Breaking Daughter

[DomG]

Dominic Kale loved his daughter very much and it was because he loved her as much as he did that he kept her to himself at all times. Her entire life she had lived with him, always home schooled, always sheltered, always protected from the outside world. At least that was the excuse he gave if anyone ever asked about it, after all her mother had died giving birth to her so didn't it make sense that he would work hard to protect her from anything and everything that the world could possibly through at her, who could blame him? The only people other then him who ever met her was the few people that he ever invited over for some simple dinner parties, she was always perfectly behaved and charming on those instances if a little bit shy during the times.

His lovely girl had enjoyed a very different life then most others even if you didn't consider that her father was the only person that she had any real interaction with on a regular basis. Beyond that there was the education he provided her with, for the past few years he had been exposing her to increasingly sexual material, the books she had read had become heavily tinged with adult themes, some of them bordering on smut, also she had been encouraged to watch movies from a special collection that consisted of mostly soft core porn and videos of strip teases. All this was to awaken her, he was trying to encourage her sexuality while forcible keeping her innocent, at least in a physical manner.

All of this had a single purpose, soon his lovely young daughter would be taking the place that her mother once held, operating as his slave and soon enough carrying his child. In fact as Dominic sat in his office her decided that the time had come, he had been preparing for years and in the past few weeks even more so then before. Closing out the program that he had been working on in his computer Dominic stood and stretched, his tall and fit body protesting a little because despite the work that he put into keeping himself young and fit he was growing older, already forty three years old and he wouldn't be getting any younger.

Once the last of the vertebrae had popped Dominic slowly made his way through the large home in which he lived alone with his daughter, making his way down toward the reading room where he knew she would likely been reading the latest book that he had given her for her pleasure. “My dear.” He said as he entered the room, a smile spreading across his face as he set eyes on her. “How are you today?” Nothing in his manner giving a single sign of what he had in mind, of how he would soon mark her as his for now and forever.

(A tad shorter then I would like but here we go)

 

[vallatorykarma]

Sasha Kale was the reading room her father had sent her ealier this day, now she was sitting on the comfortable couch, her back against the arm and her slender legs up in front of her, with the newest tome her father had assigned to her to read set on her legs. Her bright blue eyes sparkled from the roaring fire, and fire-red hair shined against the glow. Her eyes scanned the pages, reading the workings of some of the best romance novelists. Wishing she had a strong and burly man to protect and love her instead of a father who kept her inside and sheltered from the world.

Not that she didn't love her father, he raised her from a baby into the woman she was now. He had treated her with nothing but kindness and respect. He even let her read books that most girls her age wouldn't be allowed to touch. She smiled slightly as she thought about the book she was reading and how the main character was a burly and strong, tough and romantic man that helped a woman learn her own strenght and will to survive. She wished she had someone like that in her life, but she was content with this life. She knew Dominic had her every wish at heart and making sure she was pure still was saying something. She was shy and not very outspoken about it.

Sasha lookd up and looked at the opposite wall. A painting of a beautiful woman stared back at her, from identical eyes. Sasha sighed, her and looked down at the tanktop she was wearing, one that empazized her firm c breasts. Touching the locket that hung to her clevage, she smiled, it had been the woman in the painting's; her mother's.

She wondered what it would be like if she was still alive, what it would be like to have her cheeks cupped by her mother, the warm hugs and embraces that her father couldn't quite give her. She shook her head and sighed, before setting her book down and walking over to the painting. Sasha placed one hand on the painting, just as the door opend. In walked her father, and Sasha had a guilty look on her face, she knew she was supposed to be reading and she quickly turned around, her hands behind her back. "I am well, Father. How abou yourself?" She asked him, hoping he wouldn't notice.

 

[DomG]

The guilty look on her face was clear as day to Dominic and it was very much clear to him what she had been up too. What his daughter didn't know about her mother was the most important part of her fathers relationship with her. Sasha believed that her father and her mother had been very much in love and even married, something Dominic had encouraged when in truth her mother had just been his slave, someone whom he had fucked and through a fluke of failed contraceptives impregnated. True he had been fond of her, something he was reminded of every time he looked at Sasha because of how much she resembled her mother but it was hardly something he would have called love... still in order to encourage the illusion he had put up the painting of her mother.

