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  Daddy Demands, Volume 4:

  Taboo Brats Submission Bundle

  By Abby Kace

  Daddy Demands Volume 4: Taboo Brats Submission Bundle is a work of fiction intended for adult readers only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Abby Kace

  Second Edition

  Eight stories of first times, forced submission, and innocence claimed.

  Men of the House and stepbrothers who give in to temptation. Untouched Little Brats who crave a rough hand.

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  Contents

  Daddy Takes Charge

  Daddy Punishes His Little Tease

  Daddy’s Red Room

  Biker Daddy

  Daddy’s Dirty Needs

  Daddy and the Step: Sharing Their Princess

  Daddy’s Naughty Kitten

  Daddy Plus Two

  Also by Abby Kace

  About the Author

  Daddy Takes Charge

  My stepdad gives me a heated glare while Aunt Janice checks her phone. Daddy doesn’t approve of the pink tube dress I wore to dinner. It fits my figure like a glove, barely covers my butt, and leaves way too much skin just about everywhere. Daddy must think I wore it to tease him.

  He’s right.

  I stick my tongue out at him.

  Aunt Janice is totally oblivious.

  Daddy glares across the table at me.

  I bet he’s hard, thinking about putting his thing in my pussy, not that he’d ever go that far.

  Daddy knows it’s wrong.

  We’ve been experimenting, so I’m not exactly shy about sex stuff, though we haven’t done it. I’m still a virgin at eighteen, which kinda blows since my friends brag every day about the hot boys they’re tearing the sheets with, but I’m in no hurry to lose my V-card.

  Daddy and I agreed on no penetration. He’d slide his penis between my thighs or rub my clit until I cum. He’d put his tongue there, and I like that the best.

  I also like playing with Daddy’s hard cock, the way it throbs under my fingers when I stroke him, the steady pulse in his big vein as I swirl my tongue over the tip.

  If Aunt Janice weren’t around, Daddy and I would’ve done more.

  She moved in with us because she lost her job, and I totally felt for her at first—but that was like five years ago. Even after she found a better job, she wouldn’t leave because this house is so close to her favorite mall.

  Ugh, like who even goes to malls anymore? But Daddy doesn’t have the heart to kick her out, so we’re stuck with Janice. At least she doesn’t know about Daddy and me.

  My daddy is a handsome man. Women give him second glances whenever he walks past, but with his career so busy, Daddy never had the time to date.

  One week after my eighteenth birthday, on a Sunday evening, I walked in on him masturbating in the study, and his eyes darkened when he saw me standing in the doorway holding my mouth.

  My eyes fixed on the huge erection in his fist.

  We couldn’t even pretend I didn’t see what I saw.

  And I didn’t leave. My hand fell away slowly, heat rising in my belly when Daddy started stroking himself again. The silence lasted a few minutes before he said, “Come here.”

  I padded over with my nipples peaking under my cami, and Daddy pulled down my PJ shorts. Stroking the thick cock in his hand, he kneeled to taste me while I tried to stay quiet. Janice was in the living room within earshot.

  “What a sweet little pussy,” Daddy growled.

  I bit my lip as Daddy dragged his tongue up and down my smooth folds that had flushed bright pink. I knew Daddy was trying to make me cum. He sucked on my clit until the tugging in my belly snapped and my folds fluttered around Daddy’s mouth. I made a mess, but Daddy licked me clean.

  He stood tall to kiss my forehead. “You like that, Princess?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  And that’s when I kneeled at his feet, looked up from under my lashes, and waited.

  Daddy’s big cock hovered an inch from my mouth. He held my head, guiding me onto his thickness, and I felt his tip rub the back of my throat. I used my hands to stroke him while Daddy tugged on my hair.

  It didn’t take long before tremors shot up his shaft and his cum coated my mouth. That was the first time I tasted Daddy’s cum.

  Aunt Janice never found out, even though she’s super nosy, except when she’s on her phone like tonight. Even at dinner she won’t put her phone away, which is fine by me.

