Pulling back, he took a moment to collect himself. "Are you ready for total submission princess?"
"I am," she whispered.
Taking her hand roughly, he pulled her away from the door. "Well, you must excuse me if I don't fully trust you," he growled as he yanked her deeper into the dark closet.
He slowly navigated through the inky blackness heading for the back of the closet. Holding his free hand out, he found the shelf where he remembered leaving the candle. He danced his fingers lightly along the shelf until he bumped up against it.
"I am going to let go of you for a brief second. Don't you dare try and run little princess."
"I won't," she meekly replied and, for once, meant it.
Dropping her hand, he fished the box of matches from his pocket. Turning back to after getting the candle lit, he was almost surprised to see her standing there, her head bowed, in such a docile manner.
"Good girl," he whispered as he shoved the box of matches back into his pocket.
"What are you going to do to me," she asked quietly.
"You shall find out in a moment little princess but, first, I have learned the hard way you are not to be trusted. I must secure you. Now give me your hand . . . quickly now."
He snapped his fingers as she held her hand out. He pulled her around so she was astride the twin scarves he had knotted earlier around the upper closet rod. Pulling her wrist upwards, he lopped the end of one of the scarves around it before securing it tightly.
The princess, her breath coming in shallow gasps, whispered as he secured her other wrist. "Please be gentle with me. I am an innocent virgin remember."
"Oh yes," he snickered as he checked both scarves making sure they were nice and secure. "An innocent virgin that teases like a decadent whore."
Turning, he blew out the lone candle and stomped out of the closet slamming the door shut behind him. "Please where are you going?" she whimpered. "Don't leave me alone in the dark."
Back outside in the bedroom, the monster took his time. Ignoring her increasingly desperate pleas-- her whimpering, even with the closet door shut-- could be clearly heard out in the bedroom, he entered the master bathroom.
He took a piss and then brushed his teeth—again taking his time. After splashing some cold water on his face, he stared at his image in the mirror. "Yeah, let her stew for a bit alone in the dark closet. Maybe she will think I abandoned her, and then when I finally return, she will be overjoyed and be ready to do my biding."
With this final thought clearly in mind, he went out and sat on the bed, but only after grabbing the raspberry flavored lube from the bathroom's medicine cabinet -- just in case. Silently he started to count to one hundred while listening to her quiet whimpers which, by now, were petering out.
It wasn't easy, considering the prize that awaited him inside the closet, but he managed to count to one hundred while barely moving a muscle.
One hundred. He stood up and walked to the closet door taking the lube with him—just in case. Opening it slowly he stepped inside. As he leaned against the doorway, a thin shaft of light from the bedroom candles allowed him to see her struggling against the scarves wrapped around her wrists.
"Is that you? Please don't leave me alone again," she cried in between her sniffling.
Had she been actually crying real tears? The quiet despair in her voice sounded real enough. He sighed as regret unexpectedly washed over him while he speculated if he pushed things too far by leaving her alone in the dark. His moment of quiet reflection was quickly interrupted by a small voice in his head speaking loudly—Remember her remorselessly teasing before you decide to feel pity . . . you stupid monster.
This lone thought spurred him into action. He quickly stepped inside the closet slamming the door shut, before kicking the shirts back into place plunging the closet into total darkness once more.
Feeling his way slowly in the dark, the monster listened to the princess' anguished cries starting up again with renewed vigor after he slammed the door shut. This only served to increase his desire as he drew nearer to her.
"Please, I want my Daddy back." This final supplication was so quiet and spoken under her breath-- as if she was speaking to herself-- he barely heard it.
But hear it the monster did just as he was reaching out for her. It gave him pause. His hand slipped down to his side as he spoke roughly to the princess. "What did you say?"
Thinking he might not need the lube after all, he reached out in the darkness to find the shelf so he could set it down.
"I . . . I want my Daddy back. No more monster. Pleaaasseee."
And just like that the game was over. He stepped forward putting his hands on her shoulders. "Oh honey, Daddy is here, baby. Right here. You are safe now."
