Daddy Dearest Page 11

  “Come on, baby girl,” I told her gently. “Let’s get you into bed.”

  I pulled her off me despite her protesting cries, and led her in nothing but her lacy pink panties into the bedroom. I laid her down in bed, tucking her in and making sure she was warm. Her eyes were heavy, closing and opening more and more slowly.

  “You need some rest, don’t you, Kendall?” I asked her, and she nodded sleepily. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy will be right here, I just have to make sure you have everything you need for school tomorrow.”

  “Okay, Daddy,” she muttered sleepily, pulling me down for one last kiss before she drifted off to sleep.

  I planned on going into my study to finish up some work, but seeing her laying there looking so fucking vulnerable, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I ordered some shit for her for the next day and made sure my assistant would pick it up in the early morning. Then, I took my own clothes off and climbed into bed with her.

  As soon as my body hit the sheets, she crawled closer, wrapping herself around me.

  Little Kendall looked like she fitted into my big, grown-up bedroom perfectly, and I couldn’t get enough of her presence in the apartment. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as she slept, too enamored by her presence to catch a wink of sleep myself.

  I’d left her at school that morning, after having a good breakfast I’d ordered in. Some of her clothes arrived in the morning, and she loved the things I’d picked out for her, sweet pastels and pretty cuts that complemented her perfectly. I loved seeing her excitement when she got dressed, and even though she begged to stay behind, I wouldn’t let her. I told her to borrow some school supplies from Amanda until we went to pick some stuff up that afternoon.

  As I drove her to school, her hand rested on my knee and I felt like I was finally on the right track. I waved her off, and she blew me a kiss, the wind blowing her skirt up and flashing me a view of her cute little panties. I grinned to myself as I watched her leave, but I wasn’t the only one.

  I saw the kid right away, the guy who was responsible for her coming home so fucking late the previous day. But this time, I wasn’t going to let him off the fucking hook. He wasn’t going to get away with staring at my girl’s perfect bubble butt just like that.

  I got out of the car easily, and the guy shrank back right away when he saw me. He had a backpack slung on his shoulder, and he fidgeted nervously while I approached him.

  “You,” I said, pointing for him to come closer.

  He approached me hesitantly, his hands up in defense.

  “I don’t mean any harm,” I told him easily, laughing out loud. “And by that, I mean, don’t worry, kid, I’m not going to punch you in the face again.”

  I was pleased to see the bruise on his face like a fucking jackass. But he needed to know Kendall was mine, and only mine.

  “I didn’t touch her,” he said, and I knew he was lying.

  Kendall had confessed he’d tried to kiss her the previous day while I was fucking her, and I had half a mind to knock the kid’s teeth out for lying to me. Little jackass.

  “Don’t lie to me, kid,” I told him with a smile, and his face paled. “I know what happened, and that’s fine. I don’t blame you for trying. She’s some piece of ass, isn’t she?”

  He stared at me in shock as I gave him an easy smile.

  “Just so you know though,” I went on. “If I see you trying anything with her again, I’m going to break every bone in your body.”

  “What the–” he started, but I interrupted right away.

  “I don’t give a shit if you’re eighteen or sixty,” I told him. “The girl’s off limits. And you will keep your fucking hands off. Sure, chat away, but remember, one finger on her and you’re a walking corpse. Got that?”

  “I…” he stared at me incredulously, then swallowed thickly. “Yes, Mr. Reed.”

  “Good.”

  I came up to him and ruffled his hair good-naturedly. I loved how afraid he was of me. I didn’t usually get off on scaring kids, but this one had touched my property and I had to make sure he wouldn’t repeat his mistake.

  “I’ll see you around, kid,” I winked at him, pulling my sunglasses down as I got in the car.

  I enjoyed the look of fear on his face as I sped out of the parking lot.

  16

  Levi

  I waited until I was sure Barbara would be out of the house before I went back there.

  I hadn’t wanted to go back – ever. But I owed it to Kendall to at least get some stuff of hers while she was at school, to make sure she had everything she needed.

