Relax, Daddy

“What — what are you doing?” James asked, his voice a mix of confusion and alarm. He clutched the towel tighter around his waist, suddenly hyper-aware of his near-naked state. “Silvia, this isn’t like you. What’s going on?”

She didn’t answer right away, just tilted her head and smiled — a slow, deliberate curve of her lips that made his skin crawl. “Why do you look so nervous?” she asked, her voice smooth and almost teasing. “You act like you’ve never seen me before.”

“I’ve seen you plenty of times, but this … this isn’t you.” James said, trying to take a step back.

But she wouldn't let him go. She traced a fingertip lightly along the edge of the towel at his waist, then let it trail lower. "Oh, at least someone is happy to see me", she teased. He couldn't deny getting hard.

“Silvia,” James pleaded, his voice ****, the tension knotting his stomach, “stop! This isn’t funny.”

She smirked, a playful, mocking glint in her eye. “Oh, Daddy,” she said softly, her voice dripping with sweet honey. “You’re so uptight. Always trying to do the right thing. Don’t you ever just … let go?”

With the last word, she tried to rip the towel away violently. He barely managed to break free, keeping the scanty cloth and his dignity. He stumbled back.

“Daddy, why do you struggle? I know you want me,” she said, her tone light but carrying an edge of something darker. She took another step forward, closing the distance, her bare feet whispering against the tile.

He stared at her, bewildered. “Silvia, what are you talking about?”

She stepped closer again, so close now that he could see every detail of her expression. Her pupils seemed unnaturally dark, her features softer but somehow sharper all at once. Reaching out, she traced a fingertip lightly along the edge of the towel at his waist again. He couldn't help but rise a tent. Suddenly, she sank to her knees, slipping her hand beneath his makeshift kilt, and grabbed his raging hard-on.

James tried to recoil from her, but her grip on his manhood was firm and unyielding. His face flushed with shock and embarrassment. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice rising.

She chuckled softly and rose her other hand in mock surrender. “Relax, Daddy. I’m just helping you to release some tension.” The way she said it, the way her eyes glinted with amusement, made James’s stomach twist. That wasn’t Silvia speaking — he was sure of it now. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Margot!”

Silvia — or rather, Margot — smiled wider, her teeth gleaming faintly in the candlelight. “Clever boy,” she purred, her voice gleaming with satisfaction.

James’s fists clenched at his sides. “Get out of her. Now!”

Margot laughed, a low, musical sound that echoed unnervingly off the tiled walls. “Why would I do that? She invited me in. She’s so smart, your little girl. All rules and reason. But do you know what she’s longing for?” Margot’s expression darkened, her smile twisting into something almost cruel. “Your cock. Your large, rock-hard manly member. She craves it. I must know it, I'm in her head.”

James looked down at her, his breath coming in short bursts. “She’s my daughter. Don't you dare, you—”

Margot cut him off with a simple move. She opened her mouth and let his cock slip in. She licked and sucked and slurped, making soft obscene noises. James' knees nearly buckled. He moaned with both desperation and pleasure. It felt so good! Nonetheless, he tried to resist, to pull away from her.

As retribution, she grasped his jewels. He howled, a sharp pain cut into his abdomen.

“Careful, James,” she said, her tone suddenly low and dangerous. “I could make this... very uncomfortable for you - and for her. But don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of her, as long as you are a nice, obedient boy.”

Quickly he nodded and the pressure on his gonads softened in return.

Again, she pressed her lips against his glans and nibbled gently. James surrendered. What else could he do, if this devil had taken his precious daughter hostage? His stomach churned. It was wrong. All of it. But the scene in front of his eyes was like a forbidden dream come true. The ghost’s ability to blur moral boundaries, to make him ignore universal truths, was insidious.

She swallowed his rod to the hilt, her throat massaging and sucking its tip.

“Please, stop it,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through her hair. Immediately, he knew that his words were a lie. He closed his eyes and abandoned himself to her ministrations.