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  Daddy Dearest

  Isabella Starling

  Copyright © 2017 by Isabella Starling

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  Contents

  Daddy Dearest

  Playlist

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue - Levi

  Acknowledgments

  Wrath: Empire Sin book 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Epilogue - Evangeline

  Sneak peek of Envy, book 2 of Empire Sin!

  About the Author

  Also by Isabella Starling

  Daddy Dearest

  Playlist

  Full playlist here.

  Kvmo, Helen Tess - Me & You

  Jerry Folk, Rainsford - Purple Feelings

  Alex Sloane - Dynasty

  Seeb, Neev - Breathe

  Lemaitre, Maty Noyes - Higher

  Stalgia, Joe Mason - Bdy

  Boy Epic - Dirty Mind

  Wale, Major Lazer, Dua Lipa, WizKid - My Love

  Robotaki, Claire Ridgley - Monkey Bars

  Lana Del Rey - This Is What Makes Us Girls

  Amber Mark, Couros - Lose My Cool

  Little Mix, Machine Gun Kelly - No More Sad Songs

  Whethan, Charli XCX - love gang

  Sabrina Carpenter - Why

  Joey Anotnelli, SLENDR - Voices

  RIVRS - Playing With Fire

  Beatrich - Superstar

  R3HAB, Quintino - I Just Can’t

  Lautaro Lopez, John Griffin - Need To Know

  Cinco Cinco - Lost Without You

  Charli XCX, Starrah, RAYE - Dreamer

  To every Daddy who puts his little girl above everything else…

  Isa

  1

  Levi

  Dear Daddy,

  I’m eighteen years old now, and I know you can’t help yourself anymore.

  Ever since Mom brought you home, I’ve been watching you. At first, you were just a man she was dating, a man so much older than me I never saw you as someone I could be with. You were even older than Mom. The crushes I’d had before were on boys my own age… And it stayed that way until I realized that was exactly what they were – boys.

  They never understood me like you did. I remember the first time I cried because of a boy. You held me tight in your arms, smoothed my hair down and told me things would get better, and that he wasn’t worth it anyway. You did it even though you didn’t have to, and you played the role of a parent to a kid that wasn’t yours even when my mom wouldn’t.

  That was the first time I saw you as a man, Daddy.

  And it was because I could feel your cock hardening under me, pressing into my butt needily. You cleared your throat and moved me off your lap so I wouldn’t feel it, but I know you saw my eyes widen, Daddy. I know you saw me notice, and I know it turned you on, because your pants only tented more, your cock desperate to be inside me. I know, because you kicked me out of your study the next second for no reason at all, and I was upset about it for days until I figured it out.

  I’m eighteen years old now, Daddy.

  Don’t you think I’m old enough?

  Because I do.

  And Mom does, too.

  Did you know she sat me down today and gave me a pack of condoms? It was the most cringe-worthy display of fake motherly love I’ve ever seen. You and I both know Mom’s never been bothered about me.

  My sister was always her favorite.

  She doesn’t care about me as long as I get good grades and stay out of trouble. And we all know I’ve always been a good girl. I don’t go to parties, I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs. I barely date.

  I’m such a good girl for you, Daddy, and I know you’ve noticed.

  Don’t think I’ve been ignoring those lingering looks. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how your eyes drink in my body when I wear revealing clothes around the house. Don’t think I don’t know that you want me. I know you’ve thought about it.

  I know it’s hard to think about me as a grown-up. When Mom brought you home, I didn’t like you. I could never picture another man taking my dad’s place. Ever since he died, I’ve been holding onto the memory of him, desperate to remember him, desperate to keep the shreds of moments I still recall. I was only four years old when he died, and I’m starting to forget, which hurts a lot.

  But when you walked in, I didn’t even see you as a father figure. How could I? You wore a suit jacket and jeans, and I could see tattoos peeking out from under your sleeves. You were enormous, Daddy. Your shoulders so broad, your body so powerful my own shook in response. You had dark hair streaked with gray, and you squinted at me as you walked in. You didn’t say anything apart from hello.

  I get it, Daddy. I was just a little girl back then. My sweet sixteen was only a few weeks earlier, and you saw me as just a kid.

