SIN:BATION — 20 DADDIES SECRET

I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sad. As much as I didn't like the fact that I wouldn't be in school for three days, I wasn't totally against the fact that I would be here in this house with Vaughan. Down there, in that place, witnessing everything that goes on there. Live. As a punishment. Hell yes, thank you. Three days. Nothing too bad. Nothing hard. If that's the punishment, I gladly accept. I walked down, my legs feeling like jelly. As I walked down the stairs, about to descend, at the bottom in the living room, I saw them: a tall man in an expensive suit, give or take 50? Right next to him was a girl who looked just like me—pale, pretty, and vibrating with nerves. Then, there was Vaughan. My Daddy. He looked incredi

The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears. I couldn’t stand being there, watching them, not anymore. My body was betraying me. I was pulsing, a constant, wet ache thumping between my legs. It was like my core had its own mind, and it was breathing. "Can I leave?" I asked. My voice was a thin, ragged scrape. It didn't matter that Mr. Rowe and Princess were standing right there. I just needed to move. I needed to get out of there. Vaughan was focused on the lens, but he still gave a small, sharp nod. "Drop the memory cards in the office. Then you're done for the day." I snatched the cases from the table. My fingers were slick and shaking. I didn't look at anyone. I ran to the office, dropped the cards on the wood, and bolted for th

Bang! Bang! Bang! A heavy thumping on my bedroom door jolted me awake. I blinked, my head fuzzy, and glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand. 9:00 AM. "Fuck," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. I had completely passed out after the heat of last night. "Angel, open up. Now." Vaughan. His voice was like a bucket of ice water. I scrambled out of bed, my heart already starting that familiar, frantic dance against my ribs. I tripped over my own feet as I reached the door and swung it open. Vaughan was standing there, and the sight of him made the air leave my lungs. He was wearing a loose, thin white singlet with a deep U-neck that dipped almost to his stomach. It showed off every inch of his hard, tanned chest and the dark ink of the tattoos that crawled over his shoulders. He looked raw. "It’s morning, Angel," he said, his eyes tracking the way my chest rose and fell. "You’re working. Or did you think your punishment was over because the sun came up?" I couldn't even

The house was silent, but my mind was a storm. I sat on the edge of my bed; my skin was still tingling from the rough heat of the office. I had just been taken by my stepfather. Fucked. Raw. Hard. I was supposed to feel sick, right? I was supposed to be crying. But as I sat there in the light of the bathroom, the only thing I could feel was the pulsing ache for him to do it again. The ache to be bent over again and again. I had loved every inch of what he had done to me. I loved the way he looked at me like I was a property he couldn't afford to lose. And the fact that he had those files all this while, when I thought I was alone, hidden... fuck! I sank myself deeper into the water, letting the steam get deep into my skin. For hours, I was alone. From here I could hear little giggles from Sharon and the humming sound of Morris’s deep voice. After what felt like forever, it was finally evening, the sky outside giving night vibes. I heard footsteps approaching. A soft, steady knock s