Southern Comforts Pt. 13

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13.

The Ties That Bind

The smell of flowers filled the bathroom. The tub was full almost to overflowing, and a nest of sweet bubbles rose right up to the edge. The rain outside continued, unceasing; through the high windows, Lexi could see that the world was a darkened twilight.

To compensate for that, the bathroom lights were turned down low, and now it was awash with soft, golden light. Lexi stood in the doorway, cool and dripping from the rain while Daddy ran the water and filled it with frothing bubbles. Taking control of what Lexi could wear had gone so far as to include even a towel now, and even though she was a touch cold from the dampness in her hair and the slight breeze sneaking in, Lexi was told to stand and wait, and she did as she was told.

Daddy filled the tub as quick as both faucets could, and finally cut the taps off; the room was getting warmer, and condensation was thick on the mirror and bubbling on the tile floor. He stepped into the water, his skin glowing in the golden light. He was stained and coated with white froth as he stepped in, and when he turned around Lexi could see his cock, soft and limp, taunting her before he sank into the water—some spilled over the side, splashing and splattering on the tile floor, but Daddy took no notice of it.

“Come in now,” he said, raising one soap-coated arm towards her.

Lexi remembered her own words that day about her desire for a hot bath, but she hadn’t expected it to come true in this fashion. “B-but we took a shower this morning, Daddy—”

“We’re here because you wanted a bath.” Daddy smirked and gestured again. “Come in.”

Lexi licked her lips and approached on bare feet. Somehow she felt more naked, stripped of everything in front of him, even the power to resist or disobey. Lexi couldn’t resist him anymore, not that she’d had much reason or desire to anyway. Catching sight of herself in the fogged-over mirror, her cloudy reflection looked small, pale, tiny in comparison to him and the huge tub he waited in, like an emperor sitting on his throne.

When she stepped into the water, Lexi hissed and winced at its heat, as if her pale skin might blister. But she still obeyed all the same: taking his offered hand in hers, she sank into the hot brew, with bubbles so thick and high they coated her breasts and neck as she went to her knees in front of him. “H-here I am, Daddy,” she said, feeling shy all over again.

“Good girl.” Daddy let go of her hand. He reached up to her shoulders, setting a soapy hand on each. Then, before she could resist, he pushed her under the surface.

Lexi had time to gasp before soap and scalding water flowed over her—it was so hot she wanted to gasp again at the intense heat of it, but managed not to until he quickly pulled her up again. Lexi’s eyes were wide and her face felt flushed as she stared at him, startled and afraid, swiping the bubbles from her face instinctively.

Daddy smiled. “That’s better.” He slid a hand across her soaked scalp, pushing the bubbles away, smoothing her wet hair back into place. Then he pulled her to him and into his lap, against his chest; bubbles hissed and popped around them. The smell of lavender was thick in the air, tinged with a hint of fresh sweat. His lips were moist with it and Lexi licked her own, as if she could taste another one of his kisses already,

Lexi was breathing softly as she settled into the warm crook of his lap and on his thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment. The air was so hot and humid it felt like breathing through a damp cloth. The touch of his skin to hers was like fire, but Lexi already knew she was completely burned by him—he’d branded her, claimed her, put his mark on her and in her. Lexi was his now. She would always belong to him.

“Touch me, baby,” Daddy said.

Immediately, Lexi’s hand felt blindly through the water until she found his belly and slid her fingers down to the soft, silken flesh between his legs. She closed her hand around it, gently pulling and playing with it, taking her time but being attentive as well. “Like this, Daddy?” She spoke softly, her voice tiny, gentle and compliant.

“Mmm, yes.” He took a deep breath of the scented air and let it out again. “Just like that, baby girl.”

Lexi bit her lip. After just three days, so much between them has changed and would never be the same. Simple, luckless, loveless Alexis was gone—now, she was the hot, hungry, naked Lexi, her Daddy’s baby girl for good. She just never thought that she could be pulled in so deep and quickly as she had been…but she couldn’t deny wanting to be pulled in, either. “Does it feel good, Daddy?”

Daddy chuckled and gently pushed her head down to kiss the crown of her head. Lexi could feel his breath creep through her wet locks, feel his mouth against her scalp, searing into her flesh. “Yes, baby girl, it does.”

Lexi bit her lip harder bursa escort and nodded. His dick was still soft in her hand, thickening slowly from her teasing. “Do you like that I’m the one touching you, Daddy?”