  I think it’s high time we stopped that, though. I know you’ve noticed me growing up in front of your eyes, Daddy. I know you’ve noticed my body get tighter, my curves get rounder, my lips get fuller. I’ve seen your reaction when I bend down. I’ve seen you lose track in the middle of a sentence when I walk around in a bikini top and cutoff shorts. Don’t pretend like I don’t make you want to lose control, Daddy, because we both know you’re desperate to be the first man inside me.

  It didn’t take long for you and Mom to get married. I never really understood it. You never had anything in common, and it only took weeks for the two of you to start fighting. And those fights were horrible. You screamed. She threw plates. It was a mess, just like your marriage. Don’t deny it, Daddy. I know your relationship is falling apart. I know your marriage is just a farce, and I know Mom’s only sticking through it because of that prenup you signed.

  If you get divorced before three years are up, you get to keep your money.

  If you get the divorce after three years of marriage, Mom is going to be a very rich woman.

  I’ve heard you fighting about the divorce, and I know Mom’s refusing to sign those papers. I know you’ll end it soon, though. You’re not a very patient man, Daddy.

  You know, the first time I heard you cheat on Mom was only two months after your wedding.

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bsp; I was at home sick, and you didn’t know I’d stayed behind. I heard a girl’s laughter and followed you out by the pool.

  I watched a girl that looked like a younger version of my mom suck your cock, with your back turned towards me, until you grabbed her head and emptied yourself in her needy little mouth. I watched your ass work your cum into her throat, and I watched her get up, grinning and wiping her lips. She was very pretty. Blonde, with huge fake tits, but much younger than my mom.

  It wasn’t until later that I found out she was your co-worker.

  I don’t think it’s very professional to fuck your secretary, Daddy.

  The next time you brought a girl home was three days later.

  I hid and watched. I watched you fuck a stranger on top of our washer, which covered up all the sounds she was making for you. Our mom was just a floor above you, Daddy, and I think it got you off knowing that either of us could walk in on you fucking someone who was working with you at the office.

  I know because I listened to the way you talked to the woman.

  Spread your legs for your boss, little slut.

  Spit on my dick so I can fuck your virgin asshole.

  Moan so I can fill you up with my cum, all the way inside you. I’m going to fuck you so deep, you won’t even leak a single drop.

  Mom always told me that you were a charmer when she met you, Daddy. But I still think you’re the handsomest, nicest bad man I’ve ever met. I tried to get wet for boys like I do for you, Daddy, but it doesn’t work. I think my pussy just wants you, and I don’t know how to help myself.

  I listened and watched and observed for years, Daddy.

  Until you started bringing in girls that looked like me, and fucking them all around the house.

  They always looked like me.

  Never again like my mom.

  Never like my sister.

  They all looked like me. I only realized it after the third or fourth one.

  Do you want to know why, Daddy?

  Because you called her by my name while you fucked her in the bed you share with my mom. I was sitting right outside, my ear pressed to the door.

  You were different with this girl. You kept her around for a while, and I watched you lie to Mom, telling her you were working on a project with her. She even had dinner with us sometimes. She looked so much like me, Mom would sometimes mistake her for me while we were eating.

  This girl stuck around, and as the weeks passed, I got more and more jealous. This wasn’t like you. You never fucked the same girl more than once.

  So, one night, when Mom was away and I was alone in the house, I sneaked downstairs and watched you fuck her in the living room, on the couch where I’d watched silly Disney movies since I was a kid.

  I heard you call her by my name again.

  And correct yourself, pretend it was a mistake.

  But you did it three times, Daddy. I think it was on purpose.

  And she started to like it.

  She begged you to call her by your stepdaughter’s name.

  I heard her begging for your cock, and I heard you laughing when you realized her pretty asshole still hadn’t been fucked open. I listened to you take that girl’s anal virginity and pop her open with your cock. That wasn’t the first time I saw it, but every single time, I was mesmerized by your size.

  And that was the first night the thought of you made me come all over my fingers.

  I played with my pussy until I was soaking wet, until my cunt stretched to accommodate three fingers. I played so hard that I squirted for the first time, and then I hid in my bed when somebody knocked on my door a few hours later. It was past midnight, and Mom came home just for my birthday.

  You came in with Mom, and you wished me a happy birthday. I was eighteen years old, finally legal, finally ready for you. Mom gave me a kiss and you stared off into the distance, not wanting to look at me.

  I wasn’t sure when your relationship started to fall apart, and I wasn’t sure why you stayed together, either. It seemed like you hated each other.

  I got my gift – a beautiful gold bracelet, but what meant most to me were the two kisses on my cheeks from you.

