Daddy’s Obsession

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Arcturus did not give her time to recover.

One moment Vivienne was still trembling beneath him, cunt fluttering weakly around the thick c**k buried deep inside her. The next, strong hands were flipping her onto her stomach with effortless strength. The sheets were cool against her flushed cheek. Her ass—still marked from the belt—was forced up into the air as he dragged her hips higher, arranging her on her knees like an offering.

“Ass up,” he ordered, voice rough with the edge of a man who had finally stopped holding back. “Present that pretty cunt properly.”

Vivienne’s arms shook as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. The new position left her completely open. She could feel the cool air of the room kissing the swollen, wet folds of her p***y, could feel the thick glide of his c**k as he dragged the head through her messy slit once, twice, coating himself again in the slick evidence of how thoroughly he had already ruined her.

Then he pushed back in.

The stretch was different from behind. Deeper. More invasive. A broken moan tore out of her throat as every thick inch sank home in one slow, relentless thrust until his hips met the soft give of her ass. She felt stuffed full again—impossibly full—her walls clenching helplessly around the intrusion.

Arcturus groaned low behind her.

“f**k. Look at this.” His hands gripped her waist hard enough to bruise. “My little heaven taking Daddy’s c**k so well. All pink and stretched and dripping.”

He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard enough to force a sharp cry from her lips. The wet sound of it was filthy. He did it again. And again. Setting a brutal rhythm that made the bedframe knock against the wall and her breasts sway beneath her with every powerful thrust.

Vivienne’s mind was already fogging again. She didn’t understand how her body could still want more after everything he had already done to her. She only knew that every time he drove deep, something hot and shameful coiled tighter low in her belly. Her fingers twisted in the sheets. Soft, broken sounds spilled out of her with every thrust.

“That’s it,” Arcturus growled. One large hand cracked across her right ass cheek—hard. The sharp sting bloomed into heat that made her cunt clench around him. “Bounce that ass for me. Meet every thrust. Show me how much this greedy little cunt wants to be fucked.”

“Daddy—”

“Do it.”

She obeyed.

Vivienne pushed her hips back to meet him, clumsy at first, then with growing desperation as the angle made his c**k drag over that devastating spot inside her with every stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Her ass jiggled with every impact. Arcturus rewarded her with another sharp slap to the other cheek, then gripped both globes hard, spreading her open so he could watch his thick c**k disappear into her over and over.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Look at you. My obedient little slut. Bouncing on Daddy’s c**k like you were born for it.” He leaned over her, chest pressing against her back, mouth hot against the shell of her ear. “You feel that? How deep I am? That’s where you belong. Stuffed full of the man who raised you.”

Vivienne could only moan in broken agreement. Her mind had gone soft and hazy again—reduced to the thick stretch of him, the filthy wet sounds of their f*****g, the way her n*****s ached every time they brushed against the sheets. She knew this was wrong. She knew she should be horrified. But every time he called her his slut, his w***e, his lovely daughter, something deep inside her pulsed hotter.

Arcturus’s hands slid up her sides and around to cup her breasts. His fingers found her n*****s and pinched—hard.

Vivienne cried out, back arching, the sharp spark of pain shooting straight down to her c**t.

“Sensitive,” he murmured against her ear, rolling the tight peaks between his fingers while he continued to f**k her in deep, steady strokes. “These pretty t**s are mine too. Everything is mine. Say it.”

“Yours—” she gasped. “Everything—ah—yours, Daddy—”

“Louder.”

“Yours!” The word broke on a moan as he pinched harder and slammed particularly deep. “I’m yours—your slut—your w***e—”

“My lovely daughter,” he finished for her, voice dark with possession. “The one who spreads her legs the second I tell her to. The one who comes all over her stepfather’s c**k and begs for more.”

He released one breast so he could slap her ass again—harder this time. The sound cracked through the room. Vivienne’s cunt clenched greedily around him. She was dripping, the wet evidence of her arousal coating his c**k and dripping down her inner thighs with every thrust.

“Play with your c**t,” Arcturus ordered against her ear. “I want to feel you come while I’m buried in this tight little cunt. Touch yourself for Daddy.”

Her hand trembled as she reached between her legs. Her fingers slipped through the mess of her own slick until she found the swollen, throbbing bud of her c**t. The first brush of contact made her hips jerk. She rubbed in tight, desperate circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, chasing the heat coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Good girl. Rub that pretty c**t while Daddy f***s you. Show me how much you like being his whore.”

Vivienne’s moans turned high and continuous. She was lost—completely lost in the thick slide of his c**k, the sharp pinch of his fingers on her n****e, the wet friction of her own fingers on her c**t. The bed creaked beneath them. The filthy sound of his hips slamming against her ass filled the room. Every thrust punched the air from her lungs. Every dirty word whispered against her ear made her clench harder around him.

“You were made for this,” Arcturus growled, f*****g her harder now, the careful control from earlier completely gone. “Made to take my c**k. Made to drip all over the sheets while I use this perfect cunt. My heaven. My filthy little daughter who gets off on being owned.”

“Yes—” she sobbed, fingers working faster over her c**t. “Yes, Daddy—please—”

“Please what?”

“Please—don’t stop—ah—f**k me—”

He laughed, dark and satisfied, and gave her exactly what she asked for.

Arcturus straightened behind her, gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and started f*****g her in earnest—deep, brutal strokes that forced her forward on the bed with every impact. Her ass bounced against him. The wet slap of their bodies was obscenely loud. He reached around again to pinch and twist her n*****s while she rubbed her c**t in frantic circles, the dual assault driving her higher and higher until the pressure inside her became unbearable.

“Come,” he commanded against her ear. “Come on Daddy’s c**k like the good little slut you are. Let me feel this cunt milk me.”