“Yes I do, Lexi. You’re my baby girl now.” He pressed another kiss to the crown of her head, anointing her like fire. As he did, his voice changed—it became rougher, darker; Lexi felt like he was dipping her into a pit of liquid flame. “Now you’re Daddy’s little cocksucker, my fuck-toy, my sweet slut. You didn’t count on becoming mine when you accepted my invitation, did you?”

Lexi gasped, as much from the power of his words as from how lewd and crass they were. She bit her lip and shook her head, unable to speak even while her mind was racing.

His hands cupped her breasts, toying with her nipples. “You love fucking Daddy you—don’t you, Lexi?”

Lexi took a hard breath, squeezing his cock in her fingers; she felt the muscle tense and swell in her grip, filling out again. “Y-yes, Daddy!”

“Say it,” he commanded, applying gentle pressure to her nipples. “You love it when I fuck you.”

“I—! I-I love you when you fuck me, Daddy!” Lexi licked her lips again and felt a tightening in her chest, a burning heat rekindle between her legs. “Fuck, Daddy, I do love it, I love it so much.”

“You really didn’t count on getting addicted, did you, baby girl?” Daddy’s voice slid into her ears and coiled around her brain like a serpent, burning away any thoughts but him, of satisfying him, of pleasing him and fucking him. She was his baby girl.

“No, Daddy.” Lexi again remembered Mia’s warnings on the beach, of just how deep her addiction to Daddy could go. Now saw just how right Mia had been, and what’s more, Lexi was more excited than she’d ever thought she could be. Daddy’s cock was filling out again, twitching in her hand, eager and hungry. Her nipples were aching from his fingers, a throbbing burn that was just a blush away from painful. “Are y-you going to fuck me again already, Daddy?” Lexi took a shuddering breath. She was burning up, trying to inhale but never quite getting a full breath.

“Not just yet.” Daddy let go of her breasts, relieving her of that torment. “Have I not fucked you enough already?” He smirked when he said it.

“Y-yes, Daddy… Or no.” Lexi licked a spot of sweat from her upper lip. “I-I don’t know, Daddy.” She heaved again for a full breath, feeling hot both inside and out. The steaming water left Lexi tingling while Daddy’s voice, his hands, his closeness all made it harder to think or concentrate on anything. “Daddy, I… I can’t—”

“Hush, baby girl.”

Lexi only had enough time to take another breath before his hands were pulling her even closer, higher atop his lap. His skin felt hotter than before while his cock pressed hard against her belly, twitching, straining. She thought his breathing sounded more ragged than before, yet he didn’t urge her to take him inside her. It was frustrating enough to make her want to weep. “Daddy—!”

“Remember this, baby girl,” Daddy said, cutting her off.

“R-remember?” Lexi blinked the sweat out of her eyes. “Remember what?”

“How hungry you are right now,” he said. While he curled his hands about her forearms, turning her around in the tub, facing her away from him, he continued: “I’m teaching you to be hungry for my touch all the time. That’s what I want, more than anything.” His belly and chest were slippery and slick at Lexi’s back while his fingers dug into her thighs and pulled them so wide apart that she cried out.

“Daddy! Mmmmmmm!”

“You were made for me—just for your Daddy,” he said, voice like molten magma in her ear, hot enough to make her melt.

Lexi swallowed, gulping with each breath.

“Daddy owns your mouth, baby. I own your little pussy. I own your tight ass. You’re Daddy’s whore now—the prettiest, hungriest, dirtiest whore I could ever want. I want you to need my cock inside you, to need my cum dripping out of every hole you got.” Daddy was out of breath himself by the end, but he had just enough left to growl one last time: “Don’t you ever forget that. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy, oh yes, Daddy, please, yes, fuck, Daddy, yes!” Lexi was babbling and she knew it, but the hot water of the bath, his magic words, her arousal and his own, it all melted together inside of her and drove her mad. She could feel his cock against her ass, throbbing, twitching, aching. “I want it, Daddy, want your cock inside me again. I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy! I… I…!” When she felt his swollen dick against her pulsing asshole, Lexi cried real, actual sobs. “Yes, Daddy, fuck my little ass again! Fuck it, Daddy, it’s yours. Please, oh fuck, please fuck me again! Oh! Oh fuck! Fuck!”

