Deny

"I'm sorry. I can't Lia. I love you but as a father. I don't see you that way," he said, sorrow in his voice.

"I understand Mark," she replied a smile on her face but sadness in her eyes. "It was stupid to think I could compete with Ann," she whispered to herself.

"Get some rest Lia."

Mark turned around, closing the door behind him. Heading to the hallway bathroom, he stepped inside, closing the door and turning on the sink faucet to run some cool water over his face. He sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself and his throbbing cock. He was unaware of the bathroom door quietly opening as someone stepped inside the spacious bathroom.

The figure watched Mark for a second or two before walking over silently on bare feet to stand in front of him. Mark felt the presence. Opening his eyes he was greeted by the sight of Ann standing in front of him. Her gorgeous face was flushed, her eyes a little glassy and her long light copper colored hair disheveled. The tight designer dress clung to her body easily showing Mark the swell of her perky breasts as they rose up and down as she breathed.

"I saw you and Emi kissing," she said huskily. Mark could smell the **** on her breath.

"Listen Ann-" He was cut off as she slapped his face.

"You gonna replace me, Daddy? Replace your princess?" Her voice started to take a belligerent tone.

She slapped the other side of his face this time, both his cheeks now stinging. "No princess, its not like that--"

"Liar!" she hissed. "The proof is right here!" She quickly grabbed his loosely tied robe and yanked it open.

The robe belt wasn't tied tightly so it easily came undone. With his robe now hanging open, both had a perfect view of his erection.

"The proof is right there!" she yelled, giving Mark another strong whiff of her **** laced breath.

Ann quick as a viper, smacked Mark's hard cock causing his body to lock up and a groan of half-pain and half-pleasure to rip from his mouth. She launched another slap, this time hitting both his cock and balls. Another groan came from his mouth.

Ann grasped both of Mark's wrist in a painful grip and lunged forward. Her knee found his groin. The pain and slight pleasure radiating from his groin was overpowering. Ann released his wrists and Mark felt himself falling to his knees cupping his aching balls before tipping to the side. The room was filled with his whimpering.

"This is your punishment so you remember who your only princess is," Ann drunkenly declared as she stood over her father. She used her dainty foot to push Mark on his back as she towered over him before placing that same foot on his chest. Her light blue eyes staring unwavering down into Mark's grey ones.

"Now Daddy who is your princess?" she demanded.

"You are Ann. It's always been you. Always and forever," Mark whimpered out, still clutching his sore balls.

"That's good Daddy.. Rreal good. Make sure you make my favorite for breakfast." Her voice was now soft and sweet. She then took her foot of his chest, turned around, and strode out the bathroom never looking back. Leaving Mark there to collect himself once more.