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Every character in this story is 18+ years of age and all sex is 100% consensual.
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LIORA | 8
Despite the lightning rounds, the fight still took too long. Liora had been ready to leave right after her dad’s meeting with Giorgio Bastianelli, but he said they couldn’t. Since it had been Liora’s idea for the fight, she needed to stay there and personally congratulate the winners.
Her dad ordered them dinner from The Temptress casino and had it delivered. It helped soak up some of the alcohol, though Liora noticed she hadn’t even really gotten a buzz from all the drinks she’d managed to throw back. Finally, the last match came to a brutal end.
Liora and her dad left the owner’s box, and the audience cheered them as they made their way back into the ring. There, they congratulated the four winners. She tried to memorize their features, though she knew she’d be seeing way too much of them soon enough. Once they finished, her dad’s small band of guards whisked them out of the warehouse to their waiting car before the rest of the audience could jam up the exits.
Settled in the backseat, Liora let out a sigh of relief, happy it was over. She made a mental note not to try and outsmart her dad anymore since it would just likely backfire on her again.
Her dad chuckled with amusement at the sound of it and laced their fingers together. “I know that relief isn’t stemming from having guards, kitten,” he mused.
“That took forever, Dad,” she said, having no qualms complaining about it. “I’m definitely looking forward to some exercise. I don’t think I’ve ever sat for so long in my life.”
“We could go for a swim before your nightly exercises if you’d like?” he suggested.
Liora’s muscles perked up at the idea, yearning for the feel of treading through the water.
“That sounds really good, actually,” she agreed. “But first, I want to see how my room turned out.”
Her dad’s smile brightened. Liora grew increasingly excited to see her bedroom when they arrived home. So, when Natalie greeted them with a furious look on her face, it was a real buzzkill.
“There have been people parading in and out of the house all damn day,” Natalie raged the moment they stepped inside. “And I can understand the designers in Liora’s room, but do you mind telling me why an entire construction crew just tore apart our gym?”
Her dad’s expression took on the same cold darkness it had when they’d been in her mother’s parlor. He stepped closer to Natalie, and though she tried to stand her ground, fear flickered in her eyes.
“I did that to surprise my daughter, so thank you for ruining it,” he said coolly.
Liora had to wonder if he was sincerely upset or just doing his part as Natalie’s eternal punisher. It did surprise her to find out that he’d had the gym converted into a dance studio so soon, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t known about it at all.
“How was I supposed to know?” Natalie returned defensively. “You never tell me anything.”
“Because I don’t need to,” he replied. “This is my house. I can do whatever the hell I want with it with my money.”
“I’m your wife—”
“Exactly, Natalie. Don’t pretend you don’t know how that works,” he cut her off. “I own you, the same way I own everything in Hollow’s End. You live a luxurious, extravagant lifestyle because I provide it, and the only thing I’ve ever asked of you in return is to not piss me the fuck off. Everything I do, whether it’s in this house or out there, is none of your goddamn business.”
Natalie’s face was red with embarrassment more than hurt. “You would dare—”
“I dare whatever the fuck I want,” he cut her off again. “Don’t act offended just because my daughter’s here. We all know you love my money more than anything else, so just piss off.”
“Aldion,” Natalie gasped.
“I mean it, Natalie. You’re trying my fucking patience,” he warned.
Lifting her chin higher, the woman pivoted on her heels and stormed out of the room. Once she was well out of sight and hearing range, Liora’s dad relaxed and turned with an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry you had to see me that way, gattina,” he said sincerely, grasping her shoulders and gently brushing his thumbs over them. “I promise it was just an act, all part of giving that Damned Soul the kind of punishment she deserves. She could never affect me enough to rouse my anger. Or any other emotion, for that matter. I am disappointed that she ruined your surprise, though. That part was real.”
Liora searched his face and eyes for any signs of lingering temper, but there wasn’t any. He appeared only mildly disappointed and apologetic. It made her Magosa Escort head spin a little, just as the confrontation had caused her to experience the same mixed emotions as before when it came to Natalie. It was hard not to feel some kind of sympathy or empathy because Liora would hate to be in her shoes.
