Daddy's Girl

by Isabella Starling

  I settled next to his feet, leaning down coyly and leaving a fleeting kiss against the leather of his boots.

  "What's gotten into you today, babygirl?" he muttered to himself, his hand going to the top of my head and caressing me softly. "You're never usually this good."

  I looked up at him, my eyes big and bright and so very fake it almost hurt to giggle playfully. But I still did it, ignoring the pang in my chest telling me there was something there, as much and as hard as I tried to deny it.

  There was an attraction between us, something wild and unpredictable and sweet at the same time, that I was still trying to deny existed.

  "I have a special treat for you today," he told me wickedly, and I glanced to his feet to find a bucket with steaming, soapy water beside him. My eyes lit up with excitement and Lawson guided me to my feet, leading me to the chair in the room and sitting me down.

  "I know I've been mean to you, babygirl," he said with some regret. "It's just the way things have to be right now, sweetheart. But I'm not a complete jackass, you know."

  As he was talking, he gently pulled the dress he'd brought me a few days prior over my head and I gasped when I was left naked, covering up my tits and pussy.

  Law smiled at me fondly and slapped my hand away. The motion was gentle but firm, and he made me reveal myself to him even though I hadn't been planning on it.

  He took the bucket and soaked a sponge inside it, the soft surface of it dripping with the soapy water and making me crave the washing he'd so carefully prepared. He inched closer to me and I sighed when the sponge hit my skin.

  Law lathered my skin with the soap, washing away the grimy traces of the cellar. It felt good, really damn good, to be taken care of that way. He'd mostly been rough with me, but I found myself liking this new version, gentler and sweeter.

  He washed me carefully, washing away every trace of dirt and grime from my body. I moaned when he was working my tits, making my nipples tighten into pretty, pink buds. When he got his hands between my legs, I was thankful he was washing me, or he would've noticed how wet I was getting from his circular motions.

  But Law gave me a knowing smile, and I had a feeling he knew. It made me blush.

  "See, sweetheart?" he asked me gently. "Daddy can be good to you as well."

  I giggled and pressed my cunt against his hand when he was washing me. I tried to convince myself I was only doing this to get out of here, not wanting to admit the sordid truth to myself.

  I wanted him.

  Wanted this.

  Wanted him to take care of me like no one else had.

  Wanted him to fuck me, even if it meant I'd never get the hell out of this damn cellar.

  He gave me a quick look and then pushed a finger against my folds, only a little, but enough to make me groan out loud. I wriggled against his hand, trying desperately to get off from the pathetic amount of friction he was giving me.

  "Slow down," he muttered against my hair. "Everything in due time, baby."

  I let him finish washing me without complaint. When he was done with my body, he washed my hair too, rinsing it out with the now lukewarm water from the bucket. He'd even brought a brush with him, and I stared at him as he combed through my hair, sitting on his knee now.

  "Why are you doing this?" I asked, because I couldn't hold back any longer.

  He gave me an indulgent look, but it only made me blush in anger.

  "Why are you being nice to me?" I demanded. "You don't have to wash me, or take care of me. Just take what you want."

  Law laughed out loud, saying: "When I fuck you, sweetheart, you're going to be begging for it, not telling me to take what I want."

  I pursed my lips, sincerely doubting his words. I could never want a man like him, someone so intent on breaking me. I was going to tell him as much… but I knew better than that, so I just shut my mouth instead.

  Law didn't stop until I was squeaky clean, and when he took away the bucket and sponge, I felt strangely empty and alone. He was back a moment later with a big, fresh blanket. He wrapped me up in it and guided me to the mattress in the corner.

  "I've been thinking," he said. "I want to make this place a little nicer for you. What do you think, babygirl? I could bring you a mirror, maybe. Some pillows. Maybe a book?"

  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he seemed to notice right away.

  "What's wrong?"

  I sniffled. He didn't sound cross, more curious about my inner turmoil. For once, I decided to let him in and explain why I felt this way.

