CHAPTER XII - The King and His Princess

Deciding in a fraction of a second that he was far too gone to stop now, Robert let himself immerse in the forbidden lust for his eldest daughter and allowed his right palm make contact with the warm skin of Taylor’s bare back, making the tall college girl shiver and let out a low mewling noise that caused his massive cock to throb in his pants.

“This is… wrong… daddy…,” Taylor rasped, breathing hard as she automatically rocked her ass against her father’s erection. Her lips said one thing, but her body had already decided to go with whatever decision her beloved father made at that moment.

“Taylor…, Princess,” Robert breathed into her neck. “Only the weak could ever dare to think something that feels this good could possibly be wrong,” he said, and then with two swift moves, finished unzipping his daughter’s corset all the way down to the top of her ass and pushed the top half to fold over her lap, freeing Taylor’s medium-sized creamy breasts for his hands to inspect.

“Oh, yessss!!!” Taylor moaned as her father’s skilled fingers explored her tits and toyed with her impossibly hard nipples.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Taylor,” Robert said, squeezing his daughter’s tits. They weren’t nearly as big as her mother’s or even her younger sister’s, but were just right for his elegant, statuesque perfection of a daughter.

Taylor had never felt so stimulated before in her life, both physically and mentally. It was like the wrongness of the situation turned her on immensely, a definitive sign of her Ravers blood. Throwing her head back on her father’s shoulder, she felt Robert using a hand to turn her face toward his before he claimed her lips just as he had done to her heart ever since she was a child. Father and daughter made out passionately, their lips and tongues moving in unison to compose a fiery, forbidden dance. Robert had to admit this was the hottest and most intense experience of his entire life, probably tied to all his first times with Monica, whom he still loved very much even after this, just in a different way.

But were love and lust so different? Maybe yes, maybe not. If they went all the way, he would definitely need to have a talk with Monica to see where Taylor fit into their relationship. That was a thought for another time, though. Now Robert wanted to thoroughly enjoy his sexy offspring. Effortlessly flipping Taylor around so she was straddling him, he kept devouring his daughter’s lips, her body undulating wantonly on top of his own. Breaking the kiss, he kissed his way south until his lips found one of her rosy peaks and sucked it into his mouth, wrenching another raspy moan from Taylor, who clutched his head with her fingers and pushed it against her chest.

“Yesss… Daddy… touch me, lick me…,” she moaned, fleetingly wondering how much she was sounding like Hannah at that moment.

Robert basically nursed on his daughter’s nipples as one hand squeezed her firm tits, the other snaking down to caress the perfection that was her ass. Deciding that he had to see more of her, all of her, he gently removed both of her heels before pulling and capturing her lips in a hungry kiss once more. Taylor squealed into her father’s mouth as his strong hands grabbed her butt and lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her long legs around him as he carried her to another part of the room. Her pussy almost gushed at the realization that her dad was taking her to bed. Yes, Robert Ravers was taking one of his own daughters to a bed, with every intention of ravishing her.

Depositing Taylor’s long body on the comfortable hotel bed, Robert smirked and grasped the half-undone leather corset before pulling it all the way down her legs. Taylor matched his smirk and tossed the bowtie off, her hands raising above her head as her hair fanned like a dark halo around her head. She posed as sexily as she could for her father, crossing her long legs.

“You like what you see, Daddy?” She purred, the raspy voice sounding incredibly sexier.

Robert’s cock throbbed painfully as the smirk turned into a full-blown mischievous smile. “I was just marveling at my foresight of calling you Princess all those years ago,” he said, gaze roving over the sight of his eldest daughter splayed like a royal feast on that bed. “You’re absolutely perfect, Taylor.”

Her heart beat faster in her chest at his words. Taylor obviously wasn’t dumb to think she didn’t look good, but people usually reserved those ravenous stares for Hannah, or Heather, even her mother, while she often was relegated to being the eccentric choice. Not now, though. Her powerful father, who could have any woman he wanted, was staring at her like he wanted to devour her whole, and the most exciting thing about it was that she was fully ready to let him.

“I wanna see you, Dad,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “I always wondered, you know?”

