《Taste me, Daddy》


 Chapter 1 Prologue

    Chapter 1 Prologue


    I blink aching eyes, my head pounding and my mouth dry. My tongue seems to weigh a ton as it sits


    in my mouth, but it doesn''t taste sour like my usual hangover mouths do. I moan as I slowly push up


    to a sitting position; I moan, again, when my head spins wildly for a moment. I hold my head as if


    that will stop the whirling world, close my eyes when that doesn''t work, and then lick my lips as


    nausea churns in my stomach.


    "Lord, how much did I drinkst night?" I ask aloud only to be met with silence. I risk opening my


    eyes back up and frown when not even the sound of snoring echoes back to me; I nce over my


    left shoulder to find the other pillow on the bed hasn''t even been slept on and finally wonder where


    my best friend Prisci is. I vaguely remember waking up to her in the shower, the running water


    making me have to pee in the worst way; I know that I used the bathroom, took some pain pills, and


    brushed my teeth using her toothbrush. "Where the fuck are you?" I grumble as I rub at my aching


    temples, but I push to my feet.


    I nce down at my body and realize that I''ve slept in my party clothes, something else that Prisci


    never usually lets me do. I frown as I pull my too-tight shirt away from my body, then I look around


    for my shoes; I find them tossed by the door, so I know that Prisci removed those. "But where the


    fuck are you?" I repeat as I reach down to scoop up my shoes and slide them on. I walk on silent


    feet, the carpeting masking the click-ck of my high heels until I reach the smooth marble flooring


    of the bathroom; the sounds my shoes make might as well be gunshots to my poor pounding head.


    I walk slower, tiptoeing so that the heels don''t click.


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    I lost count of the drinks that I hadst night, something that I don''t normally do. I had made ns


    with my boyfriend to celebrate Prisci''s birthdayst night and then had promised to sneak off with


    him right after the cake was served to finally give him my virginity. My best friend had been really


    wonderful about offering us her bedroom to use, but my boyfriend never arrived and he ignored my


    calls. I had left a few voicemails only for the call to go straight to voicemail around tenst night; I


    had been so upset that he had turned his phone off on me that I had hit the vodka until the bottle


    was gone and then I had switched to something stronger.


    I don''t remember how much of the second bottle I had drunk, though...


    I wash my face, pop two more pain relievers, drink my weight in water, then dry off with a towel


    discarded nearby. I hang the towel back on the rack, then tiptoe out of the bathroom until I''m back


    on the silencing carpet. "Prisci?" I call loudly, then give a listen as I expect to hear her call back


    up to me from the kitchen or living room; I know that she wouldn''t leave the house without me...I


    think... "Prisci?" I try, again, and walk toward the stairs.


    I hear fumbling behind me, from the other end of the hallway, a second before I hear a lock click. I


    frown as light emerges from the doorway down the hall and I slowly make my way toward that room;


    I hear hushed voices hissing, but can''t make out the words. "Prisci?" I call as I reach the doorway


    only to gasp and jump backward when Prisci leaps in front of me; I watch her pull the bedroom


    door closed, then stare at her flushed face through narrowed eyes.

 Chapter 2

    Chapter 2


    "Hey, Maya!" Prisci shouts way too enthusiastically for this early in the morning.


    I wince and wave my hand in front of her. "Not so loudly, please..." I beg her and rub at my throbbing temples: it''s like my brain switched ces with


    my heart and my heart doesn''t like my skull, so it''s trying to break free to get back to my chest. "I woke up and you weren''t there. I thought you left me


    alone in your house.¡± I grumble as I examine her from head to toe and back; I frown as I take in the white t shirt that''s at least three sizes too big for


    her. "Is that your Dad''s shirt?¡± I ask her, then I nce at the bedroom door that she''s grasping the knob on so tightly that her knuckles are white. "Did


    you juste out of your Dad''s room?"


    Prisci takes her lower lip between her teeth and nods. "Yeah. Um...you missed a lot."


    I frown as I take in her appearance, again. "You slept with your parents?¡±


    Prisci blushes, but shakes her head. "Not exactly..." she hedges, then she licks her lips and takes a step toward me; she grips my bicep and starts


    to lead me toward her bedroom. "You were passed out drunk when I came up to check on you, something that needs toa stop, by the way!¡± she growls.


    with an angry re at me that makes me look away in shame. "You were sprawled out across my bed and you were dead weight: I couldn''t move you


    and my parents were fighting, then my mom left, and all hell broke loose...¡± she trails off with a sigh as she leads me back toward her bed; she


    releases my arm at her bedside, then walks around the bed to sit Indian style on her side and grabs the pillow she hadn''t slept on to hug it to her.


    "Like you, my Mom got totally shitfacedst night.¡± Prisci says with an angry re.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    I blush, kick my shoes back off, then sit beside her on the bed; I can''t sit Indian style because of my too-tight mini skirt, but I sit sideways on my left


    hip. "I''m so sorry.¡± I say sheepishly and reach forward to touch her left hand; her Mom is usually a total bitch to her and even I know it only get worse


    when the woman drinks. I feel awful. "I should have been there for you."


    Prisci sighs. "My mom left in the middle of their fight.¡±


    I gasp, my eyes wide. "She didn''t drive.¡±


    Prisci nods and finally locks eyes with me. "She almost hit a woman with a baby stroller..." she exins and her eyes fill with tears of misery. "She


    was so drunk that she didn''t notice a stop sign and she swerved to miss the baby, but ended up in oing traffic. There was a van with a family,


    two kids were hurt..." she exins and buries her face in the pillow to cry; she cries quietly, her shoulders shaking the only indication of her emotional


    state.


    "Oh, shit, Pri..." I whisper, my hand moving to her shoulder. "I''m so sorry.¡±


    "No more drinking, Maya." she snaps, her water eyes locking with mine. "Swear to me."


    I flinch as if she pped me. "I''m not an alcoholic, Prisci. I don''t need to swear-"


    "You drink to cope, to feel, to deal. It''s the same thing." she cuts me off. "Swear it.¡±


    I frown, but nod. "Okay, okay. I swear. Not another drop. Ever.¡±


    She nods, then wipes the tears from her face. "Mom''s in the hospital..." she says as if our odd exchange hadn''t just happened. "I did actually leave


    you for a while because my Dad and I had to go see her, but she totally flipped. She''s facing some real jail time and Daddy can''t do a damned thing to


    help her this time. so she went ballistic on us both..." she trails off and her eyes ze over as she relives whatever happened in the hospital


    "Pri, don''t." I say and touch my hand to hers, again.


