All Chapters of Daddies In My Holes: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ANGELDinner was tense, Daddy sat at the head of our long pristine dining table as usual.Jillian perched next to him, dressed in a red condom dress that showed the shape of her huge bréasts. I have always been pissed by how truly attractive she was. Jillian had an exotic model-like face, her títs were huge, her waist was tiny and her àss was round. She was womanly and sultry in a way that made me feel like a little girl compared to her.I always felt bitter and jealous each time she was this close to daddy, touching him like she owned him, but not right now, I couldn’t be fully jealous when the remnant of adrenaline still throbbed heavily in my veins. I focused on my plate, I had no appetite for my favourite steak, and I was unable to meet anyone’s eyes, especially not his. Daniel’s. My fingers were trembling, the air felt too thick. I couldn’t breathe, my nostrils hurt, my lungs were burning. The silence of the large dining room felt like a sound itself, drumming in my ears an

ANGELDaniel stood in the doorway and disappointment struck me square in the chest, I didn’t even try to hide it, my eyes narrowed at him and the glass of milk in his hand. Since when was it his turn to get me anything? This would also make it twice since he’d come to my room today. “Why is it you? Where is daddy?” I looked behind him as though Daddy would somehow appear, my dismay morphed to anger when I saw that Daniel indeed came alone. “Have you been crying?” He was studying me closely with those focused eyes.“It’s none of your fucking business!” I snapped, irritated. I hated the way his eyes unnerved me, like he was stripping my flesh from my bones. I thought I saw his lips twitch. “You actually look better when you cry, it suits you,” His eyes blazed with something resembling mockery. “It makes your eyes more beautiful, like a true Bratz doll.”Did he just fúcking say that? Now, I had the urge to gouge out my own eyes with a fork. If I got any more pissed, I might as well j

ANGELI stared at my reflection in the steam-blurred mirror of my bathroom and barely recognized myself. My wavy golden hair was damp and clinging to my skin, my usually tanned skin looked ghostly, as if a demon had drained all the blood from me overnight. My baby blue eyes, which used to get complimented all the time, stared back at me; they looked haunted, corrupted, and covered in faint traces of dark circles. The flushed raw skin of my behind was all evidence that it had been real. The soreness didn’t allow me to pretend that it hadn’t happened. Last night I’d done something I regretted, thinking about it now made me feel dirty, filthy and carnal in a way not even spending thirty minutes in the hot shower had been able to wash away. I was absolutely disgusted with myself. I still couldn’t grasp my mind around it, why did my body react that way when Uncle had spanked me? His firm grip around my nape as he punished me against the walls of my bedroom had gotten me so soake

ANGEL“I s-swear, Mr Vale, she just climbed upstairs to bring you coffee, how did this happen?!” Mrs Martha’s hysterical cry broke through the air. “I’ll dial the doctor right away!” I couldn’t focus on her words or the sounds of her hurried footsteps. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Just him. “Angel!” Daddy called again, but I still didn’t open my eyes. I wanted to hear his voice just a little more.“Baby girl, look at me,” The deep gravel was making my eardrums tingle, I could have sworn I had an eargasm when he cursed, “Fúck, Fúck! Fùck!”His rough arms were caged around me, his scent enclosed me, I felt safe, I felt wet, I felt all my earlier anger melt away like warm chocolate. This was it. Keep worrying about me like this, forever, Daddy. Keep holding me, never let me go.Mrs Martha’s voice broke my temporary moment of peace. “Sir, I’ve just called Garett, he mentioned stepping out for a bit, he won’t be back in t-time…”“Dàmm it, just now of all times!” Daddy swore ag

ANGEL“I’ll be right back, Angel,” Daddy jolted suddenly, he stood at full height. My heart clenched with hurt, my fingers fisting the sheets. “Daddy?” He wasn’t looking at me, my cheeks felt cold. I was already missing his touch. “Be good when Jillian comes back!”Confusion stitched my brows together. His expression was harsher now, his features set in a hard mask. His voice was nothing short of a command. A lump gathered in my throat, I wanted to tell him not to go, disappointment rained down on me like ice when Daddy turned. What should I do?Should I cry?If I screamed now in pain, would he stay? Would he gather me back in his arms?“Daddy? It still hurts” I whimpered, he didn’t turn around. Please, look at me, please!“I’ll send some pain killers,” His voice was still grim. Daddy’s avoidance filled me with shame, as if I’d done something wrong. Craved for something that wasn’t mine. Like I wasn’t worthy of his lips.Then, he was leaving. Martha entered the room, bowing s