sacred taboo erotica: daddy's study part I | free story

she knew she wasn't supposed to be out of bed... but she definitely got more than she bargained for...

*this story is intended for mature readers and explores themes of DD/lg, implied age play, MFM, along with some humiliation, degradation, and consensual coercion. all characters depicted are consenting adults.

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we begin our descent into the realm of DD/lg play… a space that may feel more challenging and taboo for some than others, yet one that’s so rich and potentiated for profound healing and reclamation within the feminine psyche… a space where we return to innocence and allow ourselves to be lovingly defiled as we surrender so deeply to our Daddy… and whomever else he sees fit to share us with…

but first, before we begin, take a moment and breathe. my stories aren’t just erotica—they’re alchemical spells.

they will change you, if you let them.

imagine the spiral staircase of your mind. feel the rough stone steps beneath your feet, cushioned with moss, as you descend deeper and deeper into the dark.

enter the obsidian temple in the underworld of your own psyche.

kneel inside yourself. inhale the sacred smoke.

read this unfolding from that place inside your being, and allow it to take you on a journey that might reveal something that’s been waiting to be seen…

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I'm creeping down the dark stairs on quiet feet. It's late, and I know I'm not supposed to be out of bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. My Daddy promised he'd come upstairs to tuck me in like always, but he never came.

I wrestled with myself for what felt like hours until finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I snuck out of bed, clutching my teddy bear for bravery. I know I'm far too old to have a teddy bear or a Daddy who tucks me in every night, but a part of me feels so much younger, and she's at the forefront of my thoughts and feelings tonight…

I reach the bottom of the stairs and see the glow coming from my Daddy's study. He's left the door open just a crack, sending a slice of golden light into the dark hallway, lighting my way and drawing me in. I creep forward on tiptoe, the hard wooden floors slippery under my little white socks, as I hold my breath and try to make as little sound as possible.

As I get nearer, I hear low murmuring followed by my Daddy's deep chuckle, and it does something funny to my tummy to hear that sound. Wondering if he's on the phone, I bite my lip and peek through the crack in the door, my eyes widening at what I see before I jolt back with a gasp.

My Daddy's not alone tonight.

"Babygirl, I saw you. Get in here right now."

My Daddy has that tone—the one that I know I have to obey, or else.

Heart in my throat and my hand trembling, I pull the door open the rest of the way and step into the room, feeling two sets of eyes on me: my Daddy's and my Uncle Caden's. He's not really my Daddy's brother, but they've been friends since they were in school together, and I know that's what I'm supposed to call him.

I look at them both, my eyes darting between them as they sit opposite each other in the oversized buttery leather club chairs in front of the large open fire, the logs crackling and snapping comfortingly in the shadowed room.

My Daddy, so darkly handsome with his hair silvered at the temples and his large, muscular frame sunk into the chair. He's dressed in what I think of as his Daddy-after-work clothes—still in his suit trousers and crisp white shirt, but with his coat and tie long removed and his shirt loosened at the collar. His sleeves are rolled up to show his thick, corded forearms, and his watch glints on the wrist of the hand that's holding a heavy-cut crystal glass of whiskey.

Then my Uncle Caden dressed similarly but still wearing his suit coat, sipping his own glass of whiskey as I feel his eyes running over me. I can't stop myself from shifting self-consciously under his gaze.

I've always thought my Uncle Caden was handsome—almost as handsome as my Daddy. I've always looked forward to his visits in a secret kind of way, wanting to show off for him and please him. Where my Daddy is dark and intense, Uncle Caden is lighter, like a cross between a surfer and a CEO. He always seems to have a secret smile in his eyes and a little dimple in his cheek.

But I can feel something darker in him tonight, and it makes something twist low in my belly as he watches me. I feel a blush of embarrassment washing over me, suddenly so aware that I'm wearing nothing but my white socks with the little ruffle and my favorite sleep set: white shorts that don't even cover my whole bottom and a matching cami. My sleep-mussed dark hair is tumbling over my shoulders as I stand there dumbly, clutching my bear like a silly little girl.

"You know you're not supposed to be out of bed this time of night, babygirl," my Daddy says, his voice low and commanding, pulling my gaze away from Uncle Caden.

"I know, Daddy. I'm sorry, but I couldn't sleep—and you said you were going to come upstairs to tuck me in," I say a little plaintively, my face flushing harder at Uncle Caden witnessing me being reprimanded like this.

My Daddy lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, babygirl, but Uncle Caden had some bad news today, and he needed to talk to Daddy. You should know better."

I dart a concerned look at Uncle Caden, wondering if his bad news is the reason for his new darkness tonight, before ducking my head contritely. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper. I can feel the fluttering anxiety rising in my chest as I wait to find out what's going to happen to me.

My Daddy sighs again, this time more impatiently. “Come here, babygirl.”

