Chapter 5

ROXETTE

“Say it,” he orders, gripping my chin so I meet his gaze. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I… I belong to you,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he hits that spot again and again. “I'm yours!”

"That's right," he praises darkly. "My good little virgin is finally getting what she needs."

He leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss while continuing to pound into me relentlessly. His tongue invades my mouth just as his cock invades my body, claiming every part of me completely and irrevocably.

“Mmmhhpp!” My nails claw down his back. “D-Daddy… if you keep saying things like that…” I whisper between breaths.

He chuckles low. “Oh? What happens if I keep talking dirty to my pretty little virgin?”

His hips drive harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“You get wetter,” he murmurs, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, merciless circles. “Your whole body responds when Daddy talks about owning you.”

He nips my earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Ahh! Yes! Oh gods, yes!”

His rhythm grows erratic as our pleasure builds, the sight of him above me pushing me closer to the edge.

"Come for me again," he commands roughly, his thumb pressing harder against my clit. "Let Daddy watch you fall apart while I fill this tight little cunt with my cum."

His movements become frantic, as if driven by the need to mark me completely. Each thrust is deeper, harder than the last as he chases his own release.

“Daddy! Yes! Oh! I'm c-close–ahh!”

"Fuck, Roxette," he groans against my neck. "You feel too good. Too perfect."

He buries himself to the hilt and holds still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him pulsing inside me. Then he starts moving again-short, brutal strokes designed to push both of us over the edge.

"Now," he growls, pinning me down with his body weight. "Come on Daddy's cock like a good girl.”

His command shatters the last of my control. My back arches sharply off the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My muscles clamp down around him convulsively, milking his cock as I scream his name.

“Daddy! Daddy, yes!”

Chandler lets out a guttural groan, his own release triggered by the feeling of my orgasm squeezing him so tightly. He drives into me one final time, burying himself deep as he floods my insides with hot spurts of semen.

“Fuck,” he breathes out raggedly, collapsing on top of me but supporting some of his weight on his forearms. “You came apart beautifully.”

His forehead rests against mine as we both catch our breath, sweat slicking our skin and mingling together. The room is filled with nothing but heavy breathing and the occasional soft moan escaping my lips as aftershocks ripple through my sensitive body.

***

“Hello? Earth to Roxy?” Diana waved her hand at my face.

I came back to my senses. “O-oh, you’re saying?”

It happened a week ago. My body’s still sore. Diana is now facing me as we eat lunch together in the cafeteria.

Diana rolls her eyes dramatically, setting her fork down with a clatter against her tray. “Seriously? You’ve been zoning out for five minutes straight. I asked you twice if you wanted to grab coffee after class.”

Her hazel eyes narrow suspiciously as she studies my face. “You look tired. And different somehow. Did something happen over the weekend?”

She leans closer across the cafeteria table, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Spill it, bestie. Did you hook up with someone? Because you’ve got that ‘well-fucked’ glow going on.”

The bell rings overhead, signaling the end of lunch period. Students start packing up around us, but Diana makes no move to leave.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off that easy,” she insists, crossing her arms stubbornly. “We’re staying here until you tell me what’s putting that dreamy smile on your face.”

I blushed. “Nothing! I just…” I sighed. “Never mind. Let’s just go.”

Diana’s eyebrows shoot up, a knowing smirk spreading across her face. “Oh, it’s definitely something. You’re never this flustered unless it involves a guy.”

She leans back in her chair, studying my flushed cheeks and nervous fidgeting with amusement. “Fine, we’ll drop it for now. But you owe me major details later.”

As we gather our trays and stand to leave, Diana links her arm through mine possessively. “Come on, let’s go to class.”

Outside the cafeteria doors, she suddenly stops walking and turns to face me fully. Her expression grows serious for a moment.

“Wait a sec,” she says quietly. “Was it someone I know? Someone from school maybe?” Her gaze searches my face anxiously.

She just told me we’ll drop it for now. I sighed inwardly. How can I tell her that her dad, twice our age, just fucked my brain out?

“No… it’s not someone you know,” I lied. “Not from this campus too.”

“Okay, mystery man it is. Well, whoever he is, he must be pretty special to make you this flustered.”

She starts walking again, pulling me along with her toward the hallway. “You know, this is kind of exciting. My best friend finally gets some action and I don’t even know who the guy is.”

Her tone is teasing, but there’s genuine concern beneath it. “Just promise me he’s not some creep from a bar again or something. You deserve someone who treats you right.”

I pursed my lips. “Please. It’s not what you think it is. It was just a hookup. One-night stand, I promise! It won’t happen again.”

Diana stops walking abruptly, her grip tightening on my arm. “A one-night stand? Roxette, you’re blushing like you just ran a marathon. That’s not how ‘one-night stands’ work.”

“Am I? You're mistaken. It wasn't like that, really. You're wrong this time.” I said defensively.

Diana’s expression hardens with resolve. “You can’t just brush this off like it was nothing. Whatever happened over the weekend changed something about you. Look, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were troubled last time with Josh… you know it’s because my dad—”

The mention of her dad made me flinch automatically in response, as if he were here.

I remembered waking up the next day, grabbing my clothes and frantically putting them on before leaving while he was still asleep.

Diana thought I didn’t go to her place that day and just went to another man’s place.

I held Diana’s hands suddenly, looking at her intently. “I swear. It wasn’t like that. I just… kinda enjoyed the hookup. It was my first anyway. And unlike the boyfriends I had, I got my virginity broken completely! You get it? Maybe that’s why I’m still thinking about it. At least I know I’m not really defective and those assholes just weren’t doing me properly enough.” I explained urgently in one go.

Diana’s jaw drops, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stares at me for a long moment before bursting into laughter, drawing curious glances from passing students.

“Defective? Roxette, are you kidding me right now?” she exclaims between giggles, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “You think you were defective because those idiots couldn’t satisfy you properly?”

She shakes her head incredulously. “Sweetheart, there was nothing wrong with you. Those guys were probably just selfish losers who didn’t know how to please a woman.”

“Hehe, right…”

“You know,” Diana continues thoughtfully, “maybe this mystery guy did you a favor. Broke you in properly and showed you what real sex feels like.”

She winks playfully. “Next time you decide to experiment with one-night stands, at least give me a heads-up so I don’t worry myself sick wondering if some creep is taking advantage of my best friend again. But seriously,” she adds softer, her tone becoming more sincere again, “if this hookup left such an impression on you that you’re still thinking about it a week later… maybe it wasn’t just about losing your virginity.”

She unlocks the main door and holds it open for me. “Sometimes chemistry finds us when we least expect it. Nothing wrong with enjoying someone who knows how to treat your body right.”

Well… you won’t say that if only you knew it was your dad in the first place.