  As soon as I set foot on the lawn, a wave of nostalgia washed over me, even though it had only been half a day since I’d last been there. But the nostalgia was for what could have been with Barbara, an illusion that was too shattered to even imagine it whole anymore.

  I walked into the house and right away noticed someone was there. My body went rigid in the anticipation of another fight with Barbara, and I groaned inwardly, cursing myself for walking in at the wrong time.

  A figure walked through the hallway, and my eyes widened in shock.

  Kendall wore the outfit from this morning, the sweet pink skirt and white sweater I’d ordered for her, and the cute little ballet flats I thought would suit her perfectly.

  “Baby girl,” I said with a warning tone in my voice, and she froze on the spot, giving me a guilty little look.

  I walked up to her and tipped her chin back, and her eyes locked onto mine, giving me an embarrassed look filled with guilt.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be at school, Kendall?” I asked her gently, and her whole body sagged with relief when she heard I wasn’t pissed off with her. “What are you doing home?”

  “I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I didn’t feel so well, I just had to go home.”

  “It’s okay,” I said.

  I had such a fucking soft spot for this girl. She could do anything in the world and I’d find myself forgiving her just because she was so fucking sweet, like a piece of candy I wanted to suck on for the rest of my life.

  “Don’t lie to me again, though,” I reminded her. “Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie, baby girl.”

  Her body tensed when the words came out of my mouth, and she arched her back, pushing her delicious tits up and into my face. God, I hadn’t realized the bra I’d gotten her was a push-up one. She was fucking perfect for me like that, and I found it impossible to resist her. Her scent alone was making my mouth water, making me want to push her against the wall and ravage her body.

  “I won’t,” she said softly.

  “Promise?” I asked her, and she nodded, her trusting eyes locked on mine.

  “I promise, Daddy,” she said, and I grinned at her.

  The desire to fuck her wasn’t subsiding, and the little outfit I’d picked out for her only made things worse. It was early enough in the day I didn’t have to worry about Barbara coming home, and Amanda wouldn’t be back from school for another couple of hours, either.

  “I want to fuck you, baby girl,” I told her, and I looked down at her, seeing the hairs on the back of her arms standing up to attention. “I’m going to fuck you right here, in the hallway.”

  “Please,” she begged, even though we both knew she wanted it as much as I did.

  “Come on,” I urged her. “Take your clothes off for me, Kendall. Let Daddy see that perfect little body of yours.”

  She shook her head no, biting her bottom lip.

  “You don’t want me to fuck you?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

  She looked up into my eyes fearfully, her gaze desperate and needy.

  “I do… Daddy,” she admitted. “But I want you to do it. I want you to strip me down, get me naked. Daddy, please…”

  “Of course,” I groaned.

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her by the hips and turned her around in my arms, her tight little ass rubbing against my hardening dick. I held h
er arms behind her back with one arm while I stripped her of that sinful little outfit with the other. And as soon as she was naked in front of me, I couldn’t fucking help myself. I’d wanted to take my time, teach her something new, but I wasn’t expecting the wave of crazy lust sweeping through my body like a hurricane.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” I muttered, my finger trailing down her spine and over the tiny little freckle on her ass. “You’re so damn perfect for me. Are you going to let Daddy ruin you, Kendall?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, still turned away from me, sounding out of breath. “Please Daddy, hurry, hurry the fuck up, please.”

  I growled at her, my own breaths matching the need of hers as I bent her over. Her palms went up to the wall and she obeyed so fucking well, better than ever before. She was my perfect submissive little slut and I had every intention of using her any way I possibly could. The added advantage that it was happening in her mother’s house only got me harder. God, I wanted to get back at Barbara. I wanted to finally fuck someone I gave a shit about in that godforsaken house, and little Kendall had never been more willing.

  “Spread your fucking legs,” I groaned at her, but she was too slow for my liking.

