I frowned, moving my hand up and behind her neck. Keeping one eye on the road was getting harder and harder when Cora was right here next to me. I took another turn and her house was getting painfully close now.
“Of course I am. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
In my mind, I added Unless I’m the one doing it, but I didn’t say it out loud.
“I want you to be safe.”
She stared at me with wide eyes, her bottom lip quivering. I’d never seen anyone quite as vulnerable as Cora was right then and there, shivering, lost and seemingly hopeless in the safety of my car and presence. I cleared my throat, turning my attention back on the road even though my heart was beating a mile a minute.
I wasn’t used to seeing vulnerability like that, and even less was I used to showing any myself. Yet here I was, barely having known this girl for a day, telling her things I had no right to say.
“Daddy,” she whispered suddenly, and my head snapped to look at her so fast I thought I’d pull something.
I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of her calling me that.
“Daddy, please don’t take me to my house yet,” she pleaded, leaning toward me. “Please, I don’t want to go. Daddy, please take me with you.”
There was honest panic in her voice now as she realized we were getting close to her house. It was just a block away.
“Cora, I have to take you home. Your… Alex will be worried about you.”
“No! Daddy, please don’t!”
She was nearly hysterical now, her hands on my thigh, her nails digging into the flesh. She was looking at me with fear in her eyes. When we passed another street light that illuminated her face, I spotted slight bruising and swelling on the left side of her face.
“Cora, be honest with me. Did one of those men hit you?”
“No.”
Her answer was immediate.
I thought I had been angry before but it was nothing compared to now. I knew exactly who had laid a hand on her.
“Please, Daddy, don’t take me to my house just yet. Just a little bit more, I promise I’ll go then!”
I couldn’t have said no to her now if I’d wanted to.
Nine
Maddox
Cora had relaxed visibly when I took a turn away from her house and stepped on the gas to put distance between us and the home. Exhausted, she had slumped back in the seat, thanking me a couple of times until I told her it was enough. We drove the rest of the way in silence, while I tore into myself for being a dumbass.
I wasn’t supposed to get so close, let alone so fast. But I couldn’t live with myself if I’d just dropped her at the house after realizing that the prick she lived with was abusing her. I should have known Alexander Lockhart would grow up to be a giant douchebag.
It wasn’t like I had any soapbox to stand on, fucking lusting after a barely legal high school student, but I’d never raise my hand against a woman unless she very clearly asked me for it, and we had rules in place for that. The desire to leave Cora at my apartment while I went back and beat Alex into a bloody pulp was far too inviting.
“Is this you?” she asked when we pulled up to a small condo complex about ten minutes from where she lived.
It was on the opposite side of the high school. I kept waiting for her to ask me what I was doing around her place to begin with, but the question never came.
“It is,” I said, killing the engine.
I got out of the car before I could give it a second thought – bringing a teenage girl, a student of mine, to where I lived wasn’t exactly kosher. Then again, everything I’d done with her leading up to this hadn’t been exactly aboveboard either. If anything, this was the most innocent thing I’d done with her so far.
I opened the door for her and helped her out. She slipped her small, soft hand in my palm and wouldn’t let go as I locked the car and showed her in. I was on the second floor and I ushered her into the apartment before any of my nosy neighbors could come checking up on what the commotion was.
Apparently the fact that a single man with a seemingly decent career and opportunities moved into this neighborhood, or even this town, was big news. Or at least big enough for my neighbors to be way too fucking curious about me.
“Take your shoes off,” I told her as I kicked my boots off and threw my jacket on a chair in the entryway.
I made my way to the kitchen, rummaging around in the unpacked boxes to find some tea and two mugs. By the time Cora tentatively followed me into the cramped kitchen and took a seat, I’d found her an icepack, wrapped it in a t-shirt because I had no idea where the towels were – or if I even had any, to be honest – and had the tea water boiling in the kettle.
“Thank you,” she said, pushing the icepack to her cheek. “I’m sorry for… for causing you this much trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it, Cora,” I said, slumping into a seat across from her.
The kitchen was small, cramped and unbearably happy. The previous owner had painted it a garish yellow, with orange cupboards. I think the only room I was more out of place in had to be Cora’s pink, pony-filled bedroom.
“It’s nice,” she said, looking around at her surroundings. “You haven’t unpacked anything, though.”
I wasn’t planning on staying for long, but I’m beginning to change my mind was what I should have told her.
“Haven’t gotten around to it yet,” was what I said instead.
“So you just got into town a few days ago?” she asked, doing her best to keep a casual conversation going as the water began to boil.
It was ridiculous. Here she was, sitting across from her teacher who had made her strip after humiliating her in his class earlier, and who had told her to shave herself for him, trying to make small-talk to distract from the fact that she was terrified of going home.
“I did.”
I got up, turning my back to her as I poured out the tea. I found one bag of chamomile and then something that was probably black, but I didn’t care much. Odds were I wasn’t going to be able to taste it much anyway. Grabbing the cups, I went back to the table, finding Cora playing awkwardly with the edge of the shirt that I had wrapped the icepack in.
