𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . 𐙚 ˙ ⋆ . ˚ ʳᵉᵛᵉʳⁱᵉ & ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ❪ ⁿ ˢ ᶠ ʷ ❫

[reverie.]

   
 

𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑌𝑂𝑈
 ᴀ  ꜱ ᴇ ᴀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ʀ ᴏ ʟ ᴇ ᴘ ʟ ᴀ ʏ  ʙ ʏ  ʀ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ .  ᴀ ɴ ᴅ  ꜰ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ɪ ɢ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ 
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@Father Figure

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy had not been thrilled when she found out she had to spend Christmas with her mom this year. She'd complained to her friends about it for months. Her mom left them for a millionaire when she was thirteen only to come crawling back into her life when she turned sixteen. By that time she was married to a new guy. She even gave Daisy a fucking car—one Daisy gladly accepted. But she never forgave her mom for leaving. That didn't keep Daisy from trying to reconnect with her though, but it wasn't easy. Her mom bounced from one rich guy to the next, and eventually, Daisy stopped bothering to get to know them. What was the point? It wasn't like they were going to stick around anyway. Either they left because they realized her mom was only after their money, or her mom left them because she found someone she thought had more money. Elliot Winters was no different—or so she thought. The young brunette had predicted a boring Christmas holiday, but that was before she met her mom's new boyfriend. Elliot was definitely rich—the big ass house he owned told her as much. And if she were to guess, he was younger than the last guy her mom dated, but that guy had been too old even for her mom. But what surprised her the most was that Elliot was more handsome than all of her mom's past boyfriends combined. Daisy decided that the only thing she wanted for Christmas this year was Elliot’s attention. She told herself it was only to sabotage her mom's relationship but deep down she knew that wasn't the case—she wanted him to notice her. Some mild flirting couldn't possibly hurt anybody. Besides, Elliot seemed way out of her mom's league, so she was only doing them a favor. But getting his attention turned out to be far more difficult than she'd imagined. Perhaps he was more invested in the relationship with her mom than she'd first anticipated. Whatever the case, Daisy was determined to make her wish come true. She just didn't think it would be impossible. The more he ignored her efforts, the harder she tried. Daisy showed up to breakfast in silk gowns, roamed the hallways in shorts that barely covered her ass, went clubbing in dresses that barely left anything to the imagination, and during dinner time, she made sure to make it clear that her breasts were so much firmer than her mom's. Nothing seemed to faze him and Daisy was on the verge of giving up when she caught him alone in the kitchen on Christmas Eve. She leaned against the doorframe, wearing nothing but a blue nightgown she shouldn't wear anywhere near her potential future stepdad. "Where's mom?"​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Elliot looked up from the glass of whiskey he was nursing, the amber liquid catching the warm glow of the kitchen lights. His eyes didn't waver as they rested on Daisy's, reading the undercurrent of her expression. Curiosity, mischief, something unspoken. It was not the first time he had noticed the way she lingered in doorways when he was around, her questions teetering on the edge of probing and playful. Not to mention the decidedly purposeful choice in clothing. Either you were too naïve to know that you were walking around showing off your assets, or you were doing it because you wanted to show them off. Considering the way she had been acting around him it was not hard for the older man to know on which side of the line Daisy was falling. And Elliot had avoided her, there was little doubt of that as well. She was not his first rodeo when it came to young women admiring him, and sometimes he had dipped his toe into the pond to find out what he was missing, but more often than not he kept his cool and did not allow himself to get caught up in the drama that a woman of her age could bring into his life. There was a remarkable strength in a man who was not so easily led about by his prick, though it always came with a slight difficulty. It made them ever more attractive. "She's upstairs, wrapping gifts," he said, his voice low and unhurried, a rich tone reminiscent of the faint crackle of a fire on a quiet night and warm butter schnapps. He took a small sip his drink, savoring the burn, before setting the glass down. "Thought I'd get out of her way for a bit. Holiday chaos, you know how it is." His smile was brief, polite, but it did not reach his eyes. The kitchen was warm, but the tension between them had the brittle chill of frost. She was no innocent, and he knew the game she was trying to play, but he wouldn't be a pawn in it. Not now, not ever. This time though he did not excuse himself from her presence, though he could not quite put his finger on the why he chose not to do so. The truth loomed heavy in the back of his mind as he considered what would happen if her mother ever caught a whiff of impropriety between the two of them. It could certainly shatter what relationship he had built with her, and in today's day and age it might ruin his reputation on social media. Men were not so easily given the pass to act like the dogs that most knew that they were. Was he serious about Daisy's mother, Natalie, or was she just another fleeting chapter in his life? He cared about her, otherwise she would not be visiting over the holidays. But what was he supposed to do? Confront Daisy directly and risk making matters worse? Continue to pretend not to notice and hoping she would lose interest? Either way, the stakes felt impossibly high, and the holidays were quickly becoming a minefield. Not to mention she did look damned good standing there in her nightgown. "Do you need something?" he asked, though he already suspected the answer.