Chapter 17. StepDaughter (Brain Control Enterprises)

Written by JCBeleren

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Summary: John mind control his bratty stepdaughter

Tags: bimbo, blonde, blowjob, female submissive, hypnosis, incest, male dominant, mind control, oral

•Massage To The Arthur•

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"Please Daddy! Fuck my tight little pussy like the alpha male stud you are! Make me cum with your thick, manly cock!"

McKenzie's tight, 18-year-old body was riding me hard, her tits bouncing while my hands gripped her round, bubble butt. My fingers kneaded her muscular ass, disbelief still flowing through my veins.

"I can't believe I've never realized it before," she gasped. "You're the perfect Daddy and provider. And now your little girl can make you feel so good!" Her pussy gripped my cock in a vice grip, milking me with every movement of her slim, flexible body. She was so hot and wet and tight, like she had never been so turned on before in her life. Her voice had a sexy, ditzy quality, like she was drunk.

Only I knew that she wasn't. Something else, something far more incredible, was going on.

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Cum in your stepdaughter's tight little pussy." She egged me on, her bright, hazel eyes glazed with lust and excitement. "Show me how a real man takes a woman."

My cock twitched in her cunt and she moaned. I groaned, my balls tightening. I was about to fill this sweet little teen's womb up with my load. And somehow, despite the situation, I didn't feel an ounce of disgust or guilt. Only power. So, I thought. This is what victory feels like.

* * *

God dammit. I was so sick of disappointing myself. I pulled the car into the garage and turned it off as the garage door came down behind me. I hit the steering wheel a couple times with weak, futile blows of my palm.

"Fuck..." I muttered. The worst part of all was that nothing had really happened today to make me upset. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least. It was just... my life.

I was thirty-five, and I'd always thought that by now I'd be riding high. Instead, everything was just... slightly worse than I had hoped it would be. I was just a little overweight, on my second wife and had a job as a software engineer that paid for a nice lifestyle but didn't make me feel like anything more than a worker drone. I hadn't taken a vacation in three years because on the last one my ex-wife had ended up banging the surf instructor and then filing for divorce.

I tossed the Tesla keys into the bowl by front door, slid my feet out of my leather dress shoes and then grabbed McKenzie's workout sneakers and put them onto the shoe rack. My second wife, Barbara, had come with a bit of baggage herself. In her case, it was McKenzie, her recently 18-year-old daughter.

Patience is a virtue, I reminded myself. I thought, for the umpteenth time, that whoever had invented that cliché that had never lived with a teenage girl. Somehow McKenzie, cute little McKenzie, was not only a total slob but also treated me with utter disrespect.

On the kitchen table, a brown cardboard package was placed at my seat. I crossed the room, picking it up and turning it around in my hands. The package had a label in bold, black and white font, that read, "BDE: Reprogram Yourself for Victory."

Oh shit. I instinctively glanced over my shoulder nervously. It actually came... I remembered this purchase distinctly, mostly because it had never arrived.

Three weeks earlier...

It had been a long day at the office when I'd ordered this particular package. That sexy bitch Alison had been strutting her stuff all day, wearing a little red dress that showed off the boobs and ass that had gotten her the promotion she hadn't deserved. I had driven home all hot and bothered, and after making sure neither of the girls was home I had laid out on the mattress, kicked off my slacks and pulled up an incognito browser on my laptop.

My cock was in my hand, throbbing and hot against the skin of my palm. As I surfed my usual porn sites, one particular video kept showing up. It was the viral porn sensation of the day, a video of a cute little teen going wild for her "Daddy"'s man meat. Almost without thinking, I clicked.

Ten minutes later, my face was flushed and my hand was a blur as it pumped up and down my hot, needy rod. Precum dripped from the head of my prick and made my fingers slippery on my shaft.

"Please, Daddy?" the young woman moaned. She was on her knees, hands desperately stroking a man's cock while staring up into the camera. It was a POV video, so it felt like she was staring into my eyes, into the depths of my debauched soul. "Please let me suck your big, hard cock..."

How am I watching this? I thought, groaning deep in my throat. McKenzie is practically the same age as this girl. What kind of father am I? "Yeah, honey..." I grunted instead, the most primal part of my brain asserting dominance over the moralistic wimp that was trying to take back control. "Suck Daddy's cock like a good little slut."

As if she could hear me, the girl in the video leaned forward, planting a loving kiss on the thick shaft of the cock straining before her. My balls tightened. "Thank you, Daddy..." she murmured, then parted her bright red lips and slid her mouth over the head. Her mouth descended to cover the cock on screen, a moan of utter pleasure reverberating through the speakers.

My length jerked and I came like a fire hose, desperately snatching up my hand towel from the bed beside me and trying to catch spurt after spurt of cum that shot from my twitching manhood. "Fuck..." I groaned, my body flexing incredibly tight and then relaxing back onto the soft mattress.

My finger tapped the space bar, pausing the video as I closed my eyes and laid back. My body was limp, wrung out and incredibly relaxed. In fact, I was so blissed out that I slipped into a light nap, completely disregarding the fact that I was laying naked on my bed with a towel full of hot, sticky seed crumpled beside me and a porn video still frozen on my laptop.