“Oh, yeah?” Robert let out an amused chuckle, and his fingers were already busy undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. “Been busy checking out your old man, eh?” He teased, pushing down his pants and standing in front of his daughter with only a pair of dark-blue boxers, the enormous bulge obviously stretching the fabric.

“Yeah,” Taylor nodded, her eyes never leaving his own. “Parading around, always distracting me whenever I hung out by the pool with my friends.”

“With all your hot bikini-clad friends, you mean. And yet, Taylor, you were always the sexiest one in my eyes,” Robert replied with a wolfish smirk. “Let me show you how much you affect me, Princess.”

Taylor shivered at her father’s words, his confession of being so attracted to her making the young woman deeply. Her eyes widened as he divested himself of those boxers and the biggest fucking cock she had ever seen sprung out. “Fucking hell, Dad…, that’s a really big… one,” she whispered, wondering how the heck he didn’t pass out from so much blood rushing down to fuel that colossal erection. It easily dwarfed all three of the guys she had been with so far.

“It’s your fault, Princess,” Robert winked at her as he climbed onto the bed and gently grabbed his daughter’s ankles. “Now it’s my turn to see all of you.”

With those words, the father slowly spread the daughter’s legs, revealing the prettiest pussy he had ever seen, all the way up there with her mother’s. Pink and dripping wet, with a trimmed upside-down dark triangle above her slit, just the way he liked it. “I see you haven’t fallen into that deplorable bald trend,” he commented, briefly thinking back to the last few times he had seen her like this, back when she was a baby and he changed her diapers. It wasn’t important, though, as the context of those moments was completely different from the one they were living now.

Taylor smirked at him the same sexy way her little sister did all the time. “Maybe I knew you were going to see it someday, Daddy.”

“Oh, I’m gonna do way more than seeing it, Taylor,” the father declared as he leaned down and made himself comfortable between his daughter’s long legs and kissed all around her upper thighs, purposefully avoiding venturing into her crotch.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy…,” Taylor moaned, reaching down to thread her fingers around his hair. “Don’t tease me, just lick your little girl, please…”

One last smirk gracing his handsome features, Robert winked at her again and nibbled his way toward his eldest daughter’s soaking slit. When his tongue swiped across the pink folds, he was sure that his tastebuds had encountered the sweetest nectar in the entire world, and he decided he couldn’t wait any longer to get his proper fill of it. Taylor screamed as her father began eating her out in earnest.

“Oh, yessss, Daddy!!!” Her body arched up on the bed, thrusting her hips into his face.

Robert’s tongue danced around her clit, teasing and circling it, feeling it pulse under his ministrations. Taylor’s hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. The way she was acting, he knew he had her right where he wanted. Her breaths were coming in short pants, and she was already begging for more, but he had no intention of letting her come just yet. He enjoyed the power, the thrill of making his daughter squirm and moan for him.

“Daddy, Daddy, please don’t stop!” She pleaded, her voice, usually raspy and controlled, had a high-pitched and **** tone to it.

And he didn’t. In fact, Robert grew bolder, his tongue delving into her wetness, fucking her with it. His hands reached up to squeeze her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. Taylor’s moans grew louder, filling the room, echoing off the walls. She didn’t care who heard them. Right now, all she cared about was the incredible sensation of her father’s tongue fucking her pussy.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” She chanted his name like a mantra as he licked and sucked her clit, feeling it swell under his attention. He knew she was close, so close, but he pulled back just a bit, savoring the moment. He wanted her begging for release.

Her hands found his head again, trying to **** him back down, but he resisted, kissing and nibbling at the inside of her thighs. “Daddy, I need to cum!” She whined, her voice needy and ****.

Robert chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. “Patience, Princess. Haven't I always given you everything you wanted?”

And with that, he returned to her clit, his tongue flicking at it rapidly now. He felt her body tense up, knew she was on the edge. But just as she was about to fall over, he stopped again, planting a gentle kiss on her mound before moving away, leaving her panting and ****.

