A Love Lost

Ana

Three Years Ago

"Hi baby." My father approaches me slowly with a warm, welcoming smile.

We are home alone, I'm thirteen, and my father is the one person in life who understands what it means to be me. It's fall, which means that Charlotte is with mom. There is no one here. No one to stop what is to come.

"Good morning daddy. I hope you slept well."

"You as well, my angel. I slept wonderfully." He pauses to encircle me an his arms. "I have a surprise for you."

I push away from him. "What??"

"Now, my sweet girl, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you what we were doing. Yet, I will say that it is a fun binding experience for the both of us." He kisses my hair. "Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes. I have asked Marie to place an outfit out on your bed after you left. Please wear it for me."

Unwilling to cause my father anything but happiness, I comply. When I enter my room, there is a black-and-white corset and silk teddy set , as well as a pair of black Louboutins . They're beautiful.

After I dress, minus the corset, and put on the red Chanel lipstick and Dior mascara I make my way to my father. I'm strangely excited for what awaits me. I knock three times on my father's door.

"Come in, baby." My father's voice sounds from the other side of the door.

I push the door open and enter. Upon entry, I pause just steps in front of the door. I've never been in my father's room before. Its dark purple, almost violet. I never would've expected it. The bed is a four-poster, king with dark blue and matching purple covers. Attached to each of the posts are gold rings and red rope. Hanging beside to one of the posts at the foot of the bed is a metal bare with what looks like handcuffs at each end. I am in shock.

My father is sitting on the end of the bed.

"Come here." He stretches his arms out.

I settle myself on his lap and he pulls me in closer.

"What's the bonding surprise?" I look up at my father.

"Impatient are we? Don't worry. I think you'll enjoy it. Maybe just as much as I enjoy seeing you in the outfit and makeup I gave you." He kisses me. Not on my forehead or cheek, but plants a light, tender kiss on my lips.

It's not the first time. When I was ten, we had a full make-out session at my school. Since then, every time I do something he loves, he possesses me in the same way. As time has progressed, I have gotten used to it. In fact, I enjoy it. I tangle my fingers in his hair and deepen it.

The only difference between now and the past is that I'm the one to deepen it. In this moment, the way he smells and the way he's holding me makes me want to kiss him all over.

"Slow down, baby. I want you to do something for me."

"Yes, daddy."

"Okay. three things. One, as much as I love you in that teddy, I would like it off. Two, go lay on the bed with your legs spread. Three, from now on you will only address me as either daddy or sir. I will tell you which I prefer at the moment."

"Yes....."

"Daddy's okay now. But after today, only daddy in the bedroom or when we are alone. 'Sir' andy other time."

"Yes. Daddy." I bat my eyelashes at him before crawling off his lap and up the bed.

I strip myself of the silk teddy, leaving me my panties. Then, I position myself with my legs spread, my back on the velvet quilt, and my head on the pillow. Daddy rises from the bed, turns to face me, and begins to undo his belt. He disposes of his pants and shirt, leaving him bare except for his tight boxer briefs. The thick outline, prominent.

My jaw drops. His body is perfect - six pack, defined appendage, dirty blonde hair, and a nerve-awakening look in his eye.

"Beautiful, baby."

"Now may I know my surprise."

"Keep quiet and do as I say."

I nod.

He slowly steps closer, mounting the bed. He lays his palms just above my knees and begins to kiss the inside of my thighs. The feeling is ethereal. My body is risen to a high unlike any other.

"Are you ready for me to love you in a way you have never felt before? In a way that only I can give you?" He looks up at me from between my legs.

Unable to form a coherent response, I nod. He takes it and continues his trail of kisses up my thighs, his fingertips tracing behind them. I'm his baby and he's my daddy. I will do anything to be loved by him.

He doesn't remove my panties gently. Instead, he rips them right through the middle., his knuckles graging my sensitive skin. Suddenly, I feel an assault on my lower lips. His tounge ravishing me. I feel a liquid gold heat rise in my core, one I never have felt before.

"Oh. Daddy! Daddy!" I exclaim in the throws of this mind-altering passion.

His assault pauses. He comes up and kisses my lips. "That's it baby. Shout my name. Let everyone know whose you are." He kisses his way lower. He begins to worship my breasts. Each at their own pace. Sucking them, nipping at them, and massaging them. He begins with my left. As he begins to worship my right, I feel a release. White hot pleasure courses through my veins. I scream with pleasure.

"Daddy!!!"

He doesn't wait for me to climb down from the Mout St. Helens high he brought me to before he removes his briefs. His cock is long and thick. How is it going to fit? I know nothing about sex. Just what he has prescribed me to watch on various sites and through various movies over the past week.

"I'll fit." Daddy smiles.

"I trust you." I barely can get the words out.

"We don't have time for me to prep you. So, you'll just need to hold onto me." He kisses me as he sinks his pelvis to meet mine.

As he guides his member between my wet lips, a tinge of pain arises and grows. I must make a face because he kisses me in the most intense way possible as I feel him ease the rest of his impressive length in. Everything becomes fuzzy. The only things I can concentrate on are my beautiful father and the incredible feeling of him inside me, filling me.

"Baby, you're so tight. I'm not going to last long....God!!....You feel so good." He moans between passionate kisses had intense thrusts of his pelvis.

"Cum in me daddy. Fill me up! Give it all to me!" I beg him.

He groans and sucks on my neck, forcing me even closer to the precipice of another incredible orgasm.

"Baby!! I'm cumming!!" He exclaims as I feel him bottom out, his dick shooting his sperm into my pussy. It brings me over the edge, but I don't care. I want to get lost in this feeling. I want to get lost in him

"Fuck me more, daddy! Never stop!"

"I'm going to fuck you so much, you won't be able to sit for the next month and my cum will be dripping from your beautiful pussy for days."

It sounds like a dream. A dream which will come true. That night we fuck for hours. Each of us reaching climax at least three times.

For the next three months, I levied in a state where I believed this was normal, that this was how a father showed love for his daughter. Then, when Charlotte came home, everything changed. He became rougher with me, almost violent. She hadn't been home a week before father brought me to his office, fucked me on his desk, and then took me to that boardroom. For the next three months, I went to that office everyday with the sole purpose of being their toy. My father received a huge promotion and salary raise, which he used to buy me expensive lingerie for his office. With his promotion came high-class runways for me. Those didn't last long. For three months, I lived in hell and it showed. On the day of my last runway, my father's boss decided it would be fun to try spanking me and choke me. I didn't. I defied him and he retaliated, leaving me with dark bruises and red spots all over. I couldn't fix it, so I walked the runway. Damaged.

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I dreamt I was in my father's bedroom and the boardroom.