by Abby Kace
I carry the laundry basket out of my dingy apartment.
My whole life feels like a mess.
Eighteen and on my own in the big city, I put off college to be “financially independent,” as I told Daddy. I was sick of his rules. Well, working as a barista is a lot less glamorous than I imagined.
“Hey, Kate.” A man’s voice, familiar and unwelcome, stops me in the hallway.
Ugh.
I spin around and put on my smile. It’s Stephen, my creepy neighbor. I can’t believe I ever found him cute. The only reason I liked him was because he reminded me of Daddy. But that was before I found out Stephen had a girlfriend he never told me about. And before I found out he sells drugs on the corner below our building.
“I’m busy,” I say.
“Let me help.”
He reaches for my basket, but I shake my head. I already heard from the other girls on my floor that help from Stephen means a return favor later. Usually sex. No way in hell I’ll let him be my first, or last, for that matter.
“I’m fine,” I snap.
“Whoa. Touchy today. That time of the month?”
“Is it that time of the month for you to be an immature dick?”
“Nah, I’m a bad boy. Hot chicks like you love the bad boys.”
The only thing I hate more than guys who can’t get a clue are guys who think they’re mind readers. “Please leave me alone.”
I push past him and my skin crawls. When I look over my shoulder, he’s on my heels. I hurry toward the laundry room.
“Slow down, girl.”
I would tell him to go away, but he does give me one thing I can’t buy anywhere else, so I try to stay on his good side. “Yes?”
“This tall guy was hanging outside your door earlier,” Stephen says. “Black hair, grizzled. Dangerous-looking motherfucker. Thought you should know.”
My heart jumps. There’s only one man I know who fits that description to a T—Daddy. But no way. He wouldn’t come looking for me. Daddy was furious when I moved out, and we didn’t exactly part on the best terms. Even when he tried to send me money and gifts later, I ignored his messages and mailed the packages back. We haven’t spoken in months.
“Nothing to get worked up about, Kate.” Stephen grins. “If you want me to keep an eye out—”
“It’s fine,” I say hastily. “Doesn’t your girlfriend need you?”
“Claire’s being bitchy. That time of the month.”
I shake my head and walk on. At least he stops following me.
In the laundry room, I load my clothes and slot some quarters into the washer, which is ancient like the rest of this building. The machine rumbles like it could break apart any second.
Then I get an idea.
There’s no one around, so I hop onto the washer, letting the vibrations jolt my insides as I think of Daddy. My pussy starts to throb.
Biting my lip, I slip a hand under my shorts and rub over my panties. I’ve masturbated a few times like this, mostly because it reminds me of home.
I used to touch myself in the basement laundry room back home. Daddy caught me once. And he nearly did something then. I could see it in his eyes, felt it in the way his body pressed me against the dryer, but he didn’t. He gave me a lecture about privacy and doing private stuff behind closed doors, and we never spoke of it again.
I wish he had done more.
“Well, well, well.”
I open my eyes. Stephen’s standing in the doorway.
Face burning, I hop off and button on my shorts. “What’s your problem?”
“I should ask you that question, babe.” Stephen stalks forward. “Hot show. Always knew you needed a dick in your life.” He reaches for my waist. “Why don’t you just relax and let me—”
“Touch her and you’ll never touch anything again.”
That voice stops my heart.
Stephen turns around as I peek into the dim hallway behind him.
A figure steps out of the shadows. Tall, bold. Fearless. A face of angles and a body hard with power. Fierce eyes that cut right through me.
Daddy.
“Who the fuck are you?” Stephen says. He tries to sound like his usual smug self, but his words shake and he steps back.
“I’m here for her,” Daddy growls. “And if I can still see you in sixty seconds, you’ll be seeing the hospital.”
Stephen makes a noise like a puppy. He glances at me then slinks off.
Daddy shuts the door behind him.
I suck in a breath.
Daddy walks up and looks at my wrinkled shorts and tank top. “Just got off?”