It was not a sight Barbara would have wanted to walk in on. My brain flickered, thinking I should probably clean up before... But I was asleep.

* * *

"Hey, you."

I jerked awake, looking around wildly. "Wha—?" I muttered blearily. There was no one else in the room.

"Yes, I'm talking to you!"

I sat up, scanning the space around me. The voice, I realized, was coming from the laptop. I squinted at the machine suspiciously. Covering the still-frozen image of the gorgeous brunette sucking her father's cock like a pro was a pop-up ad, a video of a well-groomed man with silver hair and a navy suit who was staring through the screen at me with disconcerting focus.

"I know you," he declared. "I used to be you."

This is weird... I thought, but for some reason I didn't reach out and hit the Close Window button. It was like the man's eyes and voice were hypnotizing me, drawing me in and pinning me to the comforter at the same time.

"You wish you had more control in your life. You wish you could get out of the rut you're in and achieve your true potential. There is so much more than what you're experiencing..." He trailed off, raising his eyebrows like he knew he was striking all the right chords. "Wouldn't it be nice if you could change all of that?"

I felt myself nodding along. Yeah... Then I snapped myself out of it. "This is stupid," I snapped out loud, reaching out to close the laptop. They're just going to try and sell me some dick enlargement pill or Viagra substitute.

"Before you close this ad," the man cautioned, "know that this is not some silly pitch for a knockoff erectile disfunction capsule. Our product, a series of self-hypnosis recordings, is about transforming you into the man you deserve to be... Permanently."

Why am I still watching this? I asked myself, but I knew why. This man was pushing all the right buttons. I wanted to know more.

"Got your attention?" Mr. Silver Fox asked. "I should have it. Our cutting-edge techniques are what allowed me to transform from this —" An image flashed on the screen. It was obviously the same man, but grossly different. He was at least 40 pounds heavier, with a scraggly beard and slumped, defeated posture. "— to this..." The camera, which had been zoomed in on his face and chest, pulled out and slowly panned down.

I blinked, hardly comprehending what I saw.

The man was only dressed in his tailored navy suit from the waist up. Below that, he was completely naked, his muscular legs planted confidently and his sizable prick standing proudly erect.

Gazing up at him adoringly with her mouth wrapped around his thick rod was the girl from the porn video.

"Keep going, darling," he murmured, resting his hand on her head.

"Mmm..." she moaned happily and began to bob her mouth up and down on his cock, taking him deep with every movement. My brain was still registering the shock of the situation when the man began to speak again.

"Follow the link below," he said, looking up at the camera and into my face. "Become the man who turns women into the slutty little girls they were always meant to be. You'll thank me for it." He grinned broadly, a model-worthy smile. "And, better yet, they'll thank you." He winked, like we were sharing a secret, and then glanced down to the woman at his feet.

"You love it, don't you?" he asked.

The woman slowly pulled back, his cock emerging inch by inch from between her pouty red lips. It was wet and hard, throbbing with masculine need. She smiled up at him like the happiest woman alive. "Yes, Daddy."

The man turned back to me and raised his eyebrows, like he was asking what I was waiting for, but I was already searching through the pockets of my slacks for my credit card.

* * *

Today...

I cut open the box on my bed, taking care to lock the bedroom door behind me. I felt strangely nervous, like if Barbara walked in and saw me with a product like this she would be upset. Inside the cardboard, on top of a load of packing peanuts, rested a piece of paper.

We apologize for the delay, the note began. We have recently taken far more orders than expected, and we have fulfilled them in the order in which they were received. To compensate you for the extra time, please find included an additional product: our BDE patented cologne. Become the man you were always meant to be. A man with style, flair and, above all, confidence.

I swallowed, then tossed the paper to the bed and rooted through the box. Inside were a pair of headphones, an iPod and a small bottle of cologne.

I examined the cologne first, taking off the top and spritzing a puff of it out into the air. Oh...

It smelled good, how I imagined it would smell in a boutique men's fashion store in some exotic city like Rome or Paris — the scent of masculinity, power and influence. I rolled my shoulders and stood up straighter, realizing that I had been slouched over like a goddamn gorilla. That's not how a Man stands, I thought. A Man stands tall, erect, powerful...

I shook my head. Wait... what? Where did that come from? Shaking my head, I started to put the bottle carefully on the comforter, resolving to save it for a special occasion.

I stopped myself. "You should put it on," I ordered. Was my voice a little deeper than usual? It resonated in my ears. "So what if you aren't going out tonight? That's no reason not to smell great. You deserve a little self-indulgence." Besides, I reasoned, even as my hands moved of their own volition to spritz cologne on the inside of each wrist. If I put it on now I can ask Barbara's opinion when she gets home. I raised one wrist to my nose and inhaled deeply. Yes... It was right.

I placed the cologne on my bedside table and picked up the iPod. It was an older model of the wheel-and-click variety, and when I pushed the Power switch its small screen showed a list of tracks simply numbered: BDE 1, BDE 2, BDE 3... and so on. I plugged in the earbuds and slipped them snugly into my ears. Sitting back against the headboard, I swung my feet up onto the mattress, selected BDE 1 and pressed Play.

