Teach Me Daddy

by Isabella Starling

  "Do it," he ordered me. "Fucking cum, little thing."

  I moaned so loudly I was sure we'd get caught. My body shook and convulsed as the orgasm took over, and I really thought I would pass out. For a moment, it felt like my soul had left its body, but I was back, all the pieces falling into place again as he pulled out his fingers.

  I collapsed on the desk and Maddox scooped me up in his arms, holding me close.

  "You've been a very good girl, Cora," he told me gently.

  "Thank you Daddy," I whispered back.

  He undid the tie around my thighs and I curled up against his chest. He let me rest like that for a few minutes.

  "We need to get back to class," he said regretfully, and I nodded.

  Carefully, he slipped me out of his arms and onto my shaky feet He was sweet, making sure I was alright every step of the way. I liked it a lot.

  "Are you going to be ok?" he asked, and I nodded.

  I took the tie from his hands and Maddox grinned as I tied it for him.

  "Don't like the way I do it?" he asked me.

  "It's sloppy," I smiled, my naughty side coming out to play.

  "Your ass is going to hurt," he told me, gently pulling my skirt down over my bare butt.

  "I know."

  I grabbed my backpack and closed the button on my jacket to hide my ruined blouse. I gave him a sweet look over my shoulder before I left.

  "I hope it hurts good, Daddy. I like it when it does."

  Seventeen

  Maddox

  It felt like my throat had been dry since I met Cora, and I only felt like I was going to survive when I was with her.

  It was a Saturday morning and I was sitting in my apartment, staring out of the damn window and imagining what my life would be like with her. Of all the fucking ridiculous, impossible things to be thinking about, I chose that. Something that could never happen.

  You’re losing your mind, Maddox, I thought to myself, considering the possibility of cracking open a bottle of whiskey this early in the morning.

  It wasn’t like I was going to do anything else wise with my day, anyway. I stared at the closed cupboard door of my small home bar, one of the few things that I’d settled in the apartment as most of my life was still in cardboard boxes. The closed door didn’t provide any more answers than I currently had, but it sure felt like I could maybe find a couple more problems if I poured myself a finger of whiskey.

  With a dejected sigh, I stood up, walking to the cupboard. I threw the door open and looked at my options quietly. 25 years, 30 years… all I had left were the really good bottles. But I had a really big existential crisis going on, so I guess it was now or never.

  I’d been saving those bottles for a special occasion, and I guess this constituted one. Picking the most expensive option I had, I twirled the bottle in my hands, picking a tumbler as sort of an afterthought. It wasn’t the kind of alcohol to drink straight from the bottle, but I was past proper manners at that point.

  With a woman on my mind that I couldn’t, shouldn’t, and mustn’t want, it was hard to keep my thoughts straight. Increasingly crazy things seemed to make sense to me. Like packing a bag, telling her to meet me in the middle of the night, and then hightailing it out of that dead-end town, shrouded in darkness.

  Or reporting her father to the police for obvious abuse. Though I knew full well that he’d be off the hook by the time I was done making the call. Cora was too afraid of him to testify, and even if she wasn’t, he had friends in the police department and I had no solid evidence against him.

  Considering I was the man currently fucking his barely legal daughter, there was at least as much to lose as there was to gain.

  I slouched back on the couch, uncorcking the bottle. Taking a whiff of the whiskey, I had to snap my head away. It was strong. Good. Just what I needed. I poured two fingers in the glass and swished it around, finding myself unable to bring it to my lips.

  Maybe it was that I was bitter enough already that adding alcohol to it suddenly just felt like adding insult to injury. Maybe it was something else, I don’t know, but I sat at least a half an hour with that damn glass in my hands, staring into the brownish-red liquid without it revealing any great secrets to me.

  Moral quandaries were not something that I was used to. I didn’t suffer from them, as a rule. I knew what I wanted in life, always, and I went for it. In a manner of speaking, I’d done the same with Cora, but my intentions went far beyond just wanting to get what was mine this time.

  I’d done it, in the beginning at least, as much because it promised a golden ticket out of all of the bullshit that had been following me for the last year, as I had because Cora had made my heart beat twice as fast the first time I saw a picture of her.

  Since meeting her in person, the rest of the reasons seemed to fade away and all I could really think about was Cora herself. How fucking perfect she was. Innocent and damaged at the same time, but so strong, persevering through it all. Naughty and nice, like she was put on this earth to make me question what I’d been doing with my time for so long.

  Nothing like Serena, I thought with a scoff.

  That was what made me finally take a gulp of whiskey. It burned as it went down, but nowhere as bitterly as the thought of that woman did. I pulled a hand through my hair before leaning back, shaking my head. I’d been doing that a lot since meeting her.

  I’m not a good man, not by a long shot, but I always had my morals. I liked my women young. Ironically enough, the first relationship I was ever in was with a woman twice my age. I guess that’s what did it – I saw in her the kind of vitality and zest for life she gained from being around me when I was seventeen at best, and I wanted it too.

  For years, I didn’t admit it to myself, or maybe even understand. I dated older women, until I was too old for them. And then I started fucking women too young for me. The thought of having a real relationship had never crossed my mind. I liked corrupting them, showing them all the dirty things they could love if they only let themselves. And then I got bored and moved on.

  The same pattern followed me as I changed jobs, moving across country. I became a regular at a BDSM club in the college town I lived in, domming often and well. I knew that a few of the women I’d fucked there were students on the same campus I taught at, but there was an anonymity clause in place. It worked out well, for a long time.

  Until it didn’t anymore.

