Chapter 1

The sun cast a pale light over the familiar porch, its rays struggling to penetrate the overgrown garden that had once been Susan’s pride and joy. Stacy stood there, her heart heavy with the weight of her own guilt and exhaustion. The cheerful home once she knew was now a desolate shell, a stark reminder of the consequences of her betrayal.

“God, please end this nightmare, I can’t take it any more?” Stacy whispered while her eyes tracing the weeds that choked the life out of her mother’s once-colourful flower beds. The birds that used to sing merrily in the trees were now silent, as if even nature itself mourned the happiness that had died at this place.

For the past two months, Stacy had been trapped in a never-ending nightmare. Her days were spent shuttling between her mother’s hospital bed and her father’s cold, distant gaze. Stacy took a shaky breath as she raised her hand to knock on the door, her knuckles white against the weathered wood. She knew Mark blamed her for the destruction of his marriage, but she had to try one more time to reach him. Her mother’s life hung in the balance, and only father’s forgiveness could bring Susan back from the brink.

As she waited, Stacy’s mind drifted back to the fateful conversation that had set these tragic events in motion.

“I don’t know if I can go through with the wedding, Mom,” Stacy had confided in her mother over cups of steaming tea. “What if I’m making a mistake?”

Susan, her eyes warm with maternal love, smiled softly. “Stacy, I know how you feel. Being a wife and mother isn’t always easy, but it’s the most rewarding role a woman can have. I was lucky to have found your father, my one and only love.”

“You’re so lucky, Mom,” Stacy had said, her eyes shining with a mixture of admiration and sadness. “You and Dad have such a strong relationship. I wish I had what you two have, it’s not always easy with Alan.”

Susan, her eyes soft with sympathy, she reached out and took her daughter’s hand. “It hasn’t always been easy, sweetheart. There were times when I wondered if I’d made the right choice, especially when your father and I first married. I was so young and felt like I’d missed out on many experiences.”

Stacy’s heart had gone out to her mother and her struggles. She saw the shadow of regret in Susan’s eyes and suddenly an idea, which was wild and forbidden, took root in her mind. “Mom, you’re still beautiful. Why don’t you ... explore those experiences now? You could go on a date, just for fun, to make up for lost time.”

Susan’s eyes widened in shock. “Stacy, don’t talk nonsense, your father would never approve! I could never betray his trust like that.”

But Stacy saw the flicker of curiosity in her mother’s eyes and decided to fan the flames. “Life is too short, Mom. You deserve to experience passion and adventure. I’ll help you find it.”

Stacy saw her mother’s hesitation as a challenge. “Come on, Mom,” she cajoled. “Let’s start with a girls’ night out. Just you and me, having some fun and a bit of flirting. No harm in that, right?”

Stacy, determined to bring her idea to life, started small. She brought Susan to lively bars and introduced her to the thrill of flirting with younger men. At first, Susan was hesitant, her eyes darting around nervously as if expecting Mark to appear and catch them in the act. But as the attention and admiration of these men washed over her, she began to blossom. One particular night, Stacy introduced her mother to Jim, a charismatic colleague of hers with a mischievous smile. As Stacy watched them interact, she saw the spark ignite. Susan’s eyes lit up as she laughed at Jim’s jokes, and Stacy could see the wheels turning in her mother’s head.

“Stacy, I think your friend Jim is quite charming. Perhaps...” Susan trailed off, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

Stacy seized the opportunity. “You should go on a date with him,

Mom. Live a little. It’s just one date.”

Susan’s gaze flickered with uncertainty, but the curiosity and longing were evident. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m sure, mom,” Stacy replied, her voice filled with conviction. “You deserve to experience everything life has to offer.”

After nights of flirting and persuasion, Susan agreed to go on a proper date with Jim, and one thing led to another and they eventually hooked up. Susan knew what she did was wrong, as the guilt of betraying her husband ate at her. She tried to break things off, but Stacy, caught up in the thrill of it all, pushed her mother to continue, insisting she needed to truly experience what she had missed out on.

“Just one more date, Mom. How could one more date hurt?” Stacy’s words echoed in Susan’s mind, and she foolishly gave in.