“Daddy, please! I need it, I need it now!” She begged, her voice a mix of frustration and pleasure. Her father was so good and skilled at it that she knew for certain that his reputation around their town had been very much earned.

“Look at me, Taylor. Look at me while I make you come apart,” he demanded, his voice firm but filled with lust.

Her icy-blue eyes snapped open, and she stared into his, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. Robert could see the desire and need in her gaze, and it only spurred him on. He pushed two of his fingers into her, feeling her incredible tightness, her wetness. A brief pride washed over him, realizing she probably hadn't been with many guys even in college. He pumped his fingers in and out, curving them upward to hit her g-spot. Taylor’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that was almost animalistic in its intensity. Her body began to convulse, and he felt the muscles in her pussy spasm around his fingers. Robert knew she was coming, and the sight was nothing short of intoxicating. As she came down from her orgasmic high, he finally allowed himself to indulge in the taste of her release, licking her clean and savoring every drop. He had never felt more alive than in that moment, with his daughter’s sweet juices on his tongue.

“Taylor, you taste just… magnificent,” he remarked, licking his lips as he gazed at his panting daughter spread out before him on the bed.

“You…, Dad… the stories are… all true,” she rasped, trying to regain her breath.

Robert let out an amused chuckle. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

Taylor **** herself to move into a sitting position and smiled before she leaned in for a kiss. It was a slower one this time, just a depraved father and his daughter proving their love and affection for one another. They made out slow and lovingly, Robert’s tongue sliding into his daughter’s mouth to caress hers as she tasted her juices on his lips. His cock throbbed between them and he found himself hoping Taylor would want to return the favor.

His worries were baseless, as Taylor grinned mischievously once the kiss broke and she caught sight of the rampant monster her father had between his legs. “Mmm, guess it’s time for me to meet my maker, huh?”

“At your pace, Princess,” Robert returned the grin and just observed as the sexy brunette eyed his cock and slowly wrapped her fingers around it. Or tried to, as the tips of her digits didn’t quite meet around the shaft. The businessman did a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of his daughter’s soft hand making contact with such an intimate part of him.

The taboo feelings basically oozed in the air at that moment, the two of them recognizing how wrong and yet, how right that sensation felt. Like Robert claimed, if it was good, it was right, no question about it. Taylor let out a low mewling noise as her father’s mighty cock throbbed in her hand. It both intimidated and excited her, intensely in both extremes. “You love this, don’t you, Dad?” She shifted her gaze to his electric-blue eyes as she slowly began stroking his manhood. “This cock made half of me twenty-one years ago and now I’m pumping it, hoping to ingest a thousand potential siblings.”

“Shit, Taylor…,” Robert shivered at her words. “Had no idea you were so kinky, Princess.”

“I hope you enjoy your little girl’s mouth around your huge cock,” she teasingly rasped, a naughty grin on her face that reminded Robert a lot of her best friend and mother before she leaned in and swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick, causing her father to groan and throw his head back in pleasure.

He quickly moved his gaze back to Taylor’s face, though. Robert absolutely did not want to miss even a fraction of a second of his beloved daughter pleasuring him with that beautiful mouth of hers. Her eyes never leaving his, Taylor’s lips parted and she let his cockhead slide in, brushing against her wet tongue.

“Dammit, Princess, this feels surreal even for me,” he said, a hand going up to cup her soft cheek as she closed her mouth around his tip and sucked hard on it. “Shiiit…, fucking hell!”

Taylor smirked around her father’s cock, feeling his hand squeeze her face gently. She began to bob her head up and down, taking in more and more of his length with each pass. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. It was like trying to swallow a whole fist, and she had to fight the gag reflex that threatened to ruin their act for the cameras.

“Mmm, Daddy, it's really huge!” She mumbled, pulling back and letting his cock smack against her cheek. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand still moving up and down his shaft.

Robert’s eyes darkened with lust, watching his daughter’s mouth stretch around him. He reached down to playfully smack her on the cheek with his dick. “Yeah, I know. You’re just gonna have to work for it, aren’t you?” He teased, his voice thick with desire.

