Daddy'S Sex Toy

The funeral had ended hours ago, but the silence in the big house still felt heavy.

I stood in the middle of the living room, wearing the same black dress I'd worn to bury my mother. It was too tight now or maybe I'd just lost too much weight in the last two weeks. At nineteen, I had nowhere else to go. No grandparents. No aunts or uncles who wanted responsibility. Just him.

Alexander Voss. My stepfather.

He sat on the leather couch across from me, one leg crossed over the other, looking every bit the powerful man he was. Fortytwo years old, broad shoulders filling out his tailored black shirt, dark hair with the slightest silver at the temples, and those piercing gray eyes that always seemed to see too much. He'd built a tech empire from nothing. Now he was worth more money than I could even imagine.

"You don't have to decide tonight, Ava," he said, voice low and calm. "But the offer stands."

I swallowed hard. "You're really okay with me staying here? After... everything?"

A small smile touched his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "This is your home now. I promised your mother I'd take care of you."

Take care of me.

The words should have felt comforting. Instead, they sent a strange shiver down my spine.

I'd always called him Daddy out of respect even after Mom married him when I was fourteen. He never corrected me. Never told me to stop. And lately... lately the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention had started to feel different.

He stood up slowly, towering over my 5'4" frame. "It's late. Go upstairs and get some rest. We'll talk more tomorrow."

I nodded and turned to leave, but his voice stopped me at the doorway.

"Ava."

I glanced back.

His eyes dragged slowly down my body, lingering on the way the black dress hugged my curves, before returning to my face. "If you need anything anything at all my door is always open."

The way he said it made heat bloom low in my belly. I hated how my thighs pressed together instinctively.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, the old habit slipping out before I could stop it.

Something dark flashed in his eyes. "Good girl."

I fled upstairs before he could see how red my cheeks had become.

My old bedroom looked exactly the same as when I'd left for college soft pink walls, fairy lights, the big canopy bed. But everything felt different now. Smaller. Like I didn't belong in the innocent version of myself anymore.

I stripped out of the dress and stood in front of the fulllength mirror in just my black lace bra and panties. My breasts were full and heavy, waist tiny, hips flaring out in a way that made boys at college stare. But tonight I felt exposed. Vulnerable.

I needed to relax.

From the bottom drawer of my nightstand, I pulled out the small pink vibrator I'd bought online last semester my dirty little secret. No one knew. Not even my best friend.

I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and turned it on low. The buzz against my clit made me bite my lip to stay quiet. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander... to strong hands. To a deep voice calling me babygirl. To the way Alexander Daddy had looked at me downstairs.

My breathing grew faster. The vibrator pressed harder.

I didn't hear the door open.

I didn't realize I wasn't alone until a large shadow fell over me.

My eyes flew open.

Alexander stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach drop.

The vibrator was still buzzing loudly between my slick folds.

For a long second, neither of us moved.

Then he spoke, voice rough and dangerously calm.

"Turn it off, Ava."

My hand trembled as I obeyed, the sudden silence deafening.

He stepped closer, eyes raking over my nearly naked body the way my nipples poked against the lace, the wet spot darkening my panties, my flushed cheeks.

"I thought I told you to rest," he murmured.

"I... I couldn't sleep," I whispered, trying to close my legs.

"Don't." The single word was soft, but it carried the weight of an order.

I froze.

He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his expensive cologne mixed with something darker pure male hunger.

"You've been walking around this house for weeks in tiny shorts and tight tops," he said quietly. "Teasing me. Testing me. Did you think I wouldn't notice how wet you get when I call you babygirl?"

My breath hitched.

He reached out and gently took the pink vibrator from my limp fingers, turning it over in his big hand.

"This cheap little toy isn't enough for you anymore, is it?" His thumb brushed the wet tip. "You need something real. Something that can actually fill you up and make you scream."

Heat flooded my face. "Daddy... this is wrong"

"Is it?" He leaned in, his free hand sliding up my thigh, stopping just short of where I was aching. "Your mother's gone. You're all alone. And I've wanted to bend you over and fuck you senseless since the day you turned eighteen."

His fingers finally brushed over my soaked panties. I whimpered.

"Look at you," he growled, voice dropping even lower. "Already dripping for Daddy."

He pressed two thick fingers against my clit through the fabric, rubbing slow circles.

"I'll take care of you, babygirl. I'll give you everything you need a home, money, safety... and this tight little pussy will belong to me. Every hole. Every orgasm. Every moan."

He slipped his fingers under the lace and pushed one thick digit inside me.

I gasped, back arching.

"From tonight," he said, pumping slowly, eyes locked on mine, "you're not my stepdaughter anymore. You're Daddy's personal sex toy. You obey when I say. You spread when I want. You come only when I allow it."

Another finger joined the first, stretching me.

"Say it, Ava."

I was shaking, pleasure building fast under his skilled touch.

"I... I'm Daddy's sex toy," I moaned, voice breaking.

He smiled dark, satisfied, possessive.

