#stepdad!daemon

You and Daemon are in a strange routine for a stepdaughter and stepfather, you piss him off, he fucks you, rinse and repeat. You don’t mind the routine, it’s almost the only way you can get his attention, but you take it a step further this time.

You don’t know if it’s cheating, per se, when you bring home a boy from school. Jake always seemed to have a thing for you and teenage boys are horny. You aren’t even sure if you care about the whole cheating thing (if that’s what it is). When you get into Daemon’s mansion, you take Jake by the hand and lead him to the kitchen. Daemon is sitting there when you arrive, a glass of crimson red wine in his hand. He eyes Jake emotionlessly, clearly curious about who he is but not curious enough to give you the satisfaction of asking.

“This is Jake.” You say anyhow as you grab a bag of chips from the pantry.

“A friend?” Your stepfather asks, not looking concerned in the slightest.

“Something like that.” You say with just enough suggestion in your voice. You want to make his skin crawl. Even if he’d never show it.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Jake says playfully. The ‘sir’ clearly isn’t said with the utmost respect. Daemon doesn’t even give him a glance in response.

You roll your pretty, sweet eyes and pull Jake up the stairs to your bedroom. You make it so that Daemon can hear just what the two of you are getting up to. You want him to know you can get pleasure elsewhere. You want him to be livid. You want him to explode. When you walk Jake out and press a kiss to his cheek, it’s exactly what you expect, anger. But it’s not what you’re given.

“Have a busy night, little girl?” He asks, eying your messy hair. It doesn’t feel like he’s flirting though. It feels like he just sees you as a dumb child. You keep silent and when you can’t come up with a response, he speaks again. “Go to bed then. You look… tired.” You almost think he’s judging you; you know he’s judging you. Feeling frustrated, you go up to your room again just like he suggests.

You act up a numerous amount of times over the next week, trying desperately to get him to see you, acknowledge what you need from him. He never gives in or punishes you in any way. You feel desperate at this point. So, you try to work your way into tempting him once again.

You fill up the massive clawfoot tub in his bathroom with hot water and bubbles. You then tie your hair up loosely in a bun before stripping down and stepping in. The water calms you and the fact that you’re doing this in Daemon’s bathroom excites you.

It isn’t more than 10 minutes before he returns home. He doesn’t call out for you, just makes his way upstairs and into his bathroom. Your stepfather doesn’t notice you right away but as he is loosening his tie, he catches your gaze in the mirror. If he is surprised, he doesn’t show it.

“Having a nice soak, little one?” He asks and you’re just happy that he’s decided to speak to you.

“It would be better if you joined me, Daemon.” You say as sensually as you can manage.

“I’m alright.” He says and walks out.

You’re upset by the rejection and you get out of the bath, wrapping a towel around you so you can follow him. He begins to undress in his walk-in closet.

“Perhaps I can help you relax.” You say softly and drop to your knees in front of him.

Your towel falls in a heap around your hips as you use your hands to unbuckle his belt. He looks disinterested as you take his cock out from his trousers and he doesn’t even say a word as you take him in your mouth. You feel feverish as you suck him off, trying to pull a reaction out of him. He stays looking bored as you work his cock vigorously. When he grabs you by the back of your hair, you feel hopeful, thinking he is going to take control but he doesn’t. He yanks your head off him so roughly that you fall to your bum.

“Gods, it’s like you’re trying to suck the skin off my cock.” He rolls his eyes and zips his pants back up, deciding to just keep his work trousers on. He leaves you in the closet and walks downstairs. You follow him like a hopeless little puppy.

“Why don’t you want me anymore?” You ask angrily as he sits in his armchair with his book, his reading glasses just put on. He sighs.

“If you would like a quick fuck, baby, then go ask Jake.”

So he is upset about that. You think to yourself.

“So you’re threatened by a teenage boy?” You scoff at him.

“Don’t act so high and mighty when less than two minutes ago, you were on your knees and begging for my cock.” He says in that same unconcerned tone.

“I-I was hardly begging.” You protest weakly because you know how true his words are.

“Why would I want such a silly little slut anyhow? Who knows what you got fucking all those other boys. Tell me, did you let Jake hit it raw?” He says so cruelly that tears spring to your eyes. You rush out of the room and up the stairs.

“Fuck.” He murmurs, knowing he went too far.

He rubs his temples, hearing the quiet sobs coming from your bedroom. Your stepfather knows he should treat you more gently. He gives you a minute to yourself before walking up the stairs and knocking.

“What?” You ask abrasively as he walks in.

“I apologize for what I said. You’re no slut and you can fuck who you please.” His jaw clenches at the last sentence. He clearly doesn’t want you fucking other people.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else and you ignore me so often. How would I even know if you like me?” You sniffle.

He comes and sits beside you. “Oh baby, of course I like you.” He runs his fingers through your hair. “I didn’t mean to neglect my little girl.”