Clicking his tongue a little bit Dominic smirked as he walked towards Sasha, amusement evident in his eyes. With a finger under her chin he lightly lifted her to look into his eyes and leaned down to brush his lips over hers, hardly a fatherly kiss but it was as innocent as possible, innocence that would soon be gone from their relationship. “Enjoying your reading my dear?” He teased with a little chuckle, normally he would gently reprimand her for getting distracted from her assigned reading but today he didn't really mind, let her have a little bit of fun for now. Turning his head a little he looked at the painting, a faint smile on his face now. “She really was lovely wasn't she Sasha... you look so much like she did at your age, maybe even more beautiful.” Looking back down at her he knew that it wasn't a maybe, her mother at the age of eighteen couldn't compare to a seventeen year old Sasha.

“Well tonight I have something special for you my dear, I want you to take the rest of the day off and relax however you like, enjoy yourself.” He encouraged her with a smile. “I have left a little present for you on your bed... at seven o'clock sharp you will join me in my bedroom wearing what I have bought for you... and I will be disappointed if you are late.” He warned before favoring her with another kiss to the top of her head and then turning sharply and departing the room, moving up to his own bedroom to prepare for the night that was to come.


(and image of the gift, NSFW http://catwalkfashion.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/bridal-lingerie.jpg )

 

[vallatorykarma]

Ashley was shocked as her father laid a simple kiss on her lips. He used to kiss her forehead and on the lips as a young girl but never as adult. she stammered as the question was asked, "Well..I um..uh.." She didn't know what to say. When he chuckled, she knew that she was in the clear, he was dissappointed but not entirely upset with her. She allowed herself to smile slightly, while she watched him walk over to the picture and commented about how pretty the lovely woman was. "Yes, she is." She murmured softly, and turned to look at the picture. deciding to be laconic. Her father must have loved her dearly and missed her even more. The way he looked and the tone he had when he spoke of her only proved this point. She blushed at the compliment and smiled. She never got used to him complimenting her.

Dominic told her to take the rest of the night off, and she looked at her book, she still had one and a half more chapters to read. She would finish them tonight before having her fun. "Thank you Father," She smiled slightly again. "I will be in your room as you have asked at Seven." Sasha hugged him tightly before he left her standing in front of her mothers picture. "I wish you were here mother, I need some guidance." She walked back to her book and continued to read.

The old grandfather clock struck the half hour. She looked up, it had been three thirty when she had looked at it last. Now it was five. She sighed, between her book and the crackling of the fire, time had gotten away from her. Putting writing down how many pages she read in the journal her father made her keep, she closed the book and stood. Sasha stretched and looked one last time at the picture of her mother before she wandered down the hall to sit in the sun room. A Victorian Gothic style chair was pushed up against the bay window. The sun was beginning to set, and Sasha sat in it, her back straight. Looking around the room she immagined that her mother must have spent some time in this room. She smiled and rose after a few minutes. Above the hearth there was another picture of her mother, this time as a young woman. Sasha walked slowly over and took off her locket, placing it lovingly in front of the picture. Smiling she left the room to take a bubble bath.

Two doors down on the left from the reading room was the expansive black and red tiled bathroom. Everything matched the floor, black bathub and red and black towels. Sasha loved to take her baths in this particular room. It had an energy that radiated through it that both comforted her and calmed her.

Filling the tub with hot water and adding rose and vanilla bubble bath, Sasha stripped and lowered herself into the water, sighing. Her hair was pulled up in a bun that fanned over her shoulders, making her look both majestically beautiful. Sasha closed her eyes and rapidly fell asleep. The smell of the bubble bath calming her and the water lulling her to sleep was a bad idea, especially since she had an hour and a half left of free time. She was tired. Waking up early in the morning had taken its toll on her.

The grandfather clock tolled down the hall seven times. Sasha bolted up right, shivering, the water had gone cold and all the bubbles had left. She stood and drained the tub before rinsing herself off and washing her hair. Drying her hair and body, she rushed to her room. Multitasking had been one of her gifts since childhood, so she now brushed and braided her hair while pulling on the white lacey outfit on her bed. It was only on her way out the door that she realized it was a skimpy little thing ment for lovers. She sighed, now was not the time.

Sasha barely ran dow the halls and up the stairs, she steadied her breathing and knocked on the door. "Father? May I enter?" She asked softly,but audible. Knowing he would be cross with her for not making it in time. Looking down at her clothes again, she felt naked. She waited for a reply.