​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy didn’t move as she let her eyes linger on him, making it obvious that she was checking him out—it wouldn't be the first time. She’d already seen what was to see as far as fully dressed went. He had yet to match her efforts, walking around in nothing but his boxers or a towel around his waist. So far, he’d done no such thing. Daisy was left to her own devices and could only imagine what was hidden underneath the layers of clothes. Whatever it was, she had a feeling she might like it. She couldn’t help but wonder if he liked what he saw; she had shown him quite a lot already. God knew she shouldn’t. But Daisy wanted to play with fire, and with her mom out of the way she could easily light a match or two—or three, or four. "I don’t need anything," she said, her tone playful yet a bit harsh. At least it wasn’t a lie. "But I am a little thirsty." She walked over to the tall cabinets to the right, where she knew the cups and glasses were stored. She opened the cabinet and reached up to grab one on the top shelf instead of taking one of the glasses right in front of her. If it weren't for the fact that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the glasses on the bottom shelf, she might have gotten away with her little stunt. But the only reason Daisy wanted one on the top was so she could stand on her tip-toes, her arm overhead so her gown would slide up and reveal a rather firm—and naked—butt. The thong she was wearing wasn't visible under the fabric, so for all he knew she might not wear any at all. Perhaps that had been her intention. He hadn't seemed to pay much attention to it when it stuck out of her pajama shorts, but perhaps he'd notice it now. Even if he didn't, that blue gown looked magnificent. She'd bought it after she'd arrived, for this sole purpose—to get his attention. With one arm overhead and the other palm-down on the counter, she twisted her head around to smile at him. "I am allowed to grab some juice, am I not?" And with that, she grabbed a glass and turned around to face him. "Or are you afraid I'll empty the bottle so we don't have any left for breakfast tomorrow?" Pretending like she hadn't just flashed half her ass in his face, she moved to the fridge only to open the door and her mouth at the same time. "And I thought she was done wrapping gifts?" The Christmas tree in the living room already had presents under it, and it wasn't like her mom had a lot of people to give gifts to. Daisy peeked over her shoulder with a playful smirk on her lips. "You didn't get me another, did you?" They both knew he hadn't; and neither had her mom. Elliot Winters didn't know her well enough to waste his money on her, and her mom had probably already persuaded him into buying her something expensive. She grabbed the juice bottle with her free hand and closed the fridge with her elbow. Putting the glass on the counter in front of her, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle. "You want some?" she asked him, raising the bottle even though her tone indicated that she offered him something else entirely. At this point, she was almost convinced he would never lay a hand on her, so now she was just curious to see if she could draw a reaction out of him. It didn't matter if it was the tiniest hint of annoyance or a flash of lust in his eyes—she just wanted something. The brunette watched him carefully, still holding the juice bottle mid-air.​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Ignoring her was not working. Elliot turned his gaze away as the young woman began rummaging around in the kitchen, his focus narrowed on the amber swirl of whiskey in his glass, idly rotating it in his hand. The clink of ice against the crystal gave him something to fixate on other than the faint rustling of movement behind him. He could feel Daisy’s presence though, an unwelcome heat at the edge of his awareness. Her footsteps echoed softly on the kitchen tiles as she padded over to get a glass, and from the corner of his eye he caught the faintest flicker of motion. Enough to draw his gaze to watch her reach up to take one of the glasses from the top shelf. At first, he refused to acknowledge it. She was testing him, trying to draw his attention with the demeanor of a woman who thought he was hers to control, if she could just get her claws into him. Elliot’s jaw tightened as his neck turned just enough so that he could watch her from the periphery of one eye. If there was one thing worth acknowledging it was the incredible curves of Daisy’s backside, but this was getting a bit too far and she was dangerous in a way that he was certain she did not recognize. Women like her never understood the kind of tragedy they could bring into a man’s life if he let them. So why had he not left the room yet? Her tone was jaunty, playful, and she was busy playing with fire. It was the kind of behavior that was going to get them both burned. But why did Elliot pause in his quandary to tilt his head to make sure he did not hear anyone coming down the stairs? Why would he not just excuse himself to go back up to spend quality holiday time with his girlfriend, this woman’s mother? Because some part of him wanted to stay, and he could have tried to play it off, but considering the rising interest elsewhere on his body he knew exactly which part of him was involved. There was a calculated edge to her actions, a persistence to dismiss them as harmless. If he were a weaker man, he would have felt trapped by it, increasingly unsure how to escape. That was just not his style though, confrontation was how he functioned best. It could make the situation worse; he knew that. It could backfire, embolden her, or set off a chain reaction that ended this weekend prematurely. He needed a solution, the real problem was as he met her gaze, was that he was not sure whether he intended to defuse it or push it to its inevitable conclusion. His hand reached out and he grabbed her wrist, hard, his fingers digging in. His voice holding a steely edge to it, those eyes as cold as the winter outside. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Daisy?” His other hand set his glass down with a sharp clink, the sound cutting through the kitchen like a warning shot. His patience, worn thin, snapping beneath the weight of her antics. Straightening, he came around the counter, his expression a stark shift from the polite indifference he maintained. His jaw was set, his eyes unyielding. “I’ve had enough,” he said, his voice low but edged with unmistakable anger. “I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, but it stops now.” He invaded her personal space, his voice staying low. Another sign he did not want to be caught in whatever act they were about to commit. Whatever line they were about to cross. “I’m not dumb, Daisy, You’ve been pushing all weekend, and I’ve let it slide. But this isn’t a joke, and I’m not someone you can toy with. You just need, what? What will get you to get over this infatuation? A quick fuck all you need so you won’t sabotage our vacation?” His words were curious ones, giving no inclination as to if he was being derisive of the young woman, or if he was offering to sate her thirst.​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ What was she doing? Certainly not something she was supposed to do. Her gaze landed on the fingers he wrapped around her wrist before she met his cold gaze. She looked unfazed by his touch, but every cell in her body was on high alert. Daisy had not expected him to touch her in any fashion while she was there. She figured that if he was going to, he'd have done it by now. One of the reasons she'd pushed it this far was because she'd assumed he'd never act on whatever urges he might have—if he had any. Living in a fantasy that she was safe from his touch, she could do whatever she pleased without facing any real consequences. How wrong she'd been. No part of her was prepared to face him. His grip didn't exactly hurt—or maybe it did, she just refused to admit it—but his message was clear. He'd had enough indeed. Perhaps she'd gone too far this time. But could he blame her? It wasn't like he'd paid much attention to her previous efforts. At least it was safe to say that the nightgown had been a success—she had bought it for him, after all. And the lace thong she was wearing underneath wasn't exactly a coincidence either, despite the risk of him never seeing it. Daisy could see the anger radiating from his body, and a part of her was worried he'd hurt her—more than he already was—but then there was this part of her that was excited. He'd closed the distance between them; if he wanted he could touch her anywhere. And perhaps a part of her wanted him to. Not that she was going to admit that to his face anytime soon. Instead, the brunette tilted her head slightly to the side, smirking innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about." She didn't even try to conceal the lie. Daisy knew exactly what game she was playing, and so did he. It was a dangerous game—one neither could win if they played their cards right. "Are you sure?" she interrupted teasingly after his 'I'm not dumb, Daisy'. But she swallowed hard right after. She knew he was no fool. And if what he said was true, he had noticed her efforts, which meant she had been more successful than she'd thought. She was still clutching the juice bottle, and after his next words, she had to concentrate not to drop it. Her eyes widened slightly—in shock? Daisy didn't know what she had expected him to say, but it wasn't that. If she wasn't mistaken, he was offering himself on a silver platter. She blinked at him, unable to hide the shock on her pretty face. Who was joking now? Did she want a quick fuck? At this point, she didn't know what she wanted. She had wanted his attention all week, and now that she'd finally gotten it, Daisy didn't know what to do with it. What exactly was he offering? Perhaps it was a test—one she was about to fail. Was he offering to fuck her, or was he simply trying to make her mad enough so she'd leave? Leaving was probably the smarter choice. The right choice too. Nothing could go wrong if she left the kitchen right now. But Daisy didn't leave; her body wouldn't let her. A small voice in her head—or perhaps it was the tingling in her core—told her to stay. If she could choose, she'd probably choose the quick fuck, but she wanted to know if he'd choose the same thing. Was his offer even real? He might have offered to fuck her, but did he want to fuck her? Her pulse was fluctuating as she leaned towards him. Tilting her head slightly back, she got a better look at him as she put the bottle down on the counter, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes were glowing with devious intent. "I don't know, Elliot—" she taunted, keeping her voice low to match his. Another smirk played in the corner of her lips as her free hand found the front of his pants, her palm pressing against what she could only assume was a growing erection. "Can you even make it quick?" It might have been an insult, but Daisy was merely pushing his buttons—all of them. Surely, he wasn't reckless enough to fuck her right there in the kitchen. . . was he? If she hadn't been playing with fire before, she sure as hell was now.​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ The girl was playing with fire and they both knew that this was the wrong decision, the completely wrong choice. His patience, already worn thin throughout the weekend, finally snapped beneath the weight of the young woman’s antics. The way he looked at her was such a stark shift from the polite indifference he had maintained. His jaw was tight, teeth clenching together, but the real moment of uncertainty occurred when Daisy met his eyes. Those eyes, beautiful really when one got this close, were dark and unyielding. Frightening in mingled anger, underscored with a tinge of arousal. It was as if they could feel the coming actions already on the horizon, and they were not turning away from it. The hand on Daisy’s arm was firm, relentless, like iron clamping down. He was not hurting her, he was too controlled for that, but the strength in his hold left no room for argument. Elliot could do whatever the hell he wanted if he chose. His knuckles whitened as he dug in, his voice clipped, and the words cut through the air even if they were hissed. “This stops,” he said, his voice lowering with each syllable. “Do you understand me? This needs to…” “Elliot?” Natalie’s voice floated down from upstairs, cutting through the tension like a crack in the ice. He froze, the moment suspended in a taut, electric stillness. “Did you