However, Mark was not as blind as they thought. He started to notice the subtle changes in Susan’s behaviour, the secretive phone calls, and the late nights out. And then, like a bombshell, the truth exploded in his face.

Mark confronted Susan as she returned from her tryst, his heart breaking as the pieces fell into place. Susan cowered, her clothes dishevelled, the scent of another man still lingering on her skin. “How could you, Susan?

Susan fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Mark, I beg you forgive me. I never meant to hurt you.”

Realising it was his own daughter who had orchestrated the whole affair. The betrayal cut Mark deep, and in a fit of rage and heartbreak, he threw Susan out, filing for divorce immediately.

“You’re dead to me, Stacy! I don’t ever want to see your face again!” Mark’s words still rang in Stacy’s ears, a constant reminder of the pain she had caused.

The aftermath of Stacy’s betrayal was devastating, Susan had a mental breakdown, her condition at the hospital remained fragile. During her long hospital visits, Stacy’s mind often wandered to her fiancé, Alan. He had been persistently asking about the reason for her parents’ fallout, but Stacy remained tight-lipped, fearing that revealing the truth would cause him to react in a similar way like her father did. She carried the burden of her secret, knowing that her silence was driving a wedge between them. As the days passed, The doctors, concerned about Susan’s lack of progress, encouraged Stacy to persuade Mark to visit her. They believed that his presence could be pivotal in Susan’s recovery, Stacy continued her efforts in seeking her father’s forgiveness and convincing him to visit Susan.

The door creaked open, and there he was—Mark, her father. His warm blue eyes had been a source of comfort and safety, now piercing Stacy with a cold, hard stare that sent a shiver down her spine. She could see the pain and anger swirling in their depths, a constant reminder of the hurt she had caused. Mark stood there, silent, his tall frame filling the doorway, his presence overwhelming.

“Daddy,” Stacy’s voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes as she fought the damn guilt tearing her apart. “I fucked up, okay? I was a selfish bitch, thinking’ only about myself and not the mess I’d create. I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. I ain’t blaming Mom, cause I dragged her into this shitstorm.” She choked back a sob, feeling like a damn fool. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right, I swear. Just don’t turn your back on

Mom, please. It’s all my fault.”

Mark’s eyes were like daggers, piercing through her soul, and his silence felt like a thousand needles pricking her skin. He stood there, unmoving, his expression colder than a winter’s night. “You come here, begging for forgiveness again and again. You wrecked our family, Stacy! Your recklessness turned your mother into a damn cheater, and now you want me to just forgive and forget? Get the hell off my property bitch and don’t you dare show your face here again!”

Stacy’s knees almost buckled under the weight of her father’s insults. She knew she had fucked up big time, but his rejection cut deeper than any knife. “I ... I was stupid, Daddy. I thought it’d be like in the movies, all steamy and exciting, but I messed up real bad.”

Mark’s anger was a living, breathing thing, his jaw clenching tight enough to crack a tooth. “Exciting? You call fucking another man exciting? That’s called being a goddamn slut, You turned your own mother into a goddamn whore.”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I never wanted you or Mom to be hurt. I just wanna, make it all go away.”

Taking a deliberate step back, Mark’s eyes turned icy. “This ain’t some damn game, Stacy. You and your mother betrayed me, and there’s no take backs. I ain’t sure I can ever forgive y’all.”

Stacy’s voice shook like a leaf in the wind. “Please, Daddy, I can’t stand the thought of losing you. I’ll do whatever, I swear. I’ll spend my whole damn life trying to fix this. Just tell me what ya want from me.”

A cruel smile crept across Mark’s face, his eyes glinting with an unreadable emotion. “Whatever it takes, huh? You sure about that, Stacy? Are you ready to cross any damn line I draw?”

“Please, Dad, I can’t bear the thought of losing you.” Stacy begged, her voice now shaking. “ I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. Just tell me what you want me to do. ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Please, Daddy, don’t let this tear us apart. I need you.”

Stacy’s heart hammered against her ribcage, her breath coming in short gasps. “Y-yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Anything, I’ll do anything.”

Mark stepped aside, his eyes burning with a mix of rage and something darker, as he held the door open. Stacy’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat as she met his intense stare. She could see the anger, but there was something more, a forbidden hunger that made her insides quiver. With a soft click, the door closed behind her, sealing their fate.

