The night was dark and quiet as I tip-toed into the house, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had been out late, enjoying myself at a friend’s house, and I had completely forgotten about the small scratch on my dad’s car. I should have known better than to keep it a secret. As I closed the door behind me, I saw him sitting in the living room, his eyes glazed over with anger and alcohol.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he slurred, his voice a low growl. I could smell the booze on his breath from where I stood, and I knew I was in for a lecture at the very least. But when his eyes raked over my body, taking in the tiny skirt I was wearing, I knew it was going to be more than that.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” I started, but he cut me off, his voice rising.
“You scratched my fucking car and didn’t tell me, you little bitch?” He stood up, his body swaying slightly, and I could see the rage in his eyes. “You think you can just keep secrets from me?”
I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Yes, I scratched your car. I’m sorry, Dad. I was going to tell you.”
He grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me towards him. I gasped, more from surprise than pain, and he pushed me down to my knees. I could feel the cool tile floor against my skin, and I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Open your mouth, bitch,” he said, his voice harsh. He pulled his pants down, his cock already hard and ready. I parted my lips, and he shoved himself into my mouth, his hands gripping my head tightly. He held my nose shut, cutting off my air supply, and started to face-fuck me in earnest. I could taste the salt on his skin, could feel the power in his movements.
I secretly loved it. The roughness, the dominance, the way he was taking what he wanted. It turned me on, and I could feel myself getting wet despite the circumstances.
He came with a grunt, his body shaking as he spilled himself onto my face. I kept my eyes closed, my body still as he marked me with his release. When he was done, he pulled me to my feet, his finger already probing at my ass.
“Next time, I destroy your ass,” he promised, his voice a low growl. “You better be ready for me, you little whore.”
I smiled to myself as he let me go, my body still buzzing with adrenaline and arousal. I knew I would be ready for him. In fact, I was looking forward to it. I wiped his cum off my face and went to my room, my mind already racing with the possibilities.
Over the next few days, my dad was different. More distant, but also more intense. He would look at me with a hunger in his eyes, a promise of what was to come. And I was ready for it. I found myself anticipating our next encounter, my body aching with need. I knew that when it happened, it would be raw, it would be dirty, and it would be perfect.