Seeing her dad that way had also been conflicting. He’d been so commanding in a way that could be hot, but his words had been cruel. If she even remotely believed he would treat a living woman that way, her heart would be breaking right now.
But there was no ache in her chest or wariness of his touch. There was no nagging in the back of her mind trying to warn her away from him. There was only the mental scramble of her brain trying to adjust to yet another aspect of her new life.
“So, you’ve already had the gym turned into a dance studio?” she asked.
Her dad nodded, lifting his hand from her shoulder to softly caress her jaw. “We can go take a look at that first if you’d like?”
She shook her head and couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at her lips as her excitement rekindled. “I want to see my room first.”
He smiled brightly and laced their fingers together to lead her toward the sweeping stairs. “Then, let’s go see it.”
Going to her bedroom from the main staircase gave Liora the chance to see parts of the house she hadn’t yet. Her dad explained that most of the rooms were spares, but there was also a smaller, secondary library with more comfortable furniture than the main one. It had a gilded harp standing on display in the corner.
“Does Natalie play the harp or piano?” she asked.
Her dad laughed. “Hell no, she doesn’t do anything other than shop, gossip, and pamper herself,” he replied. “That’s for the rare occasions when we’re entertaining guests and hire musicians to come in and play.”
“I see,” Liora said. “Mom made me take piano lessons when I was younger. I don’t think I’ve touched the ivories in at least five years, though.”
His expression darkened slightly. “Because you were forced to for so long?” he deduced.
“Yeah, I guess,” she admitted with a shallow shrug. “Just another way I tried to rebel against her. I liked it, though, once I actually got better at it.”
“If you want to continue lessons, let me know. If you just want to play, then feel free,” her dad said. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Liora.”
“Except have guards,” she said, though it was more of a lighthearted tease.
He grunted and gave her a pointed look. “Yes, except that,” he stated firmly.
Liora smiled, then paused outside her door when her dad grabbed the handle to open it. Her breath caught the moment she stepped inside. It looked ten times better than she’d been picturing. Her new bed was a four-poster with gauzy curtains like mosquito netting tied open against all four posts and spanning the top. Fairy lights gave the inside a romantic glow. The heaviness of the dark furniture was offset by light sheers on the windows and delicate colors throughout the room: an antique vanity with a cream upholstered bench, a pale gold settee at the end of her bed with a dusty rose ottoman.
The shades used in the duvet were a regal, dusty blue, and lilac. They framed an appliqued and embroidered mural of a ballerina in penché position. She was centered in an arch of twisted branches with vines and flowers, an enchanted forest all around her. Liora had fallen fast in love with the duvet the moment she’d laid eyes on it and hadn’t believed her luck at finding something so perfectly suited to her.
“Dad, this is… amazing!” Liora practically squealed.
She rushed to the bed, kicking her heels off and using the lilac upholstered stool to climb onto it. With a chuckle, she crawled to the center of the pillows and plopped down, rubbing her hands over the satiny fabric of the bedspread.
“I’ve never had to use a footstool to climb into bed before,” she said. “I hope I don’t fall and break my neck in the middle of the night.”
“You won’t,” her dad said, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re a demoness. Not only are you far nimbler than before, which is saying a lot, you also shouldn’t get the urge for a bathroom in the middle of the night anymore.”
“I can certainly get used to that,” she said, peering around.
Areas rugs now covered a good majority of the floor. There was an entire sitting room to the left in front of the fireplace, the mantle now decorated with candles and figurines she’d picked out. Matching urns with blue Ageratum and willow buds sat along the deep windowsill, along with the crystal figurines she’d found. Liora couldn’t wait to see the way they’d catch the sunlight in the morning.
The best piece, though, was the wireframe mannequin in the corner to the right dressed in a pink leotard and practice tutu. The designers had stuck a cluster of peonies to the side of the head. Liora had Kıbrıs Escort come up with the idea of the mannequin when they’d gone shopping for her dance gear. Her dad had loved it so much, he’d made sure she had plenty of outfits, so she’d never have to use the one on display.