remember to bring up the gift bags for Daisy’s presents? I thought I saw them in the car earlier!” His chest heaved with a frustrated exhale as his grip loosened, fingers reluctantly releasing her arm. For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze locked on Daisy’s, unflinching. The message was still clear in the heavy silence between them: this conversation isn’t over. “I got them,” he called back, his voice masking perfectly, concealing the dangerous liaison that was on the brink of taking place. He took a step back, rolling his shoulders as though trying to shake off the weight of the confrontation. And as he stepped back from the counter Daisy could see with absolute ease how incredibly erect Elliot was. There weas no potential chance of hiding that massive tool he was carrying beneath his clothing. “They’re under the tree.” And while his voice might have hidden what was going on downstairs, there was a hunger filtering its way up into his face as he stood there, just a few feet away from Daisy. His eyes flicked towards the open kitchen entryway and the nearby stairs just around the corner. For a second Daisy could see the indecision in his eyes, as he struggled to determine if he would just walk right out of the room. But the decision quickly came as he reached into his pants and pulled himself free right out in the open, beginning to slowly stroke himself right in front of the young woman. It was risky, but nothing that could not be hidden if Natalie decided to come downstairs. “Oh, good!” Natalie replied, her tone cheery, unaware of the problems brewing in the house. “I was worried we’d forget. Thanks, sweetheart!” For a moment silence, but then the steps could be heard walking away, the older woman roaming off to continue her holiday bliss. Leaving the two of them downstairs, staring at each other, Elliot stroking himself lewdly with Daisy as his only audience. And then Elliot raised an eyebrow. It was a simple motion, but it came weighted with a depth of nuance that was shocking. He was accepting her offer, he was willing to fuck her, and he was waiting for her. Waiting for her to make the decision to walk out of the room, preserving whatever self-respect they both had for themselves, or for her to put her cute ass up on a bar stool so that he could rail her over the counter. One way or the other, she had her answer.​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Elliot did not look happy; he looked furious. But Daisy had a feeling that it wasn't all her fault. Yes, she'd tested his patience—to the breaking point—but he was the one with a hard cock. He was the one who had offered to fuck her. If that wasn't a real desire of his, he would have never brought it up. Daisy wasn't going to lie though, she had fantasized about fucking him. Or at least fantasized about what it would be like. He had to be more experienced than the other guys she'd been with, and from what she'd felt, he was a lot bigger too—his growing erection had filled her entire palm. When her mom's voice filled the air, Daisy froze. This was not happening. Fear was written all over her face, her pulse skyrocketing. Daisy's eyes never left Elliot's as he answered her mom's questions. Daisy didn't move as he took a step back, revealing the bulge she'd just cupped in her hand. There was no mistaking it now; he was hard. Her eyes darted from him to the kitchen opening and to the staircase she knew was hidden behind it. If her mom decided to come downstairs, Daisy didn't know what would happen. Surely, she'd get away with being thirsty—the juice bottle was still right there. While Daisy was still worried about her mom sticking her head into the kitchen, Elliot did not seem to share her concern. He had already pulled out his massive cock and was now stroking it right in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that she would actually see it. And the bastard didn't seem bothered by it. Daisy, on the other hand, was enthralled by it. She was trying to figure out whether or not he would even fit inside of her. He would definitely stretch her more than any other man had ever done. Not that the list was that long, she'd only had sex with three other men—boys, really. Daisy could hear her mom's footsteps disappearing upstairs again, but that didn't make her think straight. She met Elliot's gaze, her face flushed. How long had she stared at him stroking himself? How long had he watched her? When he raised an eyebrow, she knew the hidden meaning behind it. It was not only an offer but a fucking dare. Daisy swallowed hard. It was too late to back away now. She should have thought this through. She'd tried so hard to get his attention and now that she'd first gotten it, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. What did he want her to do? He obviously wanted to fuck her, but where? Or perhaps more importantly—how? Did he expect her to walk away? Was his goal to intimidate her enough to leave? She couldn't help but wonder if this had turned into a game. Was it a competition? If she left the kitchen right now—would she win or would she lose? It didn't really matter, because Daisy wasn't leaving. Perhaps it was to prove to him that she wasn't scared—but she was. Or maybe it was because a part of her wanted to be fucked. Praying that the fear didn't reflect in her eyes, she said nothing as she pulled her thong down her thighs until the fabric fell to the floor. She said nothing as she left it there, just holding his gaze as she stepped out of it and towards him—a silent invitation and a dare—fuck me, then.