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Taken by Daddy - Book 1 (Available at Smashwords)

The screen door of her home’s entry creaked as it opened, then she heard it slam shut. Looking up, she saw her father had stepped out onto the sagging porch. Cassie blew out a sigh. She’d come outside to get away from him. 

Like most days, he’d been sitting on the couch, drinking beer after beer out of cheap cans while he stared at the blaring TV and complained about his lot in life if she was unfortunate enough to have to step out of her room. If the TV would have been the only thing he was staring at, Cassie would have been all right. The rest, she could tolerate.

But for a few years now, he’d also been staring at her, and there was no mistaking the lustful gleam in his eyes for something even remotely fatherly. No, Bob wasn’t just decidedly unambitious, he was also a creep. Cassie was well-aware of her feminine assets, and she worked hard to look as good and hot as she could. 

Her legs were long and toned, her stomach flat, her ass and tits firm and round, and she saw to it that they stayed that way. She kept her blond hair smooth and long and shiny, her pretty face enhanced with subtle makeup. She always dressed for sex appeal, just short of slutty, to display what she had to offer in a way that drew men’s attention, yet retained a hint of class, casualness, and innocence. She’d found that was the combination that worked the best. Sadly, it also seemed to work on her father.

Eeeww, she thought when she noticed his eyes roaming over her body from his perch up on the porch. His predatory smirk made her skin crawl. True, he was a man, but he was her father. What man lusted after his own daughter? That was just sick. And while she’d sucked and fucked her share of unattractive men—Jimmy, her current boyfriend, included—unlike her mother, she’d never be desperate enough to touch Bob. 

Heck, even if he was attractive, it so wouldn’t be happening. She’d heard rumors of it, so it obviously worked for some families, especially out in the country, like where she lived. Still, her father would just have to deal with the fact that it wasn’t going to work in this family. Over her dead body. He would simply have to stick to beating his meat to the porn he was so fond of watching when her mother wasn’t around or sleeping.

Noting him coming down the porch steps, Cassie decided now would be a good time to discard that pile of weeds and spent blooms. Arms loaded, she made a beeline for the back of the property to her little compost pile. With any luck, her father was headed toward his shed to work on some project a neighbor had dropped off. She also hoped it would keep him occupied for a few hours. 

Just to be sure, she spent a few minutes turning the compost pile. That should give him time to waddle his way to his workshop. Finished, she decided to head to the back of the house to fill a bucket of water, since the pile was getting a bit too dry. Surely, her father was either in the shed or back in the house by now.

She should have known better, she thought when her father rounded the corner right behind her. Luck wasn’t her friend. Ignoring him, she kept her back turned to him, placed the bucket under the spigot, turned on the water. Maybe if she kept staring at the wall of the house, he’d catch a hint. 

His tall, bulky frame loomed over her when he stepped up behind her. Close. Way too close. Cassie tried to sidestep, but his arm shot out to block her. A moment later, both of his huge hands were planted firmly against the side of the house, effectively blocking her in. And he stepped a little closer yet.

The heat of his body seemed to burn into her back. Still, the trickle of sweat than ran down her spine felt cold as ice. Swallowing, she took in his corded lower arms, covered in smooth, dark hair. They looked menacing, braced for whatever was about to come, and immensely strong. With her father so close, Cassie became exceedingly aware of his large size. 

Even slightly bent, he towered over her. The top of her head barely reached to the bottom of his neck. His shoulders, his torso, his legs were nearly twice as wide as hers. For once, she cursed the fact that she’d inherited her mother’s slight built. Weird, how she had never truly noticed just how big he really was, she thought. Then again, she’d never had to worry about his physical power or strength. He’d been a lousy father, true, but never an abusive one.

The scent of beer drifted to her nostrils when he brought his face to her neck, took a long sniff. “That’s some fancy perfume you’re wearing, girl. I wonder how you’re getting the money for that.”

“It’s an eight-dollar drug store special. And I work.” Unlike you, Cassie wanted to add, but she refrained. She didn’t think it the wisest idea to piss him off under the circumstances. As it was, she was still hoping he was just drunk and bored, and she’d be able to wiggle her way out of this situation. She certainly hoped he wasn’t planning on doing what she suspected he might have in mind. Just the idea made her shudder.

Her father’s hand came up to run through her hair. Cassie tried to pull away, but he closed his grip, yanked back her head. “You seem to be making a lot of money with that job of yours. That’s some fine hair you got, and nicely styled. Pretty make-up on your face.” His thumb bushed down her cheek, sent another shudder through her. “Your mother keeps telling me that stuff takes money. She works, and she’s walking around looking like hag.”