“Dad, come up here. You have to see it from inside,” Liora prompted as she looked all around at the fairy lights.
Her dad toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed without even needing to use the stool, he was so tall. Tingles of happiness and lust danced inside of her when he laid down on the pillows beside her, rather than sitting up. With a blushing grin, she scooted down to stretch out, as well, and they quietly checked out the lights for a moment.
“It’s a little magical, isn’t it?” he asked.
Liora turned her head toward his and studied the way the lights caught the hints of gold in his brown eyes. It was magic, alright, just not the kind he was talking about. The longer they laid there studying each other, the more lust she’d been battling since first meeting her dad rushed to the surface, and she found herself leaning toward him.
Her dad didn’t even hesitate to meet her halfway, their lips colliding with a surge of heat. The moment his tongue dove into her mouth, Liora’s arousal unleashed, wild and urgent. She rolled on top of him, kissing him just as hungrily as he kissed her. The feel of his strong hands all over her body was everything she’d been craving from day one. They molded her to him while mapping her shape.
Liora ran her fingers into all of his thick, silky hair and grasped lightly, just needing to feel it. In the meantime, she pressed her other palm to his cheek so she could feel the sensation of his facial hair against her skin.
“More,” she moaned into his mouth, the desire to feel every inch of him burning inside of her.
The short, playful skirt she wore made it easy for her to sit up so she could straddle him and start undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. Her dad grabbed her hips immediately and ground her over the bulge of his erection as if he couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to. He pressed his head back into the pillows and groaned with heady pleasure.
“Fuck, Liora,” he swore.
Her head fell back with a moan as he moved her forward to do it again. The sensation of his hard cock rubbing against her core had her pussy flooding with anticipation, even through their clothes.
Liora’s urgency must’ve infected her dad because after that, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were both buck-ass naked. She gasped and glanced down at herself, but her dad was already intent on getting what he wanted.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her forward so that Liora had to catch herself with her hands above his head. Pressing into the center of her back, he urged her to dip lower even as he lifted his head to suck her nipple deep into his mouth.
“Oh, Dad,” she purred, a riot of vibrating pleasure coursing all the way to her toes.
He feasted at her breasts for a moment before cupping the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to his.
“You’re so beautiful, kitten,” he said. “And so fucking sexy in need. Promise me, no regrets.”
“Absolutely none,” she vowed and meant it.
There wasn’t a single flicker of her previous shame or uncertainty. All she could feel and think about was how much she wanted him. When he recaptured her mouth for a hot, passionate kiss, Liora reached between her legs and found his cock. Her dad moaned hard into her mouth the moment she wrapped her fingers around him and began stroking. His breaths grew rough, his muscles tensing, turning her on a hundred times more.
Unable to delay the pleasure any longer, Liora lined his cock up with her pussy and started sinking over it, pushing back to take him in deeper.
“Shit, Liora. Fuck, that’s so good,” her dad burst, breaking their kiss.
Liora rose higher so she could straddle him once more, and he lifted his hands to cover her breasts, squeezing them just right before pinching at her nipples. There was no stopping her panting moans as she sank over her dad’s cock the rest of the way, his girth stretching her further than she’d ever felt before. It affected them both when she was finally seated against him, his cock so deep, it was a separate kind of pleasure. A kind that edged the line of pain without crossing it.
Drinking in the sight of her dad’s gorgeous chest, Liora started rolling her hips. The pleasure was so intense her eyes widened on a gasp. Her dad moaned again, playing at her breasts until she started picking up the pace. Then, he anchored his hands on her hips and started moving against her.
“Oh, fuck,” she burst on a rush of air.
Her pussy was so full she felt pleasure tingling in her anus, stimulated by his cock rubbing her from the inside. She’d never experienced anything like it before, increasing her hunger for release. Liora Lefkoşa Escort leaned forward, her hands landing on her dad’s chest, and nails digging in. Pleasure coated his features, eyes burning like dark bronze from under his lashes.
With the added leverage, Liora was able to switch between rolling her hips or lifting and falling over his cock. Either way drug irresistible sounds from her dad’s mouth, so deep and rattling, she felt them in his chest on their way to his throat. He kept up with her changes and pace without any effort, his fingers flexing into her sides and hips.
