The soft clink of the keys dropping to the hardwood floor was the most terrifying sound I’d heard in my life.

I twisted on the bed, my silk sheet sliding seductively over my bare curves. It didn’t even register. I was too freaked out about reaching the keys. It was hopeless, of course. The handcuffs were looped around the iron bars of my headboard, impossibly far from the floor. Stupid? Maybe, but here I was.

Shit! Now what?

I had to keep it together. Forcing my muscles to unclench and my body to ease back onto the bed, I breathed deeply, trying to calm my racing heart. Maybe I could roll to pick them up with my feet, which were unbound. It didn’t take much figuring to realize that’d never work. The barred headboard, which I’d asked for specifically for cuffing myself to, even if my parents didn’t realize it, was in the way. I was limber, but a girl had her limits.

Some other harebrained plans came to me and were tossed aside just as fast. I was stuck. Trapped. Royally fucked. All I could do was wait for someone to come home and call to them for help. Then try to explain what the hell I was up to.

Shit!

Ever since I was little, I’d loved being tied up. If we played cowboys and indians, I was the captured squaw, the kidnapped farm girl. In cops and robbers, the hostage, the imprisoned burglar. My friends loved it since they didn’t want to be the ones trapped, and I loved it because I did.

We got older, and suddenly wanting to be tied up was weird. There were some really awkward moments before I figured that out. We just didn’t play like that anymore, so without anyone to turn to, I did it myself. Nothing I couldn’t get out of. Ropes around my legs, or one wrist to my bed. Just something wound around my torso to help me feel safe at night. I didn’t really understand it yet, but that came with time.

So here I was, eighteen, heading to college in the fall, having to figure out how to hide this from my future roommate. I’d never shown anyone. My mom had no idea, my stepfather never caught on, not even my best friends knew. It was private and something I’d managed just fine on my own. Until now.

I couldn’t believe I’d been so sloppy. The key’d never fallen before. Did I shake the bed? I didn’t think so, but something made those keys fall. The sound as they rattled against the headboard before hitting the floor played over and over in my head.

Fuck, that sound was sexy. Even trapped, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It was hard to not rub my thighs together, craving the release I couldn’t have until I was free. I’d set my alarm clock, and the rule was that I couldn’t unlock the cuffs until it rang. A half hour maybe. A whole hour if I really wanted to torture myself. Today it was forty-five minutes, a happy medium. Waiting was agony, but the reward was so sweet. Or it would have been if I hadn’t dropped the stupid keys.

Totally stuck, and it was the biggest turn-on of my life. For the first time it was real. It was what I’d always dreamt of, to not be in control, to know my release could only come by the help of others. But goddamn was it going to be hard to explain. I didn’t know what to do, even as I ground my thighs together and wiggled on the bed. At least the sheet covered my naughty bits.

The alarm clock went off. Oh God... Now I wasn’t only stuck, I had the damn ringing going off too. This time I could reach with my feet, but once I was twisted around and touching it, there was no easy way to shut it off. My toes weren’t that agile.

I sighed. Fuck it.

Winding up the best I could, I kicked, hoping my years on the soccer team would be enough. The clock smashed against the wall with a crash, the angry ringing shutting off immediately as the flimsy plastic casing shattered. Little bits of clock scattered all over my bedroom floor.

Relieved, I unwound back to a more comfortable position. The slippery silk sheets didn’t follow, and instead slid right off me, off the bed and pooled on the floor.

No, no, no, no...

Great. Cuffed. Naked. Alone. Horny as hell. “Kaylee? You okay up there?”

And that was all I needed to make my day complete. Of all people, it had to be Luke, my stepfather. It couldn’t have been Mom, or even my dopey brother. No, it had to be the man of the house, the stern disciplinarian, the... well, the tall, slightly graying, devastatingly handsome man with those big strong hands, hands I’d wanted on me for a long time.

There was a rush between my legs as I closed my eyes, just briefly imagining what I wanted him to do to me when he found me naked and stuck. Stroking up the insides of my thighs, putting soft kisses on my little breasts, putting his full, masculine lips against mine.

I almost cried in frustration, even as I heard his heavy footsteps come up the stairs. I was crazy. My fantasies were crazy. He was my stepfather. Daddy. You just didn’t think that way about family, and if he ever found out, well... I remembered the tanning I got when he’d caught me stealing earrings at the mall when I was thirteen. If he wasn’t afraid to do it then, I could fully imagine him taking me over his knee now too, even though I was technically an adult.

