her.

“Fuck, baby girl...suck it…” He moaned and eventually pulled out, staring at the string of precum that strung out and then snapped.

Moving her to the edge of the bed, he played with the ropes until both her wrists were tied to her upturned knees. Going through her things, he found the leash and clipped it to the rope around her neck, testing it with a soft snap that made them both moan lightly.

Rayven was frustrated and strung out, now also feeling extremely vulnerable in her wide open state. She loved every fucking second, though, she soon had to admit to herself.

Brian braced himself over her on his hands, either side of her head, hair falling in his face as his smoldering brown eyes met hers. He opened his lips as if to say something, a few times, but in the end closed them over hers, silently kissing her. It started out sweet and slow, but worked up into need and dominance--his hard member throbbing against her entrance without giving in yet.

“Fuck...this is so wrong…” He breathed out between clenched teeth. But he had to have her.

Rolling on a condom, he teased his head over her clit before taking her--yanking lightly at the leash as his dick slid inside her. As her fingers clenched at her knees where they were firmly tied, he ravished her over and over--full thrusts that made her cry and took him near the edge.

Brian pulled out with a groan, letting his head fall between his shoulders for a moment as he fought back control of his own body.

“Brian…” Rayven’s soft, pleading voice brought him out of his haze. When he raised his head, she whimpered, “Please, I can’t--I can’t take anymore--”

“Yes, you can, darling…” His long fingers smoothed over her cheek and calmed her, of only a little, “You’re doing so good, princess….just a little longer…”
Soon the restraints were all undone, the leash still in place. Brian stood, stripped down and sat on the edge of the bed, guiding her into his lap.

As the pads of his fingers teased over her folds from where his arms were wrapped around her, he gazed up at her, “Ride me, Rayven, until you can’t take it anymore.”

Despite how wrung out she already was, Ray was happy to hear this and sank down his shaft with a soft purr. Brian let go and sank back onto his hands to watch her. Her eyes were mostly closed, only slits opening now and then to look back at him as moans fell from her fuck-swollen lips. When she really got going, Brian pulled on the leash, bringing her lips down to his. Tatted arms wound around her waist as her hands held his face--their tongues playing as she worked up and down his dick.

“Fuck, baby girl...you’re getting a little too good at this…” Brian hissed when he broke the kiss, owning lips trailing down her neck. Pulling again at the leash, it moved the rope to expose her slightly reddened skin so he could work a soft, soothing tongue over it.

Rayven plopped down into his lap, tensing and throwing her head back. Brown eyes snapped up as he realized she was too close. Forcing three fingers under the rope at her neck, he pulled them into a fist--bringing her face close to his and snapping her away from release.

“Don’t princess, not yet.”

She trembled in his arms, whining in protest. Brian only held her tight, kissing her shoulder, “Good girl…”

Slowly pulling her off him, he laid her down and set about the apparently tough job of getting her out of the lingerie. More than once he thought about cutting it off her, but didn’t want to destroy such a beautiful piece of refinery. Eventually the leash and the ropes were cast aside and she was fully naked under him, full, brown eyes gazing wide back at him in expectation. The ropes had left beautiful remnants all over her body that he couldn’t wait to kiss and make better later.

Leaning over her, he raised her chin with a finger--eyes burning into hers as he pushed deep inside her again. She whined and moaned again, but didn’t break his intense gaze. As he pumped into her, her small hands shakily went to his broad shoulders, digging tighter and tighter into his taught blades.

Brian’s jaw ticked as his teeth clenched. Brow furrowed, his dark eyes sparked, “I can’t deny it any longer, Rayven--no matter the morality, no matter the consequences, I just don’t care anymore--fuck….” Her hot core was driving him mad and his hard-as-steel cock was getting her too close, “No one else, baby, you hear me?” He cupped her face in a hand as he thrust into her, “You are mine, do you understand?”

“Yes--” She struggled to form just the one little word, her face contorting with how close she was.
“Yes, what?” Brian’s voice was ragged, sweat breaking out across his perfect skin.
“Yes, Brian!”

Rayven bit her lip hard, nails digging trenches into his back. A smile pulled at his lips, her reactions to him all he ever wanted in this universe.

“Come, princess.”

Rayven arched back, a cry-moan echoing off his bedroom walls as she clamped down around him. Her entire being shook and clenched, and as tears ran down her cheeks, Brian felt stream after hot stream of her come on his lower abs.

“Holy fuck--” Brian stuttered in amazement, slamming into her at the realization of what he’d just made her do, coming hard and final as he pressed up against her, his beautiful face scrunched in a hard wince.

His whole body weight collapsed onto her as they wrapped one another in a tight, hopeless embrace. They both cried softly for a moment before he wiped her tears away, kissing her face until they were both smiling at one another. Silently, he cleaned them both up, gathering her into his arms before sleep overcame them both.

********

Notes

Actually, you can't kill me, cause you're dead, right?? Guhhhhhh.

Thanks Ghost for some of these ideas. The rope lingerie, the "you're mine" at the end, the idea that she did fuck the 'boi' (as she would say lol) but was unsatisfied.

Turned out okay, right?? Haha.