    Prisci snaps back to the present. "Sorry." she says smile as she looks back at my face, then she slides from the bed and smiles a real smile. "I''ll get


    dressed, then wake up my Dad to drive you home. Why don''t you go and have some orange juice to refresh your mouth?" she teases with a too-


    knowing smirk and a quirked eyebrow.


    I blush and roll my eyes, then slide from the bed and scoop up my shoes. "Whatever."


    Prisciughs softly.


    I head downstairs and toss my shoes by the front door, then slip my feet in to a pair of flip flops that Prisci always leaves there for me to use. I head


    into the kitchen and dig in the refrigerator for the carton of orange juice; as I''m pouring myself a ss, I hear doors click back upstairs and give a


    listen while I sip. I frown when I realize that it''s ridiculously quietpared to the usual activity in the mornings, but I shrug it off as my best friend


    being mindful of my hangover. After pouring myself a second ss of OJ, I look for the bread to make some toast just in time to hear Prisciing


    down the stairs.


    "Bagels are in the freezer now, so they won''t go bad as fast.¡± she states as she does up the zipper and button on a pair of jean shorts; she¡¯s


    abnormally flushed for having juste down the stairs. "Daddy is gonna have a quick shower, then he''ll be ready to drive you home.¡± she exins


    with a deep blush before she breaks eye contact and moves to the coffee maker.


    I watch her make the coffee and purposefully avoid my eyes. "What''s wrong?¡±


    She doesn''t look at me. "What do you mean?"


    "I mean you''re acting weird." I say, then my eyes widen in fear. "Are you mad at me?"


    Prisci finally stares at me, stays


    silent for a few seconds too long,


    then sighs and looks away. "A little...¡±


    she admits as she continues


    eparing the-Coffee maker to start


    ewing. "I mean, you broke tradition


    y nassing-oul before my midnight


    rthday.and I had to sleep withsmy


    freaking father because you hddged


    mye entire bed with your dead


    weight .." sheins, then


    blushes heavily as she clicks the on


    button to the coffee maker before


    moving to the cab so that her


    back is to me. She reaches up for a


    box of her favorite toaster pastries


    and drops it on to the counter top


    with a sigh. "You were so drunk that


    I couldn''t even vent to you about the


    fight my parents had, the fact that


    my mother drove away drunk, or


    come with me to the hospital..."


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    I feel like the stinkiest piece of shit in a cat litter box. "I''m so sorry, Prisci...really."


    Prisci merely shrugs, then puts the box back on the shelf untouched. "It''s fine.¡±


    I move to her side, ce my hand on her shoulder, and wait for her to look at me. "I''m sorry." I say sincerely, our eyes locked together. "I''m a shitty


    friend and an even shittier person. I''ll do better. How about this..." I offer and smile as I lean a hip against the counter, then look around the messy


    kitchen and living room. "I''ll go home, shower, change, and thene back here to help you clean up. Let your Dad take you out to breakfast or


    something until I can get back here so that he doesn''t make you do it."


    Prisciughs. "Breakfast?" she asks with a quirked brow. "It''s almost 2pm, Maya."


    My head jerks around to nce at the microwave''s clock. "Well shit...lunch, then.¡±


    It works; Prisciughs.


    I smile at her. "Deal?"


    Prisci looks around the messy house and groans. "Deal."


    ¡°What''s a deal?¡±


    We both nce up at Mr. Soleil, fresh from a shower.


    I stop breathing


    Prisci blushes, smirks, and looks away. "Maya has graciously agreed toe back and help clean up the aftermath of my party." she exins as


    she reaches for a travel coffee mug to make for her Father. "She''s going to go home to shower and change, first. but then wille back. Maybe we


    can grab lunch or something after we drop her off?" she asks as she turns off the coffee maker and hands the travel mug to her father. "I''m starved. I


    feel like I''ve run a triathlon, I''m so hungry...can''t imagine why..." she says with a smirk up at her father.


    Mr. Soleil smirks back at his Daughter, but then tries to hide it behind his cup of coffee as his eyes drift to Maya. "Ready?" he asks after taking a long


    sip of the steaming brew. "It''s after two, so I don''t think they''ll be much traffic and I need to pick up some more garbage backs as well as get this one


    some lunch before we all meet back here to clean up.¡± he says with a smile at Prisci as he elbows her yfully before kissing her temple tenderly.


    I can''t help but smile; I''ve always


    loved how close they are. "I''m ready,


    thanks." I say ag I move to collect


    my ss of G GJ; I chug it down, rinse


    the ss,then put it in the N


    dishwasher before heading to thes


    door ta Slide the flip flops off. Istide


    on my. heels, then scoop up my


    purse and follow them to the garage


    afd hop into the backseat with my


    bestie; I try my best to make her


    laugh as much as possible because


    of the night she suffered without me


    and, all too soon, we''re at my house.


    I climb from the car, thank her Dad,


    then hurry inside to shower.


    "Maya?"


    I freeze on the bottom step, the door mming shut behind me. "Yeah, Dad?"


    "Are you just getting home?!"


    I roll my eyes even though he can''t see me. "No big deal. I stayed at Pri¡¯s.


    He appears in the entryway to the living room. "You could have called.¡±


    "Dad, seriously?" I gasp in


    exasperation as I step off the stairs


    to walk toward. him. "It was Pri''s


    birthday. I takd¡¯you that. I always


    stay overfor her birthday. Why arex


    you tripping out about it all of a ~


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    p


    udder?¡± I demand as I lean dawn to


    uck hy heels off. "I mean, its not


    ke=." I begin, then trail off when I


    s¨¦ my Father''s wide eyes focusing


    on me way too hard to be normal. I


    follow his gaze to find my cleavage


    practically spilling out over the top of


    my way too tight blouse and I


    immediately stand to my full height


    while covering my chest.


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    I feel myself blush. ¡°Sorry.¡± I whisper and can''t even bring myself to look him in the face. "I''m going to grab a shower and change. I promised to help


    Prisci and her Dad clean up the warzone that the party left her house..." I ramble on and back away toward the stairs.


    "You''re going back out?" he grumbles.


    I nce back at his face. "Dad, what''s your deal today? I''m always with Pri.¡±


    "Maybe you might try staying home sometimes, is all..." he counters tiredly.

 Chapter 3

    Chapter 3


    I roll my eyes and scoff. ¡°For what?"


    "Maya Louise, did you just roll your eyes at and sass your Father?!¡±


    My eyes widen at that tone


    My step-Father is ex-military, you see. He served for many years before I was born, until I was ten or eleven years old, at which time he was


    medically discharged and awarded a purple heart: he saved his entire SEALS team during a shore mission gone wrong, which is when he was


    injured. He was gone for months, sometimes years at a time before that discharge and then he was suddenly home twenty-four-seven; it was quite


    the adjustment for all of us.