He takes the towel that is wrapped around you like a safety blanket and pulls it away. You immediately try to grab it back but he doesn’t let you. He then pulls you to your feet.

“No, let me look at you.” He doesn’t just look though. No, he touches you as well. Daemon’s hands trace down your sides and over your breasts, between your thighs. “Such a sweet thing. I want you to be only for me. Do you understand?” You nod timidly. “And I’ll be only for you.” You look pleased at this but also a little in dream land as he drops to his knees.

Daemon hooks an arm around your left thigh and spreads your legs a little so he can begin to eat you out. He goes very slowly, giving very much attention to everywhere but your pearl and you have to hold onto his hair to anchor yourself. You grind against his face a little to try and get the attention onto your pearl. He chuckles from between your thighs and begins to suck right where you want him to.

“Ah ah…” You let out quiet little moans and he rubs up and down your thigh for comfort.

You tug on his hair harder now as he uses his tongue to try and coax your peak out of you. He works his mouth a little faster now, knowing how close you are. You can feel it building more, and more… until you fall over the edge, your legs trembling as the high washes over you. He moves his tongue slowly now, so he can help you come down off it peacefully.

“Good girl.” He says as he parts his mouth from your folds, his lips shining with your wetness. “That silly boy never made you feel so good, did he?” You flush in a way that he wasn’t expecting, like you’re hiding something. “What is it, princess? Did he not make you cum?” He asks, still on his knees for you so he can press fluttering kisses to your abdomen.

“I um… we didn’t.” You start.

“Oh honey, did he even touch you? Did you let him take those pretty panties off?” He only has to look at your face to know the answer. “Then what were those sounds coming from your room?”

“I grinded on him a bit.” You say softly.

“Did you make the poor boy cum in his boxers?” He asks with a chuckle as he stands, causing you to look up at him.

You nod.

“I hardly believe a little dry humping was making you moan like that.” He says.

“I might have exaggerated so you’d hear.” You say bashfully.

“I thought so. You did all that to get daddy’s attention? Seven hells, baby, you need to learn to just ask.” He says as he holds your chin and runs a finger over your lips.

“Okay.” You say submissively.

“Who knew such an innocent looking thing would need to be fucked so badly.” He murmurs. “Go lay on my bed and wait for me.” He says and you quickly scurry off to his room.

He makes you wait for a while, grabbing some nice ribbon that would be strong enough to restrain you. When he enters his room, you’re lying on your tummy, clutching a pillow.

“On your back, hands above your head.” He commands and you listen carefully and obey.

He then brings out the ribbon to tie your wrists together and to the headboard. “Does that hurt?”

“No.” You say as you shake your head.

He hmms in approval and parts your thighs again so he can eat you once more. You’re surprised by this, not sure how much he thinks you can take.

Once Daemon gets a second orgasm out of you, he strips down himself.

“I just… need a moment.” You say, all dazed but he puts a hand to your folds and begins to rub slowly.

“No.” He says a little coldly. “You don’t get a moment.”

You try to pull your hips away as he rubs his tip against your pearl but no amount of squirming can keep him from you.

“Daddy…” you whimper out, not knowing really if it’s a plea for more or a plea for him to stop. You can’t form the thoughts to actually care either way.

“Shhh, little girl. I know what you need.” He slips himself inside of you and you’re so slick that it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it usually does. You just feel a dull sort of ache as you take him in.

He cants his hips against yours again and again, the gentle thrusts stirring something up in your tummy. He leaves your pearl alone now but it doesn’t stop the sensation, like a coil winding up in your tummy. You’ve never considered that you could peak from penetration alone but as he lazily moves his cock in and out of you, you know that it’ll be the case today. Daemon looks surprised as well as he sees that glaze in your eyes you get when you’re close. He stopped the stimulation to draw out your pleasure but realizes that it’s likely that the smallest touches from him right now would cause you to peak.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He asks you gently.

You just gaze up at him dreamily in response. He then feels you clench around him, watches your face screw up a bit as you squirm again. He knows he should probably stop, he could just pump himself and finish on your tummy, but he doesn’t. He keeps thrusting into you, fucking you through the high and then some. The overstimulation has you tugging on the ribbons that hold you.

“Just a little longer.” He says to assure you.

“It’s too much…” You mewl out.

He keeps his steady thrusts and you feel yourself slipping away, the touch on your pearl not even bringing you back to reality. He cums inside you and the gooey warm feeling makes you peak a fourth time but your drowsiness has your eyes feeling heavy.

“Oh, baby.” He coos out as you fall into sleep.

You don’t feel what happens next, how he unties you or wipes you down gently with a cloth. He lets you sleep for a half hour before waking you up with light strokes to your hair.

“How do you feel?” He asks as your vision unblurs.

“Tired.” You say.