His hands slipped around her waist, holding her tight, as she began to quietly sob. Bringing his mouth to her ear he whispered, "Yes baby, Daddy is here . . . I am here."
She pressed her nearly naked body back up against him. "I need my Daddy," she whispered.
He rocked her in his arms for a moment before turning her face toward him. Kissing her cheeks he felt them stained with tears causing his heart to wretch. "Jesus, let me release you. This has went too far."
Just as he started to feel around in the darkness for the scarves in order to untie her she said, "Wait. Don't release me. I still want to be your captive princess, Daddy, but . . ." He had just found the first of the knotted scarves and was beginning to loosen it from around the closet rod. "It is you, not the monster, I want to ravish my body . . . gently and sweetly."
"Honey are you sure? I mean things have went too far already . . . haven't they?"
"No, actually they have not. We need to end this properly and to be ravished is what I want and you deserve. Don't you want your plunder Daddy because your prize, your princess, your sweet baby girl, your innocent virgin daughter, awaits your gentle touch . . . bound and willing?"
Honey, I don't know--"
"Shh," she interrupted, "keep me tied up and take advantage of me. You have endured my teasing with honor and have earned your reward."
The thought of ravishing her body caused his cock to instantly stiffen. Guided by his hardening member below, he quickly tightened the loosened scarf back up.
"Daddy, can you light the candle again? I want to see you enjoy your prize."
"Is that what you are . . . a prize little girl?" he asked as the lone candle flared to life bathing them in a dim pool of light.
"The best prize ever I would think and one you very much earned tonight."
She watched him stare at her body; watched with amusement as his eyes instantly flickered down to her chest drinking in those pert little tits with their fully erect nipples.
Making her voice as soft and sweet as possible, she pleaded with him, "Please Daddy, I am cold . . . especially my poor little boobies. Warm them up for me. Please . . . pretty please."
He moved in behind her, placing both his hands on her shoulders. Lowering his mouth to her ear, he said in a low voice, "I shall do your bidding sweetheart whatever it may be. As always, I am mere putty in your hands."
"I know Daddy, and that is why I love you so. Now kiss me, touch me . . . all over."
Their lips found each other in the dancing shadows of the dimly lit closet. She was aggressive from the first, punching her tongue deep into his mouth and swirling it around just as his hands slipped down and cupped her tits.
After flickering his fingers across her nipples, while simultaneously pushing his tongue into her mouth, he felt her body jerk against him. Slipping his mouth down to her neck, his hands floated down to her ass.
He kneaded her ass with a pair of warm tender hands as she whispered, "Do I have a nice ass, Daddy?"
"Hmm, the nicest baby. I just wish these stupid panties weren't in the way."
"You can take them off if you want," she replied sweetly.
Slipping around to the front of her, he dropped to his knees. Twirling his tongue around her firm tummy, he used his fingertips to stroke her thighs up and down gently causing her to struggle against the ties that bound her to the closet rod.
"Please . . . Daddy." His mouth slipped lower, making its way down past her navel. "Take my panties off Daddy and kiss me there . . . in my secret garden of virginity that is desperate for your attention."
Her words inflamed his actions as he reached up with a pair of shaky hands and slowly, carefully pulled down his daughter's panties. Helping her step out of them, she was now stark naked except for her slutty high heels.
Going back to work on her body, he brought his lips again to that fantastic well-toned tummy of hers. Showering it with the lightest of kisses, he brought his hands up to knead her soft breasts just as he kisses skated lower.
Feeling his kisses approach her secret spot she whispered, "I have never been touched there, Daddy."
His voice shook with pent up excitement. "You want me to be the first?"
Leaning back to admire her body, he brought his hands down to her thighs parting them softly.
"Yes," she quietly responded as she looked down at him.
The intense hungry look on his face as he stared between her legs matched the yearning curiosity she was experiencing deep in her soul as she was about to have her pussy touched by another for the very first time.