“Strip,” Mark growled, his voice like a whip, cutting through the air.

Stacy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Huh? What did you say?”

Mark’s voice cracked with anger, “You heard me, bitch. Get your clothes off, or your mom can kiss my ass for forgiveness.”

Stacy’s body went rigid, her mind racing. This wasn’t the doting father who had kissed her goodnight and bandaged her scraped knees. This was a stranger, driven by anger and a fucked-up desire for revenge.

“No, Daddy, please,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I can’t, I—I’m your daughter for fuck’s sake!”

“Shut the hell up, slut!” Mark’s eyes were spittin’ fire. “Your mom fucked around, and now you’ll pay for it. Get naked, or we’re done here. You wanna see me forgive that cheating bitch, so do what I say.”

“But this, I can’t, please” Stacy’s thoughts flashed to Alan, her fiancé, as she felt a stab of guilt. “I-I can’t do this to Alan, Daddy. I can’t betray him.Daddy, please, I’m begging you anything but this.”

Mark let out a scornful laugh, his voice laced with bitterness. “You’re worried about cheating on your precious Alan, huh? But you didn’t give a damn about your mom cheating on me, did ya? Strip, Stacy, or forget about my forgiveness. Prove that you ain’t a two-faced bitch, just like your mother.”

Stacy’s heart raced, her hands shaking as she grappled with the cruel choice before her. She felt trapped, like a caged bird desperate to spread its wings. Betray Alan, the man she loved, or let her father’s anger consume her mother—the decision tore at her soul. With trembling fingers, she reached for the buttons of her shirt, feeling like a cheap whore, ready to sell her body to satisfy her father’s demands, even if it meant betraying the man she loved.

“Go on, you little slut, show me those tits,” Mark growled, his voice rough as gravel. “Just like your mom, huh? Let’s see how much of a whore you really are. That’s the only way I’m letting this go, you brat.”

Stacy’s breath caught in her throat at his words, a mix of shame and desire coursing through her. Slowly, she let the blouse slip from her shoulders, baring her creamy skin and the lacy bra that struggled to contain her full breasts. She felt vulnerable and exposed, a rush of sensations overwhelming her as she saw the raw lust in her father’s eyes. A soft moan escaped her lips, her nipples hardening under his intense, hungry stare.

“Bra and panties. Now!” Mark’s voice thundered, leaving no room for argument.

Stacy’s hands shook as she reached behind her back, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and forbidden desire. The bra clasp, intricate and delicate, seemed to taunt her with its resistance. Finally, with a determined tug, the lace gave way, and the bra fell, revealing her breasts in all their glory.

Her breasts were full and lush, a testament to her womanhood, adorned with rosy nipples that stood erect, craving attention. The soft curves rose and fell with each breath, an invitation she couldn’t ignore. Her nipples, like ripe fruit, were taut and sensitive, their tips pebbled and flushed a deep pink, as if yearning for the touch they craved.

Standing there, her breasts exposed to her father’s hungry stare, Stacy felt a surge of vulnerability and arousal. Her nipples, now on full display, seemed to beckon, their redness a stark contrast against her pale skin, silently pleading for the touch that would bring unimaginable pleasure. She felt a rush of shame as she stood half-naked before her father, the very man who had once called her his princess and tucked her into bed,

Stacy felt a whole new level of shame as she looked away.

“Look at me, damn it!” Mark’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding. Stacy lifted her gaze, her heart pounding as she slowly slid her panties down her thighs, revealing the most intimate part of her to her father’s hungry eyes. Her pussy, a sacred sanctuary of pleasure, was now bared for his inspection. The plump, glistening lips, a delicate pink hue that deepened at the centre, betrayed her growing arousal. The soft folds of her labia, like petals, moist and inviting, were a hidden garden waiting to be explored. The musky, sweet scent of her desire filled the air, a heady aroma that would drive any man wild.

“Fuck...” Mark whispered, his voice rough with want. He took a step closer, his eyes devouring her naked form.

Stacy’s breath quickened as she stood exposed, her pussy, a delicate flower, now open for her father’s gaze. The hood of her clitoris, a tiny, sensitive bud, peeked from its hood, throbbing with anticipation. The inner walls of her pussy, slick with her juices, glistened, a silken path leading to untold pleasures.

