You have no idea how annoying the ribbon on the cover was to set. Pretty simple cover for a change too, but still took some time to set up. I like it, anyhow. While I like everything I do, since otherwise it isn't fit for publishing yet, I'm quite happy with how this story has developed. It's also been a little longer than I'd like since my last release but like I mentioned last time, I've been involved with a great interview and enjoying E3, the electronic entertainment expo. Things have been all over the place.
Becca's Birthday Wish is something I've wanted to write for some time - something a little fundamentally different. Initially, as I make a point of in the back-of-book author note, it was initially very different to how it's turned out, now. Initially, Rebecca was much more sinister, dominating and in charge. Basically the theme I was going for was that she was really the upper hand power player, and had the man in her attention literally by the balls. It would involve carefully shaving around his crotch to intimidate and using an aphrodisiac poison to keep him hard so that she could have sex whether he wanted to or not.
I actually read a while back while this story was in the back of my head that the venom from Brazilian wandering spiders can cause erection for hours. Not as fun as it sounds past four hours, but still, the suspension of disbelief that a man can be forced to erection for a woman's interests and effectively raped is there. As I said, this started off a lot darker than it ended up, so bear with me if that doesn't sound like your thing. I'll admit it's something I play with in the back of my mind though, as much for the interesting reversal, subversion of common themes and writing femdom as because people are often adamant it's not possible, but it's not really present in this book.
So anyway. Things always change as you write and develop a story, that seems to be a pretty insistent fact of inspiration and development, and that's fine. I still have a good time and place for the things in mind, perhaps better than here, and so instead, Becca's Birthday Wish unwinds at a more natural and gentle pace. Her Daddy isn't completely against the idea of having sex with her, but he knows he's really disappointed and upset her the past couple of years, so - aside from being strapped down to a chair - he doesn't really try to get at her, or get out. If this is what his little girl wants, he'll let the birthday girl have her way.
There's more open dialogue this way, and it lets Becca open up to him about how the whole thing makes her feel. It's her first time having sex, so it's a very special occasion she's saved herself for since she was sixteen when she got cold feet over a boy wanting to go too far. Her Daddy calmed her down, and the young girl realised she loved her Daddy in a way that never faded. Confronting him now, she's still very much that little girl, but she has an edge of maturity and upset about her that lets her be the one straddling his lap and the one in charge, but still very much the inexperienced little girl wondering how she's going to make herself appealing to this older man who's slept with her Mother and whoever else.
I think she does a good job of it, and the more she gets into the pleasure of sex after the initial pain, the warmer she becomes with her Daddy while still being the one that calls the shots and set up the whole scene. Becca might only be a sweet little nineteen year old girl, but it's her birthday so she's the boss.
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Caressing his chest felt good, so warm and broad. It was a
thing she could get lost in the feel of cuddling against and knowing it was her
Daddy more than just some horny boy. She had saved everything in her heart for
this feeling – for him alone. So much bigger and older, he had been the pillar
of security in her life. No one deserved what she wanted to give more than he
did, she had decided. Rebecca’s hand slid lower, and the kiss broke for a
ragged breath. Paul hadn’t been inactive in the kisses, and that made it harder
for her to keep her breathing and voice steady.
“I want you inside me, Daddy.” She whispered, her fingers
playing with the belt of his jeans and rubbing down over the firm bulge. She
wanted it badly. Paul just smiled quietly, unable to do much else as she
undressed him.
“You’re sure about that, even now?” He asked, having
expected her to just take his words for wisdom and find another when she was
sure of herself. Rebecca just nodded astutely, pulling her hand from around his
neck to help in unbuckling his belt and working the buttons open. With them out
of the way, she was left to gently trace her fingers over his tented underwear.
The rigid warmth beneath the cloth gave Rebecca a quiver of anticipation to
have it in her hands. All it would take was pulling them down, too.
Getting the size of his impressive shaft set in her mind,
and a little courage to hook her fingers on the cloth, it quickly slapped out
and against her hand as she tugged. The suddenness and sight made her heart
flutter and stomach twist with the feeling as her soft fingers looped around
and gently squeezed on it. Steeling herself and gaining the confidence to get
this far was one thing, but the feel of that juicy warmth and throbbing girth
in her fingers was entirely another.