Taylor’s cheeks reddened, but she didn’t stop her movements. Instead, she took him back in her mouth, determined to get him in as far as she could, like she supposed Hannah could with guys of this size. Not that she believed that there could be another guy the same size as her father. A brief, fleeting thought about her brother, cousins, uncles, and even her grandfather crossed her mind, but she quickly drove it away. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took him in as deep as she could, her eyes watering a bit as she felt his cockhead brush against the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck, Taylor, that’s it, baby girl!” He encouraged, his hand moving to the back of her head to guide her movements. His other hand was busy playing with one of her nipples, rolling and pinching it as she sucked him off.

The young woman gagged slightly, her throat spasming around his thick member. She pulled back with a cough, taking a moment to catch her breath. “It’s too much, Dad. I can’t get all of you in my mouth,” she panted.

Robert chuckled, his cock glistening with her saliva. “It’s okay, Taylor, just do your best. I know you can handle it,” he smirked, his voice filled with pride. “You’re a Ravers, after all.”

Taylor took his cock back in her mouth, her eyes watering as she tried to ignore the urge to throw up. She took him in as deep as she could, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat, before pulling back again. She continued to bob her head, her cheeks hollowing with each suck and her tongue swirling around his shaft.

Robert’s eyes were glued to his daughter’s face, watching her struggle with his size. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like every fantasy he had ever had was coming true right in front of him. The thought made him even harder, his cock pulsing in her mouth.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praised, his voice strained. “So good for Daddy. You’re gonna make me cum all over that fucking gorgeous face of yours.”

Taylor moaned around his cock, her eyes fluttering closed. The idea of her father coming on her face was more than she could handle. She had never been into that debasement kind of thing, but with the situation they were in, it just felt right.

Robert felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. “Taylor, look at me,” he ordered, his voice gruff.

Her blue eyes snapped open, and she stared up at him as he pulled out of her mouth, his cock slick with her saliva. She watched in fascination as he began to jerk himself off, her hand still wrapped around the base.

“Open your mouth,” he said, and his eager daughter did so obediently, sticking her tongue out.

Robert’s hand pumped furiously at his cock, the head just out of her reach. He groaned loudly, his body tensing as he felt the orgasm build up. And when he couldn’t hold back anymore, he let go with a roar, his seed shooting out like a geyser, painting her face in thick ropes. Taylor’s eyes went wide as she felt the hot jets hit her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and even the black bunny ears atop her head. She had never seen anything like it, but she was surprisingly turned on by the act. It was wrong, so very wrong, but in that moment, with the camera’s watching, it felt like the most right thing in the world.

“Fuck, Taylor, swallow it!” He demanded, his voice hoarse with passion. "Eat the cum that created you!"

The young woman eagerly leaned forward, her eyes still locked on his, and took the head of his cock in her mouth again. She sucked him clean, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort. She could taste the saltiness of his cum, feel it sliding down her throat, filling her mouth. It was a strange sensation, ingesting the sperm that was responsible for half of her, but she found it oddly thrilling. She swallowed everything greedily, looking up at him with a smug expression as she licked her lips.

Robert watched, his chest heaving from exertion, as Taylor took care of him. His daughter had always been a good girl, but seeing her like this, willing to commit such a taboo act, was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. Her gorgeous, pristine face covered by her father's sperm was such a huge turn-on for him, who had always secretly fantasized about this moment. “Good girl, Taylor. You’re such a good little slut for Daddy,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride.

The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a rush of warmth between her legs. She didn’t know why, but she liked the way he talked to her, the way he treated her in that room. It was wrong, but in the twisted world they were now living in, it felt natural. She kissed the tip of his cock once more before sliding off the bed, her knees slightly wobbly from the intensity of the experience. Using the sheets from the bed, the college girl wiped her face clean from her father's stray jets.

“What now, Dad?” She expectantly asked, her voice still shaky from the recent events.

Robert grinned like a predator stalking a very delicious prey, his cock already starting to harden again at the thought of what was to come. He knew they had to keep this charade up, they had to make it look real. And if that meant fucking his daughter’s tight pussy in every way imaginable, then so be it. The father and daughter shared a look that was no longer just that of a concerned parent and a scared daughter, but one of two conspirators in the most taboo and thrilling experience of their lives. They were about to embark on a journey that would change their relationship forever.