“You’re breathtaking, Stacy,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “A tease, but damn beautiful.” Mark’s eyes feasted on her, taking in every detail of her exposed pussy. The sight of her swollen, glistening folds, the quivering bud of her clit, and the moist, pink entrance to her core would forever be etched in his mind. Stacy felt a rush of heat as she stood there, her body awakening to a new level of desire, a hunger that only her father’s intense stare could ignite.

Stacy’s eyes widened in shock as she realised her father’s gaze was fixed on her exposed pussy. “You have no idea how sexy you are, Stacy, how much I’ve wanted this body of yours,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Stacy’s heart raced, disbelief coursing through her veins. She couldn’t comprehend her father lusting after her body. Shame and anger surged within her, and she tried to cover herself, her arms crossing over her breasts and hands protectively shielding her pussy. “Wh-what are you saying?” she stammered, her voice shaking.

“Don’t play innocent with me,” Mark growled, taking a step closer, his eyes blazing with want. “I’ve seen the way you dress when I’m around. Those tight tops showing off your tits, those skirts riding up your thighs, giving me a perfect view of your sweet pussy. You’ve always been a tease, and you damn well know it. You’ve been asking for this.”

She opened her mouth to protest, to deny his accusations, but her voice failed her. “I-I’ve never...” she whispered, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She had never felt this way about her father, and her dressing style was never meant to invite his lust.

“Don’t lie to me,” Mark snarled, taking another step, the air between them charged with desire. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you bite your lips when you think I’m not watching’. You want this as much as I do, Stacy. Don’t you dare deny it.”

Stacy bit her lip, her body trembling as a storm of emotions raged within her. She wanted to reject the truth, to fight against the forbidden desires stirring inside her, but a part of her yearned to surrender to this hidden temptation. The thought of giving in to her father, of betraying Alan and her own morals, both terrified and excited her.

“I...” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for words that wouldn’t make her sound like a wanton slut. “I ... I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Admit who you are, Stacy,” Mark demanded, his voice low and intense. “Admit you’re a cock-starved slut like your mother, and that you want me. Admit you’ve always wanted your daddy.”

“No,” Stacy whispered, even as her body betrayed her. Her nipples tightened, aching for his touch, and she could feel her pussy growing wet with her own arousal.

Mark’s eyes narrowed, as he grabbed her arm, his touch possessive and rough. “Lying bitch,” he hissed, his hot breath on her face. “Why’s your pussy dripping wet, huh? Why’re your nipples hard as rocks? Your body ain’t lyin’, baby girl.”

“I-I’m just cold,” Stacy stammered, her eyes pleading with him to stop, even as a part of her hoped he wouldn’t.

Mark laughed, his finger trailing down her arm. “Cold?” he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You ain’t cold, Stacy. You’re burning up with lust for your daddy. Admit it.”

A soft moan escaped Stacy’s lips, her body betraying her as she felt the rush of heat between her legs, her nipples hardening into tight peaks, and the wetness pooling between her thighs. It was wrong, forbidden, but the taboo nature of her father’s desire only fueled her own, making her want him even more.

“I should’ve been the one to take your virginity,” Mark whispered, his hands roaming over her naked body, cupping her full breasts, thumbs teasing her erect nipples. Stacy moaned, her body trembling with desire as he continued, “This body should’ve been mine first, not that loser, Alan.”

Stacy’s eyes pleaded, tears welling up as she whispered, “Please, Daddy, don’t say that. I love Alan. I’m sorry I hurt you. Please, Daddy, I—”

Mark cut her off, his voice devoid of any fatherly warmth. “Save your apologies, slut. They’re worthless now. You made your choice, so live with it. But if you want my forgiveness, you’ll earn it. Undress me. You wanted this, now finish what you started, you little cock tease.”

Reluctantly, Stacy moved her trembling hands to her father’s shirt, slowly undoing each button, as if delaying the inevitable would ease her guilt. With every inch of his skin revealed, her breath quickened, her eyes flickering up to meet his. She had seen her father half-naked countless times, but now, the slight brush of his chest hair against her palms sent shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

Mark’s eyes glittered with a dangerous mix of anger and raw desire. “You’d do anything I say, wouldn’t you? Be Daddy’s good girl?”