Daddy pushed her forward into the frothing bubbles and Lexi grabbed hold of the hard, smooth edge of the tub as his larger body bursa escort bayan rose over her like a vengeful shade, so dark and full of desire. The delicious, wonderful sense of fullness came over Lexi again as he began to penetrate her, using the slippery lubrication of the soapy water and clinging bubbles as his cock slithered into the hungry void of her backside again. “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck yes! Daddy! Daddyyyyyyy!” Lexi’s asshole squeezed and tightened around his luscious shaft. When he could go no farther and her bottom was pressed tight to his thighs, she arched her back and shuddered. “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you! You feel so good in my ass, Daddy. I love your cock, love you fucking me, love it, I love it!” Lexi was out of breath but shook and cried anyhow, delirious, swollen with pleasure around his cock.

She could feel him leaning down over her body, feel one hand sliding up her back and into her wet hair. “I know, baby girl,” Daddy said, speaking low and slow. “And you’re going to love craving my dick.” He slid his other hand over the curve of her penetrated bottom, fingers splayed wide, making no effort to move or to hurry. It was as if he was enjoying the feeling of her sweet sphincter flexing and pulling around him, fucking him in the slowest way possible.

“Love it, Daddy,” Lexi whispered, breathless and spent, while at the same time so full of energy and need she wanted to fuck him all night. Lexi clutched the tub’s edge tight with both hands and slid up his wonderfully-hard shaft and back down it again, savoring that fullness again, groaning at how far she had to go to feel his thighs to hers again. Lexi wriggled her hips in place, gasping and gasped aloud. “Love you fucking me. Love you in my ass… Fuck, I didn’t know you could feel this good.”

Daddy gave a raspy chuckle and squeezed her ass tight in both his hands. “I’m glad you like it.”

Lexi’s laugh was soft, more a whisper than anything else. “I love it when you fuck me, Daddy,” she said, repeating her words from earlier while rocking her hips slowly, stroking his hot Daddy-dick with the muscles of her throbbing backside. “Looove it.” Closing her eyes, Lexi kept moving, kept trying to please him. More water sloshed and spilled over the side, splashing onto the slippery floor. She licked her lips and took another hot, steamy breath.

Daddy gave a rough, growling noise and tightened his fingers in the curve of her hips, fingertips sinking into her pliant, soapy flesh while he began to move faster, drive harder, fuck deeper.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, fuck yes!” Lexi’s shoulders trembled and she snarled her praises from between her teeth. The pleasure and pressure inside her was so intense and so good, and Lexi started grunting with him, in time with his thrusts and gasps for air. For one glorious set of moments, father and daughter were a single being, joined in flesh and purpose and the need for pleasure. It was brutal, rough, and far too short, but Lexi wanted it to last forever.

Sadly, it couldn’t. Daddy raised one hand and brought it down across one half of Lexi’s bottom hard enough to sting, then did the same with the other. A pair of hot, burning brands marked her ass for a moment and Lexi whined from the heat before it became a loud, groaning rush when he pushed in so, so deep.

“Cumming! Daddy’s cumming!” he said, hands trembling.

Lexi felt his legs tremble, felt Daddy’s legs push tight to hers, and heard his long, deep sigh as he began to cum again. She squeezed her eyes tight, bit her lip, and tensed up her body as his next deposit of seed was poured into her—it was one more mark, one more invisible score into her flesh. Several moments later, Daddy withdrew and sank back into the tub again. Lexi did the same, easing down into the hot water as muscles tensed and spasmed and she took a long, calming breath—or started to, until she felt Daddy’s hand in her hair, pulling her towards him. She gasped and found herself back in his lap again, trembling, staring at him with wide, surprised eyes. “D-Daddy?”

Daddy didn’t speak at first, but swiped a tongue across his lips. Then he kissed her—it was harsh and hungry, and his mouth had a hint of salty sweat. Daddy’s hands clung to her, grabbing her butt, squeezing it tight again in his fingers.

Lexi broke the kiss to give a shaky laugh. “You really do like my ass that much, don’t you, Daddy?” She raised her slippery arms to set her hands on his shoulders while rocking her hips, grinding her bottom against his hands. “Is my Daddy an addict, too?”

“To you? Always.” Daddy sounded like he was content for the moment, but Lexi didn’t dare for a moment think he was satisfied—not after the appetite he’d shown since their arrival.

With a teasing little smile, Lexi wriggled out of his lap and pulled away, making sure to give him an eyeful of her round, slippery ass while crossing the tub. “Then I shouldn’t tease you with it, should escort bursa I?” She wiggled her backside to and fro, watching his eyes lock onto it; she could practically see his nostrils flare and synapses firing as he fixated on it.