  Serena was a student of mine. She was bright, bubbly, vivacious, everything I liked. But she was also in my class, and that was where I’d drawn the line while living in that town. I’m not saying that it was me rising above, no. I’d definitely fucked students of mine before, but it always came with more trouble than it was worth, so I’d decided I wouldn’t anymore.

  I recognized her at the club when she was trying to get close to me, and I rejected her. She didn’t take no for an answer, showing up in my lecture hall on a weekend, while I was grading tests, in lingerie and a trench coat, practically serving herself up on a platter.

  And I said no again.

  After that, I only had to wait until Monday for the shit to hit the fan. Serena accused me of raping her. She found students who had gone to the club and seen me domming there, and had them testify that I was some sort of a sexual fucking deviant.

  Well, I was. No point in denying that. But I hadn’t laid a finger on Serena.

  She didn’t get a rape kit, mostly because there was nothing to test, but I got fired regardless. And then the lawsuits came.

  She sued me for everything she could think of, her daddy’s pockets being heavy with cash, and her pride being hurt enough to warrant it. Maybe she was saving face, or maybe she was just vindictive, but the end result was the same – I was unhirable.

  That made me take another gulp of whiskey, and reach for the bottle again. It was noon on a fucking Saturday, and I was drinking alone. I wasn’t going to pretend that it was the first time it had happened in the last year, but it didn’t ex
actly make me proud of myself.

  The only reason I got the job in Cora’s high school was because of my ‘benefactor’. He’d vouched for me personally, or maybe bribed someone, but I’d gotten the job. A job that was like taking ten steps back in my career, but then again it wasn’t like there was much left of my so called career to begin with.

  The deal itself had been an easy one to make. Fuck a young woman I would have likely gone for anyway, had we met at a club or outside of a classroom setting. Make her fail her classes. Make her completely dependent on a strong, masculine figure. And then leave her, shattering her in tiny little pieces.

  I’d fucked her, alright. In fact, the only thing I wanted to do most of the time was to make Cora cum and scream my name. But I hadn’t held up the rest of the bargain and I found myself less willing by the day to do it.

  The simple truth was, she was too fucking good to ruin what chance of a better future she had. I’d fucked up my own life, so while the thought of doing the same thing to someone else had at first seemed appealing, it now stuck to me like mud that I couldn’t wash off.

  I didn’t want to do it, and I’d been avoiding admitting that I’d taken her virginity to my ‘employer’ for weeks now, while secretly searching out every situation I could to get closer to her. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She was a drug I couldn’t, and didn’t want to quit.

  But I could only deflect for so long. Sooner or later, we’d be found out, whether because my ‘employer’ knew me too well, or because she told someone, or something third entirely. And then it would be all over, and I wouldn’t be the only one in this equation without a future.

  I tossed the glass on the table, sending it nearly falling over the opposite edge. I’d lost my appetite for the alcohol. Frustration raged inside of me. Not only had I put myself in an impossible situation, but I’d dragged Cora down with me.

  My hands rolled into fists. I needed to punch something, to scream… but what good would that do? I was getting up off the couch to grab my car keys and go for a drive just as I heard a beeping from somewhere in the apartment. It was my second line, the one I kept just to talk to my ‘employer’.

  “Shit,” I murmured, finding the phone in the kitchen.

  I unlocked it and the message that stared back at me made my blood run cold.

  ‘I know you’ve been lying to me.’

  Cora, I thought.

  I knew immediately she was in trouble. Grabbing my jacket, I threw on a pair of boots and ran out of the door, not even unlocking it behind me. I had to get to her as fast as possible. The way my gut twisted and my heart constricted in my chest, I was sure that I didn’t have a minute to spare.

  I blazed through the town, running every traffic light and narrowly missing crashing a couple of times. When her house came into view, my knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. I just had to hope I wasn’t too late.

  I ran out of the car and just as I got to the front door, it was thrown open in front of me. Cora ran past me, her face red with tears, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. Panties that I’d taken off of her once.

  “Cora,” I hissed, trying to grab her as she went by. “What’s going on?”

  “N-nothing,” she stammered, covering her face with her hands for a moment. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”

  “I’m here because I have to be here,” I told her, resolve building in me.

  I knew what I had to do now. Damn the consequences.

  “CORA!” Alexander howled, running down the stairs.

  It was time to face the fucking music.

  Eighteen

  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 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 out for the noise my steps might make 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, the door closed behind me, 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 teddy bear 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 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. For him. It seemed worth the extra bit of danger, of getting possibly caught by Alexander.

  A little smile played on my face as I snuck out of my room. I made sure to check that 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 sound 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 bathroom.

  I looked flushed, my cheeks burning with excitement and my eyes glowing with intent. I smiled at my own reflection and got in 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 myself 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, so forbidden.

  Finally, I couldn't stretch out what I was supposed to do any longer. I reached for the razor and spread my legs wide. 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, moving 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 dirty at the same time. 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 my thighs 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 in a fist and making the razor cut me deep. I could feel the trickle of blood down fingers.

  "What the fuck are you doing?" Alexander asked me. His voice was so calm it scared me, but he was slurring his words. A fear so intense I'd never felt anything like it ran in a shiver down my spine.

  "N-nothing," I whispered.

  I wanted to tell him to get out. To leave me alone. To stop looking at me like I was a meal he was having for fucking dinner. "Please, can you leave?"

  "Leave?" he roared, approaching me so fast it felt like he'd covered the distance in an instant. He made a lunge for me and I ducked out of the way, a gasp leaving my lips as I tried to get away from him.