“N-No. I mean, yes. From work.”
He grabs my hand and smells my fingers and kisses them. “That shitty café on Eutaw Street is no place for my little girl.”
Despite the heat in my panties, I snatch my hand away. “How do you know where I work?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t watch after you, Princess? That I would leave you out here all alone? I had people from the firm keep tabs on you. And I know all about your scumbag neighbor Stephen.”
My face burns hotter. “People from the firm? You mean your law firm?”
“Investigators. Friends. People I trust to keep you safe.”
“You were spying on me!”
“What I should’ve done was drag you home. You’ve been a bad little girl, Katie.”
My chest flutters. He hasn’t called me Katie in so long. We had a big argument about it two years ago, and I told Daddy to call me Kate, the grownup. Maybe I wasn’t grown enough.
“I don’t need you,” I say in a thin voice.
Daddy glares at me and strokes my hair. “Finish your laundry and come right up. That’s not a request, Princess. I’ll be waiting in your apartment.”
Then he’s gone, a shadow fading down the hallway.
My heart beats like a drum and I clutch the washing machine. Daddy kissed my hand. He must’ve known where it’s been. I can still smell myself.
Finish laundry, come right up. Not a request. A demand.
When I get back with my laundry, Daddy’s sitting on my sofa that I’d bought secondhand.
“You did well,” he says, looking around the room. “All things considered.”
I put down the basket and fold my arms. Maybe if I pretend nothing happened, then nothing did happen. “Considering what?”
“Considering you’re an eighteen-year-old teenager with no money or degree. In fact, I’m proud of you.”
“Y-You are?”
“Yes.” He stands and walks over, and just like before, the throb below my waist swells. “But this experiment is finished, Katie. You’re coming home with me. I already took care of the details with your landlord.”
“You what?”
From his jacket Daddy pulls out a pill bottle, which contains a hit of Stephen’s magic pills that I paid for with half my last paycheck. The high helps me get through my days.
“Found this in your kitchen. Don’t lie to me, little girl. I know what it is.”
“D-Daddy, I can explain.”
“You don’t need to. I know where you got it from too. The cops will arrest Stephen tomorrow.”
My mind is numb, my hands cold. The only thing I feel is the fire between my thighs. Daddy throws the pills into the trash and takes off his jacket. The shirt underneath hugs his muscled frame.
“Did he touch you?” Daddy asks, backing me against the wall.
“Who?”
“Stephen.”
“He tried. I never let him.”
Daddy lifts me in his arms like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed, which is nothing more than a mattress on the floor. He sets me down, and I scrabble back on my elbows.
“You’ve been a bad girl.”
My stomach twists as he glowers over me. “Yes,” I whisper.
Daddy sits and pulls me over his lap, and before I can get another word out, he smacks my bottom. The room fills with thwacks. Again and again he s
panks me, one cheek then the other. He holds my neck with his other hand, that hard cock pushing under my belly. I cry out and squirm.
Daddy pulls my shorts down and slaps my rear on both cheeks through the thin panties. His cock grows harder.
“Bad. Little. Girl.”
My whole body shudders and my pussy pulses for attention. I feel his hand sliding into the cleft between my thighs.
“You’re wet.”
“Y-Yes.”
“Why is that, Princess?”
I push down on his erection. “It’s you,” I mutter.
“Me, what?”
“You’re making me wet, Daddy!”
He’s rubbing my folds, squeezing my pussy mound, his thumb digging between my ass cheeks.
“You’re mine,” he growls in my ear.
Another slap whips across my rear. Daddy tears my panties off and smacks my bare ass. The clap of skin on skin ignites a fire in my belly.
“You have a pretty little pussy, baby girl. You’ve been hiding it from Daddy.”
He says it like I’ve been hiding my bad grades, and it only makes me hotter. I swallow my moans and rub my breasts on his lap. He lands another smack, softer this time. Almost gentle. His hand combs through my hair and slides under to squeeze my aching breasts.
