Controlled & Tormented by Daddy: A Dark Story of non-consent
Delilah Cole
Controlled & Tormented by Daddy
Delilah Cole
Bookapy User License
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please go to Bookapy.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Delilah Cole
All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
Contents
Content Disclaimer
sensitive and controversial themes, including non-consensual acts and incestuous relationships, which may be disturbing or triggering to some readers. The story is intended strictly for mature audiences aged 18 and older.
Please note:
The content is purely fictional and does not condone, promote, or glorify harmful behavior in any form.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are of legal age to access this material and understand the nature of its content.
father said, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark, "I think it's time you learned a thing or two about the world." His voice was low and steady, a stark contrast to the racing thoughts in my head.
I nodded, trying to keep my voice even as I replied, "Okay, Dad, what do you have in mind?"
In the dimly lit living room, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner. The walls were lined with bookshelves, a testament to my father's love for reading. But the books were all a blur to me now, their titles lost in the fog of confusion and fear that had settled over me. His hand was warm on my bare shoulder, and I couldn't help but feel comfort and dread as his thumb traced small circles on my skin.
"I've noticed you've been growing up so fast," he said, his tone still casual yet loaded with an undeniable tension. "It's my job to ensure you're ready for what's out there." His eyes searched my face, looking for any hint of resistance. Still, all he found was the obedience his control had instilled in me.
The next thing I knew, he guided me to the couch, his hand sliding down my arm to hold my hand. His touch was firm yet gentle, a contradiction that sent a shiver down my spine. As I sat down, the plush fabric enveloped me, and his hand slid up my thigh, his thumb tracing the hem of my shorts. I knew what was coming, and a part of me wanted to scream, to push him away, but the mind control held me captive, my body responding to his every command.
<