    My mother had me and my sister when she was quite young and she was over in her head in water when our real father left her for a waitress and


    skipped town. The man whom I call my father is not my biological dad but he has been more than that to me. I was only a few months old when he


    and my mother got married so I don¡¯t remember anyone else apart from him being my father. I had always called him Dad or daddy.


    As a little girl, I used to love hearing him tell me stories about how he saved people in other countries, how he loved tasting their incredibly different


    foods and wearing their vastly different clothing: I used to marvel in his descriptions of other countries, other oceans, othernguages.


    That was back when I was the little kid who loved it when her Daddy finally came home after being gone ¡°for forever." That was when my Daddy


    came home between missions. That was when he was Daddy and not the man who came back to us after that discharge


    The man who came home after that medical discharge was cold, distant, quiet, butmanding. He ordered us all around: my mother, my older


    Sister, and myself; and he expected immediate obedience. He was ridiculously strict when it came to everything from watching television: "A waste of


    time. Pick up a book, instead!" to going out with friends: ¡°Who are their parents? Why haven''t your Mother and I met their family, yet? You can go out


    with them after we meet them. Until then, you can go and do your homework.¡±


    I used to love it when Daddy came home from missions.


    Now? Not so much.


    I mean...of course I''m d that my Father survived because I know that some families weren''t so lucky. I''m grateful and thank God every day that he


    not only lived after the attack that could have easily imed his life; but that he came home whole, with his entire team also alive, and that their


    wounds all healed well. I love my step-Father and I''m happy to still have him; I just wish my Daddy hade back, instead, but Mama says that war


    changes a man and that nearly dying changes him even more.


    It sucks


    My yful, fun, and funny Daddy was gone and, in his ce, is Daddy Drill Sergeant.


    That''s the voice he''s using: the Commander''s voice. "Answer me, little girl¡±


    We''ve been ying this game since I turned 18 a few months ago. He says something parental and I say something back that I know will make him


    mad because I want what happens next. He pretends not to know what I want. what I look forward to, and he pretends he doesn''t like it, too. He likes


    it, though. He likes it because he gets hard every time just like I get soaking wet for him. He knows he can have me because I''ve never fought him on


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    I let him touch me, spank me, get hard for me


    I just have to be careful that I don''t push him too far because his anger sometimes wins out.


    I blink wide eyes. "Daddy..." I reply carefully. "I''m not a little girl, anymore."


    Wrong answer; I know it instantly.


    His eyes narrow. "So you think you''re too grown for my discipline, do you?" he barks angrily, his face turning red and that vein in his temple throbbing


    visibly. "You think that turning eighteen means that you can do whatever the fuck you please?¡± he demands loudly and crosses his thick arms over his


    chest; he spreads his legs a bit, the stance of a Commander addressing his troops or, in this case, one troop. ¡°In my house? Living under my roof?"


    I struggle to breathe normally, but he''s so hot. "That''s not what I was saying, Daddy! I-"


    "And now you''re talking back to me, again!" he snaps, cutting me off: his biceps, well-formed from decades of working out to stay in peak physical


    condition for the military, flex beneath a fitted white t shirt that clings like a second skin. "You are out of control, Maya. You''ve gotten away with a lot in


    my absence, thanks to your Mather, but that stops now." he states calmly, his voice low and even; it''s scarier than shouting. "I think you''re spoiled and


    ungrateful. You need to be reprimanded for staying out all night-¡±


    "But it¡¯s tradition!" I stupidly cut him off and gasp when I realize my error; but I''m so wet.


    "and for being disrespectful." he spits venomously, then he turns his back to me and walks from the foyer toward the living room. "Now, Maya!" he


    calls, his voice echoing from the other room in a no-nonsense tone; his shadow moves along the wall, then shows him sitting down in the wall


    opposite the windows in the living room. "Don''t make me call you, again.¡±


    I swallow hard and step down the


    two steps, then around the banister;


    I drop my head, my chin resting


    against my chest demurely. I nce


    up at my Eather through myshes~


    to find him ring at me; my body


    shivers;my skin eruptingin o>


    goosebumps, and I''m actuallya bit


    fearful. With his tempe beitig what


    it ?, I''m not sure which Father this is


    that is going to be putting his hands


    on me. I don''t want to get hurt.


    "Daddy, please..." I whisper nervously


    as I meet his eyes. "I really didn''t


    mean to seem disrespectful. I''ma


    ood girl! I''ve always been a good


    irl."


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    "Close the curtains, Maya."


    I swallow, my gaze drifting to the windows. "Daddy-"


    "For every time that I have to repeat myself or you are disrespectful of my authority, Maya, you will receive two additional spanks to your ass." he


    warns, his eyes locked with mine and the vein in his temple throbbing thickly as he grits his teeth. "You are currently at fourteen. little girl. If you want


    to be able to sit down for dinner when your Mother gets home with it in an hour or so, I highly suggest you close the curtains.¡±


    I swallow, again, my mouth and throat bone-dry. "Daddy, you can''t-"


    ¡°Eighteen.¡± he cuts me off, his eyes narrowing, again.


    I pout at him. "No! Fourteen plus two is sixteen, not eighteen!¡± I cry despairingly.


    "I told you that you would get two more for each time that I have to repeat myself..." he replies calmly, then he scoots backward on the sofa and


    drapes his arms along the back as if lounging with friends instead of discussing the reddening of my ass. "I repeated myself at the end of that warning


    and you''ve just sassed me, again. Want to push for twenty?¡±


    I take my lower lip between my teeth


    and shake my head, then hurry to


    pull the drapeg across our living


    room windows; I stare out into the


    Street as I walk along the picture ~


    window, nce at my neighbor ins


    her garden across the way, and


    shake-my head at how normat-that


    is cofnpared to what I am qurrently


    preparing for. I''m already Soaking


    wet as I pull the drapes so that the


    window ispletely covered, then


    wrap my arms around myself


    protectively as I turn back to face


    my Father; I wasn''t cold before this


    moment, but now I''m chilled to the


    bone.


    My Father has only spanked me three times before this: the first time was when I was thirteen and it was because I dared to put make up on for


    school when I knew that it wasn''t approved until I was sixteen, the second time was the day of my sixteenth birthday because he had caught me


    kissing a boy at the bus stop after school when he surprised me with a rare pick up. (We lived a short twenty minute direct-route public bus ride from


    the school, why waste the gas?) The third time was the week after my eighteenth birthday.