On the other end, Daddy’s fingertips dance over my folds. His thumb rubs at my asshole.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please stop spanking me … and …”
“And what?”
“In my pussy,” I gasp. Heat flashes in my face. “Inside me, Daddy.”
“Are you offering your little pink hole for my cock?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Good girl.”
He sets me on the mattress and pulls his shirt off. Daddy’s muscles flex as he bends over me. His body is everything I’ve dreamed of, hard and sturdy, riven with cuts. I run my hands down his abs around the taper of his waist. Daddy slips out of his pants, and his cock pushes through the flap in his briefs.
I can’t breathe.
His thing is enormous, with a ruddy head and swollen veins over the thick stalk. Heavy balls swing between Daddy’s muscled thighs.
A strand of cum drips off the tip to land on my tummy.
I’m afraid to touch it, and burning to.
As Daddy pulls my top off, his erection slides up my stomach trailing wet fire. I arch and shudder. He squeezes my breasts, rubbing my hard nipples in the cup of his palms.
“You’ve been hiding these tits too, baby girl.”
I toss my head from side to side, unable to look at him. My hands push down to my pussy on their own. The need to touch myself, to find relief, overwhelms my senses. “I didn’t mean to,” I stammer. “I didn’t mean to hide. I didn’t know …”
My voice softens to moans as his shaft slides back and forth between my hipbones, marking a hot band just above my pussy.
“You didn’t know I love you? That I wanted you back? That I would never leave you in a hellhole like this?”
I look into Daddy’s eyes while he traces a finger along my chin.
“Perhaps you didn’t know. You didn’t know I would never abandon my little girl, that I would do anything to protect my princess. You didn’t know this little pussy belongs to me.”
I gulp. Nod. Shake my head. I reach down and touch his hard cock.
Daddy thrusts through my fingers. “Now you know. Now you know who you belong to.” He grabs my hands and pins them on the bed. “Don’t move.”
I lie still, my legs spread open for his lust. This is so wrong. But I want to feel him inside me, need it. Daddy holds up my panties and runs his tongue over the wet smear.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“I want to taste my little girl’s honey. See how wet she is for her daddy.”
Heat buzzes over my face. I reach down and part my folds to show him my fresh moisture. “There’s more, Daddy.”
His cock jerks up and he groans. He tosses the panties. Bending down, Daddy drags his tongue up my throbbing slit and twirls at my clit.
“Oh.”
“So fucking sweet.” He climbs over me to line up at my pussy. “You’ll cum for me,” he demands.
“Yes, Daddy.”
When his cock touches my folds, I snap into an arch and feel his first thrust split me open. The flash of pain makes me gasp before he slides deeper to press on nerves I never knew existed. Pleasure fuses with pain.
Daddy holds my neck, muffling my moans, his big hand squeezing my throat. My walls stretch around his shaft as heat sweeps through me in waves. His girth presses my spot and a rush of chills makes me thrash.
“Daddy!”
“Did I find your special place?”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
I can smell my virginity. Daddy sinks to the base as my walls constrict.
“Remember,” he grunts, rutting between my legs. “You’re coming home with me. I’m not asking.”
I writhe under his powerful body and wrap my legs around him. “And what am I supposed to do at home?”
“Anything you wish. Go to school. Find a job, one you like. Or—you can do nothing at all and let Daddy spoil you.”
“N-Nothing at all?”
He pumps in and out of my sopping hole. “No, not nothing at all. You’ll be Daddy’s stay-at-home cum slut. I’ll be fucking this tight little hole anytime my dick gets hard, and you will please me, you will be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”
Oh god.
I scratch down his chest as he rolls his hips, sawing his cock between my walls to stretch me in new ways. My toes curl and I rub my legs up and down his body. “Yes!”
He grinds me up the mattress. “Who owns this cunt?”
“My daddy!”
