AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Breeding My Daughter While She Sleeps

SUBTITLE: A NONCON Dad/Daughter Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with restraints (cuffs), sleeping pills (taken by Liana) and breeding.

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WORD COUNT: 2700 words

I run a hand through my light brown curls before raising my hand to knock on Liana’s front door. My daughter hasn't been answering my calls for the past three hours and I'm worried. She usually gets back to me within the hour.

The door swings open on my second knock, and I look from it to her empty home. The hall light is on, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. She knows better than to leave her door open.

“Liana?” I ask as I shut the door behind me and move through the house. How could she be so careless? I try not to get angry but we've talked about this so many times. A girl like her always needs to be careful, especially on campus. She’d promised me. It was the only way I’d agreed for her to move out of the house last month. I grit my teeth. “Liana, if you’re here, I need you to say something!”

Still nothing so I continue checking the rooms. I open her bedroom door, since it’s off the main hallway, and find her bedside table light on and an open bottle of sleeping pills. I'm relieved that she's okay, but disappointment immediately replaces that feeling. She took sleeping pills and didn't lock the door: what if someone walked in and took advantage of her?

She shifts in bed and throws the covers off, revealing nothing underneath. White, hot need spews into my blood at the sight of her firm body, flat belly, handful of tits and smooth pussy. My hand starts to itch to touch her delicate flower.

I turn away quickly. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I should cover her, get out of here, and maybe text to let her know I’ll drop by in the morning. But when I steal a glance at her side profile, hair flowing gently on her pillow and soft, pink lips slightly apart as she breathes, all those dirty feelings I've tried to suppress come rushing back up.

They started three months ago when I accidentally walked in on her in the shower. I hadn't left fast enough. And now I can't stop thinking about bending her over and ramming into that beautiful cunt. Her pussy lips look delectable, soft flesh I want to pry open to find her pleasure point.

This is so bad… so very bad.

And yet, my sick mind won't let me leave her home before I have had a taste and feel of my daughter. I reach out and stroke through her hair as it fans across the pillow. I kiss her temple to test if she’s really out and only get a soft exhale in reply.

I slowly drag the covers away some more. Her skin glows under the soft lights in her bedroom. Something glints in my periphery on the bedside table and I find buttery leather cuffs for her wrists. I grab them and finger them, and look around her bed to see anchor points on her slated headboard. Knowing she’d used them before makes my center warm, not out of excitement but… jealousy.