  I bat my lashes in Daddy’s direction.

  He snarls back.

  I twirl a finger in my long hair, pushing my fork through the lumpy mashed potatoes I’ve barely touched. I flash a cute smile for Daddy.

  Janice looks up suddenly. I freeze, but to my relief she only frowns at how I poke my food. “Eat your dinner, sweetheart.”

  I roll my eyes. Over the past year she’s been bossing me around more, pretending she’s my mother or something. “I’m not hungry,” I mutter.

  “You’ll miss my cooking when you get to college.”

  I doubt that. Her cooking is throwing spice packets on whatever looks fresh in the fridge. I like Daddy’s cooking much better. “Told you, Aunt Janice. I’m not hungry.”

  She raises a brow. “Is anything wrong?”

  “Nope.”

  Janice shrugs before she looks at Daddy. “Rob, those boots I wanted are half off at the mall. I gotta make a quick run. Can you clear the table? And don’t let her stay up late.” Aunt Janice flicks her eyes to me. “That means you, young lady.”

  “Whatever.”

  She dabs her lips with a napkin. “Honestly, Ellen. Your attitude lately needs adjustment.”

  Daddy gives me a sour face as she gets up to leave, and he follows her out. I hear them talk in whispers at the front door. After a while he comes back and stares at me like I did something wrong.

  I pout. “What?”

  “She only wants the best for you,” Daddy says.

  “Oh please.”

  “I mean it, Elle.”

  Only Daddy ever calls me Elle, and only when he wants me in a dirty way. It’s like a secret code between us.

  “Janice doesn’t even care about me,” I say, pushing out of my chair. I hitch up the skirt of my dress even higher. “Why’s she still living here, Daddy? All she does is tell me what to do.”

  He sees my panties and bare thighs, and his eyes darken. I shake out my hair, tilting my hips in a sexy bend.

  “Don’t talk that way about your aunt,” Daddy growls, although I’m pretty sure he’s not growling at my manners.

  “Why?”

  He walks over, pulling out his cock without taking his eyes off me. “She’s family. It’s not appropriate.”

  “And this is?” I give Daddy a single stroke. It always makes me shudder how hard he feels under the soft skin of his erection.

  “Help me clean the table,” Daddy says through his teeth.

  We hurry back and forth between the dining room and kitchen, loading up the dishwasher, putting leftovers in containers.

  Daddy’s huge cock bounces with every step. Veins swell along his shaft, and the massive head is flushed red. He lets it all out when we’re alone together.

  His eyes linger on my butt and the flare of my hips. I keep my skirt hitched around my waist, my tiny panties the only thing between my intimates and Daddy’s hot glare.

  We pass each other in silence, stopping a few times to come together. He’d put his hands on my waist as we kiss, or he’d squeeze my breasts through the thin dress, rubbing his hard cock between my thighs.

  After I put the last dish in the washer, Daddy bumps me from behind. He tugs up the back of my panties, wedging the fabric into the cleft of my ass. Daddy squeezes my round cheeks one by one before smacking them.

  “My little girl’s filling out nicely.”

  I feel that thick male thing sliding up my back, his muscled arms banding around my waist as hot breaths tease my neck.

  “You’re so dirty, Daddy.”

  “You have no idea how filthy I am, Princess. The things I want to do with your little cunt.”

  I suck in a breath. Once Daddy gets turned on there’s no telling what he might say, what he might do. “Daddy that’s a bad word!”

  “Not when it’s your cunt. Then it’s a good fucking word.”

  He’s teasing me, I know. Revenge for all the teasing I did at dinner.

  “Janice is moving out in October,” Daddy says as he sniffs my hair.

  How does that help? “I’ll be in school by then!”

  Daddy palms my breasts, grinding against my bottom. “And it’s a good thing she’s not leaving earlier. If it were just the two of us in this house, I’d be very tempted to sneak my cock into your little pussy every day. I’d be very tempted to pop your cherry.” Daddy nuzzles my neck and his voice deepens, the animal in him taking over. “You’re my spoiled angel with a virgin fuck hole Daddy should never touch.”

