Setting some rules with his daughter

House Rules – A Father’s Gentle Domination

The living room was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon sunlight, casting long shadows across the plush carpet where Rebecca sat curled up on the couch, her slender legs tucked beneath her. The television played some forgettable sitcom in the background, its canned laughter a stark contrast to the tension thickening the air between father and daughter. She had been absently scrolling through her phone, her delicate fingers tapping at the screen, when Stefano’s voice cut through the comfortable silence like a blade.

"Rebecca."

She looked up, her emerald eyes wide and innocent, the faintest hint of apprehension flickering across her features.

"Yes, Dad?"

Stefano exhaled through his nose, his muscular frame shifting on the couch beside her. He had that look—the one that made her stomach tighten in a way she didn’t quite understand. The look that meant he was about to remind her of the rules.

"Look, young lady," he began, his voice deceptively calm, "every household is a great team. And great teams have great teamwork."

Rebecca rolled her eyes, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she waved a dismissive hand. "Yeah, I know, Dad. I’ll do the laundry tomorrow or something. O-Oh my God."

She hadn’t expected his reaction.

Stefano’s hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist with a grip that was firm but not painful—just enough to make her breath catch.

"Are you serious?" he growled, his dark eyes flashing with something dangerous. "W-wait—?!"

Before she could process what was happening, he was guiding her hand—the redhead vixen's small, delicate hand—down, down, until her fingertips brushed against the unmistakable heat of his erection straining against his sweatpants.

Rebecca’s slender body went rigid.

"D-Dad—?!"

Her voice was a breathless squeak, her cheeks flooding with a deep, mortified pink. She tried to pull away, her fingers twitching against the thick outline of his cock, but Stefano’s grip on her wrist tightened, forcing her palm to flatten against him.

"Is that really what I’m supposed to do?" she stammered, her pulse hammering in her throat. "I get it, everyone has t-to do their part in the h—oh!—house… But isn’t this a b-bit excessive?"

Stefano’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

Excessive?

He leaned in closer, his free hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her soft red curls as he pulled her toward him. Rebecca’s breath hitched as their bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest searing through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"How so, sweetie?" he murmured, his voice dripping with honeyed condescension. "You’re just helping your dad out. Just like when you took care of me when I was sick a few days ago."

Rebecca’s lips parted in protest, but the words died in her throat as Stefano’s hips rolled upward, grinding his cock against her trapped hand. A whimper escaped her as she felt him—really felt him—thick and heavy and so hard beneath her fingers.

"Do you want to see your daddy down with a fever again? We got lucky last time, but what if it happens again..."

The threat was playful, but the underlying dominance in his tone sent a shiver down her spine.

Rebecca swallowed hard.

She didn’t stop jerking him off.

Her movements were hesitant at first, her fingers trembling as they traced the length of him through the fabric, but Stefano’s grip on her neck kept her anchored, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles against her pulse point.

"That’s it," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body. "Just like that. Good girl."

The praise sent an unexpected jolt of warmth straight to her core.

Rebecca bit her lip, her free hand fluttering uncertainly before Stefano caught it too, guiding it to join the first. Now both of her hands were working him, her palms sliding up and down the thick ridge of his shaft as precum soaked through the fabric, leaving a dark, damp patch that made her stomach clench.

"D-Dad…" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Stefano’s grip on her neck tightened, his other hand sliding down to grip her hip, pulling her even closer until she was practically in his lap.

"Look at me, Rebecca."

She obeyed, her emerald eyes locking onto his—and that’s when she saw it.

The glow.

Faint at first, just a flicker of violet in the depths of his dark irises, but then it spread, seeping into the whites of his eyes until his gaze was nothing but hypnotic, unnatural radiance.

Rebecca’s breath stuttered.

Her hands kept moving.

"You’re doing so well," Stefano purred, his voice layered with subliminal command, each word sinking deeper into her mind, unraveling her resistance thread by thread. "This is what good daughters do, isn’t it? They take care of their fathers."

Rebecca’s lips parted in a silent gasp as his cock twitched beneath her fingers, her own body betraying her as heat pooled between her thighs.

"Y-Yes…"

The word slipped out before she could stop it, soft and breathless and so obedient.

Stefano’s smirk widened.

"Then keep going."

And she did.

Her strokes grew bolder, her fingers curling around him with more confidence as she worked him through the fabric, her thumbs brushing over the swollen head of his cock with every upward glide. Stefano’s breath grew ragged, his hips rocking into her touch, his grip on her neck tightening possessively.

"Fuck, Rebecca…" he groaned, his voice rough with lust. "Just like that. Just like that."

She could feel him getting closer, his muscles tensing, his cock pulsing in her hands—

And then, without warning, Stefano moved.

In one fluid motion, he yanked her forward, crushing his lips against hers in a searing kiss that stole her breath. Rebecca’s eyes flew wide, the slender beauty's hands freezing on his cock as the middle-aged man's tongue plundered her mouth, claiming her with a hunger that left her dizzy.

"Hmmmph!!"

When he finally pulled away, Rebecca was panting, her luscious red lips swollen, his daughter's petite frame trembling with unquenched lust.

Stefano’s eyes burned into hers.

"Now," he murmured, his voice thick with command, "be a good girl and finish what you started."

Rebecca’s hands moved on their own.

And this time, she didn’t stop.