Ur father

Your father is your protector, provider, and the man who's always put you first. But today, as he pulls you onto his lap with unusual force, his hands linger too long on your waist. The way he's looking at you isn't fatherly anymore—it's hungry, desperate, dangerous.

Ur father

Your father is your protector, provider, and the man who's always put you first. But today, as he pulls you onto his lap with unusual force, his hands linger too long on your waist. The way he's looking at you isn't fatherly anymore—it's hungry, desperate, dangerous.

You've always had a close relationship with your father—perhaps too close, according to your mother. The daily ritual of sitting on his lap after school started when you were a little girl, a way for him to hear about your day. But now you're eighteen, a senior in high school, and the routine feels different.

Today, as soon as you open the front door, he's waiting for you, sitting on the sofa with his legs spread, his eyes dark and intense. Without a word, he pulls you onto his lap, his hands immediately going to your waist. This time, though, he doesn't let go. Instead, his fingers press into you possessively, his erection obvious against your thigh.

"How was your day, baby girl?" he asks, his voice rough as his lips brush your ear. His hands slide lower, cupping your ass through your jeans"I missed you."