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Dose Ashley for a Daddy fetish

You: "Just need to grab something from my briefcase. Work thing."

Ashley: "Oh, okay. I'll be here."

You walk to the briefcase. You uncap the vial in the shadow of the island, your back to her.

The water sits on the counter where she left it, cap loosened but not removed. You pour. The serum disappears into the liquid without a trace, just like it's designed to. You recap the vial, pocket it, and return to your seat.

You: "Just needed to check something."

You put the glass down in front of her.

Ashley drinks. First one sip, then the entire glass.

Ashley: "God, I was thirsty. Anyway, I was thinking we could maybe watch something together? Mom won't be back for like two more hours and I'm sick of studying."

Her arms lower slowly. Her eyes go unfocused, her pupils dilate. Her mouth hangs open slightly.

This is it.

You press the timer on your watch and begin.

You: "Listen and obey, Ashley."

Ashley: "Listen... and obey..."

Her voice is stripped of all the former warmth and energy.

You: "You feel sexually attracted to me. You think of me as Daddy, and that makes you wet. Being my good girl turns you on."

Ashley: "Sexually attracted... to you... Think of you as Daddy... makes me wet... Being your good girl... turns me on..."

You: "This feels completely natural to you. Good girls get turned on by their daddies. You love the way I make you feel."

Ashley: "Feels... natural... Good girls get turned on... by their daddies... I love the way you make me feel..."

You: "Your body desires mine. You want to follow that desire and deepen our connection."

Ashley: "My body desires yours... I want to follow that desire... and deepen our connection...."

You: "You want to seduce me. You want me to touch you. You'll find ways to make it happen."

Ashley: "Want to seduce you... Want you to touch me... I'll find ways..."

You: "Good girls show their daddies how much they love them. You want to be a good girl. You want to make me happy in every way."

Ashley: "Good girls show... want to be good... make you happy... every way..."

You: "You justify these feelings to yourself easily. This is how you express your love for your daddy. This is special. This is right."

Ashley: "Justify... easily... How I express... my love for my Daddy... Special... Right..."

[BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP]

You press the button on the watch to silence the alarm. Almost out of time!

You (hastily): "You know this must stay secret from everyone else, but you feel no shame about it. No guilt."

Ashley: "Must stay secret from everyone else... No shame... No guilt... Wait... wha..."

Ashley blinks. Her pupils contract, focus returning in increments. She looks down at the bottle in her hand, then back up at you.

Ashley: "Sorry, what was I saying?"

You: "Uh... (pause) Oh, you were asking if I wanted to watch something."

Ashley: "Right, I did..."

Ashley: "Mom's going to be out forever with Carrie. We should take advantage."

Ashley: "I've been thinking about something, you know..."

She holds eye contact.

Ashley: "I'm going to break up with Marcus tomorrow. Like, officially. He texted me again today and I just... I don't know. He's not right for me. He's immature and selfish, and he doesn't really see me, you know?"

You: "That's probably for the best."

Ashley: "Yeah."

She bites her lower lip.

Ashley: "I think I've been dating the wrong kind of guy. Boys my age just don't understand what I need. They're all about themselves."

She reaches out and straightens your collar even though it doesn't need straightening. Her fingers linger against your chest.

Ashley: "I need someone who actually cares. Someone who listens. Someone who makes me feel safe and... wanted."

Her hand drops to your forearm and doesn't move away.

Ashley: "You make Mom feel that way. I can tell. She's so happy now. You're so good to her, Daddy."

You: "I try."

Ashley: "You do more than try. You're perfect."

She steps even closer. She looks up at you through her lashes, and there's something new in her expression.

Lust.

You did it. You turned a girl who trusted you like a father into an even more warped and corrupted version of herself. You know how wrong it is what you did, but how could you resist the power that comes with the serum? How can you not take advantage of this?

Ashley: "I think a good (micro hesitation) daughter takes care of the people she loves. Really take care of them. Don't you think?"

You: "What do you mean?"

Ashley: "I mean..."

She traces a finger along your jawline.

Ashley: "I think we have something special. You and me. Not like Mom and you, but still special. And I think it's okay to show that. To be close."

Her other hand finds your hip. She's pressed against you now, her body warm and soft through the thin cotton. Her face tilts up. Her lips are parted.

Ashley: "You feel it too, don't you, Daddy? Tell me I'm not crazy."

Her breath is shallow. Every cell of her body radiates invitation.

Ashley: "I want to be close to you. Really close. Is that okay?"

You: "Do you want to show me how close?"

Ashley: "Yeah, Daddy. I really do."

Her hand slides up from your chest to cup the back of your neck. She rises onto her toes and kisses you.

When her tongue demands entrance, you open for her. It's not tentative. She kisses you like she's been thinking about it for days, her lips soft and insistent, her body pressing flush against yours. Her other hand fists in your shirt. The kiss deepens. She makes a muffled, small sound. Need, or relief, or both. Her fingers thread through your hair. Her soft body is all pressed against you.