“No, I suppose not,” he said with a hint of a smile, eyes still intent on the soap-stained cheeks, peeking above the frothing mess of bubbles.

“And I shouldn’t get out of the tub without permission…should I, Daddy?” Lexi’s voice got softer and her smile got wider, her tone more devilish, as she slowly pushed up with both hands, rising up through the cloud of thick suds. It seemed that she could feel every bubble, every trickle of moisture as they slithered down her bare flesh, desperate to escape before she stood up.

Daddy’s eyes leapt upwards, locking onto hers. “Definitely not.” He pushed up to his feet, and somehow managed to look both dominant and intimidating—the tiniest bit frightening, even—in spite of how he was touched with white froth from his chest to his knees, dripping into the water below. His cock, object of her heart’s most devilish desires, was soft and dark amidst the clinging bubbles.

Lexi didn’t step out, for in truth, she didn’t want to leave the tub. Once again, she’d teased the beast inside him into coming out, and now she stared at him over her shoulder, ass still pushed out, biting on her lip. She resisted a shudder as he stepped closer, his eyes locked with hers, feeling a shock of energy send her stomach for a flip when he came right up next to her.

For a long, breathless moment, they stared into each other’s eyes.

Then Daddy brought the flat of his hand across one of her wet cheeks.

Lexi gasped aloud: “Daddy!”

Again he struck, soap and water making the loud smack sting right down through her thighs, and up into the hot core of her belly. It’d been years since Daddy had spanked her for anything, and now it made her knees tremble, made Lexi curl her fingers tighter about the edge of the tub. Daddy didn’t have to command Lexi—she just instinctively knew to face away, to raise her bare ass up higher and to spread her legs apart. She was rewarded by a low, near-imperceptible growl at the back of her father’s throat, and then he continued.

As the spanking continued, in-between every second or third his strikes, Daddy ran his fingers between her legs, stroking her clit, pussy and asshole, teasing her back just as good as she teased him.

Lexi started making harsh, deep noises in her throat that were lower than whimpers, harder than mewling moans, more raw and wicked than the hottest cry she’d ever made, even for him. Her arousal was a primal force inside of her, tossing and turning in her chest, turning to liquid desire between her legs.

“Mmm, Daddy!” Lexi pushed up on her toes to present herself even more to him, if that was even possible. The urge to do so was so strong that she found it impossible to resist it while her bottom throbbed and trembled. This was beyond any line they’d crossed together on this trip so far, and Lexi was savoring every second of it.

Daddy curled a hand into Lexi’s hair, making her gasp and pick her head up higher. When his hand came down harder across her bottom, the sound was so loud in the bathroom, but Lexi didn’t care. She also didn’t care how loud she was in that moment, either—in that place, Lexi could be as loud as she pleased. She wailed and cried out with every heavy slap, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling tears slipping free—however hot his discipline was, it did still hurt. Daddy took his time turning her ass a deep, ruddy crimson. At last, he pulled Lexi up by her hair and growled into her ear. “Shall I punish you more, baby girl?”

“N-no Daddy,” Lexi gasped. “God, sweet f-fuck, no! Please no more! I’ll be good, Daddy!” Sweet, holy fuck, was she ever wet. She was so fucking wet that Lexi was sure she’d start melting soon. “I’ll be good, you…y-you don’t have to punish me again!”

“The fuck I don’t,” Daddy said, moving around behind her. “I’ll punish you whenever I like.” He went down to his knees and pulled her down by her hair; as they both sank into the water, Lexi hissed and whined again at the heat of it on her tender backside.

There was a sudden, loud humming sound, and it so startled Lexi that she cried out in shock before she felt the water start churning around her. Her eyes darted to own side and she saw Daddy’s hand near a silver button, set into the side of the tub.

Daddy had turned on the hot tub’s jets.

Lexi could feel his hands behind her, moving her, pulling her into some place that he wanted her to go. “D-daddy! What’re you doing now?”

She heard a whisper of a chuckle in her ear. “Don’t be afraid, baby girl. I won’t hurt you again—I promise.” In spite of the smile in his voice and his soft, tender kiss behind her ear, Lexi felt her heart quicken all the same. She felt one of the spraying jets under the surface as Daddy urged her over it, and for a moment it was hot and soothing as the gentle massage soothed her between her legs “You fucked me so hard, Daddy,” she whispered. “And you spanked me, too! Mm.” Lexi licked her lips. “It was good.”