“Take your fucking clothes off.”
His voice was deep and slow and sharp, like a command wrapped in velvet and soaked in sin. My body responded before my brain even caught up. I peeled his shirt off my chest with shaking hands, letting it fall to the floor like it didn’t mean anything, like it wasn’t the shirt I’d stolen from him just to feel close. I was bare now. Fully. Tits out. Pussy dripping. And I stood there, naked and trembling and soaked with him, while her eyes—Kayla’s fucking eyes—stared at me like I was something monstrous. Something sacred. Something destroyed. And maybe I was. Because I didn’t flinch. I didn’t hide. I didn’t cover myself up. I was hypnotized, like he’d pulled me by the soul instead of his hands. He grabbed me by the waist, turned me around without a word, and threw me over his shoulder like I was weightless. “Daddy—” I gasped, my voice breaking into a laugh and a moan at once as the blood rushed to my head and my legs dangled helplessly in the air. My pussy was right next to his face. His hand slapped my ass hard—once, twice, like he was announcing me—and then he buried his face in my pussy. I screamed. His tongue violated me. Not gentle. Not teasing. He licked me like he was trying to taste everything he put inside me, like he was starving for me, like he wanted Kayla to hear what it sounded like when his tongue dragged through cream. He shoved his face so deep between my legs I was shaking, screaming, writhing over his shoulder while he growled into my cunt and licked me open like an animal. “Oh my god—Daddy—please—fuck—Kayla’s still watching,” I sobbed, hips bucking, hands grabbing at his back like it would save me. “She’s watching you eat me out. She’s fucking watching you devour me like dessert.” He didn’t stop. He didn’t fucking care. He walked with me still on his shoulder, tongue buried in my pussy, until we reached the wall. And then he slammed me against it. Back flat to the wall. Legs hanging off his shoulder. His face still buried in my cunt. My thighs were trembling, open, spread, and leaking into his mouth while I cried out and clawed at the wall like it would stop me from losing my mind. He licked up. Down. Circled my clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it so hard I almost passed out. He was moaning into me like I was his addiction. Like he needed to taste every inch of what he’d bred. His spit mixed with my cum. It was dripping down his jaw. I looked down and saw his eyes open, staring up at me, and he didn’t blink once. He wanted me to see. He wanted Kayla to see. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, barely able to breathe, legs jerking against his shoulders. “Daddy—fuck—it’s too much. You’re gonna make me squirt. You’re gonna make me break.” He growled, pulled me back from the wall, and tossed me in the air so fast I shrieked. My legs wrapped around him automatically, my arms clutching his neck, and in one motion—one brutal, perfect motion—he grabbed beneath my thighs, slammed my back to the wall again, and thrust into me. I screamed. So loud it echoed. So loud I knew Kayla heard every bit of it. He didn’t go slow. He didn’t build up to it. He was already inside me, already pounding, already rutting into my tight, slick, sobbing cunt like he’d been waiting years just to fuck me against this wall. My legs were wrapped around his waist. His hands were holding my thighs up like handles. His cock was destroying me, over and over, thrusting so deep the head hit my cervix and made me twitch with every stroke. My head fell back, slamming into the wall. My nipples were rubbing against his chest with every thrust. My pussy was sucking him in like a greedy, dripping hole that never wanted to let go. And Kayla—she was still there. Still watching. Still breaking. Still seeing everything. I looked at her through glassy, tear-filled eyes, and I smiled. “You see this?” I moaned, my voice cracking into something desperate and ugly and so fucking loud it filled the whole room. My back slammed against the wall again and again with each thrust, and I swear I didn’t even care if the fucking plaster cracked. Daddy was inside me. Deep. Brutal. Fucking relentless. And I was soaking him like I was made to. “You see how full I am? How I take it? How I open my legs and let your daddy shove his cock so deep inside me I can’t even think straight anymore?” Kayla didn’t answer. She just stood there. Frozen. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Looking like her brain was glitching. And I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Because she needed to see. She needed to fucking feel this. I wanted to ruin her. Not just emotionally. Not just mentally. I wanted her to wake up every day and hear the sound of my pussy dripping while her father fucked me against the wall like I was his personal fucking cumdump. “I’m not even on birth control,” I said, breathless, smiling now, my whole face flushed and wet from tears and sweat and maybe just the sheer overwhelming high of being bred like this. “You think this is just for fun? You think he’s just fucking me ‘cause I’m cute?” I laughed, and it came out messy and mean. “He’s already bred me, Kayla. His cum is still inside me from this morning. I woke up dripping down my thighs and begging for more. You should’ve seen me crawling across the bed with my pussy still twitching. And he gave it to me. Again. And again. And now? Now he’s doing it right here. On your wall. While you stand there and sob.” She looked like she was going to puke. Or scream. Or punch something. But all she did was shake. Her hands. Her voice. Her eyes. “Y-you’re sick,” she whispered, her voice cracking like it couldn’t handle the truth of what she was watching. “You’re… you’re fucking sick. What the fuck is wrong with you?” “Everything,” I moaned, arching my back as Daddy slammed up into me so hard my mouth fell open and my body shook. “I’m fucking ruined. I’m Daddy’s now. I don’t even care about right or wrong. I just want more. I want to be full. I want to be his.” She backed up. One step. Two steps. Her eyes were wild. Like she was watching a horror movie she couldn’t shut off. “Fuck—I’m out of here,” she said, louder now, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a mile. “You’re both insane. I can’t fucking watch this. I can’t—” And she turned. Ran. Bolted for the door like she couldn’t breathe anymore. She slammed it behind her. And the second it clicked shut—I screamed.