“You just woke up.” He says with a light, breathy chuckle. “My sleeping beauty.”

“Lay with me for a while longer?” You ask but it’s not really a question.

Daemon could never deny you when you’re like this so he gets under the warm, fluffy covers with you. You cling to him like a koala, resting your head on his chest so you can hear him breathe. You both are more than content to lay like this. You want to absorb into him but for now you can settle on feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

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You do as your stepfather bids and make your way to your bed after pulling your pjs back on, the soreness between your legs making your steps painful. You lay there, dazed, as you wait for him to come and get you, the rough pounding you received causing you to not be able to form any coherent thoughts.

You hear mumbling outside your door. Daemon explains to your mother that you aren’t feeling well and are sleeping off the sickness. She coos with pity in response before thanking him for taking the day off work to care for you. It isn’t long before you hear the front door close, signalling that your mother has left. You can hear footsteps approaching your room and you turn over, pretending to be asleep as you hear the door open.

“I know you’re not sleeping, pet.” Daemon says as he walks over to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You roll back over and look up at him. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He smirks and lets his fingers run across your lips before pushing them into your mouth. You suck on them like a child with a pacifier and he keeps them there for a few moments. “We have lots more play to do today.” He takes the fingers out of your mouth.

“I already feel sticky.” You pout and he gives you a look before pulling the blankets off of you.

“I’ll clean you off then.” He hauls you over his shoulder and begins to make his way to the master bathroom.

“Hey put me do- ow!” You squeal as he slaps your ass for complaining.

“Stop your mewling, little pet.” He takes you into the bathroom and sets you down so you’re sitting on the counter. “Let’s take this off then.” He grabs the hem of your pj top and begins to lift it up but your delicate hands grab at his wrists.

“I can shower by myself.” He just laughs at that.

“I don’t think so.” He takes your top off forcefully and tugs your bottoms and panties off as well. You try to cover yourself with your hands. “Such a shy girl. What are you covering that beautiful body for? Don’t you want daddy to take care of you?” You blush as he pulls your arms away, his gaze falling on your chest. “Perfect fucking tits. Spread your legs a little, baby.” You don’t move so he sighs and pries your legs apart and gives you a sharp slap right on your pearl.

“Ah!” You squeal and recoil at the feeling.

“Don’t disobey me anymore.” He says sternly. He then walks over to turn on the shower before stripping himself down. Your eyes widen as you notice the size of him. You never realized how long and thick he is and you wonder how it ever fit inside you. “C’mon.” He says and picks you up again under your thighs and takes you into the shower. “You gotta stand now, princess.” He advises and places you back on your feet under the water.

Daemon grabs a washcloth and lathers it up with soap. He stands behind you with one hand on your waist and the other wiping you down. He washes you silently for a few minutes and it’s almost… nice? That’s before the hand on your waist begins to wander gently down your tummy. He makes gentle circles and patterns before sliding his hand between your legs.

“N-Not there.” You beg as he begins to rub back and forth.

“Daddy is just making sure you’re clean everywhere, princess.” He says and then smirks when you whimper. “I think you need extra cleaning here.” He rubs directly on your pearl and you become putty in his hands, having to reach back and hold his other arm to stable yourself. “Actually I know just the tool you need for a proper cleaning.” You feel his hardness press against you and he pushes you flush against the wall, holding your hands behind your back.

“Nooo I can’t again.” You whine.

“You can, pet and you will.” You gasp as he slides himself in and once again gives you no chance to adjust as he begins thrusting into you.

“Wait… slower!” You beg and he scoffs.

“We both know you like this. You’re such a whore for daddy’s cock.” He says while plowing into you. There’s no such thing as gentle with Daemon Targaryen.

“Hurtsss.” You whine again and he spanks your ass.

“Don’t be such a brat. Your tight little cunt took me fine before and it’s going to do it again.” He says firmly, his pace getting rougher somehow. 

Your stepfather then grabs you by the hair and tugs it to the side so he can kiss you. You whimper softly into his mouth as he hits the sweet spot inside of you. He then lets go of your hair and rubs harshly on the most sensitive part of your pearl, causing you to scream.

“What would your mother think if she saw you acting like such a slut right now?” He laughs at you and it only makes you squeeze around him more. “Oh you like that? You like it when I treat you like the whore that you are. You’re my personal fucking cocksleave now, pet. I hope you understand that.” You can only whine in response, words not coming to your mind. He feels you squeeze him more and he knows you’re getting close. “You gonna cum for me, little girl?” You nod as much as you can. “Beg.”

“P-Please… daddy… need it.” He knows that it’s all you can manage to say so he lets you.

“Cum for me then.” You moan loudly as you reach your peak, squeezing him like a vice but he doesn’t stop fucking into you.

“Wait… no more.” You whimper but it doesn’t stop him.