    I had forgotten a towel when I went to shower and decided to risk a mad dash to my bedroom only for my Father to be right there in the hallway


    between me and my bedroom door. I hadn''t even tried to cover myself, I was that shocked to see him there. I hadn''t even fought back when he had


    grabbed my bicep to practically drag me by the arm to my bedroom; I hadn''t said a word when he closed and locked my door, then dragged me


    toward my bed. I had gasped when he pulled me down over his knees and again when his hand made first contact to my bare ass.


    I had bitten my lip to keep from crying out when his hand rained down blow after blow while calling me awful names and telling me that he had raised


    me better than I was behaving. I stopped feeling pain around the fifth or sixth p to my flesh, my pussy blooming between my legs. I remember


    moaning and him pausing a second before a felt a lump beneath my belly; I remember adjusting myself a second before he spanked me, again


    harder. I didn''t moan that time, but I felt my pussy creaming and waited for the next hit.


    He had dumped me from hisp after fifteen ps to my ass and stormed from my room


    didn''t like it either of the first two


    times way back then, but that third


    time...I pout hoping to convince my


    Father that mg not looking forward


    to this and nce at him as I await


    my next instfuction; my head tilts ag


    examing my Father in what looksto


    be a retaxed state, slouching >¡¯


    backward with his arms on the


    couch that way. I examine his


    san-kissed, almost Hispafic-looking


    skin tone on a corded neck. I allow


    my eyes to drift over the fitted white


    t-shirt, follow the rise and curve of


    firm pectoral muscles downward


    toward a defined six-pack. My eyes,


    as if of their own ord, settle over


    the limp length of his manhood as it


    rests along his thigh beneath the


    jeans pulling taught over thickly


    muscr thighs.


    Fuck. My Dad''s hot...


    I want this so badly!


    "Maya." he growls angrily and snaps me out of my daze. "That''s twenty."


    I pout, again, but say nothing; I can''t believe I thought he was hot! He''s an asshole.

 Chapter 4

    Chapter 4


    A hot asshole.


    "On your stomach, Maya." hemands and pats his thighs like he used to when I was little and he was inviting me to sit on hisp for another one


    of his far-awaynd stories: except now, it wasn''t to tell me a story. "That''s already twice that I''ve said it. You were disrespectfully off innd the


    first time. If there''s a third time, I''ll skip to twenty-five, Maya.¡± he warns as he watches my face through narrowed eyes.


    I swallow hard, then hurry toply; I step forward and nce down at his thick thighs. I lick my lips, my stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies


    as I sit on the sofa beside him; I watch him scoot his hips all the way back to make more room for me on hisp, then I lick my lips once more and


    lean to my left to drape my body over hisp. I adjust myself until my stomach is on his thighs instead of squishing my boobs between us, then I scoot


    backward until my left hip is pressed firmly against his tight abdomen; my eyes widen when I feel myself growing wetter and I am positively horrified


    by that reaction.


    I gasp when my Father reaches for the tight-fitting hem of my skirt: it won''t budge.


    "Off." he barks, then practically shoves me off of hisp.


    Ind hard on my knees, but the floor is carpeted. I quickly rise to my feet, my face turning blood red as I reach for the rear zipper on my pleather mini


    skirt. I wish that I hadn''t worn the g string now, thinking that I was going to fuck my boyfriend at Shayenne''s housest night only for him to pull a no-


    show. I blush even worse as I slide the skirt to the floor and step out of it: I know that my dampening pussy is covered by the ck crotch, but the


    instant that Iy on my Father''sp? Full ass shing and, Lord, if he can smell my arousal.


    "Twenty five, then?" he growls in warning.


    I shake my head, then hurry to ce myself back on hisp as I was before.


    "What the fuck are you wearing?!" he growls and grabs the tiny string at the top, near my lower back; he raises it, pulls at the string until it pops from


    between my plump ass cheeks. ¡°What the fuck kind of whore panties are these?!" he demands as he pulls it even higher as if that will show him the


    thin straps clearer. "Who bought you this...this...ass floss?!"


    I blush worse and struggle to breathe: the way he''s pulling it has the front of the cloth pressing against the pulsing bundle of nerves at the top of my


    femininity and I''m getting even more aroused, even more wet between my legs. "I...I bought them with birthday money..." I confess because I know


    that he was waiting for an answer. "I thought they were sexier than the cotton briefs that I used to wear. More grown up..." I admit quietly.


    His left hand grips my chin and he turns me to look up at him awkwardly. "Sexy for whom?"


    My eyes widen with fear. "M-m-myself, Daddy.¡± I stutter nervously.


    ¡°Don''t lie to me, little girl!" he warns through narrowed eyes.


    "I swear, Daddy!" I cry out, then I gasp when he releases his grip with both hands a second before his right hand crashes down to my right ass cheek:


    the p of his palm to my bare flesh echoes like thunder in the quiet house a brief moment before the sting burns along my nerve endings to register


    as pain in my brain. I struggle to take my next breath,y my palms tly on the couch cushion above my head. Now I know that he''s pissed because


    that spank really hurt, I know that they will ALL hurt like that or worse, and brace myself for the next p.


    "Who is he, Maya?¡± he demands as the second, third, fourth, and fifth spanks rain down.


    I almost say him because that''s that truth. I bought a shit-ton of thongs and g strings the very same day that he had spanked the adult me. I bought


    them hoping for another day like that, like today. Can I say that to him? Can I tell him that I bought them hoping that he would see and have ess to


    the ass that now craves his hand against it as roughly as he''s touching me now?


    I gasp and close my eyes, the stinging in my ass hot while my clit pulses wildly: I squeeze my legs tighter together in the hopes of giving some much


    needed attention to my now needy clit. "There''s nobody, Daddy. I swear!" I whisper, then gasp when I feel the next five spanks in quick session,


    but on alternating cheeks. I shiver, my pussy blooming beneath the tiny triangle of cloth covering it; I''ve never been so wet or ashamed of myself. ¡°I''m


    a virgin!"


    "Don''t¡ª" spank. "¡ªyou¡ª" spank. "¡ªlie¡ª" spank. "¡ªto¡ª" spank. "¡ªmel!" spank.


    I moan and I moan quite loudly: I don''t mean to, but I do it. I''ve always been sexually curious, but only got horny enough to start masturbating in the


    shower during my Father''s Veteran''s meetings Saturday nights a week or so after my eighteenth birthday. I was going to give my virginity to my


    boyfriend at Shayenne''s partyst night. but he pulled that no show and that was why I had gotten shitfaced.


    Now it''s my Daddy that''s got my pussy cozing with need


    That''s so wrong. That''s disgusting!