“Get on the bed, Princess. Let’s show them what a good little bunny you can be for your daddy,” Robert ordered, his voice firm and filled with desire.

Taylor’s heart was racing as she climbed back onto the large, king-sized bed, her naked body feeling both **** and powerful. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide, giving Robert an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. The lights in the room cast a warm, sensual glow across her skin, highlighting every curve and freckle. She felt like a sacrifice being offered up to a deity, and for some twisted reason, that thought excited her. The thought of being completely taken by her beloved father and his mighty cock.

Robert’s gaze was glued to her pussy as he crawled onto the bed, his massive member bobbing with each movement. His eyes were dark with lust, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to do to her. He leaned down, his cock brushing against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of precum. “Are you ready to become one of my many conquests, Taylor?” He whispered, his voice a dark promise that sent another strong shiver down her spine.

"Yes, Dad," Taylor rasped, her icy-blue eyes widening for a moment as the arousal reached almost a bursting point inside her trembling body. "Make me another notch in your fucking bedpost."

Her words had the desired effect on Robert as he smirked before placing his cockhead against Taylor's wet folds. He felt a strange mix of excitement and fear, knowing that once he pushed inside, there was no turning back. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was the same desire mirrored in hers. With a deep breath, he pushed in, feeling her tightness grip him like a vice. "Fuck..., Princess, so tight and hot," he grunted, the furnace of his offspring's fuckhole almost burning his shaft as it squeezed him very tightly.

Taylor’s eyes watered as she felt her father’s cock stretch her in a way she had never felt before. It was both painful and exquisite, and she couldn’t help the mewling moan that escaped her lips. "You're the one who's freakishly big, Dad," she whimpered, her hands clutching the bed sheets tightly as she trained her gaze on his steely one. "Do it, Daddy, fuck me hard. Fuck your Princess!"

Her wanton request was like gasoline on a wildfire. Robert’s eyes blazed with passion as he began to thrust into her with a fervor that was both fierce and surprisingly tender. Each push into her tight, wet pussy sent waves of pleasure crashing through both of them, and they both knew that they had to maintain the facade for as long as possible. Still, it was a facade they had long stopped to care about, as this ultimate taboo act was transpiring for their pleasure and only for that.

"Oh, Daddy, that's so good," Taylor panted, her hips rising to meet every one of his powerful strokes. "You're so much better than any of the guys I've been with."

"And you're so much tighter than any of the sluts I've had," Robert replied, his voice guttural with lust. "Your pussy was made for me, Taylor. Just like your mother's."

They continued to fuck like this for what felt like an eternity, their moans and gasps filling the room. Taylor’s nails dug into Robert’s back, leaving little half-moons in his skin, while his hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements to maximize their pleasure. He loved the sight of his daughter's medium-sized tits bouncing on her chest, a testament to how hard he was fucking her. They were both lost in the moment, their inhibitions shattered by the danger and taboo of their actions.

“You’re so wet, baby girl,” Robert groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “You love your daddy’s big cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy, yes!” Taylor shouted, her raspy voice echoing in the room and being like music to his ears. “Fuck me harder, Dad! Make me cum on your big, fat cock!”

Her words pushed him over the edge, and Robert picked up the pace even more, driving into her with everything he had. Taylor’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her orgasm building, her walls clamping down on her father’s shaft. She could feel him getting closer too, his breath coming in ragged pants.

“Not yet, Dad, not yet!” She moaned, trying to stave off the inevitable. They had to keep this act going, had to keep their potential watchers thinking she was just a stripper that Robert Ravers was enjoying in that hotel room.

Robert’s grin grew even wider as he felt Taylor’s cunt squeeze him tightly, trying to milk his cum. He knew she was close, and he was determined to push her over the edge without letting himself go. “You want me to make you cum, baby?” he asked, his voice a playful growl.

“Yesss!” Taylor hissed, her hips bucking wildly.