“What do you want, Bob?” Cassie snapped. She’d never considered this man anything more than a sperm donor, so she never referred to him as dad.

His breath feathered over her neck when he let out a cold chuckle. “I want the same thing you’re handing out to every other man in town. I want what you’re doing to afford pretty things like this.”

“I told you, I work. You should try it sometime.” The smart remark came out before Cassie could stop it. “The bucket’s overflowing,” she tried to distract. She had hoped he would let go of her, but once again she was proven that luck wasn’t her friend. Never releasing his grip on her hair, he reached down, turned the spigot off.

“Ain’t no cashier’s job allowing you to afford all of that. Nor all those pretty clothes.”

Uselessly, she squirmed when his hand slid under her top, began to push it up. Her mind recoiled at the feel of his calloused palm travelling up her side. To her shock, it seemed her body had not received the memo that this man was her father. Her tits tingled with anticipation of being touched, and she could feel her nipples tightening. Her clit and pussy began to buzz. Cassie cursed under her breath. Her body’s quick and easy response usually came in handy. Today, she wished she was as unresponsive as a shriveled-up prune.

Her father’s hand reached her breast, wrapped around it, squeezed. “Those are some damn nice tits you got, girl. Can’t say I blame you for putting them to good use. And don’t tell me you ain’t. Them clothes you wear make it perfectly clear how you earn all those pretty things you’re buying. Only women who want to attract a man’s attention display their goods the way you do.”

Cassie tried to shake him off. His fingers dug in harder, mauling the sensitive flesh of her tit. She sucked in a breath. “I’m wearing sweatpants,” she ground out.

Her father let out a short, contemptuous laugh. “Yeah. You and your mother have a habit of getting lazy around the house. You keep forgetting that the man of the house is the first man a woman needs to please.”

“Take it up with Luann. I’m you daughter.” Maybe that would get through to his alcohol-hazed brain.  

“You’re a woman living under my roof. A nineteen-year-old woman ripe for the taking. Hell,” he added as his fingers found her nipple, pinched, “you’ve been taken more times than I can count. By every man in town. It’s time that I got mine.”

“You’re my father, you sicko.” Cassie didn’t think she’d have any more luck with that approach this time, but it was worth a try. Another attempt to squirm away had him pinching her nipple hard enough to make her bite back a scream.

“I’m a man.” As if to prove the point, he ground his groin into her lower back. “And I know you’re on birth control, I paid for it long enough. It’s not like you’ll be bearing my children.”

Momentarily distracted by the hard bulge pressing against her lower back, Cassie wondered if she hadn’t just figured out what her mother saw in him. Or why she’d stayed all these years. The man was extremely well-endowed. Hell, he was huge. 

The buzzing in her pussy increased, and she almost, almost pushed back against him. Then she snapped out of it. He was her father. Yikes. Not like that seemed to matter to him one bit. Or to her body. Even her brain was beginning to side with him, lamenting what a shame it was for such a cock to be wasted on such a no-good man.

It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. “Luann should be back any moment.” Maybe the mention of her mother would cause them both to simmer down, she mused.

“She just called. She’s working a double shift.”

Luck wasn’t just not her friend, it had declared outright war on her, Cassie decided. She kept squirming and wiggling, trying to get away as her father yanked her shirt up over her tits, her bra down. She could practically feel him drooling all over her shoulders as he took in the sight of her naked tits, continued to maul them. It was disgusting. All of this was disgusting she told herself repeatedly when she noted her arousal was slowly heightening. 

Still, she experienced a moment of panic when her father yanked her sweatpants down her hips. That it had taken having her naked ass on display before her sense of decency kicked into full gear was remarkably insane, she thought. She clawed at his arm, but the hand around her tit dug in until she had to bite back another scream. His other hand came down, gave her bare ass cheek a hard, sharp smack.

“Don’t make me hurt you, girl. I’ve been entirely too lenient with discipline over the years. That ends now.”

Gulping, Cassie froze. She had no doubt that her father was beyond the point of reasoning. The sound of him lowering the zipper of his jeans seemed extraordinarily loud. Heart thundering in her chest, she debated her options. He would most certainly give her a good thrashing if she kept struggling and fighting him. And, in the end, he’d fuck her anyway. Her best option was to grind her teeth and let him get it over with. With any luck, he’d be finished in a few minutes.

A dry laugh bubbled from her lips. Hadn’t she just decided that luck had declared war on her? Still, in her experience, most men didn’t last very long, and she was well-versed in getting fucked by unattractive men. She’d survive this, even if he was her father, the disgusting creep. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment, blew it out. And braced herself.