"Hello..." The voice was deep, silky smooth, and familiar. It was definitely the man from the advertisement that had sold me the BDE recordings in the first place. "I'm glad to see that you've taken the first step towards becoming the man you were always meant to be..."

I closed my eyes, his velvety voice washing over me.

"I hope you're someplace relaxed, peaceful and alone, because we are going to be commencing immediately..."

My eyes flickered open and I checked my watch. I've got time... I thought. Barbara had texted to let me know she'd be working late, again, and McKenzie wouldn't come talk to me unless she had a true emergency — which only really happened when she needed money for shopping.

So, with nothing on my mind but the strangely hypnotic voice of Mr. Silver Fox, I closed my eyes once again and began to listen.

"Your breathing is becoming deeper and deeper, each breath clearing your mind of stress, worries and insignificant thoughts..." I relaxed a little deeper into the mattress, finding a more comfortable position. The man's tone was calm but firm, and I found myself almost nodding along as it filled the dark void of my mind. "Stress is for lesser men. Worries are for lesser men. Insignificant thoughts are for lesser men. As you breathe deeply, you are finding that all those things are drifting away and becoming less and less important. All that matters is breathing deeply, relaxing, and listening..."

My breathing was becoming deeper, I noticed. I felt my chest swell with each in breath, confirming what he said.

"... and even if you tried, opening your eyes would take more effort than you're willing to invest."

I realized that I'd lost focus at some point, and I tuned back in as the voice pointed out my current situation.

"And it's okay, because you don't need to invest any effort right now. You just need to listen, to learn and to grow..."

Right again... I thought. Opening my eyes would take more effort than I want to make. I'm listening to this. Just listening and relaxing. And I'm more relaxed with my eyes closed...

The darkness was all around me, and for a moment I felt like I was floating in a void. There was no bedroom around me, no mattress beneath me, no headboard behind my back. There was only the darkness and the warmth of the voice that wrapped around me like a toasty quilt on a winter's evening.

"The sounds around you are fading, until all you can hear is my voice... The sensations around you are fading, until all you can feel is the sense of self within you. The true Man who has been slumbering inside of your body for so long, waiting to be released. The alpha you've been holding back from unleashing..."

* * *

I blinked and shook my head, my eyelids fluttering open. I suddenly realized that there was no sound in my ears, and that there may not have been any sound for some time. I coughed self-consciously and rubbed my face with my hands.

"What the hell...?" I groaned, checking my watch. I felt strange, energized, like I'd just taken a power nap and downed two shots of espresso. Oh crap... I must have fallen asleep while listening to the recording, because it was 45 minutes later and I didn't remember anything beyond the first few minutes.

I swung my feet off the bed and stood up, tugging the earbuds from my ears and tossing them to the bed. Bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet I stared down at the tiny silver device. Unexpectedly, a wave of unease swept over me.

That's dangerous, I thought. What if Barbara had come in while you were listening to that? I wasn't sure why the thought struck me as so dangerous, all I was doing was sitting there and ostensibly napping, but the thought of my wife walking in on me listening to my BDE recordings was a worrisome one. "You'd better put these away," I told myself, scooping up the earbuds and wrapping them around the slim device. "She could be home any minute."

I grabbed the cologne in my other hand and walked to my dresser. The sock drawer, most classic of all marital hidey-holes, was my first instinct, so I stuffed the cologne in among my folded-up ties and boxers and I tucked the iPod into a pair of my favorite socks.

There, I thought, feeling somewhat more secure about my situation. I took a deep breath. "Well..." I said aloud. "That was... interesting..."

I felt like I should feel different, like my eyesight should have changed or a veil should have been lifted from my vision. As it was, though, I felt about the same except for that strange energy. It was as if the 45-minutes of recording had filled me up to full battery.

Downstairs, through the floor, I heard the clattering of dishes in the kitchen and the muffled sounds of cursing. McKenzie? I wondered. Barbara probably wasn't home yet. I momentarily wrestled with the idea of ignoring her, but I sighed and headed for the door. Maybe I was just whipped, the beta male to my wife and her teenage daughter, but I also wanted to be as good a father figure to McKenzie as I could. Maybe I hadn't been her real Dad, but there was no reason I couldn't be a strong, influential male role model in her life.

At least, that was what I told myself. As I entered the kitchen, I could see that McKenzie was still in post-workout mode. The counters had been covered with the ingredients for some sort of health shake -- a container of peanut butter, some plastic bags of veggies and a bucket of what looked like protein powder. McKenzie was in the middle of it, the eye of the storm, her slim teen body clad only in a pair of skintight red workout capris and a matching sports bra. She had managed to turn shake-making into an activity worthy of two dumpsters and a fulltime garbage man.

"Hey," I said, my eyes roaming down her smooth, tanned back and then flickering upward again before they could rest too long on her round, bouncy teenaged ass. Screw your head on straight, man. "Thought I heard you having a bit of a problem down here?"

McKenzie spun, brunette hair whipping around over her shoulders. Her hazel eyes sought mine out and squinted at me distrustfully. "I have it under control, dude," she said, wrinkling her nose at me in what seemed almost like a gesture of distaste.