  "It sounds like you're planning on keeping me here longer," I said in a small voice. "Like I'm going to spend a very, very long time in this cellar. Like I’m going to be here forever."

  I’d be lying if a tiny, sordid part of me didn’t like that idea, though.

  He brushed a strand of hair off my face and gave me a thoughtful look.

  "You wouldn't like that?" he inquired, and I gave him a lost look.

  I wasn't even sure what I wanted at that point. I just needed to get some focus, stop being so damn confused.

  I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out.

  Law's finger slid over my lips and I opened my mouth. He slipped his thumb between my lips and I sucked on it gently, needing him to make this better.

  "Fuck," he muttered. "I love it when you cry, babygirl."

  His words should've made me angry, but instead, they made my pussy throb with some kind of need I barely recognized. This... thing between us, it was primal, like my body responded to Law's demands without me wanting it to happen.

  His fingers left my lips and ventured down my chest, under the blanket he'd wrapped around me. He groaned.

  "Let me see your body, baby," he muttered.

  I hesitated, but only for a second. I needed to remember my goal.

  I let the blanket, now a little wet from the contact with my skin, fall to the floor. I was standing in front of Law completely naked, short and heaving breasts making my chest rise and fall. My hands went to my pussy on instinct, but Law pried them away gently.

  "You will not hide what's mine, sweetheart," he told me. "Part your pussy for me, I want to see how wet you are."

  I thought I didn't want to do it, but my body did. My fingers trembled as I parted my legs, gently opening my pussy up to his gaze. He groaned, and I could see how swollen his cock had gotten in his jeans when he stretched his hands.

  In that moment, with his shirt riding up like that, I saw a set of keys on his belt, and my eyes lit up. I looked away as fast as I could, and I didn't think he'd noticed a thing as I mewled and dropped to my knees in front of him.

  "What's this?" he asked bemusedly, and I tried to hide my blushing cheeks by rubbing against his jeans. "What a little slut you are, Lily. You want to please your daddy?"

  All I could think about was the set of keys at his belt. How badly I wanted it. How very close to my reach it was now.

  I nodded, giving him a smile as I reached for his belt buckle, desperate to undo it.

  He grabbed my throat faster than I could yell for help. He lifted me off the floor until my feet dangled, and small, pathetic sounds escaped my throat.

  "You think you can get my keys, sweetheart?" Law asked me, his voice pleasant and a sharp contrast to what he was doing with me. "Think again. Now you're getting punished."

  He threw me down on the mattress and I started shaking all over as I backed up into the corner. Tears of humiliation fell from my eyes but I was wet. Dripping. I wanted him to punish me in whatever way he chose.

  I sobbed out loud as he advanced on me, like a predator hunting down his prey. I felt vulnerable with nothing on, and he was still fully clothed. He caught me in his arms fast, and laid me down surprisingly gently.

  "Why are you crying, babygirl?" he asked me roughly, his hand going to the bulge in his jeans.

  "I..." I hiccupped when another sob took over my body. "I..."

  He merely grin
ned at me.

  "It's ok," he cooed. "I like you so much better in tears, sweetheart."

  His words made me let out a soft little sound, something between a gasp and a very, very needy moan. It made Law's eyes widen, and he guided my hand over the bulge in his jeans.

  "Feel that, babygirl?" he asked me. "That's all for you. But I'm not going to fuck you just yet."

  "Please," I said, the word barely above a whisper.

  "Please?" He was mocking me, laughing out loud at how fucking pathetic I sounded. "Please and what else?"

  I didn't understand it, the sudden need to have him inside me. All I knew was, I had to see his cock, feel it on my fingertips. I wanted this to be my fucking choice, not something he'd rip away from me like everything else he'd stolen.

  I wanted him.

  And god, how I hated him for it.

  "Please take your cock out, Daddy," I said in a shaky voice.

  It was still weird calling him Daddy, but at the same time, it felt so good.

  I remembered my own father, how I lost him when I was so young, but I managed to push the memory away every time. Something about this place though, this damn cellar, made the memory resurface too often for my liking.