  I moan at his words, at his touch.

  Daddy bites the tip of my ear. “But I like spoiling you, my kitten.”

  “I’m not spoiled,” I murmur.

  Kisses pepper downy my neck as Daddy’s manhood slides up between my legs. My thighs squeeze him while the heat in that thick shaft
seeps through my panties. Moaning, I roll my hips back.

  Daddy rubs himself against my folds through the soaked fabric, and he pulls harder on the panties splitting my cheeks. “I will miss you at college,” he says. “I will miss having this plump little ass at my beck and call.”

  “Daddy,” I whimper, trembling from the feel of fabric sawing against my anus, wedging between my folds.

  “But it’s good you’re leaving the nest,” he adds.

  Those words dampen my mood a bit, but I know Daddy only wants the best for me. What we’re doing is just so wrong.

  A tiny voice in my head says I should stop teasing Daddy. I should find a cute boy and maybe get married one day like a normal girl.

  But I haven’t met a single boy who’s caught my eye like the man who raised me. Every man in the world is a pale imitation of the sturdy body pressed against my rear.

  Daddy’s cock heats up between my thighs with friction, and my panties are drenched. “I’ll miss you a lot, baby girl. But it’s for the best.”

  He keeps saying that.

  I reach down to rub my swollen clit, even as I frown. “You really want me to leave?”

  “We can’t go on like this, Princess. That’s all I meant. You’re too tempting.” Daddy strokes my hair. “My dick leaks just watching you walk around the house. It’s only a matter of time before I lose control …”

  My body shudders at his words, the desire in me growing with every heartbeat. “I want you to lose control,” I whisper.

  “I don’t. I’m your daddy. It’s my job to protect you from everyone and everything, even myself.”

  My pussy clenches while Daddy grinds his cock between my thighs, and his hand reaches around my belly. He replaces my hand with his, finding my stiff clit through the damp fabric of my panties and pinching me between two fingers. A sharp gasp leaves my throat.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” Daddy says.

  Lifting my body like a feather, he carries me into my room and sets me gently on the bed. Even though Janice is out, Daddy shuts the door and locks it, a habit he formed after our first night.

  He pulls up my skirt, yanks down the top of my dress, and rips away my bra. He takes his time sliding my panties off, sniffing over the dampness at the front.

  My heart pounds at his controlled lust, at the sight of his tip leaking cum onto my sheets.

  Daddy tosses the panties away, glaring at my small body as he strokes himself.

  I slide a finger to my opening and rub my clit slowly.

  Daddy bends over with one hand on my thigh, and the fist around his cock moves faster. “Show me more,” he demands.

  I part my sticky pussy.

  When he sees my pink membranes that glisten, Daddy knots his throat and a strand of cum drips from his tip. “Goddammit, Elle.”

  I smile nervously. Daddy’s so much stronger than me. If he really tries to take my virginity, I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to, and the thought of Daddy losing control like that makes my toes curl.

  But there’s that tiny voice in my head again, warning me. How can I give him my virginity?

  Clenching his jaw, Daddy lowers his erection to my pussy.

  “Don’t put it in me!” I say at the last second.

  “I won’t,” he growls. Daddy glares at the dew coating my thin folds, his breathing more and more ragged. “I won’t dirty this precious treasure.”

  My hips buck up against his cock. I’m still holding myself open to his heated gaze, shivering every time his breath puffs on my slit.

  “Do you want my mouth there, Daddy?” I nod at the enormous thing between his legs.

  “No. I want to watch your little cunt. And …” He trails off, one hand gliding along my thigh and under my bottom. “Up,” he commands.

  I lift my hips with a moan.

  His finger slides between my ass cheeks to wiggle into my puckered anus. “What’s back here, Princess? Have you been hiding another naughty little hole from Daddy?”

  A dizzying jolt shoots up my spine.