~Maya~It’s been three weeks since Kayla left. After she witnessed us having rough sex. She came back and packed her things. She just packed her things in cold, vicious silence, like I wasn’t even there, like she was trying to erase me from her life one sweatshirt at a time. She didn’t even look at me when she left. Just closed the door behind her like it wasn’t the same door I used to knock on before dragging her to class, like it wasn’t the door I used to fall asleep behind, thinking she was my best friend.She was. Until her dad made me his.And now?I don’t think about her.Not when his hands are between my legs before I’m even fully awake. Not when he makes me open my mouth at the breakfast table like a good girl so he can slide his cock past my lips while his coffee brews. Not when he orders for me at dinner, buys me clothes I’m not allowed to wear in public, fucks me in every room of this house until I forget what it was like to not smell like him. Not when he calls me his b
I screamed. Not like a girl who was embarrassed. Not like a girl who was sorry. I screamed like a bitch in heat with no shame left, no thoughts left, no fucking oxygen left in her lungs because her pussy was spasming so hard around Daddy’s cock I felt like I was gonna black out from how fucking good it was. My back slammed harder into the wall. My legs wrapped tighter around him. My nails dragged down his shoulders as my body clenched and jerked like I was being electrocuted from the inside out. “Oh fuck—fuck—Daddy—I’m cumming,” I choked out, my voice high-pitched and cracking, tears flooding my eyes even though I was smiling like a fucking demon. “I can’t—shit—I can’t stop. I can’t even breathe. It’s still going—fuck—I’m still cumming, Daddy, I swear, it won’t stop.” And it didn’t. My whole body was shaking. My pussy was gushing around him, dripping all the way down his cock, down his thighs, making the floor beneath us wet with the sound of everything he’d done to me. And he
“Take your fucking clothes off.” His voice was deep and slow and sharp, like a command wrapped in velvet and soaked in sin. My body responded before my brain even caught up. I peeled his shirt off my chest with shaking hands, letting it fall to the floor like it didn’t mean anything, like it wasn’t the shirt I’d stolen from him just to feel close. I was bare now. Fully. Tits out. Pussy dripping. And I stood there, naked and trembling and soaked with him, while her eyes—Kayla’s fucking eyes—stared at me like I was something monstrous. Something sacred. Something destroyed. And maybe I was. Because I didn’t flinch. I didn’t hide. I didn’t cover myself up. I was hypnotized, like he’d pulled me by the soul instead of his hands. He grabbed me by the waist, turned me around without a word, and threw me over his shoulder like I was weightless. “Daddy—” I gasped, my voice breaking into a laugh and a moan at once as the blood rushed to my head and my legs dangled helplessly in
~Maya~“Daddy,” I whispered, and it came out like a prayer—no, not a sweet little bedtime one, but a desperate, shaking, sinful kind of prayer. One that belonged in a church with the roof caving in. My throat was raw from begging. My lips were swollen from sucking. My whole body was wrecked, but I still said it again. “Please. I want her to see. I want her to see how I moan for you. How I cream for you. How I take it over and over until my legs stop working and I forget my fucking name. I want her to see what it means to be yours.” I heard it—the sound she made. Like a sob. Like the kind of noise someone makes when their whole reality just gets ripped in half. It was broken. Shaky. Crushed. And for a second, I almost felt something. Pity? Guilt? I don’t even know. But then he touched me again and all of it vanished. Because he didn’t speak. He didn’t warn me. He didn’t even look at her. He just grabbed me by the waist as his dick left my mouth. He grabbed me with those huge
~Maya~He said it with that voice. That voice. The one that made my bones lock and my stomach drop and my cunt ache like I was born for this. That deep, cold, calm, I-own-you voice. The voice that didn’t need to scream. Didn’t need to growl. Didn’t even need to whisper. Just a few quiet words, and my whole fucking body obeyed.He looked at me like I wasn’t even a person anymore. Like I wasn’t Kayla’s friend. Like I wasn’t a girl with a past or a future or a heart that used to beat for other people. He looked at me like I was a command he hadn’t finished giving. Like I was a toy that finally understood what it was. And the moment those words left his mouth, I dropped.Just like that.I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think. My knees hit the floor with a soft, perfect thud that felt louder than a gunshot. And I didn’t care. I didn’t care that Kayla was still standing there. I didn’t care that her entire face was twisted in disbelief, or that her mouth was hanging open like she’d just seen G
“He recorded you,” she whispered. “He’s been recording you.”I froze.Like completely. My blood just stopped. Like my lungs didn’t know how to move anymore. Like every single part of my body turned to ice and heat at the same time, burning and freezing in the same breath. Because what the actual fuck? What did she just say? He what?“He’s been recording you.”That was what she said. And I didn’t need her to say it again because my brain was already spiraling, already connecting all the dots I’d been too naive, too blind, too stupid to see. He had been watching. From the beginning. From the first night I stayed over. From that moment I shut the guest room door and peeled off my bra and didn’t even realize the mirror was tilted. From the way I bent over in that tiny towel. From the way I danced around when I thought no one was looking. From that stupid night I slept without panties because my period cramps were too bad and I thought the sheets felt nice. He saw everything. He had ever