Antonio finally loses it, Miranda faces her dad's breeding rage

"Retribution: A Father's Wrath Unleashed"

The Beast Awakens

Miranda's mocking laughter still hung in the air like poisoned honey when something shifted in Antonio's expression.

"Is this who you are, a little cuck?"

His jaw, which had been clenched in humiliation, relaxed into something far more dangerous—a predator's calm before the strike.

"Do you have no fucking pride at all?"

The middle-aged man softening cock, which should have been spent and shamed, twitched violently against his thigh.

"TEACH THE DUMB SLUT SOME DAMN GOOD MANNERS!!"

Then, before Miranda's widening eyes, it began to swell anew, veins bulging along its length as it thickened far beyond its previous girth, rising like a vengeful god from the ruins of his pride.

"W-what—?" Miranda's breath hitched, the raven-haired smugness faltering as she took an involuntary step back.

Antonio didn't speak. He didn't need to. The look in his eyes—dark, feral, possessive—said everything.

"O-Oh no..."

Miranda turned to flee.

She didn't make it two steps before Antonio's hand lashed out, his fingers entwining in her raven hair and yanking her back with enough **** to make her cry out.

"Running away, darling?" His deep baritone was a low, dangerous rumble, the enraged father's breath hot against her ear as he dragged her against him, her back pressed to his chest. The young woman's soft contralto trembled with both lust and fear,

"F-Fuck, not so rough!!"

His free hand slid down her front, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his daughter's toned thigh before hiking up her nightgown, exposing her bare ass to the cool night air. "After all that bravado?"

Miranda squirmed, her earlier confidence shattered. "D-Daddy, wait I didn't mean to—"

"No." His palm cracked against her fat ass in a sharp, stinging slap, the sound echoing through the room. Miranda yelped, the pale beauty's body jerking against his, her tight pussy clenching around nothing as a traitorous throb of arousal pulsed through her.

"You wanted to play with fire, sweetie," Antonio murmured, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Now you’ll burn."

The Punishment Begins

"O-Ohmygod, wait!! I-I said I'm sorry..."

He spun her around, his grip unrelenting as he bent the slender vixen over the desk, her cheek pressed against the cold wood, his daughter's bubble butt raised in shameless invitation. His deep baritone emotionless,

"Don't care."

Antonio's fingers trailed down the cleft of her cheeks, his touch taunting before he spread her, exposing her tight, untouched hole to his gaze.

Miranda whimpered, her fingers scrabbling against the desk. "N-not there—!"

"Oh, yes there," Antonio growled, his thumb pressing against her clenched rim, rubbing in slow, filthy circles. "You dared compare me to that bastardo? You taunted me? Humiliated me?" His voice dropped to a whisper, thick with promise. "Now you’ll learn what happens to bad girls."

His fingers dipped lower, gathering the slick dripping from her cunt before smearing it over her asshole, the wetness making her shudder.

"P-Please—"

"Please what?" Antonio leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Beg properly, puttana."

Miranda trembled, her body betraying her as her hips pushed back against his fingers. "P-Please... fuck me, Papà," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Antonio smirked.

"Good girl."

Then he shoved a finger inside her.

The Painal Lesson

Miranda screamed, the young woman back arched against the sudden intrusion, her nails scoring the wood as Antonio's finger buried itself to the knuckle in her virgin ass.

"God, you’re tight," he groaned, his cock jumping at the way her muscles fluttered around him, fighting the intrusion even as her body yielded. He worked her slowly, cruelly, twisting his finger just to hear her sob, adding a second when her cries turned to gasping moans.

"S-stop—!"

"You don’t mean that," Antonio mocked, his voice dripping with venom and lust. "Look at you—dripping like a whore." He dragged his fingers through her slickness again, coating himself before aligning his cock with her ass. "Now take your punishment."

He pushed in.

Miranda screeched, her body bowing as he stretched her beyond reason, her ass burning as he filled her inch by agonizing inch.

"Damn—so fucking tight for your daddu," Antonio hissed, his hands clamping on her hips as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against her dripping cunt. "This is what you earned, Miranda. This is what you asked for."

Then he moved.

The Ruined Daughter

There was no gentleness in his thrusts, no mercy. Antonio fucked her ass with brutal precision, his hips snapping forward with enough **** to jolt her entire body, her cries muffled against the desk.

"You like this, don’t you?" he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise. "You needed this. Needed your father to put you in your place."

Miranda couldn’t answer—couldn’t think—her world narrowed to the pain, the stretch, the shameful pleasure coiling in her belly as he pounded into her.

"Say it," Antonio demanded, his hand fisting in her hair again, yanking her head back. "Say you’re mine."

"Y-yours!" Miranda wailed, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her ass clenching around him like a vice.

Antonio roared, his own release exploding inside her, his cum filling her in hot, pulsing spurts as he held her impaled on his cock, his teeth sinking into her shoulder in a claiming bite.

When he finally pulled out, Miranda collapsed, her body trembling, her ass aching, her mind shattered.

Antonio turned her to face him, his thumb wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Now," he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Who do you belong to?"

Miranda whimpered.

"Y-You, Daddy."

And for the first time that night—she meant it.