  Law was serious now, grunting as he undid the zipper on his jeans and slid them down along with his boxers. His huge cock sprang free, so hard and so bulging it looked red and purple in the dim light of the cellar.

  "And your shirt, Daddy, please."

  My voice was getting huskier. I ate him up with my eyes, worshipping every inch of his muscled body and that thick cock, hard for me and only me.

  He obliged and got on the bed with me, only inches away. I followed his hand to where it was on his cock, and watched him spread the pearl of precum on his tip all over his cock. Lust like I'd never known it took over my body.

  "Daddy," I murmured. "Are you going to fuck my little virgin hole now?"

  He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. For a second, he looked vulnerable. Really fucking vulnerable, with his face conflicted and his hands shaking like he wasn't sure about this, like he wished he could go back and change things. But it was a fleeting moment.

  "Beg," he ordered in a low voice.

  I lay back on the mattress, my eyes following his as I spread my legs as wide as I could, baring my pussy to him and moaning softly as I slipped a finger between the lips of my cunt.

  "Daddy, please," I said softly. "I want you to fuck me now, right here..."

  I circled my clit and cried out. It made him throb so hard his hand shook on his cock.

  "I want you to make me a big girl," I went on, blushing deep at the naughty words leaving my lips. "I want to be a good girl and make Daddy cum inside me."

  "Jesus, Lily." He just stared at me, his eyes worried, and it riddled me with self-doubt.

  "I'm... I'm sorry," I said softly. "I thought... you'd like it."

  Feeling self-conscious as hell, I closed my legs and tried to move away, but he grabbed me and pulled me back in front of him.

  "I'm not some kind of monster," he told me.

  I wasn't sure whether he was trying to convince me or himself. I merely nodded, feeling another tear slip down my cheek.

  "I'll only do this if you want me to," he promised me. "Tell me now, sweetheart. Do you want Daddy to fuck you? Do you want Daddy to be your first?"

  I was buzzing with need, and my eyes were almost glazed over as I nodded. Once, twice, I couldn't stop. I just nodded.

  He put a hand around my waist and laid me down, and it was as if his sweet persona evaporated into thin air the second he did that. I looked between my legs, my soaked little cunt being prodded open by the meaty head of his cock. I almost changed my mind, almost told him no, but in the next second, he was splitting me open.

  He forced himself inside me with no grace whatsoever, ramming his cock so deep I cried out in pain.

  "Good little girl," he muttered against my ear. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

  He moved with purpose and my eyes rolled back as pain ripped through me.

  "Oh, babygirl," he cooed. "Look at that, not a virgin anymore."

  I gasped as he fucked me deeper, opening my pussy in ways I couldn't even have imagined.

  "Your little pussy feels so good on Daddy's cock," Law groaned in my ear. "Fuck, sweetheart, you have the sweetest, tightest little snatch."

  He wouldn't stop and I almost passed out from the intensity, not the pain. It only took a couple of thrusts to make me moan, and he laughed at me like a fucking animal as I wriggled on his cock.

  "This is the last fucking time I fuck you on a bed," he groaned in my ear. "Makes the thrusts too soft."

  His words made me moan and I suddenly couldn't hold back, the orgasm I'd been clinging to desperately being ripped out of me as I came undone on his cock.

  "Little pain slut," Law whispered in my ear. "You fucking love this, don't you, babygirl?"

  "Yes," I moaned despite myself. "Yes, Daddy!"

  "Jesus," he bit out, fucking me so deep I rolled my eyes back. "That's right baby, you look so fucking good like this."

  I let go, and only focused on his throbbing dick pounding inside me so fiercely every thrust made me cum. I stopped counting, stopped thinking. All of my orgasms rolled into one as he took what he wanted and gave me what I fucking needed.

  "Lily," he muttered against my cheek, his thrusts getting harder. "What would mommy dearest think if she saw you now?"

