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Getting Her Under Control (Lord Dakol and Kintana)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
The water that was quietly running within the private bathroom was turned off, from the shower stepped a man with dark brown hair and steely-blue eyes. His flesh was lightly tanned, with sculpted muscles and a trained abdomen. He covered the lower half of his body with a towel and dried himself off, running a large hand through his hair. It was early in the morning when Josiah Lockhart finished cleaning himself. It was near the time when the kids had to go to school.

Josiah strode into his room, where his eyes flickered to the empty bed. In it, his wife used to sleep until she left them. Until then, they were happy, but now... even his daughter was affected by it. It enraged him almost to the point of no return. Getting dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt that accentuated his form and tan pants that were neatly buckled with a black belt.

Outside his room, he heard the familiar footsteps of his son, getting ready for school. Unlike his son, Josiah's daughter was what you would call... troublesome. She was highly unruly, wearing what she liked with no regards to his orders, despite knowing how much he hated it. Sometimes, it even seemed that she was wearing such clothes to tease him. His right hand clenched tightly in anger and walked out of the room, taking his cellphone before walking downstairs.
 
Anna strolled from her room in her normal attire. A pink baby tea that hung low, much lower then it should have. She cut it to a point it barely covered anything. She didn't ware a bra simply for the fact they 'restricted' her too much. Not that her chest was huge, but big enough to need something. And a pair of jean hot pants that were at least two sizes too tight, clinging to her cheeks and leaving nothing to the imagination. With a toss of her head, the red strands hung over her shoulder. She was a spitting imagine of her mother, besides her eyes. The same steal blue as her father.

She never meant to cause trouble for her father, she loved him like any daughter would. But she wanted to dress how she wanted. She wanted to party until three am. She wanted to tease the boys, make them think they had a chance then kick them when they made a move. For whatever reason she hated being touched. That same reason kept her from having a boyfriend. She would have liked to have one but everything that came with it...she didn't want it. She tried to blame her mothers leaving and seeing what that did to her father.

The young woman didn't notice her brother, just brushing past him to beat him to the bathroom. It had only been a week since she got kicked out of collage. It was hard enough to get in and they still had to pay for the first semester plus room and board. She acted as if it was nothing. Taking rule of the house, having friends over, doing as she pleased and spending money she didn't have. She didn't even think of getting a job or going to another school. She lived life like any nineteen year old girl would.
 
Mark felt his sister brush, attempting to beat him to the bathroom. But, at the moment, he was more interested in getting something to eat. He rose an eyebrow in confusion as he watched his sister walk down the hall. He always wondered why she wore such tight and revealing clothes. None of the girls he knew at school were that free with their clothes. But, he shrugged it off; Anna wasn't his problem. Rather, she was their dad's.

Walking downstairs to see his father in the kitchen, he waved at him and smiled. "Morning, dad," he said, and received a simple wave in return. Getting something to eat, he and his dad sat the table, eating in silence for the time being until Anna came downstairs.
 
Anna fixed her hair, making it into a bun but some of it fell out over he shoulder. Even this early in the morning she put on her make up. Not too much but enough to be noticed. She saved the bold colors for later. She never did anything without a little on. She knew her father hated it. She knew he hated everything she did. But she did it. She didn want him mad, just to notice her.

She went downstairs and smiled wide at both of them. Going to her bother and kissing him on the cheek. "Morning baby brother." then sat next to her father and ruffled his hair. "Hi daddy. How are you this morning?" Obivlous to her fathers rage.
 
Josiah's eyes looked over to Anna as she came in, and looked back at his food before realizing what she was wearing. Mark chuckled slightly smiled, pushing an extra plate of food towards her.

Her father said nothing as she sat next to him, but his eyes gazed down to what she was wearing. He could plainly see her cleavage in the shirt that revealed her smooth stomach and pretty navel But the pants she wore that seemed as if they were made to squeeze into and show everything made him grimaced. "What are you wearing?" he asked sternly, looking at her. God, she reminded him of her mother. The lithe figure, bountiful breasts and firm ass had all the details of her, save for one thing: Anna was better. But in reminding him of her mother, it gave him the memory of cheating on him and leaving, something that made his blood boil.
 