He holds perfectly still and I feel every inch. My orgasm hangs at the edge. Another movement, the slightest, and I’ll cum.
“Louder,” he whispers. “Tell me who you belong to. Who gets to fuck this tight pussy. Who gets to breed you.”
He pulls his hips back to drag on my walls before plunging with a squish.
My orgasm explodes. “I belong to Daddy!”
He pounds through the peak, using my juices to grease his frenzied thrusts. My breasts bounce to the rhythm and my whole body ripples.
Daddy grunts out his release deep in my pussy, splashing my roof with hot cum.
I cry out as we shudder together.
“Good girl,” he says. “I love you, baby.”
I drift in a hot daze and think of spending every night at home. Then my thoughts turn dirty, and I see me tied to my bed, Daddy stroking his erection while he rubs my pussy. He tells me what a good girl I am before he spanks me. He slides his hard cock into my heat and he doesn’t stop until I cum.
No—that’s what he’s doing right now. His length is halfway into me again.
“Cum one more time for Daddy, little girl. Then you can sleep.”
“Yes,” I moan.
I WAKE UP IN THE NIGHT damp with sweat, soaked between my legs. I’m curled up on my side in Daddy’s arms. The soreness below my waist stirs with fresh heat. It’s never felt this warm in my apartment.
“What’s wrong, Princess?”
I rub back against his abs. “Daddy, I want you.”
“Wait a bit,” he says sternly. “You’ve had enough.”
He says that, but his cock feels solid between my thighs. I press my legs together. “Please, Daddy?”
“You just lost your virginity.” He smacks my bottom. “That pussy needs a rest.”
I use my little girl voice, “Pleeease? I promise to be good, Daddy! If you give me an orgasm I’ll be good for you forever.”
Another slap jiggles my ass. “You’ll be good for me anyway if you don’t want a spanking.”
I huff and rub him harder, and it’s not long before Daddy loses control. He rolls on top of me and pries my legs open. “Did I raise
a little slut, Katie?”
“Daddy you can’t call me that!”
His sexy smile could stop my heart. “I’ll make you cum, Princess. Can’t sleep with a dick this hard anyway, and I need to taste your cunt again. So fucking sweet.”
Daddy peels my folds back to reveal my clit, circling it with his tongue. His touch sends electricity up my spine. There’s a dull throb in my channel, still tender, but I’m desperate for another climax only Daddy can give me. He slurps in my juices and just when I’m at the edge, his tongue leaves.
“Don’t stop!” I whine.
He gets up and grabs my waist to put me on all fours.
“W-What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Princess. My cock aches for relief and I’m not jerking off either, not when I have everything I want in front of me.”
“B-But I’m sore, Daddy. You just said—”
He smacks my ass, moving behind me. “You’re not sore everywhere. You have a fresh little hole I haven’t touched yet.”
My tummy clenches tightly as Daddy bends over me from behind. He sweeps my long hair around one shoulder, dragging his tongue up the back of my neck. I feel his erection rolling under my folds. It takes me a moment to realize he’s coating himself in my cream.
“You’re so wet, Princess. You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Say it.”
“You want to fuck my butt!”
A slap stings my rear cheeks. “You’re fucking adorable, little girl. Daddy shouldn’t be back here, but this little ass is too fucking plump to leave untouched. Just as well. I need to mark all your holes.”
“I’ve never … mmmmmm.” His fingers on my clit melt the last of my resistance.
“I know, baby. But Daddy will teach you to cum with his dick in your asshole. Just like with your pussy.”
Without another word he pushes into my ring.
I arch under the fiery stretch. He pushes into my passage, not stopping until his whole length has sunk in.
“Ohhhh.”
“That’s it, baby.” He licks the shell of my ear. “That’s it.”
An orgasm builds in a place deep inside me. Different from before, centered on my anus. The sensation makes me writhe and I can barely hold myself up.
Daddy pumps me a few times.