  I reached between her thighs, slapping them apart and forcing them even wider until she was spread open perfectly for me. I fucking salivated at the sight, a tight, sexy young body so fucking ready, so damn willing to be taken, to be used and abused for my pleasure alone. I’d never have enough of this girl, of the way she submitted, the way she begged me for more even when she couldn’t take it.

  I forced my hand in front of her mouth, growling in her ear, “Spit on it.”

  She did, wetting my fingers good, and I put them back between her legs, making her mewl like a kitten as I opened her pussy lips for me. She was wet as fuck, that tight little slit dripping all over my fingers so eagerly I had to wonder if she’d planned our little get-together all along. After all, I hadn’t touched her last night, and the fact that she was fucking soaked proved how much she’d wanted me to.

  “I need to fuck you,” I said into the shell of her ear. “But not before you come on my fingers, baby girl. Daddy needs to feel you fucking gushing.”

  She responded to my words so fucking eagerly, sucking up my fingers into her cunt and making me fist a hand in her air instead of holding her arms back.

  “Don’t you dare fucking move them,” I said. “Keep your hands behind your back, Kendall. I want you to do everything I say. Will you be a good girl for Daddy?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes, what?” I growled. “Don’t fucking test my patience, little girl.”

  “Yes… Daddy,” she said, her voice so fucking desperate I couldn’t help myself anymore.

  With a groan, I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my cock out, the head thick and soaked with precum, my whole dick so hard I couldn’t even wrap my fingers around it.

  “Come on, you little slut,” I muttered into her ear. “Let Daddy into that tight pink pussy. Let me fill it up for you, baby girl.”

  She moaned, and her legs slid farther apart. My cock entered her so fucking easily and her cunt wrapped around me in a perfect fit. My hands sought her mouth and she sucked on my fingers eagerly, the tips dripping with her own juices. She sucked them dry with fast, desperate little motions of her sexy mouth. I couldn’t even fuck her I was so damn hard. I knew the moment I started thrusting into her perfect, juicy cunt I’d end up filling it up.

  I reached up for her tits, roughly pinching her nipples until she cried out. I forced my mouth against her neck, taking the soft skin there between my teeth and biting down. Fuck Amanda, fuck their mother. I was going to leave marks all over Kendall and admire them for days afterwards. And the moment they were fucking gone, they’d be replaced with new ones.

  She had never been more desperate for my cock than that day, urging me on with soft little moans as I fucked myself into her.

  “Fuck,” she cried out, her legs shivering helplessly as I forced myself deeper.

  Jesus fuck, I was going to come. I could barely hold back anymore. My cock was fucking throbbing. I’d never gotten off this fast before.

  Then, I felt a trickle of liquid running down my balls.

  She’d fucking squirted.

  Her moans were so loud I should have clamped a hand over her mouth but I couldn’t fucking resist it. The moment she started dripping, I forced my cock out of her, spread her legs as wide as I could, and watched that perfect cunt make a mess on the hallway floor. She fucking squirted like she’d been doing it for months, her pussy leaking and spurting all over me, all over the floor.

  I needed to taste her. I needed that sweet, syrupy juice of hers all over my mouth, all over my fucking beard so I could smell it for the rest of the day. I needed her in my mouth. I needed to drink her the fuck up.

  I dropped to my knees, my hands grabbing her ass roughly and my nails digging into her bubble butt. I forced her open and she cried out when my tongue started lapping at her.

  Jesus fucking Christ, she tasted sweet. Her cunt was fucking perfect, dripping so much it was like a faucet and I couldn’t get enough of what she was offering.

  I fucking drank from her pussy. Long, thirsty laps, sucking at her clit, fucking draining her until I felt another orgasm tearing through her body, ripping her apart. She leaned against the wall and sobbed softly as her cunt gave in to it, filled my mouth with her sweet essence. I couldn’t get enough. This was a side of Kendall I’d never seen before, a side I couldn’t get enough of. Long gone was the innocent little girl, and in her place stood an insatiable whore, demanding I drink her empty with my tongue.