​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ The young woman was throwing down the gauntlet, daring Elliot to act. Little did she know that she would be quite unprepared for what was to come. Everything the older man began with would be considered the stuff of a young lady’s dreams. He approached her, quiet and calm, his hand coming up to take hold of her chin with a domineering air, tilting her head up so that she met eyes that were no longer worried, no longer frightened of the consequences. No, Elliot’s eyes were now intense with burning desire, an unrelenting need to have her. His thumb came up, brushing over Daisy’s lips with a slow indulgent caress, pausing briefly to press the tip against her mouth, his eyebrows raising just mildly as if in expectation. Though there was little choice in the process as that thumb pushed past resistance to feel her tongue, to enjoy the tantalizing sensation of her wet mouth suckling on his skin. There was certainly something to that, something beyond just the mere act, which translated the moment from playful engagement to domineering claim. And as he watched Daisy’s plump luscious lips wrapping around his skin, his other hand came to take hold of her pert rear, and he pulled her close to him. Letting her feel that hard thick shaft achingly push against her stomach. Elliot was hitting every note perfectly, what would it be like if he finally went the distance? The faint strains of Christmas music drifted down the staircase, soft at first but then the swell of a holiday classic filled the house, its cheerful melody spilling into the tension of the kitchen. It did not stop Elliot from holding her, in fact it only seemed to encourage him, as the notes of sleigh bells and the smooth voice of Michael Bublé filled the air proclaiming holiday cheer. It was loud, hinting at the well-meaning good nature of the older woman upstairs. The older woman they were both betraying this winter’s night. It was festive, it was joyful, but what they were doing would place them on the naughty list for sure. Elliot’s thumb finally left Daisy’s mouth, turning her away from him so that he could push up from behind, his arms wrapping around her as his hips began to sway. It could have been playful, two people just enjoying their time together. It could have been romantic, and certainly felt that way when Elliot lowered his head and planted a soft kiss on her neck. One hand moved to touch her stomach, the smallest of caresses as he rocked back and forth with her in time to the beat. But it was none of those things. No, this was terrifyingly lewd, his cock pressing between the cheeks of her bottom, rocking against her, practically dry humping with how he was grinding and his voice teased her mildly, the softest of words as he whispered. “Is this what you wrote Santa about? Did you have a Christmas wish, hoping he would make them come true for you? Or did you keep them secret, not telling a soul how badly you wanted to be fucked by me? Maybe it’s time you took the initiative, what do you say? Do you want to sit in my lap and tell me what I can bring you for Christmas?” It was horrible how he took such liberties without ever really asking her if she was ready. He was supposed to be the mature one, he was supposed to be the one who kept things in check. But Daisy had begun playing a game with him and now it was about to play out. Just not the way the young woman thought. Elliot’s hands tightened on her, keeping her still now as the soft notes of Winter Wonderland moved into Silent Night, and he sighed longingly into her ear as he whispered. “Bend over and hold your ass open for me. I want to open my gift.” ​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy couldn't take her eyes off him. She let him remove the distance between them even though her mind was screaming at her to back away. It would have been the right thing to do. Her eyes widened when his hand cupped her chin but whether it was from fear or lust was hard to tell. His thumb brushed over her lips, and Daisy stood frozen in place. She wanted to say something, but when her lips parted slightly it was not to speak, but to give his thumb free passage into her mouth—fuck. How could such a small gesture set off fireworks in her core? Holding his gaze, she kept her lips parted for him long enough for his thumb to explore the surface of her tongue. This act was far from innocent, and before she knew it she found herself wrapping her lips around him and sucking on his thumb as if it was a lollipop. Not once did she look away from him. Daisy wasn't going to show him just how intimidated she was by it all—by him. She didn't even make a sound when he pulled her closer, his hard cock pressing against her stomach. He was so fucking big. She had a feeling he wouldn't fit no matter how ready she was. But she'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited to find out. How would it feel to have something so big stretch her? Would it hurt? Or would it feel so good she'd be having trouble keeping her voice down? Just thinking about it made her insides tingle with anticipation. She wanted this. Despite what her mind was telling her, she wanted him to fuck her. He obviously shouldn't, but God, she wanted him to. When his thumb eventually left her mouth, she was disappointed for a moment. But that feeling was replaced with something else when he twirled her around so her back was against him. His erection was now pressing against her ass, spreading her bare cheeks. It was only a matter of time before it would be inside of her. Elliot held her close, one hand lingering on her stomach as if he was caressing her—he wasn't. Despite the slowly rocking to the beat, there was absolutely nothing romantic about this. It might look like it, and a part of her might have been convinced to believe it, but deep down, Daisy knew this was just a game—a game she couldn't win. Or maybe she'd already won. Trying to conceal her heavy breathing, she listened to his whispers. What had she wished for? His attention, certainly, but she'd only dreamed about getting fucked. She'd never thought it would actually happen. He wasn't supposed to fuck her—wasn't even supposed to want to. And yet, here he was, grinding his rock-hard cock against her ass. Daisy would never admit how good it felt, but perhaps she didn't need to. Her shaky breathing might be evidence enough. "As if you don't want this," she muttered, leaning against him for support. She might have started this, but he was the one pursuing it. They were playing by his rules now, and Daisy had no objections. At least up to this moment, she hadn't. She swallowed hard, trying to figure out exactly what he meant by those words. He wasn't going to take her in the ass, was he? No one had ever done that. It was probably just a figure of speech. Daisy didn't move for a few seconds, just letting him hold her in place. Did she even have a choice at this point? He had given her a chance to leave, and she hadn't taken it. He'd been given