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a sob escapes around alec's cock at his words. graham's eyes are a reflection of her father's as their gazes meet. the continuous spasms of the tiny blonde's throat force tears from those pretty baby blues, making her cheeks as wet as her mouth, bare chest, and thighs as she kneels in front of him. she knows she's bad for the mess and she'll pay for it later, feeling it making her sob harder. maybe she'll have to lick it up too. only the fact that he doesn't stop tells her that he isn't too upset with her about it. the thought makes her heart ache. she'd do anything to please her daddy. his next words make her whine loudly, unable to nod much within his hold yet desperate to tell him yes. that she loves the taste of his cock. that she worships his cock, dreams of it, that it consumes her every waking thought. her head is getting fuzzy from the lack of air and though she doesn't want to pull off in fear of disappointing him, she's fueled by her survival instincts at this point. small hand taps his thigh rapidly, signaling the way he's taught her. his refusal makes her frantic, chest heaving in her panic as her bleary eyes plead with him, quieted from her soft crying as she slides both arms behind her back obediently after a moment.

‘                 oh baby.  look at you swallowin' that big cock                 ’                he groans with a grin, crystal blue eyes staring down at her.  the pink lace firmly wrapped around her throat gives her no choice but to open her mouth and take the brutal thrusts, drool slipping down his heavy balls and thighs.  making the kind of mess that'll get her a spanking once he's done with her but alec can't think about that now.  not when her warm throat is squeezing him so fucking good.                 ‘                 you love the taste of d.addy's cock, don’t you?  you're a whore for this shit                 ’            the words are panted, right before his palm pulls her onto his cock until her nose meets his pubes, lodging the thick shaft down her slick throat.  muscles tense around him, j.erking him off as he sees her face turn bright red from the lack of air. making him smile, even though she keeps tapping on his thigh to get him to stop.                 ‘                 arms behind your fucking back. don't make me say it again                 ’

open to.  all

plot.  based on this except it's the actual safe word and this gif

possible kinks. married man,  forced or/gasms, ignoring safe words, dub/con, age gap, t/aboo, step/daughter, step/niece, step/sister.  he’s lowkey obsessed with your muse

it's too easy for alec to persuade graham. his words soothe her, taking away her worries like they're nothing. it's only natural. he's her father. her trust lies in his hands. if he believes that she can take whatever he gives her, she believes it too. she's more than his daughter. she's his girl, the perfect whore he's shaped her into. his reaction tells her that he's enjoying himself, and that's more than a relief to her. worship gleams in her teary baby blues. she's still afraid, but she trusts him. her thighs squeeze together. no one makes her wet like dad does. when it comes to him, she's in a constant state of arousal. there's something about him. maybe that was why it had been so easy for him to corrupt her. those eyes stay trained on alec's face as instructed, not daring to look away. god, she loves him. more than anyone in the world. and it's so sick that she's reminded of it as he's denying her air and mercy like she's nothing more than a toy. graham's face presses into his musk, whining a little when he tells her she looks like a whore. she's only a whore for him. the relief of oxygen at last makes the girl gasp for it, but she doesn't want it if that means she isn't pleasing him. she presses kisses to his balls, and her words are muffled when she speaks. "no! no, dad was perfect. just i couldn't breathe and i got scared." it's only half of the reason but maybe if graham doesn't mention the mess, he'll be easier on her about it. "i was signaling and you didn't stop. i thought i was doing it the way you showed me. i'm sorry, daddy. i didn't mean to do it wrong." a desperate sob escapes plush lips, fresh tears spilling from the corners of closed eyes.

there was a time when the scared look in her baby blue eyes would make him stop. he could read her body reactions like a book and understand them perfectly, knowing when to slow down or not.  back when he first talked her into spreading her legs to her father, showing him those tight little holes of hers for the first time.  he'd even given her a safe word to tell him when he needs to stop, which is more than he's given any of the whores he'd fuck around with in the past.  they were just warm bodies but graham’s his daughter, she deserves the special treatment.  she deserves feeling safe but that safety cannot get in the way of his own pleasure.                ‘                 you can take it.  you're a big girl, you can take dad's cock                 ’            he moans, grin on his face only widening when he sees her move her arms behind her back just like he ordered.  giving her wet throat for him to fuck like it's his personal fleshlight.  his fingers push locks of golden hair back so he can see the panic in her eyes, her gaze making him throb in the warmth of her wet throat.                ‘                 keep your eyes on me while i fuck your throat.  fuck, baby                ’            he says, fingers tightening the ribbon around her throat and pulling her head closer until her plump lips are pressed to his thick hair, pale throat bulging with the sheer size of him.                ‘                 you look like a proper whore now.  knew you could take it                 ’                 no, he didn't but does it matter?  finally he pulls her back by the silk around her neck.  his thumb wipes a few droplets from her cheek before he pulls her back to him, resting his drool-covered cock on her entire pretty face, balls pressed to her mouth.                ‘                 why are you crying, baby?  was dad too rough on you?                 ’

starter for @sxist based on [ OFFICE ] from this post.