  He’s never put something inside me before, and it goes against our unspoken rules, but the feeling of penetration, even if it’s only his finger, makes my insides flutter.

  I nearly cum and struggle to bite back the tingles in my belly. I want to savor it longer and let Daddy show me new pleasures.

  “You like that?” he asks.

  “It’s good,” I whisper, my hips shaking.

  Daddy’s finger digs deeper as he suckles my nipples. Then he leans back. “Turn over, baby.”

  I hesitate, staring at his hard cock radiating heat.

  “I won’t put my dick in. I promise.”

  “Okay.”

  When I’m on my stomach, Daddy pries my legs apart. He smooshes my cheeks together then pulls them open, and I feel his tongue slide up between my pussy and asshole.

  “Daddy!”

  “You taste so sweet, baby girl.”

  His tongue flickers over that sensitive rim, making my eyelids flutter.

  “It feels good, Daddy.”

  “That’s my little slut.”

  I gasp. He’s never called me that word before, and I want to correct him. It’s hardly proper to call his little girl a slut, even if I let him touch my body, but I’m so caught up in the sensation of Daddy’s tongue that the only sound I make is another moan.

  His finger returns to my asshole, popping through my ring and plunging to the knuckle. I let out a squeal and squeeze my buttocks around his hand.

  A car pulls into the drive below my window. Aunt Janice is back.

  “Crap,” I groan.

  The clock on the nightstand reads 11:30. Daddy’s been playing with me for three hours.

  He hears her too.

  “You want to cum, little girl?”

  I nod.

  “I’m putting a finger in your pussy,” Daddy says. “It’ll make you cum faster.”

  My body pulses. “O-Only one?”

  “Only one, baby.”

  “Okay.”

  He turns me on my back, and I brace myself.

  As Daddy’s thumb circles my clit, his index finger slides into me, and my legs shoot apart at the sensation of his touch. That finger curls against my front wall, rubbing over the sweet spot there.

  Daddy strokes his cock faster while massaging my insides, and I watch in a hot daze at the beads of cum dripping out of his tip.

  With his index finger in my pussy and his thumb on my clit, Daddy pinches me to wrench another gasp from my throat. “Come on, Princess. Cum for Daddy.”

  He glares at me, expectant, and he keeps pinching.

  I squeeze my own breasts and touch my swollen nipples, bucking my hips against Daddy’s hand.

  “Cum for me,” he hisses.

  “I’m cumming, Daddy!” My walls constrict sharply, dizzying waves crashing through my body.

  Daddy brings up his hand and licks his fingers. “Good girl.”

  His thing is still hard.

  “Daddy?”

  “Roll over. Quick.”

  I get on my stomach again, savoring the heat rushing through me. I’ve never cum so hard, and my toes and fingertips are still buzzing.

  Daddy’s cock head nudges between my buttocks, but no deeper. “Squeeze me, Elle.”

  I obey, clenching my cheeks around his tip. “What are you doing?”

  “Daddy’s gonna cum on your little asshole.”

  I look over my shoulder to see him stroking his stalk, the head twitching between my cheeks. I give him another squeeze as I wiggle my butt, and Daddy closes his eyes with a rough grunt.

  He cums. It feels like hot goo, but I know it’s Daddy’s cum, so thick and so much, spurting right onto my anus and seeping down my cleft.

  Daddy breathes slowly. “Thank you, baby.”

  I clench and unclench my ass, letting his cum melt over my girl parts. I turn on my back, still flushed, and watch while Daddy dresses, his cock not quite soft, but we’re out of time.

  “Robert? Where are you?” Aunt Janice’s shrill voice calls from downstairs.

  Daddy belts on his pants and we share a kiss. He gives my soaked pussy a parting rub. “Sleep tight, Princess.”

  “Goodnight, Daddy.”

  He shuts the door quietly.

  I turn off my lamp. Daddy’s cum is still warm between my thighs, and I reach down to smear it over my skin. In the darkness I feel my heart beating. Still roused, I taste my fingers. Daddy is delicious.