Chapter 1
Lisa’s POV
I came home thinking I’d live an easygoing normal life. Just a quiet weekend before starting my new job, unpacking boxes, eating Mom’s cooking, maybe catching up on sleep, but instead, I found them.
My stepfather, Pastor Daniel Hartwell, naked on top of Sarah Miller, a young girl that's barely twenty, fresh out of youth group, panting, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
I know I should’ve turned away but I couldn't because I didn’t want to.
I stood there, hidden in the dark hallway, hand slipping under my skirt without thinking. My fingers moved fast, quietly, matching his rhythm. It felt wrong watching them that way but it also felt so right. But soon I accidentally moaned out loud.
They froze immediately and my Stepdad turned, eyes wide with horror. I gasped lightly and ran before he could discover me hiding there.
Hours later, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. He steps in, still in that damn white shirt, collar undone. 'Please,' he whispers, voice breaking. 'Your mother can’t know about what happened, Lisa. Also the church… I’ll lose everything if this gets out.'
I sit up slowly with a good idea forming in my head. 'If you don’t want anyone to find out then you’ll have to do what I say.'
'I'll do anything you want me to do, Lisa. If it's money you want, I can get that for you too.'
'I don't want your money. I want your dick inside me.'
His breath catches. 'Lisa, what are you....? You cannot mean that. I'm your father, that's a really expensive joke.'
'Do I look like I’m joking?' I spread my legs slightly beneath the sheets. 'Either you fuck me… or you'll definitely lose everything.'
He hesitates, then kneels beside the bed. 'God forgive me…'
But when he looks at me, it’s not guilt in his eyes. It’s hunger. Then he whispers something that gives me chills: 'This is not right but I’ve wanted this for a long time, Lisa.'
"Then prove it, Daddy dearest. Take all your clothes of right now."
He doesn’t move at first. Just stares with lust filled eyes, then, with slow and deliberate movements, he unbuttons his shirt and I watch him with pleasure.
“You're really doing this, Lisa?” he says, voice low and a bit skeptical.
“I’m really making you.”
The shirt falls open and I see the dark trail of hair leading down below his belt. He unfastens his belt and his pants drop completely to the ground, his boxers follow next. He’s semi-hard already, cock twitching as it springs free.
“Get on the bed, Daddy.” I say.
“Lisa maybe—”
“My bed. Now.”
He climbs onto the mattress, knees sinking into the comforter as he hovers over me smelling like wood and sin. I reach down, wrap my fingers around him and he gasps.
“Jesus—”
“Not anymore.” I stroke slowly, intentionally teasing him. His thick, warm, dick growing harder in my hand. “You don’t get to pray your way out of this.”
“I wasn’t praying.” His hips buck slightly. “I was begging.”
“Good.” I guide him to my entrance, still dressed under him. “Now be a good daddy and make me feel it.”
He pushes forward, nudging against my soaked panties. I arch into him, grinding as the head of his dick rubs my clit just right and I moan.
We both freeze and hold our breath when we hear footsteps echo down the hall.
Daniel exhales, trembling. “We should stop, we can’t… if your mom finds us…”
“She won’t.” I yank my panties aside. “Now fuck me before I change my mind about not ruining your life.”
He hesitates one second too long, so I slam my hips up, impaling myself on him in one sharp motion. He groans, deep and guttural and I bite my lip to stifle my own cry.
He starts moving slowly and I dig my nails into his back. “Go faster and harder, daddy or I’ll tell everyone, starting with my mom.”
His rhythm stutters, then drives into me, rough and desperate. Each thrust hits deep, shaking the headboard and I don’t care who hears.
Let them all know what he really is.