“I’m sure. Th-this is what I’ve wanted ever since, even a
year since I was ‘old enough’ for the promise.” Rebecca explained, stuttering a
touch and losing the edge in her voice now that she actually had it. For all
her waiting and frustration, she still felt as small and naïve as a little girl
in front of her Daddy, even with him tied up. She wasn’t going to let that stop
her though, her body alone was starting to tingle and warm to the thought of
having him plough that big cock into her. The desire to feel him split her open
was enough.
Paul wasn’t trying to talk her out of it either. That was
at least a good sign – if the throbbing swell of his cock being caressed by her
gentle fingers wasn’t already one. With how her skirt was hiked up, there was
little to come between her Daddy’s cock and impaling her innocence. Just the
thong acted as a last line of defence to the purity she intended to give her
Daddy.
Stroking her fingers up and down his cock felt good. It was
going to be Rebecca’s first, with her in control of it all. It was going to
happen nice and slow, with nothing coming between her and that big shaft. She
couldn’t help but laugh a little at the feeling of how fully it filled her hand.
“You’re pretty big, Daddy. Twitching like this, all these
little veins. You want it too? Want to make your little girl a woman? Maybe get
me pregnant, too?” Rebecca teased, smiling cutely and making light of the
situation to calm and ease herself through it as much as seduce Paul. He’d been
with her Mother and who knew how many other women, so Rebecca needed something to get him interested in her,
a silly little girl barely past her teens. That she’d drugged and kidnapped him
to do it wasn’t important; the means justified the ends as far as she was
concerned. Paul gave off a quick laugh as if he was aware of her whimsical
thoughts.
“Hah, well as alive as the electric in this chair made me I
rather not feel it again. You’ve put a lot of effort into your plan, too. I
won’t talk you out of it if this is really what you want. Certainly can’t stop
you, can I?” He pointed out coyly, making a point of struggling his arms in the
thick straps of the seat. Rebecca barely managed to hide her nervous flinch in
a cuddling motion, nervous that he might yet be able to somehow get out and
stop her silly desires. Had he lost
interest in her, or only made that promise on a whim, then? Rebecca’s heart
clenched like the fingers around his shaft. She’d done this to have her way
regardless, but she’d have liked to hear he wanted her, too.
“You could improve the view a little, though.” He muttered,
softly enough as to not appear as if he was as into it as the throbbing girth
in her tender grasp would imply. His firmer gaze moved down and nodded at the
snug tank top Rebecca had chosen to wear, making her cheeks flush with heat as
her eyes widened. He wanted to see her breasts? His little girl’s body? He
could have been a little more honest
about it, then! Rebecca didn’t care, the wash of embarrassment and excitement carried
her anxiety and fears away. Daddy wanted to see his Daughter’s body.
The top peeled off and flew overhead quickly as Rebecca
leaned back in his lap. It left her hair a ruffled mess and chest bare. She had
decided against wearing a bra, and only just settled on the thong instead of
nothing below. That showed off a rare sight – especially for Paul – in a set of
perky, just-past-teenage growth spurt breasts that would more than fill his
hands if his hands weren’t strapped down. A lot of Rebecca’s body would more
than fill his hands if he wasn’t strapped down, but it was probably for the
best to let her domineer and do things at her own pace after all the trouble
she’d gone through. She deserved to have her way, on her birthday.
Not that he got long to appreciate those perky breasts with
her nose rubbing back in against his, her lips swiftly binding in another
hungry kiss. Well, the rough brush of his chest certainly enjoyed the plump mounds
squishing down on him, and her kisses were a pleasure of their own. For all it
was hard for her to get her lips to match up on his – leaving her to draw and
tug on his lower lip – she was good at it. It was cute, in an endearingly
clumsy way, and Rebecca seemed to enjoy the exploration and learning in it, too.
That wasn’t to say the rest of her body was sitting idle through it all.
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