I hated that she called me dude. It was like she was trying to pretend I was one of her buddies, or maybe someone at school who was far below her in social status but with whom she was forced to interact with for a project.

I shrugged, trying to let it slide off me like water from a duck's back. "Good to hear," I replied lightly. I glanced around the kitchen. "Just make sure you clean up after yourself when you're done." I'm not sure why I added the command. It was unlike me. Usually I would hope that McKenzie knew well enough to clean up after herself, I would be disappointed, and then I would end up doing it for her. While I was the senior software engineer on my team, I didn't have the confidence to order anyone around in the comfort of my own home. Here, the women ruled supreme — two queens and their moneymaking jester.

McKenzie rolled her eyes and snorted softly. "Sure, sure, dude. I'll totally take care of it. Don't you have anything better to occupy your time than tell me what to do?"

I felt a surge of frustration rise up in me at the derisive comment. Somewhere in the back of my mind, just beyond my conscious thought, a voice was murmuring...

You are an Alpha Male. You exist to lead. Your mind is sharp, and your decisions are final. You deserve respect.

But I wasn't really listening to it. It wasn't important. What was important was that the young woman before me was disrespecting her father. At the same time, my palm tingled, and I suddenly realized that in the theatre of my mind I was imagining bending the haughty little teen over my knee and spanking her until she changed her tune.

Strangely, along with irritation, I also felt another emotion arise. In the pit of my stomach, a knot flexed and relaxed. My mouth watered, like I had just taken a bite of a nice, juicy steak, and I found that I was breathing in the scent of McKenzie's sweat and the sweet perfume she wore, which hung in the kitchen like a soft, invisible cloud.

She smells like dessert, I thought, and then stared at the thought in alarm. Where did that come from? I felt the same sense of shame that had come several weeks before while watching the BDE viral video — I was McKenzie's father for crying out loud. These were not the sort of thoughts that were appropriate. I didn't even want to be thinking them... did I?

McKenzie was watching me, I realized, some part of me recognizing that she was gauging my response. Calculating. Seeing what she could get away with.

Usually, I would have told myself it was fine. It's just a teenage thing, I would have justified, reasoning that I needed to be the bigger person and take the high road. Just let it slide. But in this moment, I was halfway across the kitchen before I could stop myself.

McKenzie's light eyes widened as I strode toward her, and I retroactively realized that I had a grim, determined expression on my face. It was a look that I usually saved for subordinates who had majorly fucked up their code or for when I was tackling a programming project that needed to be handled by a true coding warrior.

I stopped in front of her, barely a foot away, well within her comfort zone. She shifted uneasily but was boxed into a corner between the sink and the refrigerator. She couldn't move away. I tightened my jaw, ignoring her scent as it wafted even more strongly into my nose. I'd never noticed it before today, but suddenly it was the most obvious smell in the kitchen.

"You look here," I said, my voice low and commanding. I felt it resonating in my chest, the same strange way it had after I'd taken a whiff of my new cologne. "I've put up with this bratty little teen act for some time, and today I'm well and truly tired of it. You're 18 now — an adult — and if you can't start treating your father with a little bit more respect you'll learn real fast exactly who wears the pants in this household, who puts food on the table and who puts clothes on that body of yours."

This was probably more words than I'd ever directed at McKenzie at one time, and I saw that her eyes had gone wide with shock. Her lips parted as though she was trying to say something, then she took a deep breath and a flush rose in her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell, and I noticed all of a sudden that I was even closer to her than before.

I took a deep breath of my own, and a surge of that earlier energy rushed through me. "Do you understand me?" I asked, my voice low and my eyes boring into hers.

McKenzie blinked, her hazel eyes glazing as her lips parted in a short gasp. Her tongue flicked out nervously to wet her soft lips. She looked distracted, suddenly, and I saw her gaze flicker up and down my body. "Yes, Daddy..." she murmured, eyes down. She swallowed, evidently nervous. "Are you wearing a new cologne or something...?" she asked weakly, obviously trying to change the subject. "It smells really good..."

I was silent, ignoring the question and letting the gravity of the moment sink in as I stared into the teenager's pretty face. I didn't even register the fact that McKenzie had called me "Daddy." She never did that. It was either "dude" or some other chatty teenage noun. I was focused on a single thing: the fact that this would be the last time that I allowed McKenzie leeway in her treatment of me.

The Man of the house deserves respect. He provides for his women and his women will treat him as he has earned.

The rush of adrenaline wore off after several seconds, the haze that had seemed to cover my vision fading away. Oh fuck... I noticed, as I stepped back, that the raw, pulsing electricity that burned in my veins had had an unintended side effect. I was rock hard, my cock straining against my boxers and tenting the crotch of my slacks. What the hell? My body hasn't done anything like this since high school...

I turned with a cough, doing my best to mask my unfortunate situation by pretending that I was too frustrated to look at my stepdaughter. "Good," I grunted, trying to maintain my facade of alpha dominance. "The kitchen had better be clean by the time your mother gets home to make dinner." Without another word, I strode confidently upstairs and then collapsed on my bed, my face in my hands.

