Eden Books Daddy’s Naughty Pet

Taboo Father-Daughter Incest erotica.

She is unsure what her duties are as her daddy’s office pet, but she’s eager to find out.

When I start my new job, my dad quickly finds out I’m a slut who’ll do anything to get his attention. It only takes two weeks before I’m on my knees in his office and promising to be behave.

Only… I’m not such a good pet or a good daughter, and I crave being bent over and getting spanked with my daddy’s hard hand when I misbehave. I don’t care that he’s my father. I’ve decided that he’s the only one I want and I’m going to get him.

Daddy’s Naughty Toy is the filthy final story in Daddy’s Office Brat series. The series includes incest, OMYW, mouth-sharing, BDSM with impact play, degradation dirty talk, and power control.

Word count: 5500. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

Daddy speaks quietly. “You ready to be my pet, babygirl?”

I nod, and I barely can speak as wetness floods my panties. I whisper, “Yes, Daddy, please.”

“Then kneel, like the slutty daughter you are.”

My dad releases me, and I gracefully slide off his lap to kneel in front of him. When he strokes my head possessively and I see the bulge growing in his slacks, a thrill races through me. Daddy leans forward and plants a gentle kiss on my head, making me tingle with pleasure. When I look up at him, his handsome smile causes my heart to skip a beat, and I stare up adoringly.

Daddy pauses a moment to grab something from his desk drawer—a pair of fluffy, black cat ears on a headband. A surprised giggle escapes me. “Good girl,” Daddy says as he slips them on my head and gives me an approving nod. “Now get under the desk like a good pet,” he growls playfully.

Yes! This is what I came for, and so I quickly crawl underneath the desk on my hands and knees. As my dad pushes his chair in, I feel that familiar momentary uncomfortable sensation I felt last Saturday when he had me under here. The space is cramped, and the desk has a wooden back, so if anyone else is in the room, they won’t even know I’m here.

Daddy’s bulge swells, and my hungry eyes fixate on it with eagerness. He unzips his fly and pulls his boxers down enough for his thick, hard sh*ft to emerge. Yes, he’s going to feed me his c*ck soon! The head glistens from pre-c*m as it emerges from its fabric prison. Mmm, it’s just as yummy as I remember with its velvety looking head and thick base.

My father spreads his legs wider and issues a demand. “Suck my c*ck like a good kitten.”

I nestle between his thighs and angle his c*ck towards me to fit it in my mouth without hitting my head on the top of the desk. I groan from the first taste. My father’s c*ck is just as delectable as I imagined—and only absolute sl*ts imagine sucking on their dad’s d*ck. But I love how wrong this feels, and I don’t want to ever stop. As I circle my tongue around the tip and slowly move down his sh*ft, I savor every inch. When I lick from the base to the tip, his leg muscles tense from the softness of my tongue.

“Nice and slow, babygirl,” he rumbles as his hand rests on my head.