Stacy paused, her mind flashing to Alan and their secret role-playing fantasies, the forbidden thrill of calling him ‘daddy’ and him calling her ‘ Daddy’s little slut’. Now, her fantasy was taking a dark turn into reality, and the thought of betraying Alan twisted her insides. But she desperately craved her father’s forgiveness, and she understood the price she must pay.

“Yes, Daddy,” Stacy whispered, her voice thick with arousal. “I’m your little slut. If that’s what you want, I’ll be it.”

A cruel smile curved Mark’s lips as he took Stacy’s hand, placing it on the bulge in his pants. “Show me how much you want it, slut,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Prove you’re Daddy’s little cock-hungry slut.”

With trembling fingers, Stacy reached for her father’s pants, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly undid the button and zipper, revealing his straining erection. Shame and arousal battled within her as she realised her naked body had caused her father’s arousal. She felt a surge of power and vulnerability, her body trembling with conflicting emotions.

Mark pulled Stacy towards him without hesitation, and she felt her naked body press against his, the warmth of his skin searing her own. She could feel the tip of his throbbing cock teasing the entrance to her pussy, her body trembling with a mix of lust and fear.

“D-Daddy...” Stacy whispered, her voice a mix of desire and apprehension. “We shouldn’t ... This is wrong...” Even as she spoke, she knew they had crossed lines that couldn’t be uncrossed. But in that moment, with their bodies intimately close, She saw the boundaries between father and daughter slowly blurred.

Mark said nothing, instead crushing his lips against hers, kissing her with a ferocity that stole her breath. It wasn’t a gentle, fatherly kiss; it was like claiming her and branding her as his, and it scared Stacy even as it ignited her.

“Mmm...” Stacy whimpered, taken aback by the force of his kiss. She tried to resist, her hands pushing weakly against his chest, but her resistance was feeble.

“Open your damn mouth, you little tease,” Mark growled, his hand tightening in her hair, pulling her closer. “Let Daddy taste that sweet tongue.”

Stacy’s heart pounded wildly, the wrongness of the situation only fueling her dark desires. With a soft moan, her resistance melted, and she parted her lips, surrendering to him.

Their tongues collided in a wild, passionate dance, igniting a fire in Stacy’s belly. She tasted his passion, his need, and it only intensified her own desire. She pressed her breasts against his chest, her hardened nipples sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Oh, Daddy...” Stacy moaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at his shoulders. The word slipped from her lips before she could stop it, and she felt a rush of shame mixed with arousal. Calling her father “Daddy” in such an intimate moment excited her more than she could have ever imagined.

Mark dominated her with his kiss, his lips crushing hers with a force that left her breathless. Stacy’s body responded eagerly, her pussy throbbing and her juices flowing as she pressed herself closer to her father. The tension and forbidden nature of their encounter intensified every touch, and she teetered on the edge of pleasure, craving more.

“Ohh...” Stacy whimpered, pulling away from the kiss, her eyes hazy with desire. She met her father’s gaze, seeing the same raw need mirrored in his eyes. In that moment, they had crossed a point of no return, their lust consuming them. As they continued their forbidden act, the room filled with moans, gasps, and the wet, erotic sounds of their kisses and touches. Stacy’s body moved instinctively, her hips rocking against her father’s, seeking the release that felt so tantalisingly close.

“You like that, Stacy?” Mark whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against her ear. “You like the feel of Daddy’s cock against your sweet pussy?”

Stacy nodded, unable to speak, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal. Mark’s words were crude, but they only fueled her excitement. She wanted him, needed him, and the taboo nature of their relationship intensified her desire.

With a growl, Mark lowered his head, his lips and tongue trailing down her neck, tasting the sensitive skin. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, as he placed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. “My little slut, all mine.”

Stacy’s breath caught as she felt his teeth gently graze her skin. She wanted to object, to tell him she was more than just a slut, but the words died in her throat as her body betrayed her, craving the pleasure only he could give.

