Blood rushed through her veins as her pulse quickened. Hot lust rushed through her, sending a warmth all over her skin and making her fingertips tingle. She found herself in the strong arms of a man with a dark beaked mask; his naked skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he pulled her to him. Lips brushed against her neck, a soft whisper against her skin before sharp fangs pierced her neck. His mouth latched to her neck and he tasted the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her breasts heaved with each breath; soft skin brushing against her sheer silky slip. The lace brushed her thighs, pulled up at one side where his hand clamped down on her hip and pulled her rump against his hard body. Desperation for more made her shudder. Her rosy nipples pulled the fabric taught. His strong hands teased, touched, and took control of her body as he sucked on her neck. His lips moves up to her ear and his teeth gently nibbled at her earlobe.
When he finally spoke, his voice came out in a gruff rumble, "You will do anything for me." His tone made it clear that this was no request. With only silence hanging in the air, he pulled away, all of the pleasure he was bestowing upon her disappearing along with his touch. His lips remained at her ear and one hand clamped down on her jaw, forcing her to nod. She couldn't see his face but felt his lips curl into a wicked smile.
"Yes!" She blurted out. "Yes, of course. I will do anything for you." Her lips trembled as she forced the words out. The tumbled out of her mouth in an unnatural way as if she weren't really making any noise; as if she hadn't said them at all and he was in her mind.
"Good. Now, my sweetest Josephine..." His fingers began to fade into black smoke that choked her as it filled her lungs and eyes. "Wake up!" The smoke turned to silk, covering her face and suffocating her.
Josephine scraped the sheets away from her face and gasped in a breath of cool air. The thick heat pumping through her veins had yet to slow and she felt as if she were still in that groggy area between sleep and awake. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she pulled her body up like a marionette; her limbs moving stiffly as if pulled by strings. Shuffling to the bathroom, she splashed cool water onto her face then looked at herself in the mirror. Wet crimson curls framed her pale round face. She blinked her long-lash-shadowed almond shaped eyes wide and examined the iris. What were once hazel rings were now showing that the whiskey-colored centers were shrinking to reveal more of the jade green. Her eyes seemed to be changing. While she liked the idea of having green eyes, she rather liked the way that, when the sunlight hit right, the brown and green would mix to a startling honey-like color that seemed to glow. She dabbed some chapstick on her plush lipped mouth to keep it silky smooth and pinched her cheeks for color. When she took a step back to examine her body, she wondered when she began this odd little morning routine to make her look so pretty when there was no one in the house saver for her father and herself.
Lifting her black polka-dotted tank top she examined her belly. It was slightly rounded but not obscenely so, with a cute belly button and a tiny waist that most girls would kill for. The bottoms of her breasts showed and she glowered at them. Most girls want theirs at about a C cup. Josephine would like that too, but for a different reason. The fabric of her top pulled up higher and she examined the hefty globes that she was cursed with. At such a small size around and a large cup, she was forced to buy sexy bras at lingerie shops because no one but her was a 36F without implants. A loud sigh escaped her rose petal pink lips and she dropped the tank top down and brought her hand down and touched her smoothly shaven mound beneath her black boy-short style panties. Her middle and index fingers brushed against the dampness between her legs and a slight blush crept onto her face. Turning, she took one last look in the mirror at her adorable, at least she thought it was adorable, ass. The bottoms of the pale cheeks were showing and she fixed her panties so that it wouldn't show off too much. Ever since she turned eighteen three weeks ago, Josephine had been relishing in her new found adult freedom. Perhaps that was when she began to make herself look so pretty, finding pleasure in making herself feel and look sexually attractive, even if it made her father uncomfortable. She'd bought two "adult" books and even a tiny vibrator that she has yet to come up with the courage to use, but she'd be damned if she wouldn't sleep and walk around her own home the way she wanted.
Lucas Dylan sat at the kitchen table with one hand around his cooling coffee and the other clicking away at the computer. Over half of the table was littered with receipts, reports and business memos that he'd printed, emailed, made copies of and faxed at least twice since the moment his alarm had gone off. Lucas worked from home most of the time, only going in to the office for a meeting or to meet with high-profile customers. It was hard work keeping everything straight, but it was worth it to see his darling Josephine every day. Lucas was a tall man with broad shoulders and the trim muscular body of a runner. His hair was an uncanny shade of brown that seemed to incorporate every shade of brown in the forest, including a few brown-gray hairs at his temples. With ocean-blue eyes that had a splash of whiskey around the pupil, he was a handsome man with high-cheek bones and a strong jaw.