Oh God. That didn’t sound so bad, really, now that I thought about it. Stop it, Kaylee! He was about to come in and here I was writhing on the bed and imagining dirty, depraved, forbidden things about him. I was sick in the head. I had to be.

The door creaked when he turned the handle. “Daddy! Wait!”

“You alright? I heard a crash. Why was your alarm going off in the afternoon?” I swallowed nervously. “Yeah. I’m okay. Sorta.”

“What’s that mean? Kaylee, what’s going on?”

“I... I need help, but I don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

“It’s... it’s not drugs is it? We’ll work it out, Princess, I promise.” Seriously? “No, Dad, it’s not drugs. Give me some credit, huh?” “I’m coming in.”

What? No, I’m not...

He stopped dead when he saw me, his hand still on the handle and his jaw nearly on the floor. His gaze smouldered as he took in my naked and vulnerable form. For just a couple of seconds, his expression was pure lust before he quickly made his expression neutral, as if he’d just realized who he was looking at. He couldn’t neutralize the large bulge in his pants, though.

“Hi, Dad.” I’m pretty sure my blush went all the way down. “I... I lost the keys.

Under my bed.” I shut my eyes tightly. “Oh, shit.”

“Language, Princess.” Just like him. Here I was, stretched out nude, immobilized, and that was the first thing he mentioned. Then it was as if he suddenly realized what state I was in. Hurriedly, he picked up the sheet from next to my bed and spread it over me.

The soft silk didn’t do much to hide my shape, but at least I was covered, even if my nipples poked proudly through the thin fabric. Part of me hoped he didn’t notice, but that other part, the naughty one, prayed that he did.

His gaze flitted around the room, anywhere but on me. Red in the face and shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to another, he didn’t know what to do. He always knew what to do. He did what was right, what was proper, but there was really nothing proper about this situation. It may have been the first time I’d seen him like that. I did that to him, I thought proudly.

“There are keys. Under the bed, by the headboard. They fell off. If you could...”

“Of course!” I think he was just happy to have an action to take, something to do. The bed shook when he crawled under it, his solid frame a bit too big. He was a broad-chested man, fit and strong. Oh, the times I’d fantasized about my face against that chest, his curly hairs tickling my cheek. Shit. Not the time, Kaylee.

“Got’em.” The bed shook again as he shimmied back out.

I squeezed my thighs together and wished it was the both of us making the bed shake. God, why did I have to have those thoughts? I already knew what I’d be doing as soon as he left the room, and it would be a good one.

We both breathed sighs of relief when he unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists, feeling the slightly pink tracks left behind, then sat up. I clutched the silk sheet around me. He probably thought it was modesty, but I did my best to make them tight. I wanted him to look at me like he had when he first entered the room.

You’re being naughty, my mind chided. Little girls aren’t supposed to want their daddies. I couldn’t help it. This little girl did, even if it was wrong.

“So.” He paused, as if bracing himself. “You want to talk about this?” “Not really?” I just wanted him out of the room so I could bury my fingers between my legs.

“Do you do this often?” So much for not wanting to talk about it. I sighed. “Sometimes? It’s never gone wrong before.”

“Listen. Kaylee.” He gathered his thoughts, mulling them over. “What if there’d been a fire? A break-in. Even just us working late. You could have been stuck for hours.” His turn to sigh. “Or worse.”

I kept quiet. It wasn’t even like he was wrong, but practicality and sensibility weren’t sexy. I just wanted him to tear his clothes off, rip away my sheet and take me as I was. Hopefully, he didn’t see my blush as I imagined his broad, hard body over mine, pushing himself into me. Oh God. I shouldn’t be thinking these things.

“I’m not one to dictate what you do to... well, what you do. But I want you to be safe. I love you, Princess. So from now on, I don’t want you doing this if I’m not home.” He took the handcuffs and slipped them into his pocket, along with the keys. “Come ask when you need to.” With that, he got up and left the room.

His pants still bulged, and as I watched the door close I wondered if he was off to do the same thing I was about to. Just the thought sent a shiver through me. And now that he had the cuffs? I could always get a new pair, but this way I’d be telling him every time I intended to get off. That was so fucking embarrassing and hot at the same time.

Throwing off the sheet, I spread my legs wide and put my hands to work. Pinching my nipples while I rubbed my swollen clit, I imagined they were his fingers all over me. In my mind, he fucked me roughly, stabbing his thick cock into me. I came almost immediately, moaning as I arched my back clear off the bed.

It wasn’t until I collapsed, exhausted, that it occurred to me that he might have heard me. Or maybe he was busy taking care of his lump. Either way, I almost started all over. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I asked for the cuffs.