“You’re not the one in charge here, I am.” He says simply as he continues to slam his hips against yours.

“No I-I can't.” You feel the tears spring to your eyes as you try to free your hands from his grasp.

“I’m almost done, baby. Just a little bit longer. You’re doing so well for me.” He assures you and continues to thrust in and out of you for about a minute longer as you cry. When he’s finally done, he spills his seed deep inside of you. “Good job, pet.” He praises and turns you around so he can hold you. “We’ll clean you off again and then you can come cuddle in daddy’s bed, okay?” He presses a kiss to your head and you nod.

“O-Okay.” You breathe out.

“Do we have any ice cream?” That gets him to look at you. You get no visible reaction to how you’re dressed except the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Bit late for that isn’t it, darling?” His eyes give you a once over.

“Fine, don't tell me.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, little girl.” He’s reading his book again. You don’t know how he even saw the action.

You brush it off and walk over to the freezer. You could crouch to open it but you don’t, choosing to bend over instead. The silk of your nightgown rides up your thighs and over your ass. You can’t tell if he’s watching, but he is. You wish you could see the look of shock on his face when he realizes that you aren’t wearing any panties. He watches you closely as you rummage through the freezer, his eyes drinking up the sight of your most intimate area on perfect display. It would be so easy for him to just take you now but he keeps his restraint.

“Daddy, I can’t find the ice cream.”

Bullshit. He thinks to himself and also, since when do you call him daddy? He hates how it makes his pants tighten.

“It’s in there.” He knows he shouldn’t go over there.

“Help me find it.” You whine petulantly. 

Fuck it. He thinks and saunters over to you. He stands behind you as you keep pretending to look. His finger trails up your bare thigh and gives your butt a light squeeze before placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into his crotch. He then bends over you and grabs the ice cream right out of the freezer.

“In plain sight, princess.” 

“Oops. I guess I missed it.” You begin to stand as he places the tub on the counter but his large hand on your upper back stops you. “What-” He cuts you off.

“You know this nightgown is very skimpy for such a young girl.” He plays with the silk as he holds you firmly in place.

“I’m an adult.” You blush intensely at him feeling you up.

“Hardly.” He folds the hem up so he can see more. “I’ve seen more threads on a spider’s web. And no panties? You’ve been quite the naughty little thing.” He pulls your legs apart so he can get a better view of your bare cunt. His fingers run up and down, caressing your inner thigh. “Is this all for daddy’s attention?” 

“Why would I want your attention? You’re old.” You manage to spit out at him.

“Oh how you wound me.” He says condescendingly. “If i’m so old then I definitely have experience with little brats who like to show off.”

“I’m not a brat.” You protest and he chuckles.

“But you are. You’re a naughty, attention-seeking brat who likes flashing her bare cunt to her stepfather.” He pushes down on your back a little harder, forcing you to bend over more. “I know just what a spoiled girl like you needs.”

“W-What?” You can’t decide if you’re more nervous or aroused.

“A nice little spanking from her daddy.” He doesn’t give you a chance to protest before you feel the first smack.

“Ah!” You gasp and the second smack is harder. “Daddy, it hurts!” You cry out as he continues to swat your ass. Your skin begins to redden under his palm.

“Stop whining. You deserve this.” You get another two harsh swats before he begins to rub your punished flesh. “My naughty girl.” His fingers tease around before they slide between your folds. “Oh you liked it when I spanked you. I’ve never felt a pussy this wet.” He teases and you whimper. “You want a little reward, baby?”

“Y-Yes… please.” You breathe out and he slips a finger in, curling it to hit the spot. Your hands grip the handle of the freezer for support as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

“Stand up straight and turn around. I want a taste.” You’re quick to obey him as he kneels in front of you. “Hold your nighty up, princess.” You grab the hem and hold it up around your waist. He grips your thighs with his big hands and spreads your legs open, before pressing a gentle, teasing kiss to your inner thigh. You can’t explain how good you feel as he licks a strip up your folds. It feels even better when he groans at the taste of you. He eats you like it’s his last meal, like your arousal tastes better than ambrosia and nectar combined. Your hand reaches down to grip his hair. He looks like a god on his knees for his goddess.

“Daemon.” You moan his name, whispering it again and again like a mantra. He wants to be annoyed that you didn’t call him daddy but his name sounds so perfect when it falls from your sweet, soft lips. You squeal lightly as he nips at your clit, your hold on his hair tightening and you can swear that you feel him smirk against you. He brings his fingers up to help him, using them to tease your rough spot inside while his tongue works at your clit. He feels you tighten around him as you reach your peak, squirming as you whimper his name once more. He uses his fingers to fuck you through your high before pulling them out and licking them clean.

“My good girl.” He praises as he rises to his feet. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He desperately wants to fuck you right now but his sweet little girl looks so dazed. He’ll leave that for tomorrow.