She pulled the plate too her and got out a fork. Just as she went to eat she turned to her father. "The same thing I always sleep in. It's nothing new. Why do you always ask? You act like I put it on for you." She didn't intend to sound as she did; a bitch. She knew it would only anger her father more. It was never intentional but it happen. Everytime. It's like she had to make him mad.

Anna was smart. She also knew how much like her mother she was. Her mother left what seemed like long ago. She tried to replace her, doing things around the house and helping out. For a while she was a perfect daughter. But she grew tired of it quickly. When her father scolded her, she did something else. It rose from there as she grew to be just like that woman of the past. "I feel like wearing it. Stop looking and you wouldn't have an issue. It's not my fault I look like mom. I dot whore around like she did."
 
Her father grimaced at the remark, feeling the sting of it sink in, reminding him even more of his wife.

His gaze turned back to her when she talked again, leaning in close with snarl. "You may not, but you're asking for bad things to happen!" he growled, letting go of his fork to turn his entire body towards her.
 
Anna rolled her eyes at her father and just started eatting. It was the same argument everytime. She'd rather have some food in her before the yelling started again. "Mark pass the salt, please." And continued to ignore her father.

Leaning over to her brother to get the salt, her breast rubbed on her fathers arm. She brealy noticed and took what she wanted, going back to her food.
 
Josiah obviously wasn't pleased when Anna ignored him, but said nothing as he turned back to his food. He would deal with it later. Mark nodded and grabbed the salt, holding out the container for her with a slight smile. He hadn't noticed either, but, of course, their father did.

His eyes flickered down to his arm as Anna's bare breast touched his arm. A shiver was sent down his spine and caused him to close his eyes for a moment. Since then, he did his best to ignore it.

After they ate breakfast, Mark got ready for school. He pulled up his hoodie and looked at Anna and his father for a moment before hugging him goodbye. He left without a word, not wanting to be in the crossfire of what was about to happen.
 
After breakfast was over she wen to her room and left the dishes. She put on a very tasteful out fit. This time is was a low cut tang, blue with silver glitter letters "Daddies little girl." it was clearly a shirt meant for a young girl without a chest. Once again she hung out of it with no bra. Her nipples clear as day. Her pants were longer this time, but low cut jeans and way too tight. They rode up in both the front and back. She let her hair hang over her face, tieing the rest back. Her makeup was thinker now with a few tones and colors to match her hair and eyes.

"I'm going out. I'll be home for dinner. " Just as she went to open the door she turned to her father with a sweet smile. "Can I borrow some money? We're going to the mall later and there's a really cute top I wanted to get."
 
Josiah's attention flickered towards his daughter, who once again changed her clothes, though it continued to be a sluttish origin. He gritted his teeth in anger, seeing the pink flesh around her nipples peeking out from under the shirt, and saw the pants gripping her pussy and ass hungrily. Once hearing her question, his expression grew cold.

"You're not going out like that. I'm not having my daughter look like a fucking slut," he said, keeping his tone as calm as possible.
 
"I'll look however I want. Everyone dresses the same. I'm not a slut! I've never slept with anyone." She glared at her father. She hated that word. She never slept with anyone. The only men who ever touched her, even just a hug, was her father and brother. Anna gripped the doorknob with her arm shaking slightly in anger. "I'm not like mom. I don't sleep around. Stop assuming I'm just like her!" Then turned the knob and threw the door open. But she didn't move. She wanted her father to apologize for calling her a slut not just once in the same morning.
 
Suddenly, as soon as the door was swung open, Josiah's large hand slammed it shut with a loud bang. He quickly closed the distance between them, cornering her against the wall and he seethed in anger.

"That's not the point. You are my daughter, and as long as you live under my house, you will live by my rules," he growled, his substantial size making it impossible for her to move.
 
Anna turned quickly and stared at her father. He got mad before, blew up at her. But he never got physical. Maybe threw things when he was in another room but never at her. She stared in shock a moment then shoved her hands onto his chest to shove him away. But her chest being out made it harder, only rubbing the soft mounds into his chest as well.

"Maybe I'm sick of living in your house then! I'm old enough to take care of myself. I have friends I can live with."
 
Feeling her hands and breasts pushing against forced Josiah to close his eyes for a minutes. She was fighting him, and he liked it. Instinctively, he moved closer, feeling her breasts even more and her nipples rubbing against him.