"Good girl."

He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while I watched, stunned and unbearably turned on.

Then he stood up, towering over me again.

"Tomorrow we'll go shopping. Collars. Toys. Lingerie that actually suits my little toy." His eyes gleamed. "But tonight..."

He unbuckled his belt slowly.

"Tonight, Daddy's going to show you what a real man feels like."

I stared up at him, heart pounding, pussy throbbing.

And for the first time since my mother died...

I didn't feel lost.

I felt owned.

I couldn't move.

Daddy stood at the foot of my bed, belt undone, eyes dark with hunger as he slowly pulled down his zipper. The sound echoed in the quiet room like a warning.

My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could hear it. My panties were still pushed to the side, pussy glistening from his fingers and my own arousal. The pink vibrator lay forgotten on the sheets beside me.

"Sit up, babygirl," he ordered softly.

I obeyed without thinking, pushing myself up on shaky arms until I was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs dangling. My sheer black bra barely contained my heavy breasts, nipples tight and aching.

He stepped between my spread thighs, so close that his expensive trousers brushed against my knees. One big hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

"Look at me."

I did. Those gray eyes were intense, almost predatory.

"You've been playing with toys like a naughty little girl," he murmured, thumb stroking my lower lip. "But tonight, you're going to learn what it feels like to be used by a real man. By Daddy."

He took my small hand in his and guided it to the bulge straining against his black boxer briefs. My fingers trembled as they wrapped around the thick, hard length.

"Oh my God..." I whispered. He was huge much bigger than the toy I'd been using.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Feel that? This is what's going to stretch you open from now on. Every day. Every night. Whenever Daddy wants."

He pushed his briefs down, and his cock sprang free long, thick, veined, with a swollen head already leaking precum. It looked intimidating. Beautiful. Dangerous.

"Stroke it," he commanded.

I wrapped both hands around him, barely able to close my fingers. The skin was hot and velvetsoft over steel. I moved slowly at first, then faster when his breathing grew heavier.

"Good girl," he praised, voice rough. "Just like that. You're going to get very good at pleasing Daddy's cock."

He let me explore him for a minute, then gripped my hair gently but firmly, guiding my head forward.

"Open your mouth."

I hesitated for half a second. This was really happening. My stepfather the man who used to help me with homework was about to fuck my face.

But my pussy clenched at the thought, dripping down my thighs.

I parted my lips.

He didn't shove in roughly. Instead, he rubbed the wet head across my tongue, letting me taste the salty precum.

"Suck on the head first, baby. Nice and slow."

I closed my lips around him and sucked gently, swirling my tongue like I'd seen in videos. His groan was the most satisfying sound I'd ever heard.

"Fuck... such a natural little cock warmer."

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged softly, eyes watering.

"Breathe through your nose," he coached, holding still. "Relax your throat for Daddy."

I tried. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I didn't pull away. Something deep inside me wanted to please him. Wanted to be good for him.

He started moving slow, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my breasts.

"Look at you," he growled, watching his thick cock disappear between my swollen lips. "On your knees in your pretty pink bedroom, sucking your stepdaddy's cock like the perfect little toy you were born to be."

My hand slipped between my legs without thinking, rubbing my swollen clit.

He noticed immediately.

"No." He pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop and slapped my hand away. "Your orgasms belong to me now. You don't touch yourself unless I say so."

I whimpered in protest.

He smirked. "Needy already? Good."

He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed over me, caging me in with his big body. His cock rested heavy and hot against my stomach.

"Beg me," he whispered against my ear. "Beg Daddy to fuck you."

I was trembling with need, pussy aching emptily.

"Please, Daddy..." My voice was small and broken. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need you inside me."

He kissed my neck, then bit down hard enough to make me gasp.

"That's my girl."

He hooked his fingers in my panties and ripped them off in one smooth motion. The head of his cock nudged against my slick entrance, teasing my folds.

"Last chance to say no, babygirl," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Once I'm inside you, there's no going back. You'll be Daddy's sex toy for as long as I want."

I didn't hesitate.

"Please... use me."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

I cried out, back arching off the bed. He was so big stretching me wide, filling every inch. The burn was intense, but the pleasure was even stronger.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, holding still to let me adjust. "This pussy was made for Daddy."

He started moving slow at first, then harder, deeper. The wet sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. My breasts bounced with every thrust.

"Daddy!" I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand.

"That's right. Scream for me. Let the whole house know who owns this cunt now."

He angled his hips and hit a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. I came hard, clenching around his thick cock, crying out his name.

He didn't stop. He fucked me through it, then flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind like an animal.

"Such a good little toy," he growled, spanking my ass hard. "Taking Daddy's cock so well on your first night."

Another orgasm crashed over me.

Only then did he finally let go slamming deep and filling me with hot, thick ropes of cum.

When he pulled out, I felt it drip down my thighs.

He collapsed beside me and pulled my limp body against his chest, kissing my forehead almost tenderly.