“How is it?” I asked, referring to her shiner.
“It’s nothing.”
“Do you want to tell me how that happened?”
She shook her head immediately. I slicked my tongue over my teeth, feeling a vein in my neck begin to throb.
“If he hurts you, there are people who can help.” Her eyes flicked up to me as I took my seat, the red in them fading slowly. “If you need me to, I can take you to them.”
It was like this young woman was undoing everything I’d decided on with just her presence. I had a plan, I had a purpose, I had an exit strategy… and here I was, throwing it all out the window because the woman I was supposed to corrupt was changing me instead.
I’d never considered myself a particularly compassionate person. I didn’t need to be. Life had taught me early enough that there was no one a person should rely on but themselves, and that whether they intended it or not, most of the people around you were, in one way or another, out to get you.
It wasn’t paranoia if they were actually out to get you, and all that.
It had been a take on life that had kept me sane for this long, and I had assumed it would keep going that way. Now, I was beginning to question my motives, and worst of all, my bitter self-assuredness that I was always the only guy in the room who was right about anything.
“No, it’s fine,” Cora said. I scoffed. “I swear. He’s not like that,” she continued, still twiddling with the damp shirt. “I don’t know what came over me. It had to be the… you know, those guys… they scared me. I’m better now...”
She offered me a half-hearted smile that I didn’t buy. Instead, I took a sip of my tea. It was black, alright, and bitter as all get-out. Then again, so was I.
A small voice in my head reminded me of
what I was supposed to be doing. It was perfect. We were alone, in my home, she was in a fragile state and probably would melt into me like butter left out in the sun if I gave her a chance. I could make leaps and bounds toward what was supposed to be my ultimate goal – corrupting this pretty, innocent little thing.
And it was the furthest thing from my mind. The thing that I was actually thinking about was whether I could actually do something about what was going on in her home even if she didn’t ask me to. I couldn’t just report Alexander – hell, one of the guys at the poker table had worked at the local police department. Without any actual proof, this shit would get buried so fast it’d make my head spin.
“Drink your tea.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
I swear to god, this girl was going to be the death of me. I glanced at her over the rim of my cup and she gave me a mischievous little smile. Clearly, little miss here was feeling better already.
“I think you should leave the kitchen this way,” she said after a while, setting her cup down and giving the kitchen another appreciative look.
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
Then again, I wasn’t planning on hosting anyone in this apartment, or staying here for more than a month, and now I was wondering whether I could extend my rental agreement through the school year. If it meant being close to Cora, for all the inherent messed-upness that came with it, then it might just be worth it.
“Well, you should anyway.”
She shrugged her lithe shoulders, drawing my attention to the way her chest heaved up and down with the motion. I could picture the way she’d looked in just her panties, bra and knee-high socks far too clearly.
It was an instinct I decided I was definitely not going to act on that night.
We spent an hour or so in the kitchen, talking about books, writing, reading and what she hoped to do with her future. I was markedly cagey with my own future aspirations, and with my past. It was the only reasonable thing to do when you didn’t know where you were going, and not particularly proud of where you came from.
When she finally asked me to take her home, we had a short, tense conversation on whether it was wise, but she was adamant and I had no reason to argue with her. I got her back in the car and the ride over to her house seemed to go by far too fast. I stopped about a block from her house, in a location where I could keep an eye on her while she walked up to the door and went inside.
“Give me your phone,” I said, holding out my hand.
She gave me a look, but complied without thinking about it for too long. She unlocked her smartphone and placed it in my palm. I put my number in and saved it under ‘Daddy’. I held the screen to her for a moment before handing it back to her.
“If something happens, call me, text me. Do you hear me, little thing?”
My voice was strict now, and her eyes went wide before she nodded.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, and my cock throbbed in my pants.
This woman was giving me a permanent case of blue balls, besides worrying myself sick over her.
“Good girl.”
She smiled, before unbuckling herself and then slipping out of the car quietly. She stopped on the sidewalk for a moment and gave me the sweetest little wave before turning around and running to her house. I stayed there long enough for her to get in through the door, at which point I started the engine again and slowly crept down the street.
I passed the house just when I saw a flash of light in her room. Checking my phone, there was no call or text from her. With a heavy heart, I stepped on the gas and sped it out of there.
I was almost back at the house when I got a phone call from my least favorite, and most necessary person on my other line.
“Yeah?” I asked, bringing the phone to my ear.
“Is it done?”
“Patience.”
“Fuck patience. I don’t have time for this. Have you fucked her yet or what?”
“I’m working on it,” I gritted through my teeth. “And I don’t appreciate the calls.”
“And I don’t appreciate you taking your fucking time. Do you want your little problem to go away or what? Because I don’t have to do anything for you.”
“I’m working on it,” I repeated, feeling no qualms at all about not being entirely truthful here.