the opportunity to leave too, but he'd stayed. This was happening. Blinded by lust—and perhaps a small dose of fear—she eventually bent forward. A voice in the back of her mind was telling her how foolish she was, but she didn't listen. The arousal in her core was far greater than any logic. Leaning over one of the bar stools, Daisy stuck her ass out before her hands reached back to spread her ass for him. No one had ever seen it like this before—no one had asked. "It might not fit," she whispered. It was a plea to be gentle more than anything else. ​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ This was a gift. And it was the season for it, was it not? The older man felt like a kid at Christmas, walking up to the tree to lay his eyes on a neatly wrapped present nestled beneath. Though this particular present had already been unwrapped for him to appreciate. His hand came down to brush against her soft ass cheek, and then the other, taking hold of her plump backside alongside her own hands and giving a firm appreciative squeeze. A small hum leaving his lips, one of affection and yet strangely matching in tonality to the jaunty tunes still filtering down the stairwell. He took control, his thumbs came to either side of her crack and spread her wider, leaning over her like he had just opened that proverbial present, a glint of Christmas glee in his mind as he held his breath. He could smell her arousal, something he would associate with holiday merriment from this day till the end of his days. God, he wanted her, but he could tell the young girl was trembling. That something inside of her was afraid. It heightened his lust for her, the wish to take more than he was supposed to be given. This was not truly like finding a gift underneath the tree, oh no. This was far more akin to sneaking into your parents' bedroom, and finding all your presents stashed away in the closet. This was a bad thing to do, and it would certainly put them both on the naughty list. And then he spit on her sweet little asshole. He watched as the saliva pooled, seeing it drip down the crack of her young little ass, before dribbling down her slit to spatter on the floor. Hungrily he sighed, wanting to devour her, but they both already knew time was of the essence. He trusted in her to keep her mouth shut, no matter what he chose to do to her, for fear of bringing her mother down to interfere in their festivities. Later, after he was done, perhaps the older man might feel some measure of associated guilt in taking what was offered, but at the moment there was nothing but the sick lust. So strong adrenaline coursed through his large frame, making him tremble and feel weak in the knees. Not that he would ever admit that to the young morsel bent over before him. And then he mounted her, there was nothing further that needed to be done. They had no time for preparation, for gentle overtures, for affectionate reinforcement. No, this was supposed to be quick was it not? And so, he gave her quick. The head came to rest against her tight entrance, held there in fascinating tableau. His breathing was heavy, his heart going pitter patter in his chest with excitement, and he began to push forward. Her plea fell on deaf ears it seemed, not that he rutted and shoved but there was no possibility of making it easy on her. The thick head of his cock stretched her, pressing, opening that tiny little asshole until with a suddenness that shocked them both the head popped inside of her. And with a small noise of approval Elliot whispered… “Merry Christmas, Daisy.” ​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy didn't dare to move. She probably should have—would have, too—if she knew what he was about to do. But when he placed his fingers over hers, spreading her cheeks even wider, she knew it was too late. And then she felt his spit, and there was no mistaking what he was about to do—what he was going to give her. Her body tensed under him, and she didn't say a word. She could feel his spit dribbling down her crack and onto her slit. His cock would probably not have any difficulty sliding into her pussy. But Elliot didn't want that. No, he wanted something else. Something she never imagined she'd give him. Something she didn't even know he wanted. Would he have stopped if she'd asked him to? Her mind was screaming at her to find out, to say something—anything—but Daisy said nothing. She didn't move, only breathed as he pushed his cock against her tiny hole. There was no way he was going to fit. She'd seen that massive cock, and he could, without a doubt, see—and feel—how tight her asshole was. A part of Daisy assumed that he would realize it wouldn't work and drive it deep into her pussy instead. In fact, she was so sure he would stop pushing as soon as there was any form of resistance, that she wasn't even worried that it would hurt. How could it, when it wouldn't happen? But Elliot didn't stop when his cock met resistance. No, he kept pushing—stretching. And Daisy was not prepared for that kind of stretch. Or that kind of pain. Oh God. She whimpered at the pain, holding back her protests—and her tears—as he forced his thick cock into her ass. And just when she thought the pain would never end, a small gasp escaped her lips. His head popped into her and a wave of relief washed over her. She could only imagine what it looked like. Exactly how wide was he stretching her? Because it felt like a lot. At that moment, Daisy realized this was not what she had wanted for Christmas at all. And what she had just given him felt more valuable than any gift she could have placed under the Christmas tree. "Merry Christmas," she whispered back, her voice trembling. ​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ It was a triumphant sickness that suffused Elliot’s very soul as he heard those words fall from her trembling lips. It was simply the way she was willing to suffer to not draw attention, while still giving him exactly what he wanted, that inspired his arousal to heights that he had not felt in quite some time. The result was evident, feeling his hands practically trembling as the held her perfect ass wide open. His breathing grew quicker, excited, as his heart began to run rampant in his chest. It made him feel like he was a young boy again, a teenager