AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Summoned to Dad’s Sex Dungeon in the Basement

SUBTITLE: A Dad/Daughter Incest Erotica Short Story with spanking, edging, asphyxiation.

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WORD COUNT: 4000 words

I'm disappointed but not surprised when we reach my dad’s estate and the guards barely blink an eye at Dad getting out of his car with a naked woman. Who happens to be his daughter. I know some of them recognize me, but they look right through me. No questions asked, nothing.

Dad has enough influence in this town that I’m sure none of his security will say a thing about what goes on in this house. And it’s that power that draws me back in whenever he calls, even though I moved out nearly two years ago now. An hour ago, he’d picked me up and had stripped me naked, teasing my pussy while his driver drove us here.

“Incompetent idiots,” I sigh.

“Don't be rude, Lana” Dad chuckles as he opens the front door.

“I’ll be whatever I want,” I say, walking in.

“Get your ass to the basement and don’t wake Mom up,” Dad says, amusement melting into the familiar roughness I’ve come to expect ever since we started fucking four years ago, right after I finished my senior year in college. An accidental bump at a sex club led to many sessions in this very sex dungeon, right underneath my mom’s nose. That in itself adds to the thrill of it.

He drags me toward him quickly with a hand around my throat, and the anxiety and thrill of not knowing what he's going to do next causes a desperate burning in my core, and a noticeable wetness between my legs. He looks me in my eyes, a dark storm brewing behind his own, before pushing me away roughly.

“Get down there, now!”

I oblige and walk away from him, making sure to sway my hips a little more than usual to draw his attention to my ass. We both walk into the bedroom in the basement, and he sits on the foot of the bed, with me standing before him.

“You know, it's not fair that I'm the only one naked,” I purr playfully in his ear while toying with his shirt collar. He grips my wrist roughly and moves my hand off of him, then pats his lap.

“Ass up. You're gonna learn to hold that whore tongue of yours.” I hesitantly but seductively crawl over his lap, ending up with my elbows on the bed on one side and knees on the other side of him. I arch my back before him and put my ass up in the air.

Before I can even say anything, he says, “I don't want to hear a single sound from you. Understand?”

“Yes, Dad,” I hear him stifle a small groan. My self-assured grin quickly leaves my face as I feel a sharp pain come down on my sensitive ass cheek. I cry out at the sudden sting and a hand forcefully grips the hair at the back of my head and pulls my head back, making me moan at the pain again.

“What did I fucking tell you?” he says sharply.

He grips my hair tighter and pulls my head back harder, causing my mouth to come open and a small whimper to slip out.