* * *

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked myself, shaking my head and massaging my temples. Where did all of that come from? Did I cross a line? My brain felt like it was battling with itself, half of me screaming that I was fucking with the status quo and the other half sternly demanding that I stop fucking tolerating the way things had been.

I took several deep breaths, the scent of my cologne strangely calming. Evidently the self-hypnosis recording had affected me more than I had expected. That was okay. I hadn't done anything wrong, I justified. I'd just given McKenzie a stern lecture that she'd had coming her way for some time.

I let my mind relax, breathing out all of my tension and allowing myself to unwind some of the tightness that still lurked in my body. My cock throbbed, reminding me of a place where there was still quite a lot of tension. And how did this happen? I asked myself. It's not like you get turned on by your own daughter!

I squeezed my hands into fists, battling with myself and swallowing, hard. I stood up, walking toward the bathroom. I'll just get rid of this, I thought, and then maybe I can figure out what to do about that interaction.

Before I could cross the floor, there was a knock behind me.

I flinched, startled, and whipped around to see McKenzie standing in the doorway. She had one hand raised, a dainty fist having just knocked on the doorframe, and her figure was outlined in the sunlight streaming through the window behind me.

"Hey..." she said, her voice quiet and sounding a little rattled. "Can I come in?" She didn't seem to notice my current bodily situation, her eyes staring submissively down at the floor.

I felt a surge of pity. Maybe I was a bit too harsh... I took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yeah," I told her. "Sure."

She glanced up, her eyes meeting mine for a second before they slid away nervously.

I sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to me, offering her a spot.

She approached slowly and sat, then leaned up against me, her head on my shoulder. In that instant she felt closer to me than she ever had in the years I'd known her.

"What is it?" I asked.

It was a moment before she responded. I felt her body rise and fall as she took a preparatory breath. "I'm sorry..." she murmured. Her voice was soft and gentle, apologetic. "I... I haven't been good to you."

I felt her hair on my cheek, smelling the coconut scent of her conditioner. It did things to me that it shouldn't have. Instinctively, I put an arm around her and pulled her closer. "It's okay," I muttered, kissing her temple gently. "I shouldn't have gotten so riled up about it."

McKenzie scooched around so she was looking up into my face, her hand resting on my thigh. I tried not to think about it, but her hand was only a few inches away from my semihard length.

"No, you were right." She bent down, then, and kissed my knuckles softly. It was the kind of kiss that a devout Catholic gives to the Pope. Or that a subject gives to her king... Then, strangely, she lifted my hand gently and turned it over, planting her lips softly on the inside of my wrist and breathing in deeply. "You smell so good..." she whispered.

I furrowed my brow. "What?" I asked, my voice husky and rough.

"You're so good..." she said, eyes flashing up into mine. "So good to me, and to my mom. I know that we don't appreciate you enough. That even though you satisfy all of our needs..." Suddenly, inexplicably, her hand was sliding forward, into forbidden territory. "... we don't satisfy all of yours."

I growled low in my throat as her slim fingers covered the long, thick rod that bulged in my slacks. "Honey..." I said warningly. I could feel something rising inside of me, something that I might not be able to hold back if it came to the surface. "What are you doing...?"

But McKenzie was in her own world, her lips now by my ear as she leaned forward and brushed a line of dainty kisses down my jawline. "Nothing, Daddy..." she murmured, her breath hot on my neck. "Just..." she began to stroke. "... making you feel good..."

I swallowed, battling my arousal and also the strange force that threatened to overwhelm me. This is wrong! Some small part of me cried out weekly. This is so fucking right, a stronger part of me boomed back. "McKenzie —" I tried again, but this time she cut me off by raising her head and kissing me full on the mouth. "Mmph..." I groaned, her soft, willing lips covering mine and taking me by surprise.

Her hand stroked me more roughly, more urgently, and my cock responded, an electric zing shooting through my body and making me rock hard in a second. My body was twisting my mind, the arousal and heat of the moment fucking with my head so that I felt like everything happening was normal, as it should be.

I am the Man of the house. I am the king of my world. The women in my life are loyal concubines who live to service their Master.

I grunted low in my throat and my hands grabbed her and forced her back. With a snarl of dominance, I pushed her down onto the mattress and pinned her there by her forearms, my hands large and powerful around her small wrists. I meant to tell her off, to say that this was inappropriate, and we had to stop immediately. What came out instead was, "Did I say that you could touch my cock, slut?"

McKenzie whimpered, her hazel eyes glazed over with a look that I hadn't seen in some time. It was raw, naked lust, a desire that overwhelmed conscious thought on an animal level and turned people into rutting creatures of nature. She stared up into my face, her hands trembling in my iron grip. "No, Daddy..." she whispered. "Please, Daddy..." She bit her lip, and I knew what she was asking.

I let go of her hands and stepped back, my body feeling as taut and full of energy as a live wire. I stared down at my stepdaughter, her round, full breasts rising and falling as she breathed quickly in and out. Her pupils were round and dilated, staring up at me with awe and reverence. Without an ounce of self-consciousness, my fingers went to my belt and fumbled with the catch. It fell open with a clink and then with a zippp my slacks were on the floor, joined quickly by my boxers. I scowled and struggled with my dress shirt, buttons click click clicking to the hardwood floor as I gave up and ripped it open.