Using one finger, he delicately brought it between her legs. He looked up at her, their eyes locking, as he brought his index finger up to his lips. He dampened his finger with a generous amount of saliva, as she watched anxiously, before he brought it back down and ever so deliberately pushed it up and inside of her.
She let out a soft sigh, and then a deeper hiss, as he wriggled his finger about exploring her virginity. Reaching over he grabbed the raspberry flavored lube and poured some onto his fingers.
Feeling the lube being meticulously spread all around on her secret garden, the princess closed her eyes as she felt his wet fingers dip in and out of her tight little cunt, before he lowered his mouth.
His tongue darted out tasting her for the first time. She tasted sweet-- like the freshest of raspberries, of course. Using his hands, he parted her thighs wider as his tongue dipped and swirled up and down the moist folds of her cunt.
She let out an audible moan as his tongue found her clit and began to slither all around it. Adding a finger to the mix, he slowly worked it up inside of her as his tongue continued it magical mystery tour in between her thighs.
He pulled back. "Does that feel good honey," he whispered while working his finger in and out of her faster and harder.
"Ohh, y-yes. Please . . . don't . . . stop, Daddy. Lick me some more down there."
Sliding his hands around to her back, he stroked that firm ass of hers while he lowered his mouth to her sweetness once more and begin to eat her out in earnest this time. Applying the lightest of pressure to her clit with his lips, he kissed it softly, before his tongue darted out. Flickering it all around rapidly, daddy's little girl shuddered as her moans of forbidden ecstasy filled the closet.
He used his hands, in tandem with his tongue, to bring her to the edge of her very first real orgasm. Reaching up he found her nipples and began flickering his fingertips over them lightly, to match the action of his dancing tongue down below.
Her moans were becoming louder, especially when he once again carefully inserted her index finger inside of her while his tongue continued to work its magic on her clit.
His tongue worked its way all around her magic bean sending her even closer to the edge. Her breath was coming in small gasps now, as his tongue flitted about her clit in a rapid fashion that had her struggling against the scarves as she whined for more.
Pulling back just for a second, his finger slipped out of her just as his tongue started a renewed assault. Licking and stabbing at her ripe little cunt, he flattened his tongue, gradually moving it up and down before settling on her clit once more. He tongue twirled out, faster now, and then slower, applying more pressure before he finished up with a flurry and sent her flying over the edge.
She bucked and heaved against the scarves as he brought his hands down to grip her lovely ass. Holding her bucking body in place, he caressed her clit with a final series of loving strokes of his tongue as the intense orgasm washed over her. Gripping her tighter, he pulled back to watch his young daughter trapped in the throes of climaxing.
Letting out a small little whimper, her body shook with the after effects of her orgasm as her breath came out in short little pants. Looking up at her, he smiled.
She finally recovered enough to speak. "Oh God Daddy, that was so good . . . so, so good," she whispered.
"I'm glad you liked it baby," he whispered back as he reached up and begin to undo the first of the scarves.
"You are releasing me?" She sounded almost disappointed. "But I haven't pleased you yet and I am ready to play our game again. I want you to force the innocent little princess to please the monster . . . please, Daddy."
"I suppose we could play again," he answered trying to sound casual although his heart was thumping away in his chest as the mere suggestion of playing their naughty game once more.
"So you want to be kept captive a bit longer . . . long enough maybe so the monster could maybe give the innocent little princess a big surprise."
"The princess likes surprises, Daddy, but of course, she is an insolent little bitch so you probably will have to fight her to get what you want."
He tore at the other scarf ripping it free from the closet rod anxious to get the game started again.
Wasting no time, he jumped right back into character as he barked, "Now turn around you spoiled little brat of a princess and put your hands behind your back."
The monster, not bothering to wait to see if she would turn around on her own, roughly twisted her around so her back was to him. Just as roughly, he used one of the scarves still attached to her wrist to secure her hands.
Deciding that things should end just as they started—in the dark-- he turned, and blew out the lone candle plunging the closet into utter darkness once more.
Determining it might be fun to play a bit of hide and seek as a prelude to things, the monster purposefully turned away from where she had been standing and took a couple steps back.
