The Perfect Daughter 18+

A transition from the perfect for her loving father and controlling brother to the mistress of the house.

"You will hold your body still, no matter what I do to it. If you break, if you falter, if you try to resist... you will be punished."
Her heart pounds, but something deep within her stirs. There is no fear here. Only the dark pull of desire, the need to be tested, to feel the sharp sting of her limits being pushed.
She nods, her voice steady. "I understand, Daddy."

Father's arms wrapped around her then, pulling her back into him, his chest a solid, unyielding presence behind her. He was so close that she could feel his breath against her neck, feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. She tilted her head back into him, her body surrendering to the warmth of his embrace.
Leo, not far behind, closed the distance, pulling her even tighter between them. His hands slid down her back, his touch strong and familiar. She felt the heat of their bodies, the steady pressure of their hands on her skin, an anchor, a reminder of where she belonged.

"You are ours," Father whispered again, the words wrapping around her like a promise. "And we are yours."
Leo's fingers brushed through her hair, the gesture light and reverent. "Yes," he agreed, his voice firm with the certainty of it. "We'll never let you go."