I felt a tiny part of my mind cringe, knowing that I looked like anything but a powerful, alpha male. I filed that emotion away for later. I'll rectify that situation, I decided, and in that instant I knew that my body in a few months would be as rock hard and sexual as my cock — which stood out before me, red and quivering with need. Precum beaded on the tip, my body prepared for what was about to happen next.

I needn't have worried. McKenzie was mesmerized, her entire body practically vibrating with taboo desire. She hadn't moved from where I'd put her, knowing her place like a good little slave, but her eyes begged me, and her breath panted between those lovely, red lips. "Daddy..." she whispered, every ounce of her body and mind wishing for one, single thing. "Can I please you...?"

There was a single moment of hesitation as 35 years of societal conditioning stood up to several thousand years of alpha male evolution and the self-hypnosis recordings that had unlocked them. My resistance snapped like a twig and I knew there was no going back. "Yes," I acquiesced, my voice resonant like a deep, full drumbeat. "Be a good little slut and make me nice and wet with your mouth... For starters..."

* * *

McKenzie rolled off the bed and onto all fours, her eyes sliding from my face to my thick, throbbing meat. I could see the gears turning in her mind, desire rolling off of her in waves but being held back by her need to please me.

"Slowly..." I murmured. "Seduce me with your mouth, baby girl..." I couldn't believe I was saying these things, these words that slid through my mind and rolled off my tongue with ease and confidence, but my barely-legal stepdaughter clearly loved them.

"Yes, Daddy..." she responded, crawling toward me. She knelt at my feet, my cock mere inches from her beautiful, delicate face.

She reached up for me, spreading her slender fingers —

I interrupted. "No hands," I growled. "Put them behind your back."

She complied instantly, mewling with pleasure as she obeyed. Her hands clasped together in the small of her back, pushing her mouthwatering teen tits forward and forcing her to sit up straighter, bringing her even closer to the head of my prick.

"Good girl," I told her, and I could see her shiver as the praise struck her with a jolt of pleasure. "Now... You can begin."

McKenzie leaned forward, her wide eyes staring up into mine as she kissed the end of my cock with those beautiful red lips of hers. "Thank you, Daddy..." she whispered, her breath hot on my sensitive skin. Then, her mouth was sliding over the head, her tongue sensually swirling at the tip and getting a taste of my precum. My stepdaughter moaned, her eyelids fluttering, as my salty flavor hit her taste buds for the first time, and I could see her nipples hard and tight through the fabric of her ruby red sports bra.

My hands, of their own accord, lowered and cupped her tits, thrust out by her posture and offered up for me. I could feel her quivering with bliss as I massaged and squeezed her perky breasts, her moans resonating up through my cock as she bobbed her head, taking me even deeper.

After a moment I leaned back, letting go, and closing my eyes. I can't believe this is happening, I thought, feeling my stepdaughter's lips sliding up and down my girth. It was like she was a blowjob machine, her nose pressed against my stomach as she built up a rhythm and took me all the way into her throat with each movement. I could feel the head of my prick in her throat, the tight confines of her oral tunnel just making me imagine how tight and hot and wet she would be if I bent her over the bed and fucked her sweet teenage pussy.

I opened my eyes, looking down and meeting McKenzie's adoring gaze. "You like this, baby...?" I asked, my voice husky with lust. "You like being my personal blowjob doll? A sexy little cocksucking slut for your Daddy?"

"Mmhmm..." McKenzie's eyes rolled back, and her body trembled. She was quivering, on the edge of cumming just from taking my alpha male meat into her slutty little mouth.

I reached down and, with a single movement, ripped her bra in half.

McKenzie gasped around my pulsing length, her body responding to my display of dominance. I felt her swallow, her throat massaging my length like a dozen hands and somehow making me even harder.

Her hair fell forward over her shoulders and forehead, obscuring her face, but she didn't even bother trying to raise her hands to brush it back. They were still clasped obediently behind her, and she knew that her only duty was to obey her Lord and Master... me.

Affectionately, I tucked her hair back behind her ears, then grabbed her gently. My palms were pressed to her temples, and she stopped moving as she realized my intention. Her eyes were wide and uncertain as she stared up at me, not sure she could take it.

"Don't worry, honey," I told her. "You're going to enjoy this..." And with that, I began to move. I stared into my stepdaughter's eyes as I fucked her face, my hips moving back and forward in a slow rhythm that built up faster and faster.

McKenzie moaned, not moving as my cock slid in and out of her mouth at increasing speed. Then, her hands came out from behind her back. I didn't object as one of them began to cup and massage her tits, tugging and teasing her nipples while the other dove between her thighs, under the waistband of her skintight workout pants and began to play with her drenched teenage pussy.

This is unreal... I thought. My bitchy, stuck-up stepdaughter was getting off on being used as my personal sextoy, her body reacting to my commands with utter devotion and pleasure. I grunted as I felt my body growing closer to climax, this single moment the hottest I'd experienced in years.