    Yet...I''m wetter than I''ve ever been in my life for him. "I swear it, Daddy...I swear!" I cry out, then gasp when he rains the final five ps of my twenty-


    spank punishment down on the lower curve of my ass where it meets my thighs. I close my eyes as pleasure makes me shiver, goosebumps erupting


    along my skin, again: I feel my nipples stiffening inside my now scratchyce bra. I could cum at the slightest touch to my clit right then!


    "Then who is this for?!" he demands and, once again, yanks the g string roughly.


    The cloth scrapes across my clit and I''m done; I gasp, close my eyes, and cum.


    "What the fuck?!" he demands when he feels me shaking against him; his hand releases the thong, but I can''t see his reaction because my eyes are


    closed as I relish the pleasure of my orgasm. "Maya..." he whispers above me and then I feel it; Daddy''s cock is hard inside of his jeans and it''s


    flexing against the smoothness of my t tummy. "Off."


    I lick my lips, my body still shivering,


    and try to push myself off of hisp;


    I manage to weakly shove myself


    backward, arto my knees, but I''m


    too weaktovstand. I open my eyes


    and n¨¦e at my Father to i


    deternajne how much trouble I''pvin.


    find him staring down at his jeans,


    then I follow his gaze to the wet spot


    darkening his right pant leg, and


    blush to the roots of my hair. "I''m so


    sorry, Daddy..." I whisper in horror at


    the proof of my arousal, wet and


    obvious; my ass stinks as I sit back


    on my bare feet, the skin hot against


    the chilled skin of my heels.


    ¡°You enjoyed that..." he states usingly, his eyes snapping to my face.


    I swallow nervously as my ice blue eyes, the same colored eyes as his, lock with his shocked gaze. "I... didn''t mean to.¡± I stutter with another blush,


    then nce away from him in shame. "I''m so sorry, Daddy! Please don''t be mad at me!¡± I plead emotionally and then nce up to lock gazes with


    him, again. "Please, Daddy..."Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    ¡°Your Mother used to love being spanked...¡± he whispers randomly, his gaze returning to the wet spot on his thigh. He licks his lips, then reaches to


    touch the darkened denim: he caresses the spot, gathers a bit of the wet on his index and ring fingers then rubs his thumb through it. "She doesn''t


    even like sex, anymore, but here is my slut daughter cumming all over her Father''s thigh; having an orgasm from being punished instead of paying


    penance...¡±


    "I''m not a slut, Daddy..." I reply with a pout. "I''m a virgin. I swear."


    He gazes me for a long and silent moment, stares deeply into my eyes


    I don''t break eye contact because I know I''m being tested.


    "Off..." he says softly, his eyes still locked with mine. "Show me.¡±


    My eyes widen, but it only takes me


    a second to rise up onto my knees.


    Inside, deep inside myself, I am


    appalled by w whatm being asked


    to do andthe fact that I''mplying


    so easily but outside? Oh, man, doI


    fucking, want this! I quickly slidemy


    righti¨¦g off of the sofa until ay right


    foat- touches the floor and then I''m


    standing. I take ip


    between my teeth, my eyes still


    ocked with his, then I tuck my


    thumbs into the waist of my g string.


    blush terribly, my ass stinging, but I


    shove the panties to the floor and


    turn toward my Father.


    "Here..." he says and pats his thighs.


    I lick my lips nervously, but


    immediately move toply. I kneel


    onto my left knee, then lift my right


    leg over his legs and straddle his


    thighs like a I Cowgirl on her horse. I


    wince in pam Ky when my spanked ass


    touches fis jeans and instantly rise


    back tomy knees, but his warning


    g arehas me sitting right back. ¡®down


    despite the pain. I watch risgare


    drop down to my shaved pussy, I


    started shaving it when I bought


    myself sexier panties, the day after I


    turned eighteen. I liked the way my


    plump pussy lips looked in the


    panties better than the hairy bush


    peeking around the cloth. I watch


    my Father''s head tilt as he examines


    my untouched little cunt, the clit red


    and swollen as it pokes through my


    cum-glisteningher lips.


    "A virgin, huh?" he scoffs and shakes his head. "With a shaved pussy? Unlikely.¡±


    "I swear, Daddy..." I whisper, my eyes dropping to my hairless mound. I bravely reach my left hand down to his right wrist and ce his fingertips at


    my needy little femininity. "Check." I tell him softly and push his fingers between my moistbia. I shiver when his index finger bumps that beautifully


    torturous bundle of nerves I usually rub until I burst. "Go ahead. Check." I insist breathlessly, my clit throbbing beneath the heated touch of his skin


    against it.


    Daddy licks his lips and yanks his wrist out of my hand, but immediately ces his index finger right back between my cunt lips. ¡°Adjust.¡± he


    commands, his left hand grabbing my right hip to turn me. He waits until my channel is lined up at a better angle for him, then his finger slides through


    my wetness toward my untouched hole.


    I gasp, moan, then force myself to be still; I chant the order of "DON''T CUM!" to myself.


    His finger finds my tight hole and nudges forward; his finger tip slides in. ¡°Spread.¡± he growls. then he waits for me toply a second before he''s


    got his finger second-knuckle-deep inside my drenched heat. "FUCK!" he hisses when his fingertipes up against that thick scrap of extra skin


    deep inside me; he ignores my whimpers as he feels around inside me, his palm bumping my clit as he moves his hand around to rotate his finger


    inside me.


    My hips move all on their own; I don¡¯t mean for them to, but it happens.


    Daddy nces up at me and purposefully pushes his palm to my clit, his finger still in me.


    I gasp, my hands moving to his shoulders, and then I¡¯m grinding against his palm; I whimper because the finger inside me hurts a bit. I''m too tight


    around it, the muscles clenching at the intrusion and trying to push it out; but his palm on my clit, the warm flesh of his hand instead of my own


    fingers? Pure. Fucking. Heaven. I grind and wince, my orgasm approaching.

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    Chapter 5


    ¡°You''re a fucking slut, Maya!¡± he hisses and pulls his finger from inside me.


    I cry out in despair, my eyes snapping open to stare at him


    He reaches his left hand up to grasp the back of my neck, then smiles almost evilly. "Kick your right leg over. Sit on Daddy''sp properly..." he


    commands, then releases me toply; he watches as I sit on hisp, my legs on the couch to his right, and he grips the back of my neck again


    "Such a slut..." he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my redher lips all plump with need. He licks his lips, then reaches his hand toward my cunny


    once more; he presses the pads of his index and middle fingers to my clit with enough force to make me gasp. "Stay quiet.¡±


    I nod, then take my bottom lip between my teeth.