Her father’s grin grew feral as he watched Taylor’s body tense and quiver around him. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her cunt gripped him, could see it in the desperation in her eyes. He slammed into her harder, his pelvis slapping against her ass with a sound that echoed through the room. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, and he felt her walls tighten even more around his cock. With a final, powerful thrust, he hit her g-spot and she shattered, her orgasm tearing through her like a hurricane. She screamed out, her back arching as her body writhed on the bed. Robert held off his own release, watching his daughter in awe, feeling her pulse around him as she came. And then, before she could even begin to recover, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air as her gaping pussy dripped onto the sheets. Taylor looked over her shoulder, her eyes glazed with lust as her bunny ears finally fell off her head on the pillow below.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you like a bunny now, Princess,” he growled, lining his cock up with her wet, swollen hole once more. “You’re gonna love it.”

Robert’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his cock sliding into her from behind. Taylor’s eyes rolled back in her head as he began to pound into her, her breasts swaying with each thrust. She could feel every inch of him, and it was heavenly, the kind of heaven that burned like hellfire and froze like the coldest winter. She never knew it could feel like this, and she was sure no man would ever be able to compare.

He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot in her ear. “You’re mine, Taylor. All mine. No one else can ever have this pussy again.”

Taylor’s eyes widened at the words, and she moaned, pushing back against him. It was wrong, it was twisted, but she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to be owned by her father, to be his little bunny, to be fucked like this forever. She wondered what her mother would say about it, considering that her parents sometimes brought other women to their bed. It was a poorly guarded secret in the Ravers family, and Taylor almost caught herself wondering if she would ever share a bed with her own mother as well, but the way her father was power-fucking into her with his mighty cock quickly drove any stray thought away as she let out a loud, raspy moan.

Her second orgasm hit her like a truck, making her scream into the pillow. Her body convulsed around his cock, her muscles tightening until she couldn’t breathe. Robert’s strokes grew erratic, his breathing harsh and ragged. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer and then he grasped the back of Taylor's head, his fingers weaving into her dark, wavy tresses.

“Daddy, please, I need you to cum inside me,” Taylor begged, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Claim up your daughter's fucking pussy!"

“Fuck, Taylor, I’m going to fill you up, Princess” Robert groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the pressure building, the thought of filling his daughter's womb with his warm cum being the sole **** driving his body at that moment. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room as he fucked her from behind with an animalistic intensity. Taylor’s moans grew louder with each thrust, her body begging for yet another release.

Looking down, Robert caught sight of Taylor's impossibly tight asshole, and wondered if one of her rare boyfriends ever had the pleasure of sampling her final hole. He quickly made the decision to explore that avenue with her in the future, because yes, there was no way Robert wouldn't fuck his daughter again. Now that he had felt the pleasure of her vice-like cunt, it wasn't something that he intended to give up.

“Oh, shiiiit…!!!” Taylor moaned loudly as she felt the first splashes on the walls of her pussy.

The moment Robert’s seed began to fill her, the college girl felt a primal satisfaction that surpassed any academic or personal achievement she had ever experienced. Her body was trembling from the overwhelming sensation, her pussy squeezing around his cock like a heart beating with pure, unbridled passion. Robert’s roar of climax filled her ears, his warm cum flooding her womb in thick, creamy spurts. It triggered yet another mind-shattering orgasm, a sensation she hadn’t expected to feel so viscerally, but the reality was undeniable: she had just been claimed by her father. It was such an intense experience that she felt herself losing consciousness and drifting off on the bed.

In that split second, as Robert’s orgasm washed over him, his thoughts swirled with a whirlwind of emotions. He felt the weight of his actions, the guilt of crossing a line that was never meant to be crossed. Yet, the pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that he couldn’t help but revel in it. He knew that he should be repulsed by what he had just done, but instead, he felt like the most powerful man in the world. He had taken his daughter, claimed her in the most intimate way possible, and she had begged for it. The thrill was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and lust that clouded his judgment. Looking at Taylor, his beloved Princess, passed out on the bed just made the businessman reaffirm to himself the decision he had made, he would absolutely fuck her again.