134 Show me your acting

I school mi face in a scowl, before opening Ella's door without knocking, something that I have never done since she was twelve. Well, except for my molesting visits lately…

Ella is at her desk, her head bent over a book. As I enter the room, she turns to look at me and then with a sneer turns her head to the book once more. Perfect! She is acting just like her mother…

I stand in the middle of the room and start talking in an annoyed voice.

"Your useless mother didn't cook again today. No matter, her cooking is shit in any case. I am ordering food from outside. Have you eaten?"

I wait for her reply, but Ella does not respond and keeps studying as if she didn't hear me.

"I am talking to you, young lady! Are you hungry?"

Ella is still ignoring me.

I walk to her desk and close her book with force in front of her face.

"Don't ignore me, you little brat! I will ask for the last time. Have. You. Eaten?"

Ella rises her head and looks at me with contempt in her eyes.

"You don't give a damn either way, so why should I bother to answer you, Dad?"

"Don't talk to me with that tone, young lady, or you will regret it!", I answer, anger evident on my face.

Ella sneers at me as she replies,

"Or what? You will stop caring about me? You will stop talking to me? Will you slap me? You already did all that Dad, a long time ago. You can't do nothing that you haven't already done."

I channel fury on my face and grab her by the hair, forcing her to stand,

"Oh really? Let's see if I can do anything else".

Holding her by the hair, I drag her toward her bed.

"Ow, what are you doing? Dad, stop! I hate you! let go of me."

I throw her on the bed violently, though secretly making sure that she doesn't hit anywhere else, then while she tries to stand up, I move to the door, close it and lock it. Ella is now standing beside the bed, angry and afraid.

I stand in front of her and push her with my palm on her chest, causing her to fall again on the bed. This time however, I fall on top of her, my knees on her sides, as I grab her wrists and push them above her head. the fear in her eyes is much stronger now, as she struggles to break free from my grip while screaming,

"Stop it! let me go! Let me go, Dad! I'll tell mom!"

I laugh loudly at her words,

"Go ahead, tell her. Tell her also that if she makes a peep, I will kick you both on the curb without a penny."

As I say so, I switch to a one-handed hold on her wrist and with my now free hand I grab her breast and squeeze.

"Damn, you got some fine knockers. I will enjoy punishing you!"

Ella screams and cries and tries to break free, but to no avail. At that moment I freeze what I am doing and say in a concerned voice,

"Strawberries. Honey, are you all right?"

Ella stops fighting and looks at me. On seeing my worried expression, she relaxes.

"Y-yes daddy… I didn't expect it to be so intense… for a moment I thought that it was real."

"I know honey, that is how it works, it makes you doubt yourself and amplifies your feelings. That is why the safe word is important. Imagine if you wanted to stop and I didn't realize it. it would make you fear daddy, and that is not something I ever want."

Ella nods in agreement,

"Yeah, daddy. You are right, for a second I doubted whether that was you." Oh, it was, honey, it was…

I move my hand from her chest to caress her cheek. My baby girl leans on my hand.

"Honey, if it is too much we can stop. We don't have to do this."

My little angel shakes her head.

"No daddy. I don't want to stop. It is weird, and I feel a lot of things that I never felt before, but I don't hate it. besides… I am getting wet…."

The last sentence is delivered in a whisper and my baby blushes as she says it. Awww, how adorable…

"Okay, honey, if you are sure. Ready?"

Ella nods, and I move my hand again to her chest, school my expression to anger and lust and continue.

I knead her breast roughly while laughing as I say,

"if I realized before what nice tits you have, I might have done this sooner. You are mine after all. I made you, I feed you, I buy you clothes, I let you live in my house. Don't you think that you should repay me somehow? Hehe, I guess I will take your body as my payment. I will r.ape your mouth, I will r.ape your ass I will r.ape your pussy, and I will keep doing so until you become my obedient little slut, always ready to spread her legs for her dad!"

As I say so, I grab the neck of her pajama and pull down hard and fast, causing three of the four buttons to pop. Ella screams desperately,

"Noo, stop dad! Please stop! I will be good… I promise… I will never talk back again... please daddy, stoop!"

I brusquely move the sides of her pajama apart and grab a naked tit, then start squeezing it hard. Ella squeal and keeps screaming and crying, but I don't care. I stand up from the bed dragging Ella along with me and twist her wrists forcing her arms behind her back, then I proceed to rip the top of her pajama apart all the way and push it behind her back, causing it to drop from her shoulders and bunch up around her forearms as I run my hand along her naked chest.

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