"Ohfuckyeah..." I groaned. "Alright, honey, time for the real fun to begin... Get on the bed for me."

My stepdaughter's hazel eyes flashed with a spark of excitement and she slowly, lovingly pulled back, my cock sliding between those red lips one inch at a time. A strand of saliva swung from her mouth, her tongue coming out to wet her lips as her gaze flickered between my eyes and my wet, needy rod. "How do you want me, Daddy?" I cupped her cheek in one hand, and she turned her head to suck my thumb into her mouth. She moaned again, eyes closing with bliss, swirling her tongue around the digit.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered. "Offer your ass up for me. After all, you still haven't been punished for your disrespect earlier."

McKenzie's eyes flashed.

For a moment, I thought it meant she was going to disobey, her bratty personality coming once again to the fore. Then, I realized that her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming quicker between parted lips. The idea of punishment was even more of a turn on.

"Yes, Daddy," she murmured demurely, rising gracefully and stepping backwards until she bumped into the mattress. Eyes blazing into mine, she bent at the waist and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants. She didn't look away as she peeled them down her smooth, athletic legs and kicked them away, standing before me in nothing but a pair of lacy green panties the color of sea foam.

My eyes roamed over her body, from the wavy brunette hair that tumbled down between her shoulder blades to the perky teen tits that stood high and firm on her chest to the smooth abs and the dark wet spot on her panties that indicated to me she was even more turned on than I was.

McKenzie licked her lips nervously. "Do you like what you see, sir...?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I strode forward, my cock swinging ponderously, and gripped her by the hips. One hand pulled her to me, my mouth dropping to hers and planting a searing kiss on her open mouth. The other hand slid under her panties and my fingers found her volcanically hot slit. Before she could react, I slid a finger inside of her. I felt her gasp into my mouth, our tongues dancing together. Her body trembled and jerked, hips bucking against my hand. I pulled back, letting her moan and suck in a breath while her body came for her Master.

"Yes," I growled. "Now get on your hands and knees for me. I'm going to fuck your sweet little body into oblivion." I slid my finger out from her tight entrance and ripped the panties from her body with hardly a thought, the fabric coming apart in my hands.

My stepdaughter obeyed instantly, falling back onto the bed and rolling over onto all fours. She looked over her shoulder at me and arched her back, presenting her bouncy bubble butt to me for inspection. It was clear that she worked out, a habit she'd learned from years of sports and from her mother, and I truly appreciated the round, globular cheeks on offer before me. "Punish me, Daddy..." McKenzie begged, her breath panting in her throat. She rocked her hips, rolling against an invisible force penetrating her cunt. "Make your little girl pay for talking back to you."

My mouth was watering, and my cock practically sang with the desire to sink to the hilt in her hot, dripping teenage slit. But first, I had business to take care of. I knelt behind her, the mattress sinking beneath my weight. My hands caressed her smooth skin gently, fingers gently kneading the muscular hemispheres. Then, I pulled back my right hand and brought it down with a smack on McKenzie's ass.

My stepdaughter inhaled sharply, then blew out a stream of air. "Thank you, sir!" she exclaimed softly. "Please... I need more..."

I grunted and spanked her again, my palm stinging as I channeled months and years of frustration into my punishment of my stepdaughter's perfect, bouncy ass. Her skin began to redden, then burned a dull crimson under my assault. A dozen slaps later, I stopped, panting.

McKenzie's face was buried in the pillows, her moans of pain and arousal intermingling so that neither of us was sure where one ended and the other began.

I caressed her skin softly. It was warm under my touch, and I knew it must be sensitive. Bending down, I planted a soft, gentlemanly kiss on each cheek. As close to an apology as this bratty little teen was going to get. I could feel the heat of her arousal on my face, her cleanly shaven pussy bare and glistening with moisture. It had to be done, I thought sternly, my cock pulsing with need as I breathed in her scent. She needed to be put in her place.

My stepdaughter raised her head, her brunette hair tossed to one side as she looked at me over her shoulder. "Thank you, Daddy..." she whispered. Her face was flushed, but I knew that now it was with lust.

I brushed my fingers gently up her inner thighs and her legs buckled as her thighs clenched together. She wanted me more than anything but was doing her best to hold herself back. Even so, her breath hitched and her lips parted in a swift inhalation when I delicately caressed her pussy lips.

"What do you want?" I demanded, my tone soft but commanding. "Do you want this?" I slid one finger slowly, exquisitely slowly, inside of her, feeling her hot, teen tightness grip me with her inner muscles.

McKenzie was panting, her light brown eyes glazing over as she struggled against the need to fuck my hand. "Yes..." she breathed.

"How about this?" I added a second finger, her body so taut and clenched that I had difficulty as I began to slowly pull in and out.

"Please, Daddy..." McKenzie begged, her eyes rolling back in her head as her physiology responded to the touch of an alpha male. "I want all of it. I want all of you. Fuck your naughty little girl with your perfect cock..."

It was like her words had a direct line to my dick. My body snapped tight as a shot of adrenaline and lust rocketed through me, and my fingers slipped free of her dripping slit so that they could grip her hips in a vice grip. "That's good, baby girl," I growled, shuffling forward on my knees until I was lined up with her entrance. "Because that's exactly what I'm going to do."