    Then he rubs: harsh, rough, fast circles that make my hips automatically thrust up at him


    I close my eyes; I''m so close!


    My Father is going to make me cum. Holy fuck...I''m letting my Father masturbate my clit, my nipples begging for attention beneath the now harsh-


    feeling material of my bra: my skin is flushed and I can''t breathe, my stomach muscles tightening as my orgasm approaches. I grind myself against


    his fingers, throw my head back, hold my breath; I''m so close to cumming.


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    "Honey?"


    We both freeze; my Mother is home early.


    ¡°Honey? I need your help with the groceries." she calls from the kitchen, her keys nging.


    "Go shower!" he barks, then wraps his arms around me as he shoves to his feet; he settles me to standing and stares directly into my eyes. "Don''t


    you dare cum, Maya. Wash up, put on proper clothing, regr panties; I''ll check." he warns through narrowed eyes, then he shoves me toward the


    stares as he heads toward the kitchen; he turns back to me. "Do NOT cum.¡±


    I nod, then snatch my clothes up and dash to the stairs. I feel mydy cum leaking down my thighs as I bolt up the stairs and straight to my bedroom.


    I close the door, lean against it, and struggle to breathe. I need to cum so badly, my clit is burning with the need, but I know better than to disobey my


    Father. I toss my clothes into my hamper. grab a towel, and shower quickly. Back in my bedroom, I search for a pair of the regr cotton briefs my


    Father demanded that I wear and slide them on my still swollen-with-arousal cuntlips; it won''t be long until they''re cum-soaked, especially once I''m


    near my Daddy, again. I search for one of my sexier bras that lift and hold my tits in ce properly and put it on, but heed my Father''s instructions as


    far as donning a basic baby blue t shirt and some denim shorts that reach halfway down my knees.


    I brush my hair into a high ponytail and stare back at my reflection. I could pass for a teen.


    Daddy can''t find a single fault in this outfit.


    I head downstairs and into the kitchen to find my Father putting groceries away while my Mother is at the stove getting a start on dinner. "Hey, Mom.¡±


    I say with a smile and I tip toe to kiss her cheek. "Can I help you with anything?" I ask I swipe a baby carrot from the bag that she has on the counter


    beside the oven. "What are you making?"


    "I''m making your Father''s favorite, beef stew." she says with a happy smile and swats at me.


    I smile, but grab another carrot stick before she swats my bottom to get away from her food. I gasp softly, my gaze locked on my Daddy''s face. Mom''s


    gentle p to my ass didn''t hurt, but the sting there left by my Father makes me wet between the legs. I swallow when he smiles at me in the sexiest


    know-it-all way. I lick my lips as I shiver at that look, my pussy throbbing


    "Help me stock the pantry, Maya." Daddy orders me while lifting two cans of vegetables. He eyes the walk in the closet. his eyes darkening as he


    ces the cans on the countertop before cing two more there. "We''ll get it done faster together." he says in a way that makes my pussy clench


    with need; he smirks because he sees my reaction clear as crystal


    I like this side of Daddy...


    I move toward him, scoop up a few of the cans, then head into the pantry.


    Daddy is behind me within seconds. "Show me." he growls softly as he presses behind me effectively pinning me to the shelf in front of me. He


    ces cans on various shelves just to make the noise of cing them down. He isn¡¯t paying attention to what goes where as he buries his nose


    against my neck to inhale sharply. "Show me that you can obey, little girl."


    I''m so wet as I reach for the snap and zipper of my shorts. I wiggle my sore bottom against what I can now feel is his erection pressing against me in


    an attempt to lower the shorts just beneath the curve of my ass, but at the very tops of my thighs: I hold tightly to the hem in case my Mom makes an


    appearance and I have to yank them back up quickly. I feel him pull back to examine my panties, feel his hand caressing over my tender ass cheeks.


    "Those are proper panties for Daddy''s little girl." he moans softly, his hand drifting over my right ass cheek reverently. "You will wear nothing but these


    any time you leave this house, Maya.¡± hemands me roughly, his voice tight as he takes a step forward to once again pin me to the shelf with his


    full weight behind me. "You will wear those other scraps of cloth only for me and only when I tell you to. Understand?¡±


    "Yes, Daddy..." I whimper when I feel his hand snake across my bare stomach beneath the t shirt I''m wearing. I swallow hard when I feel his hand drift


    down my stomach, the rough calluses like sandpaper along my soft. sensitive skin. I flush with the need burning through me. I''m so fucking wet and


    so horny for this man. I don''t give a shit that he''s my Father, either.


    "Did you cum in the shower, Maya? Don''t lie to me.¡± he warns softly.


    I tilt my head to give his lips better ess to my neck. "No, Daddy...I swear.¡±


    ¡°You wouldn''t lie to me, would you, soldier?" he growls and bites my skin


    I shiver and bite back a moan. "No, Sir.¡±


    He moans softly, his hand sinking


    beneath the hem of my panties.


    ¡°Cum quickly.¡± femands as he


    presses the pads of his index and


    middle fingers to the aching nub of.


    my clit. Ke covers my mouth with>


    the o her hand when I gasp, thent he


    swirlscircles with his fingers4 that


    sends me to heaven, He cirstes


    faste _ his fingers a whirlwind of


    magical heat that drives me to the


    most mind-blowing orgasm of my


    ife; he sucks on my earlobe as I


    explode for him, kisses down my


    neck as I quiver against him, bites


    down when my knees would have


    given out.


    ¨¦


    Then he tossing me aside and leaving the pantry. "What''s up?"


    I drop my t shirt to hide my dropped shorts and panties, then ce a can of vegetables on a nearby shelf when I realize that my Father is speaking to


    my Mother who was standing in the doorway of the pantry. I struggle to breathe normally so that she won''t hear me, pray that the smell of my girl-cum


    isn''t strong enough to reach her nose.


    I''m out of tomato paste, but bought a new can today...¡± my Mother says.


    I turn to the shelf and pass it to my Father without turning around


    He hands it to my Mother and kisses her cheek before returning to the bag of groceries.


    Mom goes back to the stove to cook.


    I sigh and sag. my orgasm-weakened body held up against the nearest shelf. I nce at my Daddy while pulling my shorts back into the ce, then


    carefully tuck my t shirt back in to ce. I nearly orgasm a second time when he sticks his index and middle fingers into his mouth, but I feel my eyes


    widen when he licks them clean of my pussy juice. I want his mouth on me. In that moment, I Know that I want his mouth on me and that I want it to


    be him


    I want him to take my virginity.


