Cogiendo A Mi Hija Dormida Novels & Stories

The little girl was nestled comfortably in her bed, her eyes growing heavy as the soothing sound of her mother's voice washed over her. As Maiari continued to read, her thoughts began to drift, carried away on the currents of her imagination. She looked down at Andrea, her sweet daughter who had brought an abundance of joy into her life. The child's face, framed by the soft tendrils of her hair, was the picture of innocence in the gentle embrace of slumber.

I was thrown into the basement by a tall bodyguard named Eric Edwards. My daughter, Faye Elwood, had already been locked in there for a while. Her mouth was taped shut, and she could only let out muffled whimpers. I fumbled through the darkness toward the sound and pulled her into my arms. “Sweetheart, I’m right here. Please stop crying, okay?” I carefully peeled the tape off her mouth, and the sound of it ripping away from her skin made my heart ache.

I take the whip that rests in my hand and drag it up her back. "Hush!" I demand as I slap the whip up against her backside getting her to jump a little from the impact. I check her binds as I rub my fingers around her clit making it wet, getting it ready for the main course. "Daddy," I hear as the daydream is ended by my daughter's peculiar look of interest on her face. "Huh," I stumble out. "Were you sleeping daddy, you have drool on your face," she says making me wipe the drool from my chin. Damn it, I just daydreamed about the woman right in front of my seven year old daughter, I am a horrible father.

“And my daughter.” While she slept, I packed most of her things. And Emmy’s. When she started stirring, I realized it might become a problem. Rushing to the kitchen, I reached into the cabinet and took out a vial I’d stashed in a corner. My hands trembled as I drew a small dose, enough to keep her asleep for a few hours. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, brushing her hair back before pressing the syringe into her arm. “You’ll understand one day.”

Eventually, I drifted off into a satisfactory sleep. The following morning, I woke up to the sound of a hushed voice and the creaking of a rocking chair. When I looked next to the bed, Cissy was there holding her firstborn child tightly as she sang him lullabies. It was such a memorable image that I crafted in my memory. Cissy noticed that I was awake and threw me a weak smile. “You slept through his cries, you must have been tired,” she explained, looking endearingly at our son. “He has now eaten and fallen asleep again.”

I was panting, and my wet centre was twitching with excitement while my son-in-law's eyes were fixed right there. I wasn't even shy anymore since he had already played with my eager jewel twice. Last night, we just slept side-by-side. He told me earlier that he hadn't been able to sleep because he was fighting the urge to do something to me. Tonight, he’s here again, and he got riled up because of my daughter's teasing during dinner. I thought we were just going to sleep, but he said we wouldn't, and I'm excited about it. My legs are spread wide, and my soaking wet jewel is right in front of his face.

Aurora was asleep in the rocking chair nearby, exhaustion having finally claimed her. Lifting my daughter carefully, I cradled her against my chest, breathing in her sweet scent. I prepared a bottle of milk with one hand, a skill I'd mastered over these few precious days. "There you go, little one," I whispered as she drank eagerly. "A full belly will help you sleep through the night." When she finished, I held her against my shoulder, patting her back gently as I'd seen Aurora do. The small burp she produced made me smile despite everything.

How he dragged me by my hair not caring who saw us, how he was so focused on hurting me that he didn't even notice that his daughter saw us! We get in bed and I cuddle her as she yawns, "Good night Mom, I love you." I kiss her temple, "Good night Nae, I love you too." She's fast asleep and Zavier asks, "What's wrong, Ms. J?" "I don't really want to talk about it now Zavier. I'm sleepy, good night."

Words crowd my mind, but none escape. “She used to hum it whenever I had nightmares. Or when I was overwhelmed. It always worked.” I watch my babies, tiny breaths puffing softly against Aemond’s chest. My son curls his hand into Aemond’s shirt. My daughter nuzzles slightly against his arm. And I feel… something. Uncomfortable? Angry? I don’t know, but I was certainly grateful. I would never admit that though. But also so, so tired. My vision blurs around the edges as my body begins to shut down.

I was not, but I knew that I was hanging on a thread. “You can take her, she's asleep in her bassinet. She's already been fed and changed. If the Luna believes that I need to rest, then it might be for a reason.” I said and she nodded. I watched as she walked towards the bassinet before lifting my daughter in her arms gently. She held her to her chest. Thankfully, she did not wake up, nor did she move. I watched as she walked out of the room before closing the door behind her, leaving me alone in the bedroom once again.