the days that alec allowed graham to accompany him to work were some of the girl's favorites. with her father being the ceo, the pair were treated like royalty within the building. his assistant waited on her hand and foot, fulfilling every desire she could dream up. she loved to follow him around like a lovesick puppy on a leash, enjoying his commanding presence over the employees. it reminded her that others were in just as much awe of him as she was. he was the light of her life, her reason for rolling out of bed every day, the sun that her world revolved around. her mother being his wife was merely a legal matter. graham knew in her heart ( or at hoped with every fiber of her being ) that she was the real love of his life. he had created her in his image, brought her in the world and shaped her with his hands, taught her everything he knew. sometimes she wondered if he had gotten married just to create his own perfect little doll. that was what she was. when a matter required his undivided attention somewhere within the huge building, graham was tasked with retreating to his office. her clothes, the mini skirt and blouse carefully chosen so that she looked perfectly put together to be paraded around for all eyes to see, were carefully folded and set aside. she wore nothing beneath. his desk she carefully cleared, making sure everything went back into the proper place. she knew the punishment she risked if anything were to be misplaced. a drawer, unlocked by a key with frilly little charms hanging off it, held graham's favorite plug, lube, various toys, and other gear. laying a towel out atop the desk, the girl placed the plug and lube alongside it. petite body was then bent over the surface, sweet golden skin on display. she was short enough that her legs dangled from the top, toes lifting off the floor. shiny, bouncy blonde curls lay like a blanket over her back, down to her slim waist alec could fit both hands around. below that, soft thighs spread to reveal a perfect set of holes. holes that had only ever served her father. holes that were his to abuse as he saw fit. holes that were dripping with the knowledge that her dad was only minutes away from walking in to see her waiting for him like that.

yes, it had once been scandalous to graham, alec's desires. there had been a time when she'd believed that someone would protest at seeing the boss committing such sin in public with his daughter. she hadn't feared for her own wellbeing. no, it was her dad she'd been afraid for. if he had lost everything he'd worked so hard to obtained, because of her, graham would have never been able to forgive herself. perhaps it was because she was so happy they got away with it that she embraced the situation so fully. she figured as long as he didn't get her pregnant, they were doing nothing wrong. whether he wanted to touch her while eyes were watching, or, like now, where anyone could ( and had ) walk in. she was his to play with. his sudden voice makes the tiny girl jump, before a gasp leaves her lips at the smack. her skin flashes red before fading. "what, like someone else would touch me? everyone is too afraid of you, daddy." and that was the way it should be. fear and awe. "or do you not like the thought of someone seeing what's yours?" golden thighs spread wider to give him a better view of her holes, shiny with desire, dripping onto the towel below where her petite frame rested. graham takes a sharp breath in at his words, cunt quivering. "i'm a big girl." the last two words are softer than the rest, intimidation in her voice. "we don't have to use it. i just thought you might like to." it wasn't that she didn't enjoy it. she liked anal. it was just better when she pretended not to. or like she was only doing it because she knows he does. his happiness, and pleasure, are more important. she bites her lip at his touch. "your fingers?" she questions, breathing growing a touch heavier. "or your tongue?"

he's built an empire with his own two hands. he's untouchable and there are perks to that fact. he has the last word on important business deals, he can amass all the power and get away with murder. he can bring his daughter to work with him and every single person he hired suddenly pretends not to hear her moans and whines coming from his office. at this point they've grown so used to see the blonde parade herself with her short little outfits, they don't react when they see him reach for her ass to grope her. the boss can do anything, just as long as he keeps their pockets full. he's not surprised when he enters his office to find the blonde bent over, lube and plug at his disposal.                  ‘                   jesus christ, princess. you're getting shameless                   ’                   he comments as he approaches, his open hand giving her ass a playful smack. he still remember all those times she'd get embarrassed whenever he'd tell her to take her clothes off in his office, knowing anyone could walk in at any second. it's happened a few times before and didn't stop him from emptying his balls inside her.                  ‘                   are you gonna be a big girl and take that thick plug without crying? do you think your tiny little asshole can even take it?                   ’                   he's fucked that hole before, of course. but given their sheer size difference, he hasn't being able to do so without filling her pretty eyes with tears. he runs his hands down her back, trailing lower and lower until he can spread her ass cheeks, exposing that tight pink hole that he loves abusing.                  ‘                   seems daddy's gonna have to stretch it first                   ’