I thrust forward with a grunt, pulling her back onto my thick rod. Her body was so ready for me that I slid in with practically no resistance, her slim teenage body lowering onto my cock with a gasp of utter surrender. She was so tight but so willing, her liquid need lubricating her snug tunnel so that I could begin to fuck her harder and harder.

I could no longer speak, could no longer give her the orders she craved, so instead I commanded her with my body. I reached forward, gathering up her hair in one fist and tugging her head back so I could stare into her hazel eyes. Her delicate features were a mask of devotion and lust, red lips parted and begging for more.

"Please Daddy please Daddy please Daddy..." Her voice was a chanting mantra of obedience as her body curved like a bow and her hips rocked back, impaling her on my thrusting length.

Now, it was me who obeyed. I fucked her like I had never fucked a woman before in my life — with a raging, primal energy and enthusiasm that I had never seen outside of my darkest fantasies. Her body belonged to me, a tight little teenage pussy for my alpha male cock to fuck until I came inside of her.

Wait... Inside her —? But the thought whipped by too fast for me to catch hold of and my body had already assaulted me with new sensations that made it impossible to focus on.

McKenzie's body trembled, tightened and convulsed, her mouth opening in a wordless cry of ecstasy.

I didn't slow as she came all over my cock, thrusting again and again into the deepest depths of her core. I felt my cock pushing against her furthest walls, fucking her inside out with my alpha manhood.

There was no going back now. My thick rod jackhammered in and out of her slim body, pounding her into the pillows until I couldn't hold back any longer.

I grunted and blew out a ragged breath, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, perfect body and then unleashing my load. I came like a volcanic eruption, my body solely devoted to this single, primal function. My manhood pulsed over and over, sticky white seed spurting from the head and coating her womb with a whitewash of my essence. I had never before cum inside a woman without a condom, and I knew in that instant that this was the only way I would ever finish in the future.

The feeling made McKenzie cum again, her body overwhelmed by the new sensation. She collapsed onto the mattress, her body jerking spasmodically as she lost control over her muscles.

I relaxed my hold on her, gently releasing her hips and pulling back inch by inch until my cock, still glistening with her juices, slid from her body and we both let out a soft ah of regret. I collapsed to the mattress beside her, my mind practically shutting down as my body focused on handling the dozens of sensations coursing through me.

I closed my eyes, letting the emotional and physical rollercoaster slowly descend into a more level state. I heard a rustling beside me and then felt the soft sensation of hair brushing across my bare chest. I smelled coconut and vanilla, and when I opened my eyes McKenzie had nuzzled up against me, her ear on my chest like she wanted to listen to my heartbeat. Her eyes were closed, and her body was so relaxed I almost wondered if she had fallen asleep.

"Baby girl...?" I asked gently. As the words left my lips, I knew that their meaning had been altered forever. This young woman was no longer McKenzie the stuck-up brat, who I tried to keep happy with gifts of money and affection. This was McKenzie the slut, my personal fucktoy and teenage sexdoll, brainwashed by my alpha cock into absolute devotion and adoration.

My stepdaughter's lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, her hazel eyes shining with a glow of satisfaction. "Yes, Daddy?" she whispered, her hand reaching out to caress across my chest.

In a single moment of weakness, I asked, "Are you doing okay?"

McKenzie's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Of course, silly!" she exclaimed, kissing my chest with a giggle. "I've never felt so fucking good in my whole life."

By the time she had responded, though, my alpha male mindset had returned. I grinned fiercely down at her, pride rising in my chest. It was the pride of knowing that this woman was mine, that I had conquered her and made her so, and that she would be devoted to me as long as I continued to be the man that she craved. "Good girl," I murmured, stroking her hair until she closed her eyes and snuggled closer, drifting into a light, satisfied sleep.

I took a couple of deep breaths, letting my mind slow to a more reasonable speed. Then, I gently slid from underneath my stepdaughter and walked naked to my dresser. Extracting the BDE cologne from among the ties and boxers in my underwear drawer, I spritzed the tiniest bit onto my skin and took a deep whiff.

I recognized, this time, as the scent wafted through my nose and up into my brain. I felt a sense of calm settle over me and confidence begin to rise from my very core. So... I thought, giving the bottle a pensive look. This is what had such an effect on McKenzie. It was definitely something to think about.

I walked quietly over to the bed and stared down at the young, nubile body sprawled amongst the tangled sheets. My stepdaughter's face looked so peaceful and angelic snuggled up against my pillows. I grinned. I knew better. I took a deep breath, and then spritzed several puffs of the cologne over the bed.

I watched as the glittering particles of mist blew out in a cloud and then slowly descended, the chemicals absorbing into my stepdaughter's skin and flowing into her with every deep, sleepy breath.

This is good, I thought. This is very good... Sometime soon, my wife would be arriving home and I would have to handle that situation delicately. But until then...

McKenzie stirred in her sleep and reached out, seeking my warm body with her small hand.

I rolled my shoulders and took a deep, preparatory breath. There was so much more to discover about the new me.