The moment Liora felt the promise of orgasm, she rose over him again and rocked her pelvis until she found the angle that was guaranteed to set her off. Her dad’s cock punched into her G-spot again and again as she dropped over him with increased speed and aggression. She wasn’t even aware of the sounds she made, only the delicious pressure of ecstasy mounting higher.
“That’s it, kitten, take it,” her dad growled. “Take your pleasure.”
She wasn’t about to stop; his hot words were merely a drop of lighter fluid in an inferno. Shivers worked up her spine followed by the trembling of her limbs as the peak rushed right toward her. Liora lost her rhythm as her climax struck, her hips jerking and bucking wildly until she finally stilled, soaring right into pure bliss.
Her body bowed backward, but her dad’s hands were right there to support her. Liora’s hips began undulating slowly, prompted by the pleasurable contractions as she started coming back down from the peak. The warmth of afterglow filled her, but her dad’s rough breaths and groans reached her ears.
She dropped her head forward again just as he rose up and flipped their position, pinning her to the bed without ever losing an inch of depth in her pussy. He stretched over her, finding her hands and lacing their fingers together to guide her hands above her head.
“That was the most mind-blowing thing I have ever seen, Liora,” he said thickly, his face hovering right over hers. “But the feel of it, that was indescribable. I hope you realize I’m not going to be able to get enough now. I’m going to want to feel you coming around my cock so much you’re going to be begging me for reprieve.”
He fit his mouth to hers before she could respond, kissing her and rocking into her with powerful thrusts. Liora’s head spun from the ebb and flow of pleasure, the severity leveling up quickly. Her dad released her hands only to bury his fist in her hair and lift his upper body with a sweeping penetration that pierced his cock right into her G-spot.
Liora screamed, then pulled in huge gulps of air as she wrapped herself around him. She needed something to hold onto after such an intense feeling. Not that her dad seemed to mind one bit. He groaned with approval and rolled into her even harder when she moved her hips against his thrusts. They were back to the waves, the rise and fall, yet it still built up the pressure inside her. Her dad knew exactly how to move, how to angle his cock, so every penetration brought her a new thrill.
Then, when Liora was least expecting it, her dad arced his cock right into her G-spot once more. She cried out and dug her nails into his arms for better purchase, the pleasure making her want to bow off the mattress. And this time, he didn’t let up. He kept doing it every couple of thrusts, making her cry out repeatedly, stars dancing in her periphery.
By the third one, Liora was lifting from the bed, her toes curling, as the sharpest blade of pleasure speared right through her and busted the dam wide open. Erotic bliss plunged her deep into the throes of orgasm. So much so she wasn’t even aware that her dad had risen to his knees, fucking her with a ferocity she couldn’t even hope to keep up with.
Before she’d even regained her bearings or her breath, his rhythm became erratic, and then he stilled.
“Liora!” he roared and fell over her.
This time, he covered her completely, burying his face into the side of her neck as the heat of his cum flooded her depths. His cock jerked, triggering her muscles to squeeze him, which had more moans flowing out of his mouth. His muscles quivered a couple of times, and then he relaxed against her.
“Never,” he rasped against her skin. “Not once in a million years have I ever felt anything so fucking good.”
Liora’s smile was broad and unstoppable, warmth swimming through the lingering pleasure. He’d probably been around that long, too, if not longer. He’d said demons had always existed, even before they were flesh and blood.
Lifting his head, her dad peered into her eyes and searched her features as if looking for evidence of something.
“You okay? No regrets?” he asked.
Oh, right. Liora shook her head and continued to smile at him.
“I told you I wouldn’t have any,” she said, brushing her fingers through the curl of dark hair that had fallen over his forehead. “I was ready, Dad, don’t worry. More than ready.”
“Praise Samael,” he said with relief and a bite of hunger. “Having to give you more time after that would’ve been damn near impossible.”
She chuckled and caressed her hands over his muscled arms as he adjusted, lifting more of his weight off of her.