  “Daddy fucking please,” she begged. “Fucking drink me dry, Daddy, please, drink it up. Keep going, don’t stop… Daddy!”

  My mouth was firmly latched onto her pussy and I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to. I fucking emptied her of everything, until she was nothing but a husk and her legs wouldn’t hold her up anymore. She cried out as I gathered her in my arms, and her eyes fluttered closed as I carried her upstairs, so fucking gentle with her used-up body, such a good Daddy after I’d been an absolute monster to her. Somehow it didn’t matter I hadn’t gotten my release, because she was going to suck my cock dry soon. All that mattered was getting her into bed, and taking care of my sweet baby girl.

  Something gnawed at my mind but I couldn’t explain it.

  “Take me to my room, Daddy,” she begged half-deliriously. “My room, please, I need to lie down, Daddy please.”

  I opened the door to her room with her elbow and set her down on the bed. She opened those pretty eyes and they took one look at the pink princess room filled with plushies, and she sighed deeply.

  “Not this room, Daddy,” she said sleepily. “My room, not Kendall’s.”

  I stared at her, my heart threatening to jump straight through my chest. She realized her mistake the second I did and she sat up, her eyes fearful as she faced me.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” I groaned at her.

  She blushed and looked away guiltily.

  It was the only answer I needed.

  17

  Amanda

  My mind was whirring, the cogs turning faster than ever as he stared at me.

  And then I grinned at him, a big, wide smile from ear to ear. And I giggled out loud.

  I fucking did it. I made him think I was Kendall, and he’d fucked me. And my pussy still ached from dripping into his mouth, still hurt from wanting to be stretched even further.

  “What is it, Daddy?” I asked him innocently. “Are you mad at me? Admit it, you knew I was me from the second you saw me in here. You were just looking for a fucking excuse. Something to make what you’ve done okay.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” he growled at me. “You nasty little bitch.”

  He ran a hand through his gray hair, and I could see the worry in his eyes. I could almost feel guilty but not quite, I was too proud of what I’d accom
plished. Instead, I lounged on the bed, my legs parting and my fingers wandering between my legs, toying with the swollen lips of my pussy, trying to tempt him to do more awful, terrible things to me.

  “Come on, Levi,” I purred. “I know you want more of this… I know you want more of me. You knew it was me, didn’t you? You knew it the second you fucking tasted me.”

  He was on me in a blink, his hand wrapping around my throat, and it was absolute bliss. My eyes closed and opened, lashes fluttering in expectation, needing him to do so many more perverted things. God, I wanted him to. I’d fucked around a little, I’d had some guys my age – but never, ever anyone like Levi.

  Someone with experience, with the need to fucking corrupt me.

  A real man, not a boy. A man who wasn’t afraid of breaking me.

  I would let him do anything he wanted, anything in the world.

  “Admit you knew it was me,” I taunted him. “Just tell me you knew…”

  “Fuck, Mandy,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes wearily. “How could you do this? To me, to your sister.”

  “I always get what I want,” I told him simply.

  “You’re a spoiled fucking brat,” he said, the angry expression back in his eyes when they locked on me, shining with anger I couldn’t wait for him to give into. “And you’re going to pay for what you’ve done here.”

  I stretched out on the bed comfortably, like a cat, with his eyes on mine.

  “What are you going to do, Daddy?” I asked him innocently.

  He choked me roughly, taking every last bit of breath out of my lungs and reveling in my face growing paler, in my desperate little breaths that did nothing but made me panic more.

  “I’m going to fucking punish you,” he told me calmly, his thumb gently caressing my cheek as he made me lose my breath. “I’m going to make sure you regret this, princess.”

  I felt my eyes rolling back as he squeezed it all out of me, holding me so tightly. I felt myself losing consciousness, but I fought against the darkness as long as I could. And then, almost blissfully, the darkness washed over me and I felt my whole body go limp as it pulled me under. I almost hoped he’d hurt me permanently so he’d have more to pay for. And then all thoughts went out the window and I fely myself going.