Using his best growling voice he said, "Where is my princess. I hope she is not trying to escape."
He flailed his arms around in the dark as the princess, picking up on what he wanted her to do, slowly backed away from him as he closed his eyes.
"Where are you . . . you little bitch?" the monster hissed into the darkness.
With his eyes tightly shut, he really did not know where she was at now. Then he heard the clicking of her heels tapping across the spacious closet. She was moving away from him to his right not bothering at all to try and disguise the loud clicking of her heels on the floor.
Tracking the sound, he kept his eyes shut and charged forward blindly. His aim was true as he slammed into her as she let out a small grunt. His hands were all over her naked body even as she begged for mercy.
"Please no," she whispered as he groped at her tits before reaching down and pinching her ass.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his mouth to hers. He tried to kiss her, but she was back in good form as the reluctant princess. Whipping her head around away from his mouth, she tried to push him away.
"Oh so that is how it's going to be?" he snapped while opening his eyes. Bringing one hand up, he tangled it deep in her hair forcing her face upwards towards his waiting lips.
This time when he tried to kiss her she could not escape. He forced his tongue deep in her mouth while keeping one hand around the back of her head tangled deep in her hair. After several desperate kisses, he slipped his mouth down to her weak spot at the base of her hairline just below her ear.
Attacking her weakness with renewed vigor, she struggled in his arms briefly, before giving in as he slowly pushed her backward until she was up against the closet's back wall.
Bringing his mouth down further, the monster sucked on her tits, almost violently, as she trashed against the wall. His tongue stabbed her erect nipples again and again, before returning to her mouth.
In the darkness, their mouths crashed together as they kissed with a reckless passion fired by the wicked game they were playing. Finally, he could not take it anymore. His cock ached with hardness.
Reaching down, he ripped off both his jeans and his boxers in quick fashion as he hissed, "On your knees princess."
When she did not respond fast enough he helped her by placing both hands on her shoulders and forcing her down. "I said on your knees you little bitch."
The "terrified" princess let out a well-placed whimper as she was forced to her knees by the monster.
"Now open that sweet little mouth of yours as the monster has a surprise for you."
"What is it?" she asked with exaggerated naivety.
"You shall find out soon enough," he said as he held his stiff cock in his hand in preparation of guiding to her mouth. Using one hand to tilt her head up slightly, he reached down running his fingers along her mouth.
"Good, your mouth is open."
"Of course. The princess, is prepared to do thy monster's bidding . . . if forced to that is."
His cock bumped up against her lips. Her mouth was now tightly shut.
"I said open your mouth."
"No, never!" she spat at the monster wondering how he would react to her defiance.
She expected the monster would react with anger but instead . . .
Lowering his voice the monster spoke softly. "Please, pretty princess, can't you open that sweet little mouth of yours. I promise you will like your surprise."
He helped her back to her feet. Leaning in he whispered in her ear, "The monster is begging. Just do this one little thing for me and I shall release you . . . unharmed." He showered her ears with kisses as he whispered "please" over and over again.
Turning her face up, he kissed her gently several times on both cheeks. "You know the monster is so in love with the princess and that is why he attacks her."
"Really," she whispered back.
"Here let me show you." He brought his lips to her showering them with several tender kisses before she began to kiss him back. His mouth slipped over, nibbling on her neck, turning her to mush while his hands were busy cupping her small breasts delicately.
Turning his voice into a soft whine, he whispered to her, "Please, I beg of thee. Open your mouth and receive what the monster has to offer."
Moving back to her mouth, he kissed her again gently, before pulling back.
"The monster lives for his princess' sweet attentions . . . you must know that?"
"I do," she whispered.
His hands slipped over to her shoulders. Applying moderate force, he started to push her down. Sinking to her knees, the princess offered no resistance as the monster stepped back gripping his throbbing hardness in his hand.
