A sobering awakening...

Bound by Blood: A Daughter's ****

The Awakening

Antonio's eyes snapped open to the scent of Miranda's perfume—something dark and floral, expensive, the kind she shouldn't have been able to afford. His wrists burned, his arms stretched taut above his head, bound to the wrought-iron bedframe with silk scarves.

"W-What the fuck!?"

The realization hit him like a slap: he was tied to his daughter's bed.

"Buongiorno, daddy," Miranda purred, her soft contralto thick with amusement.

She straddled his hips, the pale vixen's bare thighs pressing against his sides, her black lace negligee riding up to reveal the smooth, pale skin of her toned stomach. Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples, making him hiss.

"Did you have sweet dreams?" she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. "You were thrusting in your sleep. Talking to yourself. Moaning my name."

Antonio growled, his cock twitching against his will, already hard beneath the thin sheet.

"Untie me, Miranda," he demanded, his deep baritone rough with sleep and something darker.

Miranda laughed, the sound like silver bells dipped in poison. "Oh, Papà," she sighed, her hand sliding beneath the sheet to wrap around his length. "You're in no position to make demands."

Her fingers squeezed, her thumb rubbing over his leaking tip, spreading the moisture in slow, cruel circles.

"Especially not after you spent the night humping my ass like a dog in heat."

The Price of Shame

Antonio's gaze flicked to the foot of the bed, where stacks of euros—his euros, from the safe behind his study's false panel—were strewn carelessly across the silk sheets.

"Ten thousand," Miranda confirmed, following his stare. "Consider it a down payment."

Her lips curled into a smirk as she leaned down, her breath hot against his throbbing cock. "For services rendered."

Then she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue flicking against his underside with expert precision.

Antonio groaned, his hips bucking off the bed, his fingers clenching around the scarves binding him.

"M-Miranda—!"

She hummed, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, the raven-haired beauty's eyes locked on his as she sucked, her pale cheeks hollowing obscenely.

"S-Stefano—" Antonio gasped, the name slipping out before he could stop it.

Miranda pulled off with a pop, the slender vixen's luscious red lips glossy with spit, her grey eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, Papà," she cooed, her fingers stroking him lazily. "Do you think your friend... Do you really believe he will save your ass?"

His daughter's free hand reached between her toned thighs, her lithe fingers dipping into her slick folds, collecting her arousal before smearing it across his tip.

"Don't worry," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "His cock is so much bigger than yours."

Antonio saw red.

His hips jerked, the weak father's cock pulsing as he came, his release splattering across her chin, his daughter's cheeks, her smug, beautiful face.

Miranda laughed, her fingers collecting his spend, smearing it across her lips like gloss. "Mmm, delicious," she murmured, licking her fingers clean. "But pathetic. Just like you."

Antonio growled, his cock already twitching back to life beneath her taunting gaze.

"You little—"

Miranda grinned, reaching for the vibrator on the nightstand. "Oh, daddy," she purred, pressing the buzzing toy against his sensitive shaft. "We're just getting started."

The Reckoning

The vibrator hummed against his flesh, the relentless vibrations sending waves of pleasure-pain up his spine. Antonio thrashed, his muscles straining against his bonds, his cock leaking precum like a broken faucet.

"S-Stop—!"

"Make me," Miranda challenged, her eyes dark with lust and malice.

She climbed atop him, her slick cunt grinding against his thigh, her nails digging into his chest as she rode him without penetration, her clit rubbing against his hip with every roll of her hips.

"You want me, dad," she hissed, her breasts heaving with each panting breath. "You dream about me. You fuck your wife and imagine it's me."

Antonio roared, his hips bucking wildly, the middle-aged man's cock straining toward her heat.

"You disgusting—"

"Liar," Miranda breathed, her fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to her entrance. "Cum inside me, Papà. Claim your daughter like the animal you are."

And then she sank down, taking him whole in one brutal thrust.

Antonio finally lost it.

"FUCK!!"

His hips snapped up, his cock pulsing as he filled her, his seed spilling deep into her womb with a guttural roar.

Miranda collapsed atop him, her body trembling, her breath ragged.

"Now who's the whore?" she whispered, her luscious red lips brushing his ear.

Antonio growled, his cock already hardening again beneath her taunting smile.

"You will pay for this," he vowed, her father's hoarse voice dark with promise.

Miranda laughed, her fingers tightening in his hair.

"Oh, Papà," she murmured, her teeth scraping his neck. "I'm counting on it."