100 Ways To Damn Yourself

**Story 1: Daddy’s Little Secret**

The house felt too quiet that night. Rain tapped on the roof like soft fingers and I could not sleep. I was nineteen now but some nights still felt like I was a little girl scared of thunder. I slipped out of bed in my thin white tank top and tiny pink shorts and walked downstairs. The kitchen light was on. Dad was there. Not my real dad. My stepdad. Marcus. Tall and broad with thick arms from years at the construction site. He stood at the counter drinking a glass of water wearing only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

He turned when he heard me. His eyes moved slowly down my body then back up to my face. Something in his look made my stomach tight and warm at the same time.

"Could not sleep princess?" he asked. His voice was low and rough like he had been thinking hard about something.

I shook my head and walked closer. The floor was cold under my bare feet. "The rain is loud tonight."

He put the glass down. His chest was bare and I could see the dark hair there and the way his muscles moved when he breathed. I had noticed him more and more lately. The way he looked at me when mom was not around. The way his hand sometimes brushed my waist when he passed me in the hallway. I told myself it was nothing. But tonight my body did not believe that lie.

"Come here," he said softly.

I stepped right in front of him. Close enough that I could smell his skin. Soap and something darker like man and sweat. My nipples were already hard under the thin top and I knew he could see them.

"You are shaking," he whispered. One big hand came up and rubbed my arm slow and warm. "Cold?"

I nodded even though I was not cold at all. Heat was spreading between my legs. I pressed my thighs together without thinking.

Marcus looked down at me for a long moment. Then he did something he had never done before. He pulled me into a hug. Not the quick fatherly kind. This one was slow. His big arms wrapped all the way around me and pressed my body against his chest. My breasts flattened on him. I could feel his heart beating strong and fast.

"You know you are safe with me right?" he murmured against my hair.

I nodded into his chest. But safe was not what I wanted right now. I wanted his hands lower. I wanted him to stop treating me like his little girl and see me as the woman I had become.

I tilted my head up. Our faces were so close. His breath touched my lips. "Daddy..."

The word slipped out soft and sweet. I had called him that for years. But tonight it sounded different. Thicker. Hungrier.

His hand slid down my back and stopped right above my ass. He did not move it away. "Say it again."

"Daddy," I breathed.

His fingers dug in a little. I felt him getting hard against my belly through his sweatpants. Thick and heavy. My mouth went dry.

"You should go back to bed princess," he said. But he did not let me go. Instead his other hand came up and brushed my hair from my face. His thumb ran across my bottom lip.

I opened my mouth and caught his thumb between my lips. Just a little. I sucked on it gently. His eyes went dark.

"Fuck," he whispered. "What are you doing to me?"

I did not answer with words. I pressed my body harder against him. My hips moved in a small circle. I felt his cock twitch and grow even bigger. It was so warm. So hard. My pussy was getting wet. I could feel my shorts sticking to me.

Marcus groaned low in his throat. He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with his mouth. The kiss was not soft. It was deep and hungry. His tongue pushed in and claimed mine. One big hand grabbed my ass and squeezed hard while the other held the back of my neck. I moaned into his mouth. My hands ran up his chest feeling every muscle.

When we broke apart we were both breathing fast. A thin string of spit connected our lips for a second.

"We should not," he said. But his hands were still on me. One slid under my tank top and cupped my bare breast. His rough thumb rubbed my nipple in slow circles. "Your mother..."

"Is not home," I finished for him. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He was huge. My hand could barely go around him. "Please Daddy. I need you."

He cursed again and lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing. My legs opened wide and he stepped between them. His mouth attacked my neck sucking and biting while his hands pushed my tank top up. He looked at my tits for a long moment then leaned down and took one nipple into his hot mouth. He sucked hard. I cried out and grabbed his hair. My pussy throbbed so bad it almost hurt.

While he sucked he slipped one hand into my shorts. His thick fingers found my soaked slit and rubbed up and down.

"So fucking wet," he growled against my breast. "All this for Daddy?"

"Yes," I moaned. "Only for you."

He pushed one finger inside me. Then two. They were so big. He fucked me slow with them while his mouth moved to the other nipple. My juices ran down his hand. The sound was wet and dirty in the quiet kitchen.

I was close already. My legs shook around him. He felt it and rubbed my clit with his thumb fast and perfect.

"Cum for me princess," he ordered. "Cum on Daddy’s fingers."

I came hard. My whole body jerked and I bit his shoulder to stay quiet. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. My pussy squeezed his fingers again and again.

When I finally stopped shaking he pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean tasting myself. His eyes burned as he watched.

He stepped back breathing heavy. His cock was making a huge tent in his sweatpants. A wet spot had formed at the tip.

"Go to bed now," he said. His voice was rough. "Before I bend you over this counter and fuck you raw."

I slid off the counter on shaky legs. My shorts were soaked. I looked at him one last time. His chest was rising fast and his fists were clenched like he was fighting himself.

I walked to the stairs then looked back. "Goodnight Daddy."

He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning.

I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it.

I was scared of how much I wanted more.

**100 Ways to Damn Yourself**