Breaking Daddy’s Rules

ISABELLA I trudged along the wet, deserted road toward home, indifferent to the rain streaming down my body and soaking me in a way my boyfriend never managed to. My boyfriend had just dumped me, and I was heartbroken. Maybe not devastated, but it still stung. His reasons? I never reacted to his touch the way I should and never melted in his arms the way a girl was supposed to. He also complained that I hardly ever let him touch me. The one time I’d let him touch my p***y, his verdict? I was dry as f**k, and penetration would hurt. That had been just a week ago, and today he’d ended things, leaving me with one piece of advice... to live out the rest of my life as a virgin nun, since I was too unresponsive to a man’s touch. I was furious at how badly he’d shamed my body. It was true that I couldn’t get wet with him, but I knew it wasn’t entirely my fault. It couldn’t be my fault. There had to be some type of person I was sexually attracted to, but I had no clue what type that was. At one point, I’d even wondered whether I wasn’t straight, but that wasn’t it. I was straight, but my now ex-boyfriend barely aroused me. “To hell with him!” I muttered, almost angrily, and halted at the gates leading to my home. The lights were off, which was a little strange, since I was sure Mum should be home. I shrugged it off, guessing she’d gone out somewhere and gotten stuck because of the rain, and headed into the house. My father was dead, had been dead for a long time actually. I was only six when he died, and if not for the photographs I constantly stared at, I probably wouldn’t even remember what he looked like anymore. After my father died, things went downhill for a few years, until we suddenly moved into this huge, beautiful estate. Mum said it belonged to a friend of Dad’s who had learned about our situation. I had never seen him or even heard his voice, but he owned the estate and was also the one paying for my education. I unlocked the door with my thumbprint, pushed it open, and stepped into the living room. It was dark inside, with just one small lamp switched on, but almost at once I sensed someone else in the living room. I glanced toward the sofa and was stunned to find a man sitting there. He was shirtless, and the only thing covering him was a towel wrapped around his waist. As much as my first instinct was to scream at this stranger in our house, I couldn’t. I was tongue-tied. His abs were clearly well-built, and those biceps and triceps made my insides churn with excitement! His tanned skin looked so smooth, so well cared for, and my gaze slowly drifted up to his face. His expression was stern, but that didn’t take away one bit of how gorgeous he was. I could see his blue eyes as he lifted his head, and when his eyes locked with mine, my heart leapt. That was such a strange feeling. My heart had never reacted that way to my now ex-boyfriend. “What are you doing?” he said, his lips moving, and my wet thighs instinctively pressed together as I felt it throb! My p***y throbbed! Just from this man’s voice. It was hardly surprising, though. His voice was deep and masculine in every sense. It was hot! “Get over here already, I’m not a patient man,” he added in that same voice, and my p***y did it again. But this time I tried to think it through. Who was this man? Why was he in my home? And why was he telling me to come to him? Yet, oddly, I couldn’t think straight. His voice was commanding, and I couldn’t stop myself from doing exactly what he said. I walked over to him, my wet thighs rubbing against each other. “A naive s**t is what I get tonight? Get on your knees already. Now.” It sounded more like a command, and that tone made it obvious that whoever this man was, he was used to giving orders. I wasn’t someone who usually followed orders, but with this stranger I didn’t know from Adam, that was exactly what I was doing! I sank to my knees, feeling the heat in my p***y. He reached for his towel and loosened it, letting it fall open on both sides and exposing his c**k to me. It wasn’t big, it was huge! And it was only semi-hard. How much bigger would it get once he was fully erect?! “Take my c**k in your hands and put that mouth to good use,” he told me, and almost immediately I felt warm liquid in my p***y. That couldn’t be the cold rain that had soaked me. It wasn’t the rain; it was me getting wet. This stranger, who could just as easily be some pervert who’d broken into our home, had made me wet without touching even a tiny bit of my skin. What the hell was wrong with me?! I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I did reach out to touch his huge c**k, swallowing hard as I realized I wanted that c**k in my mouth. My n*****s had hardened in this bizarre situation and were pressing against the fabric of my wet dress. Both my hands wrapped around his c**k, since that was the only way I could get a grip on it. With both hands. “F**k... Your hands feel surprisingly good.” I heard him curse, and taking that as a compliment, I moved my hands along his c**k, and that was when I noticed he was pierced too. “Use your spit, b***h. Get that c**k slick and lubed up,” he said, those filthy words directed at me, but they only made me wetter. I swear they did! I brought my face closer to his c**k and inhaled its masculine scent before spitting on it. I’d seen this in a few porn videos, but I’d never imagined I’d be doing it anytime soon, least of all with a stranger! I was definitely losing it! Out of my mind, too! But this also... It also felt good.