Guiding it to her mouth, this time he found it most willing when it bumped up against her lips. Opening her mouth wide, she took him in until she could feel his hardness tickling the back of her throat. Letting his cock slide out, she circled the head of his penis with her eager tongue as he held it aloft for her.
Tipping his head back, the monster let out a long sigh as he felt her tongue slithering along his hard shaft teasing him, before she started sucking on him in serious earnest. Shaping her mouth into a tight circle the princess slurped her mouth up and down on his cock like the cheapest of back alley whores.
"Oh princess, that feels so good," the monster whispered with a gentle sigh as he reached down to stroke her hair.
The whole experience bordered on the surreal as in the quiet darkness all that could be heard was the gentle sound of the young virgin princess sucking on the monster's big hard cock with a youthful exuberance that soon had the monster's knees quivering.
The suckling noises were interspersed with his quiet moans as he was rushing headlong toward a massive orgasm. Just as he was wondering if it would be OK to release in her mouth, she let him slip out of her mouth as she whispered, "You can come in my mouth if you want, Daddy."
When she, quite purposefully he imagined, reminded him of who he truly was—her Daddy and not the "monster"— it brought home the fact of how truly wicked he was being-- that is if one defined wicked as having your young virgin daughter sucking on your cock with her hands bound behind her back in a pitch black closet.
The thought drove his orgasm home as she gulped on his hardness faster and faster now. He started to shake all over. Reaching out he gripped the closet rod for support as he grunted just as his cock erupted with cum. The princess, greedy to the end, swallowed his cum and then licked the rest off from around her lips while making loud smacking noises.
"The monster is relieved now I bet," she giggled as he dropped to his knees still shaking. After undoing the scarf from around her wrists they quickly fell into each other's arms.
Leaning back, they rested against the back closet wall cuddling tightly in the still darkness. "Are you OK honey," he whispered in her ear.
"Just perfect, Daddy," she whispered back before kissing him lightly on the cheek. "That was fun but I am . . . ahh still a virgin. I hope before the night is over the monster will attack the princess again and relieve her of her virginity."
With the game over, at least in his mind, and his desperate sexual urges satisfied by that mind blowing blow job she just gave him, he returned to his senses.
"Honey no . . . the monster . . . I can't do that. You have to find someone special to give your virginity to. Besides this tired old monster is truly tired and needs some rest."
"Well, can I at least share your bed with you Daddy . . . if only for tonight before the stupid wicked queen returns?"
"Of course, baby we can share my bed. I would love to have you fall asleep in my arms."
The matter decided, as far as he was concerned, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He carefully soothed her hair back with a tender hand before applying a gentle kiss to her lips. "Good night, sweet princess. I will join you shortly. I just have to use the bathroom first."
"Hurry" she replied quietly as a smile spread across her lips. The princess, even as she closed her eyes, pretending to go to sleep, was busy plotting her next move.
After slipping on a fresh pair of boxers, he went and relieved himself in the bathroom and then brushed his teeth. Emerging into the dark bedroom, he could hear her quiet breathing. It was soft and steady indicating his princess was asleep.
Almost disappointed, he had half suspected she would still be awake and try to tempt him with more of her sweet wicked beauty, the monster carefully crawled under the covers and soon fell into a deep slumber.
The monster had always been a deep sleeper. "Dead to the world", his wife, the queen, used to say. Tonight, if anything, after the extended chase and tickle session with the princess, culminating in their wicked end game that took place inside the dark closet, he was even more tired than usual.
He slept soundly content with the princess asleep beside him the wickedness of the night was over. He could not have been more wrong.
The cunning princess fooled him. The quiet breathing he heard indicating she was asleep was nothing more than a clever ruse on her part. Instead of sleeping, the princess was—plotting.
Waiting until the monster feel asleep, and knowing by reputation that monsters were deep sleepers—especially this particular monster-- the princess stole out of the bed ready to hatch her fiendish plot.
Making her way on tippy toes across the dark bedroom, back to the closet, she slipped inside. After shutting the door, she clicked on the overhead.