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“Why do you do it?”

I thought he’d just lend me the cuffs. Instead, he insisted on locking me up himself, to make sure it was done safely. I couldn’t quite imagine how I would have done it unsafely, but if it got him closer to me, I wasn’t going to argue. He let me go first to get under the sheets, and then he followed and cuffed my hands to the headboard with two satisfying clicks.

Why do I do it? It was a tough question to answer. Why did he want to know right now? “I dunno?” My pussy was already getting wet under the silk sheet and my nipples poked through, crinkled up into hard pebbles. There was no way he didn’t notice this time, and my breath came faster knowing that.

“I like feeling helpless, I guess? Maybe a little exposed?” I bit my lip. “It’s a space to fantasize in.” Ask me about what. I dare you. Had he asked, I might have spilled. What would he have done? Of course, he didn’t.

He looked good today, a white dress shirt tight across his muscled chest, a couple of buttons open to show a little skin. Suit pants, as if he had a meeting today with someone important. I’m pretty important. He could meet with me any time he wanted.

Dropping the keys into his pants pocket, he turned to leave. “Let me know if I can do anything to help. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Holy shit. Had that meant what I thought it did? It couldn’t, could it? He meant if I began to hurt or something, right? The rest of the hour was spent imagining all the ways Daddy could help me, making me desperate to get my hands free take care of business.

We continued this game for several weeks. To begin with, I only asked him every few days. By the last week, it was every single day, and it was only my embarrassment that kept me from asking multiple times in a day. I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t dare do anything until I was sure he felt the same way.

What I did know was that every time he left the room rock hard, the telltale bulge in his pants preceded him out the door.

Today was like any other. Cuffed and naked under my sheet. I’d found I could get just a little stimulation if I trapped the silky material between my thighs and rubbed them together, making the smooth fabric slide over my sensitive clit. It wasn’t much, but I went crazy trying to make more of it, twisting and turning as far as the cuffs would let me.

Suddenly there was a soft click, and my right hand was free. What? I examined the cuff. It hadn’t latched properly. My first thought was to reattach it, but then I remembered Daddy’s erection when he’d left the room. Maybe he was...

Curiosity got the better of me. Wrapping the sheet around me, I opened my door as quietly as I could and sneaked down the hallway. At the top of the stairs, I listened. There, a sound. A moan? It came from his bedroom. Holy shit.

With quiet steps I approached his door. It wasn’t fully shut, so very carefully, I nudged it further open. He was on the bed, stark naked, fisting his huge cock. As if hypnotized, I stared at his large hand skimming up and down the slippery shaft while he moaned. My nipples tightened and warmth rushed through me, like a blush or a fever. This was so hot.

He whispered words, difficult to make out. Sometimes one or two were audible. “Yeah,” or “Suck it.” Things like that. I wanted him to tell me those things. To hear him say them to his little girl. I’d be his little whore if he wanted me to. Anything he wanted.

I rubbed myself frantically as his strokes sped up. His hips pushed off the bed, and I knew he was getting close. I’d never seen a guy shoot before, and I watched with wide open eyes, determined not to miss a thing while I rapidly approached my own finish, my breaths coming faster and heavier.

“Fuck. Fuck! Take it, Kaylee. All over your face.” The first spurt jetted out of him, a thick arc of white that splashed onto his chest. Another followed and another. Each one slightly shorter, slightly smaller until the last of it slid lazily out of the tip and onto his clutching fingers.

I exploded, biting my lip, trying desperately not to make a sound. Turning away from the crack in the door, I pressed my back against the wall and shook, coming hard on my hand, tears in the corners of my eyes. He wants me.

At that moment I knew I could make my fantasies real and I didn’t care how taboo they were. There was no turning back now. I was going to fuck Daddy.

Slipping back to my room, as quickly and quietly as I could, I arranged myself on the bed, leaving the sheet at my waist, exposing my breasts. I’d always wished them to be bigger, but they were what I had. I wrapped the cuffs back around the headboard and locked my wrist in place. I would to use my newfound information for all it was worth.

The wait for him to return seemed to last forever. I replayed the scene in his bedroom over and over in my mind. I’d gotten off outside his door, but I was ready to go again, my pussy tingling. I’d never been so frustrated at not being able to touch myself.

When the door finally opened I was squirming, rubbing my thighs together. His eyes went to my bare breasts immediately, and I couldn’t hold back a smile as I watched him swallow and blush. The bulge returned too.

“Daddy, do you want to join me?”