As he stared into the 2-D depths of his silver laptop he thought of his ex-wife. She had fire-red hair and a thin impish body that, though was the envy of every model from L.A. To Paris, had never truly made him lust after her. What made him fall in love with her, though, was her smile and the way she laughed. If lightning were lavender in coloration and silver could be liquid without burning, that beauty and all the beauty of renaissance-art rolled into one wouldn't come close to the beauty within her laugh. She had thin lips but a large grin that showed how truly happy she always was. However, the laughter and smiles didn't last long. When they'd met, both Lucas and his wife had been eighteen and starting college. Two months into the relationship and a pink plus on a pregnancy test made the engagement for them. When Josephine was two, though, Laura-his wife-had run off with her art-history professor and the divorce was handled quickly and neatly as she had effectively cut them out of her life and was now living in Reno with the professor who just happened to hit the jack-pot while playing roulette. That woman infuriated him.
The squeak of a floorboard brought him back to the here-and-now and it took him a moment to realize that the bodacious rump that was settled in front of the coffee maker was his little girl. As she stretched up to get a mug from the cabinet, Lucas could swear he saw the slick outline of her pussy through the stretchy black fabric of her panties. His cock twinged and his red-plaid boxers suddenly seemed a whole hell of a lot tighter. Rubbing a hand across his stubbly jaw, he wiped away the surprise on his face and screwed on his best I'm-the-dad face and waited for her to turn around so he could scold her, yet again, for being half naked in front of a man. Josephine must have heard his sharp intake of breath, because she sighed loudly, shoulders slumped, and poured her coffee. "I know what you're going to say, so save it." A wry smile teased his lips. "Oh really, then I don't have to ask you to go upstairs and put some clothes on, you'll just do it? Because I would love the amount of time that that would save me."
She turned and rested a hip against the counter and sipped her coffee and grimaced at it's lack of sugar or cream. "No, but we can both save time by agreeing to disagree and you letting me do what I want because I'm your little princess." Sticking out her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes like a little girl, she looked at her father in a nearly sincere good-girl pose for nearly five seconds before she started laughing. A large slosh of coffee spilled out of her mug and onto her chest. Lucas was out of his chair in an instant and pressing a towel to her chest and taking the mug from her. Some habits die hard, and hot liquid on his little girl just hurt him on the inside to watch. "Are you okay honey?"
Josephine nodded and let out a disgruntled noise before dampening the towel with cold water and trying to blot out the coffee stains. "Yeah, I'm fine, just making a fool of myself, like usual." She made her way to the door of the laundry room and muttered a quick "Don't look" as she stripped off the tank top and dropped it on the floor in a damp mess. "I'll go get dressed..." As she walked away, shoulders hunched, in only her panties, Lucas' cock once again stirred in his boxers and he thought for certain that she would be the death of him. After all, what kind of girl walks around in such a sexy get-up in front of her father? One that didn't know how to grow up, that's what kind. One of these days he'd have to explain to her that she needed to act like an adult... but first he'd have to convince himself that he was ready to lose his little girl.
Slowly walking up the steps, Josephine caught a glimpse of her father and she could almost swear that she could see a lump in the front of his boxers. She mentally chastised herself and told herself that if she was going to start thinking like that about her father then she'd need to release some sexual tension somehow. After closing and locking her door, Josephine rummaged around her underwear drawer and pulled out the little three-inch neon blue vibrator, still in the original packaging. Her face flushed with warmth at the thought of doing something that she'd always considered so naughty but she had to try it, what good would it be if she didn't try it. Though it was cheap, she still hated wasting money. She read the description and the directions on how to work the multiple speed vibe. As soon as she turned it on, a soft buzzing came from the device and her fingers tingled. She giggled like a little school girl then lay back on her bed and touched the vibrator to her panty-clad pussy and felt her pussy grow wet.
She moved it up and down along the black fabric, trying to figure out where she was supposed to put it then felt it brush against her clit and a jolt of pleasure shot through her and before she knew it, she was slipping down her panties and writhing on the bed with her legs spread wide and the vibe pressed against her clit. Her thighs began to tremble as she heard her father's voice calling up the stairs for her. The muscles in her belly tightened as she climaxed, her juices flowing and covering her fingers and the vibrator. Images of a man burying himself deep within her as she climaxed; teeth against her neck, her back arching; breasts pressing against his chest; nails clawing down his back. She imagined herself kissing this man, but when he pulled away she recognized his face all too well, but she just pulled him in closer and kissed him more passionately, more feverishly. Daddy? She quickly turned it off and closed her eyes as she waited for the little aftershocks to subside, it was the most intense thing she'd ever felt. But what was with the image of her father kissing her... fucking her...? She told herself that it was just because she heard his voice. It was a lie, but she didn't want to admit to herself that she had just gotten off by thinking of her father.