"You are not leaving this house..." he said with a growl. Then, without warning, his other hand slid up to her neck and clenched; not tight enough to choke, but enough for her to freeze. It was then he decided. "I've got something better in mind."
 
She tried to move back as he got closer and turned her head away. She sucked on her bottom lip feeling her nipples harden against his chest. It's not like she never felt that before, she touched herself plenty of times. If anyone looked under her bed they would find a few toys. And she always kept her computer history cleared. But being close to someone, let alone her father, and getting the same feeling was shameful to say the least.

Anna looked up, her eyes going wide at the hand on her neck. Insintivly her hands shot up and grabbed the wrist of that arm. "D-Dad....let me go....y-you're hurting me..."
 
"Quiet. And come with me." Josiah snarled, the fact that her nipples were hardening against solidifying his decision. He pushed off the wall, though his grip was still hard around her neck as he pulled her to the stairs.

Then, wanting some fun of his own, he slipped his thick arm between her juicy thighs and pulled her up easily so that she sat upon his arm as he carried her up the stairs. He groaned softly as he felt her young pussy rubbing against his arm, imagining it was his cock. That would come soon enough...
 
Anna whimpered in her fathers grasp. She was forced to follow but she didn't go willingly. She kicked and tried to hit the man. Even going as far to bite at him as soon as she felt something between her legs. "PUT ME DOWN! I'LL...I'LL CALL THE COPS!" She flailed and kept fighting, biting on his arm and trying to claw at his neck and face with her well managed nails.
 
Josiah, astonishingly, was unaffected by her attacks, even as she scratched and bit him heavily. He slammed the door open to his room, walking to his bed before throwing her down onto its covers. "Shut up! You won't be doing anything, bitch," he growled, planting his hands onto the bed and pressing himself down upon her, his muscled chest feeling her nipples harden and the bulge grinding against her jean-covered pussy.
 
Her eyes went wide. How could he....what was going on. Her father was never so aggressive before. She wanted to cry, run away, find her brother. But she was helpless. She turned her head away, pushing her hands on her fathers chest. "G-Get off...dad....please...." Her chest rubbed over his, she felt her nipples harden from the contact only adding to the shame of this situation. But then she felt something else. Something hard rubbing a spot she never wanted someone to rub. Her face turned red and shoved harder. "Y-You have to get off....I'll go change...."
 
His eyes, it seemed, began to flicker between the images of his ex-wife and his daughter, pressed against him. He saw his wife in Anna, and it angered him. But what was he doing now? Was he punishing her? Or did he only want to give her what she deserved?

"No. You'll only wear what I want you to wear, honey," Josiah replied, and slowly slid his large, firm hands over her waist, feeling the succulent skin that was... his. They went up until the tips of his fingers touched the bottom of her perky breasts, and they slipped under the little fabric she had.
 
Her hands jolted up to grab the wrist of the hand that was slowly moving to a place they shouldn't. Anna screamed and brought her knee up to kick her father in the crotch, feeling just how hard he was. She was mortified, scared. "Stop!" She kicked again as hard as she could, hitting his hard cock again. Anything to get him and his hands off.
 
Her small, dainty hands were, of course, ineffective against his larger ones, but Josiah grunted in pain as she kneed him twice, but he didn't budge. Instead, he moved his legs so that her own were spread apart, stopping her kicks and forcing her to feel the hardness of his erection even more.

"You bitch. I think . . . if anyone is going to fuck you first, it should be daddy, don't you?" he inquired, though he obviously didn't care for the answer. His hands were now able to clutch at her breasts, feeling them in his hands as he groped her, grinding his bulge against her.
 
She had to bite her lip hard, making herself bleed as she felt him grinding harder. She shook her head hard still trying to force him off. Her body was trying to give in, years of denying herself another persons touch was making her body yell at her to give in. But this was....so wrong. Why was he doing this? Her own father.

She stopped moving at his words. It took a few moments to think about those words. "NO! Daddy please....I'll be good...! I p-promise...please stop..."
 
Her words and yells only urged him on further, the pads of his fingers taking her nipples and rubbing and pulling at them without hesitation. His hips thrusted roughly, pushing his daughter against the bed a little and making her body shake. Josiah's hands expertly groped at her breasts, continuing to play with her young body.

"Daddy is going to fuck you, baby . . . I can't wait to feel my cock inside you," he whispered, smirking maliciously as he thrusted hard again.
 
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