Dark Fetishes Vol. 1 (DARK EROTICA)

“Just don't tell your mother about this.” Daddy said playfully.

I giggled at the command, allowing the sentence to fill me with joy over my new secret. It was the ultimate sin and the most thrilling pleasure available, especially for such a naughty girl such as myself who was always chasing a high. This would be my new scene. I wouldn't have to attend weird parties seeking the pleasure that never stayed with me long enough to satisfy. The high I had achieved in that room was beyond the excellence any drunkenness could provide. It couldn't possibly compare. I didn't need to smoke or drink or pop strange pills. I didn't have to elicit favors from strangers anymore. My Daddy is my drug now. I don't need anything else.

Chapter Four

I thought seeing Daddy at home would be incredibly awkward, but it was rather comforting. After a long, hot shower and a sandwich, he poked his head into my room to check on me.

“Anna,” he said softly from the doorway. “May I come in?”

I nodded, hypnotized by the way his body confidently glided across the room and sat next to me on my bed. He placed his hand on mine that was gripping a brush so tightly it was causing my knuckles to turn white.

“I implore you to keep this a secret between us,” Daddy said while massaging my tense fingers. “Because I don't want anyone getting hurt.”

While he spoke, I studied the outline of his profile against the light of my lamp, noticing the finer details of his face now that we were in a brighter room. He was so handsome that he left me speechless. I became lost in the angular curve of his jaw and his thin lips that were moving slower by the minute. Before I knew it, I was leaning across the sheets to devour his mouth with my tongue, hoping maybe we could just romp around on the bed before my mother came home from work.

Daddy chuckled and embraced me.

“You are sweet, little one, but you have a lot to learn. I need you to pay attention,” he said playfully. “We must be discreet, but I'll take you with me every week to The Marble if you want to go. We can't risk doing anything in the house.”

I nodded in agreement, but stopped when I had a thought.

“Does this mean I'm no longer grounded?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

Daddy raised a stern eyebrow in my direction, looking me over with tempted curiosity.

“I think we can settle that punishment tomorrow night,” he replied with a smirk and firmly grabbed a portion of my bottom in one hand. “I'll make sure you remember it, too.”

Elated, I groaned into his shoulder and inhaled the scent of his cologne that was still stuck to him even after his shower. I just wanted him to ravish me right here, but I knew better than to beg. He had shown me how he could torture and tease. My punishment for being bratty would definitely be heavy-handed and well-received, but I knew pushing him to play here might cause him to deny me pleasure altogether. I didn't want to risk that.

Daddy left me to continue painting after bidding me goodnight. I kissed his cheek when commanded and sat back on the bed, blissful emotions coursing through my body at the sight of his muscular back leaving my room. Suddenly, I felt empty. I frowned at the canvas in front of me that was sparkling with explosive color. It wouldn't be long until we played again, so I wasn't sure why I was so upset. Tonight had provided an intense pleasure that would last me for a couple of days, I was sure of that. Even if it didn't, I could always make a phone call. Was I allowed to do that?

When I had risen from the bed to go ask Daddy about seeing other people, I heard the front door open and my mother enter the house. I went out to the living room to greet her. She was surprised to see me awake, especially to welcome her home. I was feeling somewhat generous with my feelings and went to hug her.

“What did I do? Have I died?” she jested.

“No, I just want to apologize for the way I've been acting lately,” I responded. “I know it's been rough for you, too.”

My mother's usual stern face suddenly went soft and she nodded, a smile cutting across her lips as she thanked me for the apology. She hugged me again and then went off to the room to change, likely ready to collapse after being on her feet at the hospital all night. It was very early in the morning and I needed to sleep as well. I wasn't even sure what had prompted me to apologize to my mother, especially after I had been so angry with her, but the whipping from earlier seemed to release those negative emotions I had been harboring for the past six months. Maybe this stuff would be my therapy and my redemption from the emotional turmoil I frequently felt. Maybe it could be something more than just pain.

The next day, I woke up relatively early in the afternoon and ended up helping my folks clean around the house. It was certainly a change of my usual pace as I never liked getting my hands dirty with chemicals or dust. It impressed Daddy to see my improved attitude and he patted my bottom when my mother left the room which caused me to squeak. I turned to scold him about flirting with me in the house, but he silenced me with a heavy kiss that knocked me backwards into the wall. Shocked, I wiped my mouth and ran off to the bathroom to have some privacy.

I couldn't possibly

handle him teasing me in this space, especially when he had expressly forbidden us from doing anything at home. He was being mean. I liked it. When I had fully composed myself, I came back out and helped my parents with the rest of the chores before settling in for dinner. After eating, I retreated back to my room for more painting while my mother got ready for another night shift. I waited in hot anticipation after hearing the front door close, hoping Daddy would coax me out of my room and accompany him again to that wonderful building where my fantasies awaited.

When I was done painting, I put my supplies away and went to wash up. Daddy met me in the hall with a gift bag in his hand that was covered in pink bows. I excused myself to wash my hands first because I didn't want to stain the pretty bag, and Daddy followed me into the bathroom. He seemed so eager to show me that he didn't wait for me to turn, but pulled the present out of the wrapping before I was finished washing. It was the most beautiful purple collar with a little bell and charm attached that said his name. I couldn't help turning without drying my hands and wrapping my arms around him in a fit of joy.

“Oh, I love it!” I yelled as he started wrapping it around my neck. “Do I get to wear it out?”

“Yes,” he responded. “That way everyone knows you belong to me.”

I admired the collar in the mirror while wiping my hands on a towel. It made me happy to belong to him, to be his toy. I looked forward to all the ways he was going to use me tonight and in the future.

“I have a question: am I allowed to play with other people?” I asked, suddenly remembering my curiosity from last night.

Daddy stopped for a moment, considering the question with some serious thought. I didn't exactly expect him to share, but Charlotte was so appealing to me that I wanted to make sure I wasn't crossing any barriers before coming on to her.

“Who has your interest?” Daddy asked, rubbing my shoulders gently.