Something eases in my chest at his words, and I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips, even as I bite down on it. I walk over and let him pull me into his lap, my whole body relaxing against his. His strong arm wraps around me, pulling me close until I feel safe and small, and for a moment, I forget Uncle Caden is even watching.

My Daddy takes a sip of his whiskey, and I let out a shaky breath as I sink deeper into him, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of leather and something woodsy that always clings to him.

"Tell me the real reason you're out of bed, babygirl."

"I told you, I can't sleep," I say in a quiet voice, pressing closer, my bottom wriggling softly in his lap. That's when I feel it—hot, hard, pressing right where I'm softest—and a pulse of twisty, aching pleasure jolts through me.

"Why can't you sleep?" My Daddy's voice is rougher now, and he starts tracing slow, deliberate circles on the sliver of sensitive skin exposed where my cami has ridden up.

I squirm against him in response, overwhelmed by sensations I can't name, needing more, even though I know I shouldn't. I'm burning with shame now, terrified at the thought that Uncle Caden might know what's happening, too scared to look at him and see it on his face.

I glance up at my Daddy with wide, pleading eyes. I don't want to say it—not in front of his oldest friend. But my Daddy already knows. He always knows.

He knows it's because I've missed our ritual, and that I couldn't fall asleep without it. Without him.

"Babygirl, if you don't tell me the real reason you're out of bed, then you can go back upstairs right now—and I won't come see you tonight at all."

My stomach drops. I know he means it. "Daddy, please," I whisper. "I can't say it in front of Uncle Caden."

My Daddy chuckles low. "Is it because you're a needy little slut, babygirl? Is that why you got out of bed and came looking for your Daddy?"

I gasp at his words, at how they shatter the unspoken boundary. I feel my face flame bright red and can't stop myself from shooting a glance at Uncle Caden—only to find him watching me with a knowing smirk, his cheek dimpled like he's been waiting for this moment.

“It’s okay, babygirl. Uncle Caden knows exactly what a little slut you are—I've been telling him all about it. You think we haven't noticed you squirming on your Daddy's cock just now?"

They both chuckle darkly, and I feel the shame crash over me like a wave.

Then my Daddy says, "There are going to be some nights when Daddy can't come to tuck you in the way you like babygirl. I think it's important that you show Uncle Caden and me that you can do it for yourself when you have to."

I freeze.

The reality of what my Daddy's suggesting singes through me, and suddenly, I feel torn in a dozen directions.

This is a game we've never played before. Everything we've done has always been just between us.

Now he's told Uncle Caden—and I'm so embarassed I can hardly breathe… but underneath that, I can feel the wet mess already soaking through my little sleep shorts and how badly I want to keep rocking on my Daddy's hardness pressing up against me there.

"Daddy, no, I can't," I try to protest. The fire crackles behind me like it's eating the oxygen in the room. My skin is flushed, but my fingertips are cold.

But I don't move.

My Daddy chuckles again. "If you'd stayed in bed like a good girl, and not snuck out like the desperate little slut you are, none of this would be happening. Now you're going to show me and Uncle Caden that you know how to tuck yourself into bed when Daddy's busy. And if you don't do as you're told… it's only going to get worse for you, babygirl."

I feel myself getting even wetter at his rough words, and it makes me feel so ashamed—because I know he's right. I shouldn't be getting this twisty pleasure in my tummy sitting on my Daddy's lap; I shouldn't secretly want my Uncle Caden to be looking at me so darkly.

It scares me.

I look up at my Daddy with wide, pleading eyes, needing comfort, and he pulls me in tighter, his thumb stroking my side as he presses a soft kiss to my temple.

"Show us you're a good girl, baby."

I love being my Daddy's good girl more than anything. It settles something inside me just enough. I whimper as I slide a trembling hand beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts like my Daddy told me to, clutching my teddy tight as I begin to touch that secret place he showed me.

Soft little circles, just the way he does.

"No, babygirl. Open those pretty eyes—and look at your Uncle Caden while you show us," my Daddy's voice a sharp command.

My breath catches, and my eyes fly open at my Daddy's tone. I force myself to look across at Uncle Caden, and he's looking back at me the way a tiger looks at a deer.

An even bigger tidal wave of shame and disbelief washes over me, and a reel of past moments with him tumbles forward uninvited.

All the times Uncle Caden had brought me little gifts, like my favorite cookies from that bakery downtown. The way he always made time to ask what I was reading, listening like it mattered. The memory of me wrapping my arms around him in a long hug once, longer than usual, because it made my chest tummy fluttery and warm. The way he'd laughed and called me his favorite girl…

And now he's watching me. Watching me touch myself in my Daddy's lap with something in his gaze, hot and knowing and grown-up, and I feel like the ground underneath me is vanishing—it only makes me squirm harder on my Daddy's hardness. I feel the hand at my waist tighten, and my Daddy nudge up against me, and a broken little sound comes out of my mouth.

"That's it babygirl, do you like having your Uncle Caden watching you, seeing what a little slut you are for your Daddy?"

