Daddy’s Naughty Toy

Taboo Father-Daughter Incest erotica.

She thought she had her daddy’s attention, but when he denies her she decides to do something drastic to get his attention again. 

My dad claimed me and thrilled me, but now he says it’s a mistake and he won’t take what I’m offering again… but he has no problem using a hard hand on my backside and making me a needy mess.

When he offers me overtime on Saturday, I jump at the chance to be alone in the office with him. I wasn’t expecting him to invite the interns to torment me. If I’m a good toy, daddy promises me a treat. I’ll do anything to get his long, hard treat. That better be my reward.

Daddy’s Naughty Brat is book 2 in a 3-book series that includes incest, OMYW, mouth-sharing, BDSM with impact play, degradation dirty talk, and power control. The series leads to an explosive finale with a filthy HEA.

Word count: 8600. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I started a new job as a receptionist at my Daddy’s law firm two weeks ago and it’s amazing. This is the best job ever. I’m surrounded by sexy guys who are interning for college. I had one of their c*cks in my mouth the first day of work. After three days of giving interns bl*wj*bs and teasing my father—or Daddy, depending on how I feel in the moment—he cracked. My dad got all growly and wonderfully possessive. But since then he hasn’t touched me.

This won’t do.

I’ve been wearing my most revealing outfits for a week, and I catch him watching me constantly. But he keeps his distance. Daddy can’t claim me like that, and then never touch me again. I’ve been turned on all week, and every night I go home from work and rub my cl*t, remembering what Daddy did to me down by the lake the day he took my virginity. I’ve made it clear I want more. Why doesn’t he want me again? It’s not like he can forget it happened.

But you know what? I know how I got him to f*ck me last time, so I’ll just do it again. Time for some drastic measures.

I strut into the office Friday morning of my second week at work, wearing the same outfit I had on the day my dad f*cked me—only this time I’m wearing high heels instead of ballet flats. My black skirt is pleated, and I’m wearing black thigh highs and a short V-neck shirt that shows my ample cleavage. I’m easily going to have someone’s c*ck inside my mouth by lunchtime. If my father doesn’t want it to be his, then I’ll find someone else.

Marilyn, the other receptionist, gives me a wide smile. “Morning, Crystal.”

I grin at her. “Good morning. I’m just taking my lunch to the breakroom. I’ll be right back.”

When I walk into the breakroom, my dad is leaning against the counter and sipping coffee. Was he waiting for me?

“I like your outfit,” he smirks, and I feel myself growing warm as I think about exactly what he did to me in it last week.

“Thanks!” I sashay up to him and give him a flirty smile. “I wore it for you.”

His nostrils flare as his eyes sweep over my body, but he says nothing.

It takes all my courage to give him my best wide-eyed look. “I was hoping you’d take it off me.”

“No.” His firm tone makes my stomach quiver. Ugh, I want him even more when he uses that tone.

He turns towards the window and gazes out of it while he drinks his coffee. I want to get on my knees and beg him to f*ck me again. “Why not?”

He takes another sip of his coffee before answering. “It was a mistake. You’re my daughter for Christ’s sake. I can’t f*ck you again.”

His answer angers me. He’s already f*cked me once; the damage is done. I’m about to snap at him that he can’t ignore me when the newest intern, Dennis, walks into the breakroom. He’s 22, a couple of years older than I am. He’s boyish and adorable in a dorky way—just the type of guy I like to go after.

A couple of interns have quit since I started working here, so they’re hiring replacements. I know Daddy blames me, but it’s not my fault they can’t seem to separate work from pleasure. I only s*cked their cocks—no one asked them to quit. Guys can be so dumb.

I turn on the charm. “Hi Dennis! Want some coffee?”

Dennis blushes as he gives me a shy smile. “Sure, thanks.”

I smile at him and pour a mug of coffee before turning to give it to Dennis. He takes a sip and eyes my outfit, his gaze lingering on my br3asts. Now here is a guy who appreciates my assets. I straighten my shoulders and stick my t!ts out further.

Stepping close to Dennis, I run a hand up his arm, lingering on his shoulder. His eyes widen and I see my father watching us. My pu$$y buzzes and I feel powerful as I purr, “Do you want to take lunch with me down by the lake today? I’d like to get to know you better.”

Dennis gives me a startled, “Really?”

I smile and nod. When my dad shifts tensely, I smile wider. Yeah, if you don’t like this, maybe you should do something about it. I give all my attention to Dennis. “So see you there at 12:30, okay? Don’t be late. I’ll be ready for you.”

Dennis almost trips over his tongue in his haste to agree to meet me at lunch. Daddy puts his mug on the counter. Every move he makes is controlled, and I can tell he’s not pleased.

His voice is crisp. “Dennis, go check in with HR. They have some forms for you to sign.”

“Oh okay, Mr. Robinson.” Dennis gives me a weak smile before scurrying out of the breakroom.

I square my shoulders, cross my arms, and face my father. He stares at me with hooded eyes, and I can’t read his expression. When he’s silent for three heartbeats, I raise an eyebrow at him in challenge. Is he going to say anything?

He slowly licks his lips, and the heat returns to his eyes as he stares at me. “You’re going to miss that lunch date.”

I tilt my head at him. “Oh? I don’t think so. He seems nice.”