Dean’s pupils blew wide. Thinking fast, he reached for a pair of leather cuffs she had dangling off her bedpost. With remarkable speed brought on by the fear of losing his comfortable suburban life, he cuff his daughter to the bed.
Tracy’s eyes narrowed in horror. Her heart raced. Fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins as she sat there, sinfully naked and bound to the bed, with her hard daddy eye f*****g her. Was she stupid to think she was in charge?
“What the f**k are you doing?" she barked at him anyway, her eyes quick to dart about for keys.
“What are you doing with those anyway, princess? Are you getting daddy's p***y f****d under his roof? It smells like f*****g in here, Trace,” he asked softly, menacingly advancing on her.
She wasn't about to tell him she had fantasized
