I woke to the sound of the front door slamming shut.

Charlie was home.

Like he had promised, I was never left wanting for cock. He used me when he wanted, day or night; asleep or awake; doing anything or doing nothing.

We acted like the normal father and daughter out in public, but once we were home, he used me as his own personal whore. No one suspected a thing.

And the sex, the sex just got better and better. Charlie always seemed to spice things up and even when he didn't, it was like that first time all over again. We just couldn't get enough of each other.

Charlie came into the room, looking worn from a long day of work. He slowly undressed from his police uniform, not even glancing my way. I stayed silent.

I was currently handcuffed to Charlie's bed, naked as the day I was born. Charlie did this to me on occasion, the longest being a week. He would handcuff me to his bed as a form of 'punishment', when I got a bad grade or came home late. He would leave me here and use me whenever he wanted. I would stay completely naked and was only allowed to be released to go to the bathroom. He would feed me on occasion, mostly take-out considering his cooking was shit.

This time my 'punishment' was because I had sucked a boy's cock from school. I had been handcuffed for two days so far. Charlie got jealous when I was with other boys.

Charlie resumed undressing until he was completely naked. It was then that he turned to me, stroking his cock. He eyed my naked body up and down and it didn't take long for his cock to be fully erect.

"Spread those legs baby girl."

I quickly obeyed, uncrossing my ankles and spreading my legs as wide as was comfortably possible, bending them at the knee.

"Shit," Charlie licked his lips, eyeing up my cunt, which tingled in response to his gaze. "Mmm yeah, stay right there."

Charlie quickly climbed onto the bed, lowering himself between my legs. The tip of his monstrous cock teased my entrance, causing a whine to escape my lips.

"Such a greedy little slut," Charlie teased. "This cunt is mine Isabella. No one else gets to see it or touch it."

With those words, Charlie sheathed himself inside of me in one swift thrust, his monstrous cock filling me to the hilt. I moaned at the complete feeling of fullness I always had when his cock was inside of me.

"Mmm you're so fucking wet for your daddy," Charlie grunted, setting an firm and steady rhythm, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. "Only whores get this wet for their daddies."

"Yes! I love being your whore Daddy!" I moaned, knowing he loved those words.

"No talking, slut," he sent a slap to my breast. "Take your punishment like the good little slut you are!"

I moaned, keeping silent as his pace became more brutal. During my "punishments" I was strictly Daddy's sex toy. I was not allowed to talk, only to take what he gave me. Half the time, he ordered me not to cum because it was supposed to be about his pleasure.

Charlie continued his thrusts, muttering dirty words to me, words that only made me wetter. I hoped he wouldn't order me to not cum because I was close to cumming and would no doubt reach a second orgasm by the time he would release.

Thankfully Charlie seemed to distracted to reaching his own orgasm that he didn't mind me cumming around his cock. In fact, he seemed to like it by the way he grunted and only seemed to work faster towards his release, running his hands over my body, not settling on one section of skin. He nipped my neck, chest, and breasts with his teeth, ignoring my whimpers of pain when he bit a little too hard.

Just as I had thought, I released once more, this time his dirty words, lips, and hands driving me to the edge.

Charlie didn't take long to follow soon after. He came with a feral growl, hips jerking erratically against mine as he spilled his seed inside of me. He collapsed his weight against me, hips swiveling in a circle, his face buried in my neck.

The swiveling of his hips didn't stop. Instead, he continued until he was hard once more. He pulled out of me, only to roughly pull me up and turn me around so that I was on my knees, my arms crossed, still handcuffed to the bed posts.

Charlie entered me once again, shoving my face down onto the bed. I kept my head against the pillows when he released his hand from the back of my head. He used that hand to send a few slaps to my ass.

"When are you going to learn you filthy slut? I will teach you to never touch a boy's cock ever again. The only time you'll be wet is when you hear my voice. You'll only ever think of my cock," Charlie ranted. His hand finally stopped smacking my ass, going to my clit instead.

He rolled my clit between his fingertips, causing tears to come to my eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity I was overcome with.

"Please….nooooo….." I cried, tears running down my face. I didn't know what to do, what to say as the overwhelming sensation of another, almost painful, release washed over me.

Charlie didn't stop his assault.

"Please daddy, please," I begged, knowing I would be punished for talking. But I couldn't handle it anymore.

Charlie continued, rubbing my clit, and fucking me a little harder.

I almost cried with relief when he finally came once again, after I had reached another two orgasms.

Charlie released me completely, letting my limp, overly sensitive body fall to bed. I was tingling everywhere and could feel the sticky cum of myself and Charlie between my legs and on my thighs.

Thinking Charlie would leave then, I relaxed into the bed, ready for sleep to overtake me. My arms were aching but I would gladly fall asleep in the position I was in.

Only Charlie didn't leave right away as I had anticipated. I could hear him moving around behind me but didn't have the energy to look over at him to find out what he was doing.

Minutes later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator.

"No, no, no," I begged. My pleas fell on deaf ears.

Charlie shoved a dildo up my cunt and placed a vibrator against my clit.

"Maybe next time, you'll listen to your Daddy," Charlie smirked before leaving the room.