"Tomorrow we start your real training," he murmured against my hair. "Collars. Plugs. Rules. You're going to learn exactly how Daddy likes his toy to behave."

I was exhausted, sore, and dripping with his cum... but I'd never felt more alive.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

He smiled in the dark.

"Good girl."

I woke up sore.

Every muscle ached in the most delicious way. My pussy felt swollen and used, and when I shifted under the silk sheets, I felt the sticky remnants of Daddy's cum still leaking out of me.

Last night hadn't been a dream.

I turned my head. Alexander no, Daddy was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me with those intense gray eyes. He was naked, his muscular chest and abs on full display, his thick cock halfhard against his thigh.

"Morning, babygirl," he said, voice deep and rough from sleep. His hand slid possessively over my hip, squeezing my ass. "How does your little cunt feel?"

Heat rushed to my face. "Sore... but good."

He smirked. "That's because Daddy stretched you properly for the first time. You'll get used to it. Soon you'll be craving my cock every hour."

He rolled me onto my back and spread my legs without asking. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, making me gasp.

"Still full of my cum," he murmured approvingly, pumping slowly. "Good. I want you dripping with me all day."

I whimpered, hips rocking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips. "Clean them."

I sucked obediently, tasting both of us.

"Such a good little toy already." He kissed my forehead almost sweetly, then stood up. "Shower. Get dressed in something pretty but easy to remove. We're going shopping."

"Shopping?" I asked, sitting up.

He glanced back at me, eyes dark. "Yes. My sex toy needs proper equipment. Collars. Plugs. Vibrators I can control. Lingerie that shows off what belongs to me. And a few outfits so I can fuck you wherever I want."

My stomach flipped with nervous excitement.

An hour later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek black Mercedes as he drove us to an exclusive private boutique downtown. The kind of place that didn't have signs outside only members knew it existed. Daddy had called ahead.

The moment we stepped inside, a elegant woman in her thirties greeted us with a knowing smile.

"Mr. Voss, welcome. And this must be your new... project."

Daddy's hand rested possessively on the small of my back. "My personal toy. She needs everything."

I blushed furiously as the woman led us to a private room in the back. It looked more like a luxurious bedroom than a store soft lighting, mirrors everywhere, racks of lingerie, shelves of toys, and glass cases with beautiful leather collars and cuffs.

Daddy sat in a large leather armchair like a king while I stood nervously in the center.

"Strip," he ordered calmly.

I hesitated only a second before peeling off my short sundress, leaving me in just a tiny lace thong.

The woman didn't even blink. She started bringing items over.

First came the collars.

Daddy made me try on several. A delicate silver chain with a small heart lock. A thick black leather one with a metal ring. A pink one with "Daddy's Toy" engraved in gold.

He chose the black leather one, buckling it around my neck himself. His fingers brushed my throat as he clicked the lock shut.

"Perfect," he murmured, tugging the ring lightly. "This stays on. Always."

Next were the plugs.

He made me bend over the padded bench, ass up, while the woman handed him different sizes. He lubed a medium sized black plug and pressed it against my tight hole.

"Relax, babygirl. Daddy's going to train this pretty ass too."

I moaned as he pushed it in slowly, the fullness making my pussy clench. Once it was seated, he gave my ass a firm spank.

"Keep it in all day. I want you feeling me even when I'm not inside you."

Then came the remotecontrolled vibrator.

He chose a sleek eggshaped one and slid it deep into my soaked pussy while I was still bent over. He turned it on low, and my knees almost buckled.

"Remote is on my phone," he said with a wicked smile. "I'll play with you whenever I feel like it in the car, at dinner, even during my meetings."

The woman brought lingerie next sheer babydolls, crotchless panties, harnesses that framed my breasts and left my holes accessible.

Daddy picked several sets, then had me model them for him, making me twirl and pose while the vibrator buzzed inside me.

By the time we left the boutique, I was wearing the collar under a light scarf, the plug stretching my ass, and the vibrator humming on a low setting that kept me right on the edge.

In the car, Daddy finally turned it up.

I gasped, gripping the seat as pleasure shot through me.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, eyes on the road.

I obeyed, moaning as the vibrations intensified.

"You're not allowed to come until we get home," he said casually. "If you do, I'll punish that pretty pussy tonight."

I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back as the car filled with the wet sounds of my arousal.

"Daddy... please..."

He smiled, one hand reaching over to pinch my nipple through my dress.

"Beg nicely, toy."

"Please, Daddy... let your little sex toy come."

"Not yet."

The drive home felt endless. By the time we pulled into the garage, I was shaking, tears of frustration in my eyes.

He turned off the vibrator and looked at me.

"Inside. On your knees in the living room. You're going to thank Daddy properly for all your new toys... with your mouth and that tight little cunt."

I was dripping, desperate, and completely owned.

As I followed him into the house, collar hidden but heavy around my neck, plug shifting with every step, I realized something terrifying and thrilling:

I was starting to love being Daddy's sex toy.