    "Daddy-" I whisper, about to beg him.


    "Later." he growls, then nces at


    the cans he had ced on the


    shelves earlier. He moves them to


    their proper ces I in the panty


    before reaching for the grocery bag.


    N


    "You will ga yo bed tonight in <


    nothing. ¡°hemands me without


    looking at me and continues to-:


    c¨¦the canned items where they


    bet¨¦ng as if he isn''t ordering me to


    sl¨¦ep naked tonight. '' ''Wewon''t have


    much time and I don''t feel like


    wasting time on removing clothes. If


    I find you with even a stitch on, the


    next time we are alone there will be


    twenty-five shots to your bare ass


    with a weapon of my choosing and


    you won''t like it, Maya. Do we


    understand one another?"


    He was warning me not to disobey him just for a chance to get the spanks because I won''t like them. "Yes, Sir." I whisper back, my eyes wide and my


    already drenched pussy dampening even more. "I''ll bepletely naked. I promise, Daddy." I whisper carefully as the sound of a utensil tapping


    against a pan echoes around them.


    Daddy turns to me for the first time since we entered the pantry. "ce a towel beneath your bottom..." he growls, his hand caressing down my ribs to


    my waist then backward to cup my left ass cheek. He pulls me until my pussy is perfectly aligned with the rock hard cock throbbing against the zipper


    of his jeans. "We don''t want to risk getting blood on the sheets."


    I gasp, my eyes wide.


    "Understood, Saldier?¡± he growls and licks along my bottom lip.


    "Yes...yes, Sir." I reply, my voice and body quivering.


    "You don''t have to wait up. but I would prefer it if you did." he states, then leaves the room.


    I sag back against the shelf, my heart beating triple time as I rey thest few minutes in my head. My Father not only rubbed my needy little virgin


    cunt to orgasm, but he got turned on by it! He''s so tumed on by my virgin pussy that he''s taking my virginity. Tonight! I''m so turned on, my pussy is so


    wet that I could rub it to orgasm again right then and there. I was losing my virginity tonight. To my Father! I can''t believe this...


    I swallow, finish storing the


    groceries, then bring the canvas bag


    back to the garage where my


    Mother stores them. I pop back in to


    the kitchen once my body is calm ?


    and I leaf across the door frames


    while watching my Father readthe


    newspaper as if he hadn''t rubbed


    nyselit and sucked my juices from


    Hig fingers mere minutes ago. I


    watch him sitting there so normally,


    SO Casually, as if he hadn''t ordered


    me to be ready for his cock


    sometime during the night. I wonder


    f it''s his war crazy that has him


    wanting me as much as I want him...


    3


    If that''s the case, then what''s my excuse?


    "Honey? You okay?¡± my Mother asks as she stirs the boiling cubes of beef in a pot.


    I force a smile. "Yes."

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    Chapter 6


    I reply and shove off of the wall. "I just promised Prisci that I would go back to her house to help her clean up after her party. There was this big


    thing with her Motherst night and they didn''t really get the chance to clean up. Would it be okay if I went over for a few hours? I know I should have


    asked before promising..." I say quickly when my Father res at me through narrowed eyes. "My cell was dead before I could call you guys."


    Daddy goes back to reading his paper.


    My Mother turns to nce at him and sighs. "Just please be home for dinner.¡±


    I smile hugely at her. "I will. I promise. 7pm, as usual?"


    "Yes, Honey.¡± My Mother says with a kiss to my temple.


    I watch her go back to cooking and suddenly feel guilty for what happened between me and my Father in the pantry. I nce over at my Father to find


    him watching my face, know that he can read my every emotion there because I''ve always been that way. It''s why I was always so easy to punish; my


    eyes and face always gave everything away. "I''ll see youter.¡± I mumble and hurry toward the stairs to my bedroom. I slide on a pair of Skippies and


    snatch up my half-charged cell phone. I send off a brief text to Prisci to let her know that I''m heading over and then shove the phone into my back


    pocket. I feel my wet panty sticking to my cunt lips and decide to change them. I slide the shorts off, then the panties and toss the panties into the


    hamper before cing on another pair of the cotton brief. I slide the shorts back on and hurry to the bathroom to give my creamy pussy a quick


    cleanse.


    I open the bathroom door and gasp to find my Father standing there. I back up when he walks in and watch him close, then lock the door behind him.


    I watch through wide eyes as he reaches for the snap on his jeans before unzipping them. I lick my lips as he reaches inside his underwear to take


    out the long and hard thickness hiding there. I moan and automatically drop to my knees for him; I nce up into his eyes as he steps toward me.


    "You will swallow every drop." he orders me as he strokes his length


    I lick my lips, again. "Yes, Sir." I reply a second before I lower my head to examine his cock for the first time in my life. I reach forward to wrap my


    hand around the base of his shaft and he gasps before thrusting forward into my touch. ¡°When was thest time you were pleasured, Daddy?" I ask


    him as I lean down to lick the underside of his dick from balls to tip and back. I suckle at his left ball and then his right one. ¡°How long since you''ve


    cum to the touch of a woman?" I ask him as I stroke his length and lick around his balls, again.


    "Too fucking long." he admits as his gaze darkens before settling on my lips. "Suck me."


    "Yes, Sir." I reply and lean forward to take his thick cockhead between my lips. I suck until he slides a few inches deeper. My hand strokes his length


    as I suck, my lips adjusting to cover my teeth as he sinks a bit further. I feel his tip reaching the back of my throat and still have much more to go; I''m


    floored by just how big my Daddy''s cock is, but I pull back to suck his tip while stroking him the whole time. "It''s so big..." I whisper reverently as I


    worship the length with my hand before using both hands at once. I ce the tip back in my mouth and suck him toward the back of my throat, again.


    I swallow like my asshole boyfriend taught me, try to take my Daddy''s thickness into my throat around my gag reflex; but he''s much bigger than my


    soon to be ex-boyfriend and it''s difficult to take him in. I pull back with a gasp and stroke him


    "You can do it, Maya." he whispers as he strokes my hair away from my face. He licks his lips, his eyes dted to almost ck with his desire. He


    buries his hands in my hair and pulls me back toward his arousal. ¡°You can take me into your throat. I know you can...Make Daddy cum, baby...I''m so


    close.¡± he moans as he thrusts his hips forward.