  He made me angry, and I wriggled under him, hissing curse words because I was still cumming and it felt so fucking wrong for him to be talking that way.

  "What if mommy was only a floor above?" he taunted me, an evil smile on his fucking face. "What if I told you you've been in mommy's house all along, baby?"

  I bit his shoulder, digging my teeth into his skin to stop myself from screaming when I came again. Law laughed at me, like I was fucking pathetic, but when my pussy tightened and swelled impossibly, his laughter turned into moans. He fucked me like he was a man possessed, pumping me so full I yelled his name, mixing it with Daddy.

  I knew he was about to cum, my bruised and swollen pussy accommodating his huge size and squeezing tight to get what I really wanted. But when it happened, he just cursed out loud and his seed spilled inside me, hot and sticky and so fucking rewarding it just left me gasping for air.

  He pulled out, grabbed me by the neck and made me look at his cock, slick and shiny with my juices and still throbbing. All I could think about was how it would taste in my mouth.

  "See, babygirl," he grinned. "That's your virginity on my fucking cock. Now you're mine forever."

  I came again, and I'd never been more ashamed of myself than in that moment.

  Nine

  Law

  I clutched at the collar of my white button-up shirt with one finger, trying to loosen it up without undoing the tie, at the same time balancing a glass of whiskey in that hand and a flute of champagne in the other. A part of me hoped that someone would walk straight into me, make me spill the drinks on my expensive suit, and get me the fuck out of there.

  I had no such luck.

  “Oh Lawson, honey, you’re back,” Emily called, waving at me as I made my way through the throng of bodies. “I thought you’d forgotten about me completely.”

  The titter of a laugh she let out scraped at my ears and I didn’t reply to her, just handing over her drink and giving a slight nod to the people she was with. She wrapped an arm around my waist and snuggled in close, her silver, blinged out with Swarovski crystals dress making a gentle ruffling sound. I had to suppress the immediate urge to smack her for getting this fucking close to me.

  Emily continued her conversation with the elderly couple across from us as we stood in the Raleigh Banquet Hall, attending the annual Concerned Mothers for Children’s Safety benefit gala. The irony of the fact that they’d let someone like me, and someone like Emily, in here didn’t escape me.

  Everywhere I looked, I could see people w
earing clothing and jewelry that screamed of wealth, rubbing elbows with other pricks just like them. It was like a who’s who of the local aristocracy, and I’d never been in the company of people this fucking low. I mean, I’d been to some dark, bad places, but I could swear I’d never been exposed to this much callous disregard to human life anywhere else.

  With criminals and the scum of the earth, you could at least usually understand why they were doing it. They were honest about it.

  With rich people, though? The only reason they did anything was because it would make them more profits. It didn’t matter who they trampled over in the process.

  “Don’t you think so, Lawson?” Emily asked, batting her long lashes up at me.

  “Hmm?”

  I hadn’t been paying attention to a single word she was saying.

  “Oh, Emily, my dear, please excuse us. The Pendeltons have just arrived and we must say hello,” the man we were evidently conversing with said, excusing himself and his wife.

  “We’ll do brunch, Emily,” the woman said, sharing two quick kisses on the cheek with Emily.

  It was like someone had untied an anchor from around my waist when Emily let go of me. I took a sip of the whiskey and it tasted more bitter than ever. It wasn’t a good thing.

  “They’re such bores, aren’t they?” Emily whispered, hiding her mouth behind her hand and adding in a girlish giggle. It made my skin crawl. “But Edward has always had a thing for pretty teenage boys, so who am I to question.”

  My mouth turned dry as I followed her through the crowd as she prompted me to, feeling like her very own trained lap dog. This was part of our deal. I was supposed to play the model husband, accompany her to her functions and make the questions go away.

  “Oh Emily, when will you ever marry again after your dear Thomas!?”

  I still remembered the first time she talked about her first husband, mimicking the way the women in her social circles asked her about her long lost ‘better half’. The way she rolled her eyes at their naiveté had made my blood run cold, and I’d barely even known her then.