Vivienne shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her with violent force. Her back arched. A broken, high cry tore from her throat as her walls clamped down hard around his thrusting c**k, pulsing and fluttering, gushing fresh wetness all over him. Her thighs shook. Her fingers kept rubbing through the climax, drawing it out until she was sobbing and twitching and barely able to stay on her knees.

Arcturus didn’t stop.

He f****d her straight through it—relentless, deep, claiming every fluttering clench of her cunt as if it belonged to him by right. The wet sounds grew even filthier. Her oversensitive walls tried to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time. Tears slipped down her cheeks onto the sheets. She could barely breathe. She could barely think. She only knew that her stepfather was still buried inside her, still using her body like it existed solely for his pleasure, and some broken part of her never wanted him to stop.

“Again,” he ordered, voice rough with strain. One hand cracked across her ass. The other returned to her c**t, batting her fingers away so he could rub the swollen bud himself in tight, ruthless circles. “You’re going to come again. Right now. All over the c**k that’s ruining you.”

“Daddy—I can’t—”

“You can.” He pinched her c**t lightly between two fingers and slammed particularly deep. “Come for me, my heaven. Show me who owns this pretty cunt.”

The second orgasm hit harder than the first.

Vivienne’s vision whited out. A raw, broken scream tore from her throat as pleasure detonated low in her belly and radiated outward in violent waves. Her cunt clamped down so tightly around him that Arcturus groaned like he was in pain. More wetness gushed out of her, soaking his c**k, his thighs, the sheets beneath them. She collapsed forward onto her elbows, trembling violently, only kept from falling completely by the iron grip of his hands on her hips.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He slowed just enough to let her breathe, but his hips never fully stilled. He f****d her through the aftershocks in deep, deliberate strokes, keeping her full, keeping her open, murmuring filthy praise against the back of her neck while she whimpered and twitched around him.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. “Look at the mess you’ve made. My perfect little w***e. Dripping all over Daddy’s c**k like you were born to be used.”

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in hard enough to force another broken cry from her lips. The wet sound was filthy. Vivienne’s oversensitive cunt clenched weakly around the fresh intrusion. She was beyond words now—beyond thought. Reduced to soft, continuous moans and the helpless rock of her hips trying to meet every thrust even as her body trembled with overstimulation.

Arcturus leaned over her again, chest pressed to her back, mouth hot against her ear.

“You’re mine,” he growled, f*****g her in short, brutal strokes that made her ass bounce against him. “My slut. My w***e. My lovely daughter who spreads her legs and begs for more. Say it.”

“Yours—” she gasped, voice wrecked. “I’m yours—Daddy—”

“Again.”

“Yours—ah—your slut—your w***e—”

“My heaven.”

“Your heaven—”

He groaned like the broken agreement fed something dark and endless inside him. His hips snapped harder. The bedframe knocked against the wall in a steady, filthy rhythm. One hand returned to her breast, pinching and rolling her n****e while the other reached around to rub her swollen c**t in tight circles. Vivienne sobbed into the sheets, completely lost in the overwhelming dual sensation, her third orgasm already coiling low and sharp and inevitable.

“That’s it,” Arcturus praised against her ear, voice rough with years of restrained obsession finally unleashed. “Take it. Take every inch. This cunt was made for my c**k. This body was made to be ruined by the man who raised you. And I’m going to keep f*****g you until you forget every name but mine.”

Vivienne could only moan in broken agreement, fingers twisting in the sheets, ass pushing back to meet every brutal thrust, completely and utterly his.

Arcturus straightened once more, gripped her hips hard, and drove into her with deep, claiming strokes that punched wet, obscene sounds out of her with every impact. Her ass jiggled. Her breasts swayed. Her c**t throbbed under the relentless pressure of his fingers. The pressure inside her built and built until it became unbearable—

“Come,” he commanded. “Come for Daddy one more time. Let me feel this perfect cunt squeeze me while I fill you up.”

Vivienne broke with a raw, shattered cry.

Her third orgasm of the night ripped through her harder than either of the ones before—violent, all-consuming, leaving her shaking and sobbing and clenching so tightly around him that Arcturus finally let go.

With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed in to the hilt and came.

Hot, thick ropes of c*m flooded her cunt in heavy pulses. Vivienne whimpered at the sensation—the heat, the fullness, the way her walls fluttered around him as if trying to milk every drop. Arcturus held her hips flush against his, grinding deep while he emptied himself inside her, growling low against the back of her neck.

“Take it,” he rasped. “Take every drop. This is what you get for being Daddy’s good little slut.”

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, c**k still twitching as the last pulses of his orgasm faded. Only then did he slowly pull out.

Vivienne felt the immediate loss—and the warm rush that followed.

Thick white c*m immediately began to drip from her used, swollen cunt, trailing down her inner thighs in messy streaks. Arcturus stayed on his knees behind her, one hand still gripping her hip, and watched with dark, possessive satisfaction as his seed leaked out of her.

“Look at that,” he murmured, voice rough and low. “My c*m dripping out of my daughter’s pretty cunt.”

He gathered some of the thick fluid on two fingers and slowly pushed it back inside her, watching her soft walls accept it. Vivienne whimpered at the gentle intrusion, oversensitive and trembling.

Arcturus did it again—scooping the dripping c*m and pressing it deeper into her, as if refusing to let any of it escape.

“Stay in there,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “That’s where it belongs.”

He finally released her hips. Vivienne collapsed fully onto the bed, completely spent, thighs still weakly trembling, the evidence of what he had done to her slowly seeping out onto the sheets.

Arcturus stretched out beside her, one heavy arm draping over her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His lips brushed the damp skin of her shoulder.

“Sleep, my heaven,” he murmured. “You’re going to need it.”

The f*****g was done.

For tonight.