"Such a good girl," Daddy murmured, rolling over on top of Clara. He pulled her nightgown up and spread her legs. When the tip of his cock pressed against her, she started to cry again. The tingly feeling came flooding back and she knew Daddy could feel how wet she was. Would he punish her again?

"Please don't, Daddy!" He only shushed her and lined up his cock. Then he put one hand over her mouth and started to push inside. She was slick and his cock was wet from her mouth, and the head easily wedged against her. Her body was tight, muscles clenched, but he pushed harder and slid in an inch. Her scream was muffled by his hand as he thrust deeper. Even once the head was fully inside, she was still so small that he had to work at pushing in and out of her.

Clara bucked and writhed under him, pain and shame burning in her. It hurt; he was too big- much too big! He was doing to her what the man in her dream had done, and even though she knew she shouldn't, Clara couldn't help the strange feeling that filled her along with the pain. She felt stuffed full and raw and too sensitive. Daddy's cock kept pushing into her, stretching her too tightly. He moaned her name and thrust harder against her. Clara closed her eyes and went limp, trying to stop the feelings, trying to forget that her Daddy's cock was thrusting inside her.

"Look at me, Clara," Daddy ordered. She shook her head, and he drove his cock hard into her, making her shriek against his hand. She obeyed and looked into his eyes, seeing them flash black and then back to their normal color. Something stirred within her, a different kind of fear, but before she could figure out what it was, Daddy was thrusting harder and faster, making her gasp for breath. "I'm going to come, baby," he moaned. "I'm going to come in your tight little pussy. Tell Daddy you want him to come in you, Clara. Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you harder."

She shook her head again, unable to say the naughty words. Daddy was too caught up to force her to do it. He put both hands on her hips and lifted them, thrusting into her deeper and deeper.

Suddenly he moved one hand over, dipping his thumb to where their bodies were joined and getting it slick. Then he brushed it up and over her. Her body bowed, strange sensations streaking up through her. He did it again and again, making her muscles clench and her body tremble. As he continued to stroke her, she couldn't help moaning at how good it felt. The feeling built in her belly until she thought she might fly apart. She fought it, knowing this was naughty, that she was a bad girl, but he stroked harder and faster as he fucked her, driving her up and up and up...

"Come on, baby. Come for Daddy. I want to feel you come while I come inside you." He stroked and thrust, and something broke in Clara. She screamed. It felt like lightning arched up through her. As she shook, Daddy growled and groaned, moving his hand away so he could grab both hips and thrust into her fast and rough. Each thrust made the feeling sharper and deeper until she finally collapsed. Daddy's cock pulsed and jerked as he came inside her, still thrusting slowly. Then he let his weight fall on Clara. She tried to push against him, shame and humiliation making her weak.

Finally, his chest moved. But when she looked up, it wasn't Daddy's face above her anymore. It was Damien's. And they weren't in her childhood bedroom. They were in a darkly decorated room, on a huge bed with black bed curtains and a black comforter over black silk sheets.

"Oh my God," Clara gasped, pulling away.

"Quite the opposite, in fact," Damien drawled, that amused smirk on his face.

"You...you-" She shuddered, closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She couldn't believe that she'd thought the man with her had been her father. He'd died before she was born, and the pictures she had seen of him looked nothing like Damien's conjured face. How had he managed to make her believe it?

"You survived night two, Clara. And quite beautifully, I might add." He reached his hand out and stroked her cheek. Clara jerked away from his hand.

"Don't touch me," she hissed. "You disgust me." She expected anger, outrage, violence. Instead, he only laughed and palmed her sex.

"I disgust you? I think I turn you on, Clara. Your cunt's soaked. The screams of your orgasm are still ringing in my ears."

"I didn't- I fought you!"

"Yes, you did. Much to my pleasure. I quite enjoyed your futile attempts to stop me." He smiled indulgently down at her. "But in the end, you came like the good little whore you are."

"You're sick." Shame fueled her bravado.

"Really? Incest is the fourth most searched pornography on the internet. I would know, I invented it. I knew Oedipus personally. Now that was fun to set up. And lets not forget...you came too, Clara."

"I don't care how you excuse it." She shook her head, denying her part. She was ashamed at how wet she still was, how much she'd enjoyed it. "You're a sicko who can't get your rocks off except to be perverted." Clara knew she'd gone too far when fire snapped in those black eyes. He pinned her to the bed and for a moment he looked more beast than man.

"Can't, Clara?" He snarled her name, teeth glinting in the low light like fangs. "Should I show you just how little I need to 'get my rocks off?'" Before she could answer, he flipped her over to her hands and knees and drove his hard cock deep inside her. She cried out from the sudden intrusion, gasping for breath when the force of his thrusts knocked the wind from her. He pushed her down until her shoulders were flush against the bed and wrapped her hair around his fist. His other hand clutched at her hip, holding her immoblie as he pounded into her. She moaned as she got wetter, body eagerly welcoming him despite her wanting to protest.

"Play with yourself, Clara," he growled. She refused to reply, refused to obey him. He jerked her head back by the hair and thrust into her harder. "Rub your clit, Clara. I want to feel your cunt squeeze around my cock. I want you to come as I come inside you." It was exactly what he'd said as her Daddy, and Clara moaned helplessly. "I want you to know that I own you, body and soul. That you're mine inside and out. Do you hear me, Clara? You're mine!" He punctuated the words by thrusting into her hard and fast. Defeated, Clara moved one hand down and rubbed her clit. In only moments, she was aching and on edge. She started to spasm and clench. "That's right, little slut. Come while I fuck you." He growled the words as his cock started to jerk. With a groan, he leaned over her and bit her shoulder, hard. She screamed, throbbing around his cock as he came inside her. He slowed his thrusts, drawing out both their orgasms.

When she finally went limp, he ran his tongue along the intentions his teeth had made, pulled out of her still pulsing body and collapsed on the bed next to her. Clara didn't even roll over. She simply laid down exactly where she was, eyes closed. She was defeated, exhausted, and her body was still trembling with pleasure.

*

Damien ran one finger up and down the long line of her back, admiring her. She was his. His smirk returned, equilibrium regained as she started to fall into an orgasm induced sleep.

"Ten more nights, Clara," he whispered.