    "Yes, Sir." I reply and his cock twitches in my hands. I smile wickedly and nce up at him. "Do you like being called Sir, Daddy?" I ask him and am


    rewarded with another twitch of his length in my grasp. "Sir does, indeed." Iugh softly and lean forward to suck him, again. I moan when I feel his


    hands tighten in my hair while his hips thrust forward; I rx my jaw and tten my tongue against the underside of his manhood to give him control


    of fucking my mouth. I moan, again, when he shoves at the back of my throat and pushes deeper. I swallow at his head, try my best not to gag on


    him, but he pulls back before I can. I breathe in deeply through my nose and wait for the next attempt.


    As soon as I feel the push of his tip at my throat, I swallow and am reward with him sinking beyond my gag reflex. I smile around his cock when he


    moans and shoves deeper; I can¡¯t breathe with him blocking my airway, but I trust that he will pull back in time. I don''t have to wait long for him to pull


    out with another moan, but now he''s fucking with enthusiasm. I drop a hand down te his balls to massage them and his thrusts be erratic. I gasp


    when he grips my hair tighter and uses it to pull my head into each of his thrust, his cock shoving roughly down my throat. I fight the urge to puke and


    take deep breaths each time he withdraws.


    "Daddy''s going to cum right down your throat..." he moans, his voice soft to prevent my Mother hearing it fram downstairs. He thrusts wildly now, his


    eyes glued to his cock as it vanishes into my mouth. "Fuck, I''m going to cum, baby.¡± he warns a second before shoving deeply into my throat; he


    pushes at the back of my head, forces his cock as deeply as it will go, and I can feel his cum pouring there. He moans, withdraws so that I can


    swallow a second before he pumps a shot of salty cum directly onto my tongue. He shoves his cock back toward my throat, beyond the gag reflex,


    and into the depths where he deposits another load.


    His legs quiver with his orgasm.


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    He falls backward, instead, his cock popping from my mouth with a squelch. He slides along the door to plop to his ass on the floor. He struggles to


    breathe, his hand holding his cock as if it hurts him, and his wide eyes locked on my face. "Swallow it all." hemands as he strokes thest of his


    orgasm out of a softening thickness. "Everyst drop.¡±


    "Yes, Sir." I reply and swallow a few times before licking my lips clean. My eyes drift to the tip of his cock where thest of his orgasm puddles. I crawl


    over to him slowly with a sensual smile on my lips; I keep my eyes locked with his as I lower my head toward hisp, my tongue extending to lick the


    last of his salty jizz away. I suck his tip like an ice cream cone, pull the sensitive length into my mouth to make sure I get everyst drop of his cum.


    His hand sinks into my hair and he almost brutally yanks me off of his cock until we''re eye to eye. "Show me...¡± he hisses as I lick my fuck-swollen


    lips. His gaze, dark with desire, drifts down to my mouth and he waits for me to open up for him. "Show me!" he growls a little bit louder this time and


    gives my head a rough shake that makes me wince.


    I open my mouth to show him that not a drop of his cum is anywhere other than in my stomach. "I swallow it all, Sir." I whisper what I hope is sexily


    and lick my lips, again. hoping to find another trace of his delicious vor there. "It''s all gone."


    "Fuck me." he growls and rests his forehead against mine.


    ¡°Tonight.¡± I reply softly.


    He yanks me backward by my hair and I wince, again. ¡°Don''t be crude, Maya."


    I pout. "I''m sorry, Daddy."


    His eyes narrow and I blush.


    "I''m sorry, Sir." I amend.


    He smiles proudly, then frowns. "You on the pill?¡±


    I frown back at him. "No, Sir."


    He releases my hair and shoves to his feet, then offers his hand to help me up. "That could pose a problem..." he says as he reaches for hisid


    cock and shoves it back into his underwear. He does up the button and zipper, then eyes my face for a few minutes. "Brush your teeth.¡± he


    commands as he runs his right thumb back and forth along his bottom lip. He watches as Iply and waits until I''m wiping my mouth on a towel


    before speaking, again. "Do you have condoms?" he asks me through narrowed eyes.


    I feel like this is a trick question, like


    my ass will be left raw when he''s


    done with it if. say yes, but I can


    answer honestly. "No, Sir." I say


    without breaking eye contact with ~


    him. I leave off the fact that my soon


    to be eX was supposed to bring a


    box tPrisci''sst night sothat


    could give him my cherry, but looks


    like things worked out way better for


    Camp Maya. Every girl dreams of


    her first time being one to remember


    and what''s more memorable than


    losing your virginity to the one man


    who loves you more than any other,


    your Father?


    "Shit..." he curses and runs his hand


    through his cropped hair in


    frustration. He examines my face,


    allows his eyes to roam over my


    body from head to toe and back.


    "We might fave to postpone N


    tonight..Che hisses angrily and grips


    the back of hisneckashis = >


    frustration mounts. His eyes Settle


    ormmy face and he sees me&getting


    upset, too. Heughs softly, his face


    almost like that of my Daddy before


    his war injuries made him an


    always-angry man. "We can''t risk


    getting you pregnant, Maya, and I


    can''t run to the pharmacy before


    tonight. Your Mother asked me to


    trip the hedges out front and I


    promised to get it done before


    dinner."


    "I can go." I offer with a pout.


    "I don''t want my Daughter buying condoms for the world to know she''s fucking."


    I sigh and pout harder. "Well...can''t you just pull out?¡±


    He chuckles and cups my face


    before pulling me closer, our lips a


    breath apart. was at war


    surrounded ky nothing but men for


    almost twoyears, Maya..." he XN


    whispergsoftly, his eyes darkening


    as he remembers something ~


    unp leasant He shakes his head as if


    to.cl¨¦ar those memories away. "l


    Haven''t fucked your mother for


    almost three years and you''re a


    virgin." he moans before leaning


    forward to kiss my lips with the


    gentlest press of his lips to mine. He


    looks me straight in the eyes. "I''ll be


    lucky if I don''t cum the second I''m


    inside you."


    I giggle softly, but can¡¯t help the smile spreading my lips. "What if I suck you off, first?"


    He takes my hand and ces it on his one again stiffened cock. "Won''t help.¡±


    I moan, my eyes locked with his. "Daddy...I need you. Please, Sir...Please?"


    "Not today." he replies matter-of-factly and drops his hands from my face. ¡°Suck it up, Soldier. You''ll know when and you''ll take it then.¡± he states ina


    way that sounds like the matter is closed. ¡°Wait...do you need a ride to Prisci''s house?" he asks with a huge smile that could light up New York''s


    Time Square it''s so bright: he almost looks like MY Daddy in that moment. "There''s a pharmacy along the way, I''m sure.¡±


    I nod enthusiastically. ¡°Yes, please."


    He smirks in a way that''s predatory, almost terrifying in its darkness. "Let''s go."


    "Yes, Sir." I whisper and follow him out the bathroom door.


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