Humming quietly to herself, she quickly found the pair of scarves discarded on the floor. Gathering them up, and then two more from the queen's side of the closet, she hurried back out to the bedroom. After relighting the candles on both nightstands, working quickly, she attached a single scarf tightly to each of the four corner posts of the bed.
After getting the each of the scarves attached securely, the princess was hit with a sudden delicious idea to make the night's drama complete for them.
Rushing down to her bedroom, she grabbed, most fittingly, a princess costume out of her closet hoping it still fit. Three years ago, for Halloween, she wore this exact same costume. The pretty pink dress featured a ruffled neckline with elastic -trimmed sleeves and hot pink detail at the hem of the full skirt.
Those many long years ago when she wore it for the first and only time, her daddy gushed over how adorably pretty she looked in her princess' dress. What would he think now that she was all grown up with a much more mature body then three years ago?
Adding to her princess attire, she also slipped on a pair of knee high white stockings, before donning the elegant pure white silk gloves that came with the dress. Finally, she fixed the blue jewel tiara, also an original part of the costume, completing her royal look.
Heading back to the bedroom, after a quick pit stop in the bathroom to freshen up, she was felt quite secure her daddy would be more than a little turned on by her outfit.
Next came the tricky part, but to this end fate seemed to be smiling on her. The monster was sleeping on his back stretched out which fit perfectly into her diabolical plans. The princess very slowly, very carefully pulled the first of his arms upwards toward the waiting scarf.
She experienced a brief moment of panic when the monster snorted in his sleep, and then started to pull his hand back down, just as she almost had his wrist in range of the first scarf.
Relaxing her grip, she waited patiently until he settled back down before gently pulling his wrist upward again. This time she was able to secure the scarf around his wrist without issue. Working methodically, the devious princess secured his other wrist to the opposite bedpost, and then moving down, carefully secured each of his ankles to the lower bed posts.
The monster grumbled as he woke up. Someone was shaking his foot. His eyes flickered open. Was this a dream? Standing near the end of the bed was a vision of beauty in a pink princess dress. It only took a brief moment before he realized the vision of beauty he was gazing at was none other than his beautiful young daughter, smiling slyly, as she stood there in the soft flickering candle light.
He shook his head, before trying to rub his eyes, but he couldn't seem to move his arms.
"The monster is awake I see," she said quietly.
Again, he tried to move his arms before twisting his head around to see both his wrists were bound to the bed posts by a pair of scarves.
"What the hell," he mumbled to himself just as he realized his ankles too were securely bound to the lower bed posts.
Moving around to one side of the bed the princess settled down on its edge. Reaching out she stroked the captive monster's face whispering, "I have captured the monster and now it shall do the princess' bidding."
"The game again? I thought we were done?"
"No, you must give the princess her fairy tale happy ending."
"And what might that be princess? And, hmm, by the way you look lovely my cute little princess. If I was not so bound I surely would chase and tickle you some more."
"Alas, I am sure of it, but you are bound and you are mine to do as I please. Now be silent as I desire something."
She turned with a mischievous smile and started to pull the sheet slowly down.
"What is it you desire princess?"
"The princess is feeling playful I think and desires something . . . something big and hard to play with." Yanking the sheet down completely off his naked body, save his fresh pair of boxers, she whispered, "Shall you accommodate me?"
"It appears I have no choice your royal highness," he whispered back as he noticed how she was staring directly at his crotch with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well, I truly hope your best is better than this as I am a bit disappointed. I thought the monster's . . . thingy . . . would be bigger."
She poked at the bulge in his boxers with a playful finger, but he was basically still asleep down there. "I thought it would be a bit harder too . . . not soft like it is now."
"May I be so bold to suggest to the princess if you were to play with it with those soft and silky gloves of yours you might find the monster's thingy getting both big and hard for the sweet little princess?"
"Hmm, I shall try, but I hope for your sake you are right. To disappoint me would not bode well for your future Mr. Monster."
Reaching down she carefully began to rub his bulge in soft circles.
"I don't mean to tell you your business my lovely princess, but might it not be better if the monster's under garment was not in the way allowing his thingy to feel your soft touch directly."