The line clicked and the call was ended. I tossed the phone in the backseat and it bounced off of my briefcase.
The call was out of my head the moment the phone was out of my hand. But I couldn’t shake Cora.
Ten
Cora
After Maddox dropped me off at home, I knew there was going to be trouble. I just had to make sure Alexander didn't catch me sneaking back into the house.
I tiptoed to the front door and unlocked it as quietly as I possibly could. I slipped my sneakers off in front of the door and walked inside without making a single sound. The lights were on, but I didn't see a sign of him anywhere. But I was too nervous to breathe that badly needed gasp of relief. Instead, I snuck up the stairs, carefully watching for the sounds my steps made on the stairs. I avoided the ones that creaked and made sure to take them two at a time, so I could be upstairs as soon as possible. There was no way I could've faced him again that night.
As soon as I was in my room, I dropped on my bed on my back. The oppressive colors of my bedroom were comforting this time around, and I clutched my favorite ragged teddybear to my chest as I took a deep breath.
The evening I'd spent with Maddox had been different than usual. He'd barely touched me, and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it this time around. I enjoyed his company, and I was sorry when he finally dropped me off at home. I wanted to spend so much more time with him, find out so many more things. I hoped there would be a chance to do that soon.
My mind wandered back to what he'd told me when he saw my pussy. He wanted me to be shaved.
His words had made me blush at the time, but now my hands itched to take that razor in the bathroom and shave off the red tendrils on my pussy. I wanted to do it, right then and there.
A little smile played on my face as I snuck out of my room. I made sure to check the coast was clear before heading into the bathroom. The lock broke a few weeks ago, but I was sure Alexander was either out or soundly asleep in the master bedroom. Not that he'd ever walked in on me before, but... I just felt uncomfortable knowing the door was unlocked when he was in the house. I didn't even know why.
I stripped my clothes off, shrugging my skirt down my hips and unbuttoning the blouse that went with my school uniform. All of it ended up in a heap on the floor, and I glanced at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the bedroom.
I looked flushed, my cheeks burning with excitement and my eyes glowing with intent. I smiled at my own reflection and got into the shower.
The water sprayed me with its usual ice-cold stream, and I let out a soft yelp of surprise. I covered my mouth, cursing mentally for being too loud. If Alexander was at home, he heard that for sure. I waited with bated breath to see if he'd come in search of me.
A minute passed and the water turned from freezing to warm. He wasn't coming, and I could finally relax.
I let the stream from the showerhead wash away the worries of the day, eyes on the razor in the shower caddy. I brushed a hand across the wet curls on my pussy and bit my bottom lip. I was really going to do it... just to please a man I barely knew. But I felt a connection to him, as if there were strings tying us together. I wondered if he felt the same way.
I lathered my body with soap, the bar slick and slippery between my fingers. Really, I was just trying to prolong the moment before I had to reach for the razor and shave away the last remains of myself as a young girl.
I inhaled the strawberry-scented body wash and blew on the suds on my body. I was nervous, really nervous, for some reason. It felt so naughty.
Finally, I couldn't stretch out what I was supposed to do any longer. I reached for the razor and spread my legs w
ide. Tentatively, I placed the razor on my pussy and dragged it upwards, my hands shaking badly as it slid across my skin.
It didn't feel bad. If anything, it was almost... erotic. The way it slid across my skin, my hairs falling off onto the shower floor. I kept going, carefully opening my pussy up for the razor to glide over my wet skin. I didn't miss a single spot, carefully dragging the razor across every hidden inch until my pussy was smoother than it had ever been.
I set aside the razor and reached between my legs tentatively, my fingers slippery from the suds and gliding pleasantly across inch after bare inch.
It felt good, and it felt naughty. A small smile was playing on my lips as I thought of what I had done. For some reason, I had thought having no hair there would make me feel even younger, but it was the exact opposite. I felt grown-up all of a sudden, and I felt sexy.
I grinned to myself as I bent down to clean the shower. I made sure to scrub away every shred of evidence of what I'd done. Then, I grabbed the razor just to make sure no one would know, and stepped out of the shower and onto the mat in front of it, my body glistening with wetness and my pussy smooth for the first time.
That was when the door of the bathroom flew open.
I looked up with absolute horror, and it seemed as if the whole world stood still in that moment. Alexander was standing in the doorframe, his eyes bleary and red-rimmed as he stared me down. He was still wearing the clothes from before, but they were now crumpled and messy.
He glanced at my eyes first, but then his gaze slid down my body. I was too shocked to cover up for a second, I just froze on the spot. I could feel his eyes drinking me in, taking in my full tits and my curvy hips. Then, they went between my legs.
I pressed them together and tried to cover myself up, too stunned and too scared to so much as make a sound. Alexander's eyes went to my hand and focused on the razor I was still holding. I tried to hide it in the palm of my hand, painfully closing it into a fist and making the razor cut me deep. I could feel the trickle of blood down fingers.
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