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I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

I was convulsing, shaking, saying all sorts of gibberish as my ass was at his mercy. “Daddy… Daddy please….. aghhhhhhh.. harder.. fuck that pussy like you own it… fuck me dirty Daddy “ "Call me that with those little lips of yours and I’d thrust in harder than you’d ever imagine." Father Kentucky growled as he thrusted hard inside my asshole, shaking my walls and my head. “Fuck me Daddy, I don't care, tear my walls already please…” I screamed as precum started to drip from my pussy while he increased his pace.

A rich, spoilt one who got everything handed to him on a fucking golden platter. "My family lives in that shitty neighborhood." Noah shrugs. "So? You knew they lived there before you asked your boyfriend to find you someplace to stay." He gazes at me. "Oh..." His voice trails. "I get it. Mummy dearest is an abusive bitch who takes every penny you work for. Or Daddy a..." The look on his face is absolutely disgusting. "Real daddy like those in books that like to do things to their daughters? Wait... do you let him put it in your ass?"

I’m really wet. I’ve never had anything like a daddy before, not since my first foster family all those years ago. Not since Peter ruined everything for me. I’ve never had anyone threaten me with a spanking before either. I circle my clit with my drunk fingers, trying to steady my breath as I speak right into Brian’s ear. “What about you, Daddy Brian? You gonna let him spank me? You gonna watch?” “He’ll spank you his fucking self,” Cain snaps. “Won’t you, Daddy Brian?”

My nipples were erect and standing at the attention of Daddy. “Oh Daddy! Don’t look at my boobs! Don’t look! Oh Daddy… please look! Please check out my nipples! Please suck them!” My emotions were torn in both directions. I felt bad and wrong that Daddy was using my body and punishing my body in such a sexual way. This was DADDY after all. Father and daughter are not supposed to do such depraved acts! But I wanted it badly. I wanted Daddy to abuse me and have his way with me.

All of a sudden, there was crazy silence, it seeped into my skin and weakened me. “My dearest fascination, I will not let another man have you. Those divorce papers will never be signed by me. Whoever he is, he'll have to die. I will find him, and I will kill him, Ashley…and you'll be mine, and our son will be ours…” Hearing my dad speak like this, live, gave me chills. He was worse than a psychopath. He was not letting Brittany go even after everything. I never, ever, wanted to have anything to ever do with him again. He was never sorry for anything he did. He disgusted me.

If he did, he would try to kill her. "Answer me, girl!" He barked, and I cowered in fear even though he wasn't anywhere close to me. "Where is your bitch of a mother? There's no way I'm signing those nonsense divorce papers. Where did she get the money for a lawyer anyway? She was hiding money from me, wasn't she?" I remained quiet, trying not to cry out loud. Dad liked it when we—Mom and I cried. He derived some sick, twisted pleasure from it.

Tito Damien had asked, startled. I had smiled at him with bedroom eyes. I didn’t care anymore. If they all thought I was weak and stupid, they were wrong. This was going to be my revenge. I was going to fuck Justin’s father. I was going to make him and his mother regret ever hurting me… …for ever making me feel like I wasn’t enough. “Tito… Damien. Don’t you want me?” I saw his Adam’s apple bob. He was clearly trying to hold himself back.

“Do you want that, Aubrey? Do you want me to punish you even though you don’t deserve it?” I nod my head. Yes, yes please, I silently beg. “Use your words.” “Yes, I want that… Daddy,” I add at the last second. “Tell me what you want,” he pushes. “I—I want you to punish me. Spank me even though I don’t deserve it. F—” I stutter on the word. Cussing is against my stepmother’s rules. It’s unseemly, even though it doesn’t stop her from cussing a blue streak. “Fuck me, own me. I want you, Daddy. I’m yours.”

Dad responds sardonically, examining his fingers through his hair for a sign of blood, I guess. Does he think this is a joke? “How could you?” I mutter; my vision blurred with tears. “I thought my father was worse, but you are even beyond prediction.” “Madison,” Dad starts, just as Mom sternly warns, “Do not.” “No, Mom. This man is not okay,” I sob. “He’s not okay, Mom.” Can’t she see she’s living with an abuser? “Maddie!” Dad calls, only this time he sounds remorseful and pleading.