  That was the first time I called you Daddy, because it felt so fucking right.

  I got braver after that.

  Calling you Daddy when I knew it would get you hard. Right in front of Mom.

  Sitting on your lap and acting sad and offended when you pushed me off, as if I didn’t understand it was because of the hard bulge in your pants.

  I teased you in front of her. In front of your friends.

  It’s been four months since my birthday, Daddy.

  Why haven’t you fucked me yet?

  I know you want to.

  I saved myself for you, Daddy. You know I’m a virgin, but you don’t know how careful I was to keep my pussy tight for you. I want you to make me bleed for the first time. I never finger-fucked myself deep enough to break it. You know a girl’s first love is her daddy… And I want mine to make me a woman.

  I’m going to slip this letter under your study door now, Daddy, and I’m going to wait for you in my room, in that pink nightie you bought me last year that’s much too short now, and a pair of white panties, because I think you’d like to see the wet spot grow when you rub my tight little cunt.

  I hope you’ll come see if you like the way I taste for you.

  Love,

  Your little girl xx

  I stared at the paper in my hands.

  Written in that curly cursive handwriting I knew so well, with hearts all over the page.

  I placed the paper on my desk and straightened it out, even though I wanted to crumple it up, I was so pent up.

  One glance at the clock told me it was late.

  There was only one thing left to do.

  2

  Kendall

  I must have fallen asleep, despite fighting against it.

  I woke up with him watching me in the moonlit room. He was sitting on the chair at my desk, his brooding eyes taking in my half-naked body. He watched me stir awake slowly, and kept staring. The way he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine.

  “D-Daddy?” I stuttered, and he got up from my chair abruptly, the sound of the legs scraping the hardwood loud in the quiet of the room.

  “Pull the covers off,” he growled at me, but instead of obeying, I only pulled the covers higher up around me.

  I was terrified. My heart was pounding so loudly I was convinced he could hear it. It was going to pummel straight through my chest if I didn’t calm down.

  “I…” I whispered. “I’m–”

  “Pull them off,” he said quietly, but his voice was so authoritative my hands moved of their own accord, sliding down the covers until my body was revealed to his gaze.

  He stared at me like I’d done something to upset him. He drank in my body. My bare, long legs with some tan leftover from the summer. My ass, barely covered by the nightie I’d worn to bed. The one he’d gotten for me what felt like ages ago, when it still covered up my privates. Not anymore, though. I only had to move one leg and I’d flash him the cotton panties I was wearing underneath. His eyes ventured upwards, over my chest, and I became painfully aware of how tight and sensitive my nipples felt, rubbing, chafing against the fabric of the nightgown.

  “Daddy,” I said softly.

  “Lie on your back,” he said.

  My body obeyed even when my mind was resisting, because I always did what Levi told me. I would never say no to him. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I was afraid of him, or because I wanted to please him so badly. All I knew was I slipped down the bed until my head was resting against the pillows.

  He walked up to the bed and stood above me, his eyes inspecting my barely covered body, and I fought the urge to cover myself up. I wanted to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t let me. I just stared at him helplessly.

  It was the middle of the night. What the hell was he doing in my room? Maybe there was somet
hing wrong with Mom… I shivered in anticipation of the bad news coming, and he groaned at the sight. My eyes went up to him, looking for answers in his sparkling dark brown gaze. My eyes followed his hands as he reached for the zipper of his trousers and I mewled pathetically when he pulled the zipper slowly down.

  “Daddy, please!” I said, feeling the shock wash over me in waves of nausea. “What are you doing?”

  “Quiet!” he snapped, and my mouth shut because I was a good girl and I always did what Levi told me to. “Open your fucking legs, Kendall. Open them right now.”

  I didn’t understand, but I still followed his direction. My legs opened for him, my nightie riding up, revealing a few inches of my panties.

  “Why aren’t you wet?” he asked me, his fingers wrapping around the bulge in his pants.

  I swallowed thickly, staring into his eyes.

  “W-why would I be?” I asked him in a shaky voice, and he groaned out loud.

  He pulled down his trousers. I couldn’t move a muscle. I lay there, sprawled out for his enjoyment while his eyes drank me in so hungrily, I was afraid he’d lean down for a taste. I watched him strip down. His jacket flew off, and then his shirt. His trousers pooled around his feet and now he was standing in front of me in nothing but tight-fitting, ridiculously tented boxers.