"Oh, yes, how silly of me. I do believe you are right, but I fear if I was to undo the restraints around your ankles in order to remove the offending garment you might start thrashing about and try to attack the poor princess even if your wrists are still bound."
"Yes, I do see your point."
"But then again, if you did that I would have no choice but to unleash my secret weapon on you and begin to shower you with kisses in order to subdue you. We both know how the monster has a weakness for the princess' tender kisses."
"Tis true. I do have a weakness for your sweet kisses."
"Well, I guess I will take my chances after all," she said as she twisted around toward the foot of the bed. Giving him a smile, she began to carefully undo the first of the scarves that held his ankles secure.
The monster lay deathly still, biding his time, as the princess undid the second scarf wrapped around his ankle. No sooner was his other ankle free of its restraint, then he did just as she had feared, and hoped, he would do—he attacked.
As she started to rise up, he quickly brought his legs together trapping her around her waist in a scissors lock. She squealed in mock surprise.
"Ha, I have you now princess and shall squeeze the wicked life out of you," he shouted triumphantly.
The monster, true to his work, began to squeeze the trapped princess as she struggled to free herself. Grabbing his legs, she tried to pry them open to free herself, but his grip was too powerful.
"Let go of me you brute," she cried out before throwing herself forward. Her face landed, and then bounced off, his bare chest as she beat her hands against him. "I said release me."
"Never, instead you release me and I may show mercy and not squeeze the life out of you." As if to show her how serious he was he tightened his powerful legs together giving the princess a hearty squeeze and making her gasp.
"OK, OK . . . you win," she cried softly. "Lighten your grip around me and I promise I shall undo the ties that bind your wrists."
"I shall trust you as a royal princess is bound by her word, but if you try and deceive me. I will thrash about so hard and so violently that I will demolish this bed and be free of my own accord and then woe is you my pretty princess."
"I promise, just release me . . . I . . . I cannot breathe . . . your grip is so tight."
Releasing her, he was quite curious to see what she would do next.
"Thank you," she whispered softly.
"Now honor your word princess and release me fully."
"I shall," she said quietly as she moved forward toward the first of the upper bed posts.
Moving slowly, she brought her mouth to his ear as her hands stretched out toward one of the scarfs securing his wrist.
"Just grant me one kiss, before I release the monster," she princess whispered sweetly in his ear.
"No, I--"
The monster tried to twist his face away from hers just as he begin to violently beat his legs against the bed, but the determined princess was not to be denied.
Her lips showered his twisting face all over with delicate kisses as the violent beating of his legs upon the bed increased in fury. But when her lips found his, the beating slowly began to abate.
The princesses' soft kisses were indeed a tonic that made the powerful monster weak. His thrashing ceased to a weak thumping of his legs against the bed as her kisses slipped off his mouth and floated downward.
Flickering her tongue over his nipples, one after the other, the monster sighed in soft resignation. Kissing her way across his tummy made him go utterly limp, allowing her to hook a pair of fingers on the waistband of his boxers.
Raising up she stared at him before beginning to speak. "Be still now, or I will throw myself upon your naked body and shower you with so many kisses you will become so weak as to fall into a deep slumber."
He remained still as she ever so slowly pulled his boxers first down, and then off of his body, before tossing them aside onto the floor. Working quickly, before the effects of her kisses wore off, she secured his ankles once more.
The job of having him secured again completed, the princess sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the monster's cock with a sly expression. "I would have thought with the excitement of attacking me again your thingy would be more excited. Instead . . ." She poked it, just as she did before, "It's still not very big, nor very hard."
"Well, you haven't played with it yet, princess. I think all its needs is your soft loving attention."
"Hmm, maybe. We shall see."
Crawling up on the bed she sat astride him. He watched, holding his breath, as she slowly extended one gloved finger toward his "thingy". Thinking she was going to poke it again he let out a gentle sigh when, instead, she began to delicately stroke the underside with her finger whispering, "Are you going to get nice and hard for the princess . . . hmm are you?"