I nod shamefacedly even as I keep rubbing myself, my little hips rocking even more.

“Tell him, babygirl.”

I whimper at my Daddy's command, staring helplessly across the distance between the two chairs at Uncle Caden as he stares back at me, not knowing how I'm going to say the words. I lick my lips nervously, and I watch his eyes fall to my mouth. I squeeze my teddy bear tighter. "I-I like you watching me, Uncle Caden."

My shameful words toll through me like a low bell, and a part of me wants to escape their echo, but there's another part that's starting to feel brave for having said them… That lights up at the desire I see shining back at me from my Uncle Caden, as he groans.

"I like watching you too, sweetheart. I've been waiting such a long time for this—waiting to stop pretending I didn't know what a needy little slut you are."

I can't stop the whimpering gasp at my Uncle Caden's dark words, the pleasure coiling hotter in my tummy as I keep circling my fingers.

"You're doing so well, babygirl," my Daddy praises me, his voice at my ear. "I don't think you need this top, though, do you? Uncle Caden should get to see how beautiful you are—it'll make him feel better after his hard day."

My Daddy puts his whiskey down and uses his free hand to push the little straps of my tank top down either side of my arms until my small breasts with their hard pink nipples are bare. I flush even as I feel myself arching my back just a little to show off for Uncle Caden and my Daddy.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you have the prettiest little breasts," Uncle Caden swears low, his hungry eyes fixed on them.

I feel my nipples growing even harder at Uncle Caden’s praise, and I keep playing with myself underneath my little shorts. The pleasure’s starting to build like a wave of warmth spreading from my low belly, and I can’t stop moaning softly, feeling so overwhelmed by what's happening.

"Does that feel good, babygirl?" Daddy's voice is gentler now, his tone full of approval.

This all feels so wrong, but the pleasure's overtaking me now as I sink deeper and deeper into the dark currents my Daddy's stirring tonight. The word "Yes" slips from my lips, soft and broken, barely a sound at all.

I can feel Uncle Caden's gaze on me, watching intently as he shifts in his seat, his breath coming out in a low, ragged exhale.

"You're doing such a good job, baby," my Daddy praises, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "Are you getting close for us?"

I manage a jerky nod, a slight, desperate sound escaping my throat as I squirm against my Daddy, the heat between us growing more intense.

"You're such a good girl," he praises me softly, "But Uncle Caden deserves a show after his hard day, doesn't he? He's waited so long to see you like this. He should get to see your pretty little pussy too, see what a fucking mess I know you're making."

My Daddy doesn't wait for my response, already pushing down my shorts, taking my bunched up cami still around my tummy with them in one swift motion.

My hips lift automatically, eagerly, as I keep tracing maddening circles, feeling a fresh rush of heat between my legs.

"Spread your little thighs for us, babygirl," my Daddy commands, his mouth hot on my temple. He positions me crudely, legs draped over his, forcing me to face Uncle Caden.

I'm bare, raw, my most intimate place on display, nothing but my little white socks and a bear clutched to my side as I keep pushing myself closer and closer to the edge for my Daddy and Uncle Caden. I feel so small and helpless between them. I focus on the feeling of my Daddy's hard, muscled warmth all along my back, the buttons of his shirt pressing against my naked skin.

Then my Daddy starts playing with my breasts, pinching and tweaking my nipples, as I gasp and squirm, feeling myself getting closer and closer.

Uncle Caden's voice is a low groan, thick with lust. "Look at you, our filthy little girl, so fucking wet and glistening and needy for cock aren't you?"

I whimper at Uncle Caden's words, shaking my head, knowing what I'm doing is wrong, but I'm powerless to stop.

"Do you need to come babygirl?" My Daddy chuckles low as he pinches my nipples with cruel precision, his fingers unyielding, making me cry out even as my little pussy spasms and I feel another rush of wetness.

"Yes, Daddy, please," I plead, shame burning through me.

"Do you think you deserve to come after breaking the rules and sneaking out of bed?" My Daddy's tone is harder now, all his gentleness dropping away.

My breath hitches at the question, the harshness of his tone, and my stomach swoops, even as the pleasure builds higher in my belly because I know the answer. "No, Daddy," I whimper, biting my lip and feeling teary. "Please, I'm sorry."

"That's right, you don't deserve to come, do you," he chides me, "look at you, you're such a pathetic, needy little slut begging to come while your Uncle Caden watches. Beg again, and maybe I'll let you."

My body’s trembling, and my mind is spinning as the first tears roll down my cheeks. But it feels so good and I don’t want it to stop. I can feel Uncle Caden’s eyes burning through me, and for the first time… I’m not just my Daddy’s little girl anymore. I’m something else. Something darker. And part of me wonders if that was the point all along…

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xx persephone

p.s. if you’d like to deepen your understanding of the dynamics explored in this descent, don’t miss my sacred guide to DD/lg and age play below…