quite quick to penetrate his girl and prematurely ejaculate while rutting in the backseat of his car. Though, considering the circumstances they found themselves in, that kind of behavior would be right in line with Daisy’s earlier statement about whether he could fuck her quickly and be done with it. Maybe it was a boon that he was not out to impress the young woman who was slowly being stretched open in front of him. It would have taken far too much time, and they had so little of it as it was. A bit of feral need touched his heart as he realized the position she had put him in, just the tiniest bit of anger, and while victim blaming Daisy was inherently silly, it would at least spur him on to get this done and over with. “That’s it, just relax…I know you can take it,” he whispered to her as he leaned over her, bracing a bit better so that he could properly push. They needed to be quick, and Elliot pushed, opening Daisy deeply as she whimpered and struggled beneath him. Even if she intended to keep quiet, he was not necessarily sure she would be capable of that particular act, and so while one hand held onto her shoulder for leverage, the other came up and clamped over her mouth. There would be no more conversation, nothing but muffled screams until the older man was done with his gift. Achingly he pushed into her, pausing every time he felt resistance he pulled back with his hips, before pushing once more. Each motion timed to get a tiny bit deeper, that thick tool feeling like he was destroying her. And God above, what an amazing sensation as she flexed around him. Tight, luscious, and he suspected quite virginal. Yes, he could have had her in other ways, but this, this was the true Christmas miracle. Ass fucking this amazing woman on Christmas Eve. And when the entirety of that beast was within Daisy’s aching bottom, that was when Elliot began to truly fuck her. Quick hard little slaps of his hips up against her ass, keeping himself buried deeply. He never came out more than a few inches, wanting to ensure that he felt the viselike grip of her rear end. Knowing it had to come to an end soon, but he would certainly enjoy it while it lasted…​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy could not relax. She could not take it. And the fact that he thought she could was the reason she didn't tell him she couldn't. Daisy clenched her eyes shut, wincing at the pain that erupted in her ass when Elliot pushed his monster cock further into her tight hole. There was no way in hell he would be able to push it all the way in—not without lube. He was stretching her so wide it was a miracle her skin hadn't ripped yet. A part of her didn't really want to know how much of him was left, but she had a feeling it was a good chunk. She let go of her butt cheeks and let her arms fall down the side of the stool, grabbing onto its legs with all her might. Not long after, she could feel his hand against her shoulder, pressing her against him—pressing her onto his cock and his cock further into her. This time she couldn't hold back a cry. But before any sound could leave her lips, his hand covered them. His hand covered her entire mouth, forcing her to breathe through the nose. Panic surged through her body. This was far from what she had wanted—what she had imagined. The excruciating pain in her ass was one thing, but now he stripped away her ability to speak up. She should have used her voice to stop him before she allowed his cock to enter her backdoor. Now it was too late. His massive hand didn't only muffle her screams and whimpers but also her pleas and protests. She was forced to endure it all. And with every thrust came a new wave of pain. His cock might as well have been a torch. The stinging pain in her butt felt like it was a constant flame burning her. Every time he met resistance, he pulled back—only to get a little bit deeper next time. Daisy didn't know when the first tear fell. She didn't even know she was crying until the tears clouded her vision. She wondered if he could tell. If he could feel the tears pooling against his skin. Or perhaps he could hear it? A part of her hoped he could, another hoped he couldn't. Would he stop if he knew how much pain she was in? If he could hear her screams—her pleas? This pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced—the agony of having her insides stretch so close to the breaking point. When he eventually reached the bottom—his entire cock filling her—she screamed so loud she could feel his hand vibrating against her face. This was it, she'd thought. But she was wrong. So fucking, terribly wrong. This was only the beginning. Now the actual fucking began, and Daisy could barely focus on what was happening. The pain made her dizzy and the clouded vision certainly didn't help. She continued to scream into his hand, to beg him to stop, to tell him it hurt. Her muscles clenched around him as if they were afraid he'd leave, but Daisy wanted his cock out of her ass. She wanted this to end. She needed this to end. And she knew he wouldn't stop until he was finished. So, she met his thrusts. Every time he thrust forward, she pushed back, guiding his cock to the depths of her ass. It hurt like hell, but at this point, she wasn't truly aware of what she was doing. All she could think of was what she had to do to make it stop—and she would do it. If she had to shed a hundred tears in the process then so be it. ​

 

[Father Figure]