His cock jerked to attention from the soft stroking of her finger over and over again.
"Please, use your entire hand," he said in a soft whisper.
Moving closer, she took her hand and wrapped it fully around his growing manhood. Moving her hand leisurely up and down caused him to utter a soft moan.
The princess' silk glove felt so good that he was soon squirming against the ties that bound him to the bed. He was fully hard now, and getting harder, especially when she reached under and cupped his balls with her other gloved hand.
"Oh, Jesus that feels so good princess."
She replied, her voice soft and sultry. "Yeah, you like that huh? Feels good I bet."
"It does."
"Now it's the monster's turn to make me feel good."
Turning around on the bed, she positioned herself so her ass was facing him. "I want you to eat the princess' sweet little pussy again."
Pulling her dress up, he seen she was wearing no panties. Slowly lowering her pussy down toward his mouth, the monster greedily licked his lips in expectation of the tasty treat he was about to receive.
He flickered his tongue up and down the entire length of the lips on her tight little pussy making the wicked princess moan with forbidden delight. Her moans grew louder as his tongue dipped into her wet snatch box licking all around before finding her clit and attacking it with a series of gentle licks.
The princess became so lost by what he was doing, she soon slipped out of character. "Oh Daddy, that feels so good. Don't stop, please."
Flickering his tongue faster, he buried his face even deeper into the delicate folds of her cunt. His probing tongue had her squirming on his face in a mere matter of seconds.
He was thinking she just might come again when quite suddenly she rose up and off of him.
"I want you inside of me," she said in a harsh whisper.
Turning around, she positioned himself over him as she sank down softly onto his hard cock. Moving deliberately back and forth, she rubbed her pussy against his hard shaft making him squirm in anticipation.
He looked at his young daughter, in her princess costume she wore so innocently just a few years ago. The tiara sat askew on her head as she gave him a soft smile. His heart was pounding in his chest knowing he was about to deflower his virgin daughter.
Reaching up she carefully begin to yank down on the top part of her strapless dress until she had her young tits fully exposed to him. He sighed-- again totally enamored by the beauty of his daughter's delightfully pert boobs.
His sigh grew deeper as she reached under her dress and found his cock. Raising up slightly, she held his cock aloft, before she ever so slowly descended down onto it.
He gazed up in wonder watching as she closed her eyes and let out a loud hiss as his hardness pierced her innocence.
Now that he was neatly tucked inside of her, she rested for a minute, leaning forward on her arms, maybe getting used to his size, before she gradually began to rock her hips up and down.
He could her soft voice murmuring, "Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Oh God . . ." over and over again as she carefully increased her pace.
Not able to help himself, her tight cunt just felt so good, the monster pushed his hips up driving his hardness deeper inside the princess. She let out a loud moan as she threw her head back.
Leaning forward, using her hands on his chest as support, she bounced up and down on his cock as he matched her by carefully thrusting upwards just as she was coming down.
Her moans were increasing in intensity as they feel into a near perfect rhythm. Closing his eyes, he felt the familiar rush of an approaching orgasm just as she seemed to lose control.
Bouncing up and down on his cock with unabashed fury, the princess' tiara fell off her head and hit the bed with a soft plop. Neither noticed as both their eyes were shut while they lost themselves in a virtual storm of forbidden passion.
"Oh Daddy, I . . . think . . . I am coming," she cried as she bounded faster and faster up and down on his cock before slowing down.
Knowing she was near, he allowed his own orgasm to burst forth as he drove his cock upwards one last time as he came deep inside of her.
In an ending that could only be found in the most wicked of fairy tales, the princess' whole body began to shake and shudder as she sank down on her father's cock one last time. Her powerful orgasm swept her away just at the exact same moment his cock erupted inside of her.
Collapsing against him, she rested her head on his chest listening to his still racing heart thundering away inside of him. The princess smiled to herself, knowing his heart now belonged solely to her. The wicked queen, her mother, would longer have any dominion over it and together they would live happily ever after.