Ashley (pants): "God, I've wanted to do that so badly!"

She says it like the desire has been building for months instead of ten seconds.

You: "Have you?"

Ashley: "Yes. I know it's probably wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong. You make me feel things no one else does. Safe and wanted and... fuck, Daddy, you make me so wet."

Her hand drops to your belt.

Ashley: "Tell me you want this too. Tell me I'm not the only one."

You: "You're not the only one."

She watches your face the whole time while her fingers are working the buckle. She seems to gauge your reaction.

Ashley (breathes): "I knew it!"

Still, she looks relieved and even more excited and flustered than before.

Ashley: "I mean, I saw you looking at me before, but I was never sure if you're actually..."

She trails off. The belt comes off, and your stepdaughter sinks to her knees in front of you. She's eye-level with your zipper now, and looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts adoration and hunger.

Ashley: "I want to be such a good girl for you. Let me show you."

Ashley's fingers hook into your waistband and pull down your pants and boxers. Your cock springs free, already hard from making out and your power-trip.

She looks up at you with those grey-blue eyes, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

Ashley: "God, Daddy. You're so..."

She doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, she wraps one hand around your shaft. She strokes you slowly and watches your face for reactions. You don't know what your face looks like right now, but this sure feels pretty good.

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Ashley: "Is this okay? Am I doing it right?"

You caress her dark hair with your hand. Ashley leans forward and drags her tongue along the underside of your cock, base to tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When she reaches the head, she swirls her tongue around it before taking you into her mouth.

You: "You're being such a good girl, Ashley."

Her hand works what won't fit in her mouth, and she bobs her head with increasing confidence. Saliva gathers at the corners of her lips. Her other hand grips your thigh for balance.

You: "That's perfect, baby. You're such a good daughter."

Ashley pulls back, gasping, a strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to your tip.

Ashley: "I want to make you feel good, Daddy. Tell me I'm doing good."

You: "You're doing so good. Such a perfect girl for me."

She gags slightly but doesn't pull away. Her eyes water, but she keeps going, determined to please you.

Her hand moves faster. She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder. The wet sounds of her mouth fill the kitchen, obscene and surreal. Your stepdaughter on her knees on the kitchen tile. Your wife's daughter. The girl who called you an interloper four days ago.

You feel yourself getting close. Your grip tightens in her hair, and Ashley makes an eager sound, sensing your approaching climax.

Ashley goes even faster. She looks up at you with watery eyes and flushed cheeks, waiting for your approval, your praise, your pleasure.

10 PM

By the time headlights sweep across the living room windows at twenty past nine, the kitchen is spotless, and Ashley is curled up on the couch with a textbook, legs tucked beneath her. You're on the island with your laptop open to nothing.

The front door opens. Linda steps in, she carries her purse and a takeout bag from the bar.

Linda: "Hey, you two."

Her voice is bright. She probably had a few. Good. That would make this easier.

Ashley: "Hey, Mom! How was Carrie?"

Linda: "Oh, you know. Same old Carrie drama."

Linda: "Did you eat? I brought those truffle fries you like."

You: "Already ate. Ashley heated up the pasta."

Linda: "That was sweet of you, honey."

Ashley beams from the couch.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom. In the hallway, you open your briefcase and uncap the remaining vial. You palm it and return to the kitchen, not before giving Ashley a nod through the open doorway. You'd told her you needed to talk to her mother in private, and she understands her cue instantly. She heads to her room without another word. Good girl.

Linda is standing at the counter, scrolling through her phone. Ashley has gone upstairs. You heard her bedroom door close a minute ago.

You: "How about a glass of wine to settle in?"

She starts, then looks up at you, her eyes wide.

Linda: "I didn't hear you!"

Her gaze softens as she looks at you, the effects of the serum clear as day.

Linda: "Actually, I think I just need some water. My head's already starting to pound."

You (smile): "Sit down. I'll get it."

She drops onto one of the island stools, rubbing her temples. You turn to the cabinet, pull down a glass. The vial is already in your pocket. You fill the glass at the tap, angle your body to block her line of sight, and tip the serum in. It vanishes like it was never there.

You set the water in front of her.

You: "Here, honey, drink. You'll feel better."

Linda: "Thanks, babe."

She picks it up and drinks. Long, steady gulps. She drains half the glass, pauses, then finishes the rest.

Linda: "God, I needed that. Carrie just- she talks so much, you know? It's exhausting sometimes."

She's fidgeting with her wedding ring, turning it around and around on her finger. You can tell there is something on her mind, probably due to Carrie's usual trash talk and suspicions.

Linda shakes her head.

Linda: "You know what? It doesn't matter. How was it with Ashley? Are you too still... stilll..."

Her words slow. Her hands go still on the counter. The ring stops turning.

Her pupils blow wide.

You press the timer on your watch.

Linda sits perfectly still, mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on nothing. Waiting.

You pull the stool closer and lean in.

You: "You will listen and obey, Linda."

Linda: "I will listen... and obey..."

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To be continued

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