Their bodies moved in sync, each anticipating the other’s desires. Stacy’s hands roamed her father’s back, her nails scratching lightly, demanding more. Mark’s cock twitched against her, a silent plea for what they both yearned for.

“Please...” Stacy whispered, unsure what she begged for, but knowing she needed something only her father could provide.

Mark lifted his head, his eyes dark and hooded with desire.

“Tell me what you want, Stacy,” he demanded, his voice thick and husky. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

Stacy bit her lip, her gaze flickering between her father’s eyes, a mix of desire and uncertainty. She licked her lips, her heart pounding as she gathered the courage to voice her deepest fantasy. “I want...” she began, her voice hoarse and full of need. “I want you, Daddy. I want you to touch me, make me feel good.”

Mark’s eyes darkened with a mix of lust and possessiveness. “Is that all, baby girl?” he growled, his voice laced with authority. “You want more than that, I know it. Tell Daddy what you truly want.”

Stacy took a shaky breath, her cheeks burning with shame and arousal. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, fuck your little slut. Make me yours.”

“You’d do anything to please Daddy, even if it means betraying your fiancé?” Stacy bit her lip, her heart aching at the thought of Alan, the man she loved and was supposed to marry.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. “I’ll do whatever it takes for your forgiveness. Alan doesn’t matter anymore. I’m yours, body and soul. Take me, punish me, do whatever you want.”

“You’re mine, Stacy,” Mark growled, his voice hoarse with need. “All mine. And I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never forget it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes pleading. “Fuck me. Make me yours.” Stacy’s breath caught as she felt her father’s hard cock pressing against her entrance. She knew what was coming, and her body trembled with anticipation and desire.

A cruel smile curved Mark’s lips as he pulled away. “Not so fast, you dirty girl,” he said, his voice laced with command. “Get your ass over to the couch and spread those pretty legs. I want to taste that tight pussy, make it drip for me before I fuck you with my cock.”

Stacy’s eyes widened at her father’s crude words, but her body responded instantly, her pussy throbbing at the thought of his mouth on her most intimate place. She wanted to resist, to deny his demands, but her body betrayed her, craving the pleasure he promised. Stacy obediently positioned herself on the couch, her legs trembling as she parted them, exposing her pussy to her father’s hungry gaze. She felt a rush of humiliation mixed with arousal as Mark knelt before her, his face moving towards her bare, glistening folds. Her cheeks flamed, and she bit her lip, feeling her father’s hot breath on her pussy, knowing he took pleasure in her embarrassment.

“You’re so fucking wet for your daddy, imagining all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you,” Mark smirked, his eyes glittering with desire. Before Stacy could respond, Mark lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit, sending her hips bucking off the couch. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with pleasure.

“You’re so fucking wet for your daddy, imagining all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you,” Mark smirked, his eyes glittering with desire. Before Stacy could respond, Mark lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit, sending her hips bucking off the couch. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with pleasure.

“Oh God, Daddy!” Stacy cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him closer.

Mark sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, nibbling and teasing it with his teeth, pushing Stacy to the edge. Her hips bucked wildly against his face, her pussy clenching around his fingers as an orgasm built within her.

“Please, Daddy, please!” she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. “I’m so close. Make me cum, Daddy. Don’t stop!”

Just as Stacy was about to climax, Mark pulled away, a cruel glint in his eye. Stacy whimpered, her body trembling with need, craving the release he had denied her.

Mark licked his lips, his eyes dark with desire and power. “Not yet, slut. You haven’t earned it.”

Stacy’s breath came in ragged gasps as she looked up at her father, her body throbbing with unfulfilled lust. “Please, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes pleading. “Don’t tease me like this. Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Stacy felt a flush of embarrassment at her eagerness, at how much she’d enjoyed the pleasure he’d given her. But she knew this was his way of exerting control, punishing her for her betrayal, and her need for forgiveness was overwhelming.

A dark smile played on Mark’s lips as he saw her surrender. His hand reached out, gently but firmly grasping her chin, tilting her face up to meet his intense gaze. “All this is mine?” he asked, his thumb stroking her soft skin. “You’d betray Alan? Give yourself to me, body and soul?”

Stacy bit her lip, feeling the weight of her betrayal. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. “I’m yours, body and soul. Take me, punish me, do whatever you want.”