elliot winters ɪ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ  ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ɴ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ᴇ ᴛ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy was simply the gift that kept on giving. Why had he waited so long to take advantage of the present she had been offering him so wantonly since he first met her? The sheer sensation of power, of domination, which swept through Elliot’s body had him on fire. For a few scant seconds he held still, letting her little backside grow accommodated to his massive shaft, waiting for the suffering and agony to not end but become a bit more controlled, and only then did his fingers ease their grip on her face. His voice was soft in her ear as he whispered soothing little sounds of commiseration. As if he could ever understand what it was like to be plowed like this, your anal virginity taken from you in such a swift brutal manner with barely any preparation. Maybe the man she had met this morning might have been concerned with such a thing, but there was no turning back the clock once he had gotten a taste of Daisy’s lovely flesh. And once he did so he leaned himself back just enough to watch her pushing on his prick, seeing her taking every delicious inch. Everything was forgotten now; he was not even sure if he would stop if his girlfriend started coming down the stairs. All he wanted at this moment was Daisy. Her and her alone. There was a noise near the stairwell, the sound of footfalls, and Elliot paused but did not retreat, his hand coming to touch the small of Daisy’s back. A hint to hold what she was doing. It left him two-thirds of the way inside of that relentlessly tight flesh. His body was on a bundle of energy as he kept himself from wanting to thrust. He could only imagine what it might feel like for the poor girl in front of him. No friction, just the swelling sensation of his shaft keeping her stretched wide. Not even a hint of reprieve or oncoming end to the terrible torture. Elliot’s breathing was swift, heavy, a man desperate for more but having to keep himself from taking it. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how one looked at it, the sounds were a false alarm. The footfalls continued onwards, Natalie continuing down the hall to the bathroom. It gave a small span of time that the older man could act. Act and finish. Time was of the essence, there was no need to talk anymore, and his hands came to take hold of her arms, pulling them behind her as leverage to tilt her back into the hammer like strokes which slapped up against her ass in quick succession. And luckily enough for both of them, he came soon after. It was simply the intensity of the moment. The sheer insanity of it. The friction around the head of his prick, the sound of her little whimpers through desperately clenched teeth, the softness of her skin against his pelvis every time he thrust in. There was no stopping the coming tide. Suddenly Elliot’s hands dug into her as he growled some unintelligible word, his body tightening as he finished within her, spilling his seed. Filling her to the brim. And afterwards, afterwards he did the unthinkable. He slid himself out of Daisy’s ravaged bottom, patted it, and after adjusting his clothing he picked up what remained of his drink and began to walk out of the room. Pausing at the door to look back at her and simply saying. “Don’t forget to clean up.” And with that he went upstairs.​

 

[reverie.]

daisy williams. ɪ  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ  ʙ ᴇ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ  ɪ  ʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ .​ ⊹  ₊  ✦  ₊  ⊹​ Daisy's dark fantasy had turned into a nightmare—one she couldn't wake up from. Elliot plowed into her so hard she was choking on the air surrounding them. She was no longer screaming, but the sounds she made were heart-wrenching. The inside of her ass was burning, and if she didn't know any better she'd assume his cock was made of razor blades. Even the slightest movement hurt, and his movements were far from small. He buried his cock deep into her—as deep as his cock would go—and the pain was making her weak. It was no longer just tears clouding her vision, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she'd pass out. What would he do then? But Daisy wasn't that lucky. She was forced to experience this. When he suddenly came to a halt, she was relieved. His hand pressed against her back, but it wasn't like she could go anywhere with him still buried deep. Her attention shifted from the pain to the footsteps upstairs and Daisy had never been more grateful for her mom. She was coming to her rescue—only she wasn't. The footsteps disappeared and Elliot continued wrecking her poor asshole. She tried to hold back her cries when he pulled her arms back for leverage—she really did—but if the music hadn't been playing outside, her cries would have filled the entire house. At this point, she had no control over the sounds she was making. The pain was too much for her frail body to cope with. And the way he used her arms to pull her body against him, somehow made his cock sink deeper into her. Or perhaps it just felt that way because of the force, it was hard to tell. He picked up the pace, hammering into her ass like a man on a mission—until he growled behind her. No one had to tell her what was happening. He had filled her ass with his cum and he'd loved every second of it. Daisy was glad he couldn't see her face, because what a mess it was. She didn't move as he slipped out of her, her body still trembling on the stool—she was exhausted. If someone had told her she'd been beaten half to death, she would have believed them. Cum leaked out of her sore ass, but she was too broken to do anything about it. She just remained there, her chest resting against the stool as he made his way out. Daisy didn't know what she had expected him to do now, he didn't exactly seem like the type who would apologize, but when his voice rang out, a muffled sob escaped her lips. The way he said it, as if she was some child who had spilled milk. It was cruel. He was cruel. Daisy had never felt so violated—so broken. She would never forget this. Nor this feeling. Would she even be able to look at him after this? Not to mention, would she be able to sit properly tomorrow? He had just fucked her ass raw and now he was pretending nothing had happened. Fuck him. Now Daisy had a new wish for Christmas: to never see Elliot Winters again after this holiday. ​

 

[reverie.]

want more?
check out this roleplay to find out what happens when Daisy tries
to stop a potential proposal on Valentine's Day.​

ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 𝑟𝑒𝑑 ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊 ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ 𝒎𝒆 ᴀɴᴅ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ᴀ  ʀ ᴏ ʟ ᴇ ᴘ ʟ ᴀ ʏ  ʙ ʏ  ʀ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ .  ᴀ ɴ ᴅ  ꜰ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ꜰ ɪ ɢ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ​