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  “Come to Daddy,” he called me again, sitting on the bed with his legs wide open and patting his knee. “Come here, baby girl. Let Daddy take you over his knee and show you what bad girls get when they don’t follow rules.”

  “R-Rules?” I stuttered. “We don’t have any rules… I thought we were old enough.”

  “That’s about to change,” he told me sweetly. “At least for you, Kendall. You’re going to follow my rules from now on.”

  “What rules?” I asked him, tentatively taking a step towards him.

  He smiled at me and his body relaxed even more while my own remained tense. He patted his knee again and I took another tentative step forward. This weird game of cat and mouse was scaring me, but at the same time, it sent fire through me with a deadly heat. I wanted him. I wanted this.

  “Rule number one,” he said sweetly. “We’re going to get you a pretty little collar that you can wear at all times, so people know you belong to somebody.”

  My pussy tingled at the mere thought.

  “But… Won’t people know?” I asked him worriedly. “Won’t they think it’s weird?”

  “No,” he told me easily. “Only the right people will know. The rest will just think it’s a choker.”

  “What a-are the other rules?” I asked, and he gave me another one of those easy smiles that caught me completely off guard.

  “You will always address me as you should,” he told me, and I raised my eyebrows at him.

  “Sir?” I asked, my voice shaky and unsure.

  He shook his head, giving me an encouraging smile.

  “You know what I want you to call me, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked me, and I nodded as if in a trance. “We both want that. Now say it. Let me hear it from your pretty little mouth, Kendall.”

  “Daddy.”

  It came out so naturally, so perfectly. He grinned at me when I said it. Sitting there on my bed in his dark suit and gray hair, he looked like a predator. A handsome, impossible to resist monster I wanted so desperately my knees shook with need.

  “Good girl,” he cooed, motioning for me to come closer again. “Come on, baby girl, what are you waiting for? You want this as badly as I do.”

  I thought of Amanda next door.

  I thought of my mother who could walk in any second now.

  And I walked over to him, sitting on his lap and crossing my legs shyly.

  He put his hand on my knee and gently pried my legs open.

  “That’s good, baby girl,” he said sweetly. “Now show me that pretty little cunt. Show me what you wouldn’t show him.”

  I parted my legs on his command and he pulled my dress up, revealing my lilac panties and the wet spot on the front of them. It made him chuckle, and he smoothed his thumb over the wetness, making me blush furiously.

  “Daddy,” I whispered. “Are there any more rules?”

  “Yes, baby girl,” he said roughly. “Always, and I mean always, do as Daddy says. Remember I’m only doing whatever I’m doing for your own good. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, my pussy leaking all over his fingers as he stroked the fabric of my lacy panties. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

  “Good girl,” he told me again in that sweet tone that seemed to turn me on so much.

  And then he grabbed my hips and turned me around on his lap until I was ass up.

  “Levi!” I cried out.

  “Ah-ah,” he scolded me, his palm landing on my exposed ass cheek with a loud slap. “I told you to address me properly.”

  I fought the tears prickling my eyes. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying in front of him. I would fight them for as long as I had to, but by the time the second slap landed on my ass, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

  “Look at you,” Levi said, sounding mesmerized. “You’re fucking creaming my lap, baby girl.”

  I whined, and wished he wasn’t right. I couldn’t even look at him. I brought my hands up and covered up my eyes, feeling absolutely mortified.

  “That’s not going to help,” he said gently. “You better put them over your mouth instead.”

  He grabbed my ass with one hand and held me still, even though I’d stopped squirming.

  “Count them for me,” he said, and I frowned.

  “Count what?” I asked, but in response, he only slapped my ass so hard I cried out louder than I thought was wise.

  I was sure Amanda could hear us now. In fact, I was sure she had her ear pressed to the door and she was listening to him doing this to me. I knew, because I’d seen her listening in on Levi fucking his brainless assistants for two years. Nasty is what it was.

  “Count!” he snarled at me, and I choked on a sob.

  “O-One,” I managed to get out.

  “Good girl,” he praised me, his palm smoothing the spot that hurt must. “Keep counting.”

  He kept hitting me. Hitting me so many times I would have lost count if he hadn’t made me do it out loud. By the time we reached five I had tears in my eyes. When we got to ten, they were starting to fall. When we made fifteen, I was sobbing openly.

  “No more,” I begged him. “Please, no more, no fucking more, Daddy, no more.”

  “Easier to remember the rules now, isn’t it, baby girl?” he asked me, soothing my skin. “We haven’t talked about the last rule yet, baby girl.”

  “T-Tell me,” I stammered. “Tell me the last rule, Daddy, please.”

  He hit me again and I howled.

  “You don’t say no to Daddy,” he said simply. “Under any circumstances, because Daddy knows best. Isn’t that right, Kendall?”

  “Yes,” I cried out. “Yes, that’s right.”

  “Now get the fuck off my lap and on that bed,” he said roughly. “You’ve fucking ruined my pants, you horny little bitch.”

  I climbed off him, sobbing softly as I did so. I was so deeply ashamed, mostly because of my own dripping pussy but also because of the effect he had on me, the way he’d punished me as if I was a disobedient little girl.

  “Lie on your back,” he told me once I got on the bed.

  I followed his orders, painfully aware of the fact that Amanda was listening to all of this. But he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he stripped off his jacket and his trousers and shirt, standing in front of me in just his boxers, like he had the previous night.

  “You like her listening, don’t you?” he asked me curiously. “You fucking get off on it.”

  “N-No,” I shook my head.

  He grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to look at him through the tears.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he growled, and I closed my eyes tightly, letting the tears fall.

  I was humiliated. My ass hurt like hell and I had no doubt I’d have bruises to show for his cruel treatment of my body.

  But there was no denying it.

  I was soaking fucking wet.

  I was so horny, so needy, I was ready to beg him to fuck me and have Amanda watch if she wanted to. I would’ve done anything. Any-fucking-thing just to have him touching me, fucking me, using me. Anything in the world.

  “Get fucking naked,” he barked at me.

  My fingers worked fast, and even though they were shaking, I managed to get my dress off. My bra followed and my panties were next. I tried to pull them off my hips, but Levi growled and attacked them with his fingers instead. He had them in pieces before I could stop him, and he tossed the shreds of lilac lace on the floor.

  “Fucking perfect,” he growled at me. “Perfect little baby girl. Part your legs for me, slut. Let me see that hungry little pussy. Let me see it oozing for Daddy.”

  I did it, held my legs by the knees and pulled them up, shamelessly showing him my cunt.

  “Open it,” he said, staring at me. “Open it for Daddy.”

  I touched my pussy lips and pulled them apart. When the cool breeze from the aircon hit my clit, I mewled and he laughed at me.

  “You’re li
ke a fucking bitch in heat,” he growled at me. “Good girl.”

  He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him.

  “Take my boxers off,” he ordered me.

  I was so desperate to please him. My thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers and I tugged them off, gasping when his cock sprang free. He was impossibly hard, harder than I’d seen him before. His tip was oozing with precum and I licked my lips.

  “You want to taste it, don’t you,” he said gently, and I found myself nodding. “Do it. Go on, baby girl. Taste Daddy’s cock.”

  I lowered my mouth to him, keeping my eyes on his because I had no idea what I was doing.

  “That’s it,” he cooed. “That’s a good girl, come on, Kenny, suck me off. Suck Daddy clean.”

  I gasped and he used the opportunity to push inside me, his bulbous head filling me up so much it stretched my mouth out. I cried around his cock and kept looking up at him, blinking slowly as he grabbed my hollowed-out cheeks and started to fuck my mouth.

  “Jesus fucking shit, Kendall,” he said roughly. “You feel fucking incredible.”

  I’d never been more desperate to please him. To hear him compliment me, tell me I was his good little girl and how well I was doing for him. I needed his praise, I needed his words to get me off.

  I reached between my legs, my fingers desperately seeking out my pussy, brushing against my swollen clit.

  “What are you doing, Kendall?” Levi asked me roughly, his eyes between my legs. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  I couldn’t answer with my mouth full, I could only moan around his cock and touch my clit. He laughed at me, snatching my arm between his fingers and pulling it away roughly. I protested, tried to get away, but he wouldn’t let me.

  “No way,” he told me roughly. “No way do you get to come today. You’re going to be a good girl for Daddy and suck his cum out, but that’s all you get today, baby girl.”

  His tip slipped from my mouth and I stared up at him with a mix of fear and adoration.

  “Amanda can hear us,” I finally managed to say, and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked me kindly. “Isn’t that what you wanted all along, baby girl? To beat her?”

  I looked away guiltily and he chuckled at the look on my face.

  “I fucking knew it, dirty little girl,” he told me, grabbing me again and forcing my lips back on his cock. “Keep going, Kenny. I want to come down your throat tonight. We have to start teaching you how to suck Daddy off real good, don’t we?”

  I looked up at him again trustingly, and it made him groan out loud. I swirled my tongue around his tip and he cursed, and then I sucked on him the only way I knew how.

  I sucked his dick like I’d suck a lollipop, alternating between sucking him down and licking him up like he was the sweetest treat I’d ever had. I reveled in his taste, lived for the way he groaned when I hit that spot. I wanted him to keep grabbing me by the hair, roughly forcing my head up and down his shaft, getting off with my throat. I wanted so much more, and I wanted to keep doing it for the rest of my life if he’d fucking let me.

  “That’s it, Kendall,” he groaned. “That’s fucking right, suck it deeper, suck it good.”

  I choked when it hit the back of my throat, and my eyes bulged, but before I could move away, Levi grabbed me and fucked me deeper, never letting me get a breath of air.

  “Fucking shit,” he growled. “I’m sorry, baby girl, you know Daddy can’t help himself. You know I can’t stop now, don’t you, Kendall? You want this as badly as I do, nod if you do, baby.”

  I nodded with tears in my eyes and his cock so deep inside me I felt like I was swallowing him already.

  “Jesus,” he said, sounding out of breath. “Jesus Christ, Kendall, suck it now, suck my fucking dick.”

  I blinked away the tears in my eyes and looked into his tense face. And then I made my throat suck him down instead of my mouth.

  “Oh my God,” he said in the softest voice, his thumb stroking my cheek so gently.

  And then he came inside my mouth, painted it with spurts of thick, warm white cum.

  I sputtered and coughed but he wouldn’t let me get away. He held me firmly in place and came down my throat and I cried around him because I wanted to remember every second of it.

  Finally, he groaned, and his cock popped out of my mouth when he let go of me. He stared at me and took a step back, and I crawled to his feet so desperately I almost felt ashamed.

  “Please, Daddy,” I begged him. “Please let me come, please, Daddy please.”

  “No,” he growled. “No fucking way.”

  “Then fuck me,” I begged. “Please, just fuck me, just once, just fuck me right now, let me feel you…”

  His cock twitched at my words.

  He approached me, grabbed me by the hips and turned me around on the bed until my ass was turned towards him and I was on all fours.

  “Okay,” he said gently. “I’ll fuck you, Kendall. Will you follow my rules? Will you be a good little girl and obey?”

  “Yes,” I promised breathlessly. “I promise, I will. Anything you want. Fuck me. Fuck me, Daddy, please just fuck me.”

  He sank his cock inside me and I howled without caring who heard it.

  “And remember,” he told me, his voice strained, a little out of breath. “You’re Daddy’s dirty little secret, baby girl. So stop fucking telling people about us, unless you want them to fucking watch.”

  12

  Amanda

  I sat in front of the door, my whole body rigid as I listened in.

  In this position, sitting this close to the door and peering through the lock, I could hear every word they said. And it turned me on so much my pussy dripped between my legs needily.

  I wanted it to be me.

  I wanted Levi to choose me.

  But just for once in her damn life, Kendall had to be the chosen one. He’d picked her, not me, and there was no way I was going to come to terms with it. I would fight them both until he fucked me, too.

  I thought my plan was perfect.

  How did it all go south like that?

  Levi was supposed to take the bait and fuck me. But when I made it clear I knew what he’d been doing in that restaurant, he just laughed at me like I was a damn moron.

  He leaned over the table and stared me right in the eyes, asking me if I was threatening him. I had smiled smugly and told him I was sure there were some people he’d rather not know what he was doing to Kendall.

  But instead of looking mortified, like I expected him to, Levi had told me he had dirt on me too. And if I didn’t keep my pretty little mouth shut – God, what those words did to me – he would go to my mother with all my secrets.

  I’d stared at him over my sundae until he pulled it over to his side of the table and scooped my ice cream into his mouth.

  We drove back home in complete silence.

  It wasn’t until an hour later that we spoke again, and even then it was about Kendall. Fucking typical of him to bring up my sister when I wanted to talk about anything but her. But I was growing worried too – by that time, it was over half past four, and Kendall was nowhere to be seen.

  She usually came home right after her afterschool activities, and even if she didn’t, she always, always called ahead to let us know what was keeping her.

  The hours passed and I watched Levi growing more and more anxious, and wishing it was me he was fretting about. But it was Kendall as always – she was firmly his favorite, just as I was my mother’s.

  By the time six o’clock rolled around, Levi made me call Mom. But I’d interrupted her right in the middle of a meeting and she didn’t have time to talk. She told me Kendall would come home sooner or later, and not to expect her back until later at night.

  I watched Levi pace the house, looking absolutely beside himself, and I let the jealousy consume me whole. I was so fucking angry that he’d chosen her ove
r me.

  I was the sexy one.

  I was the sassy one.

  I was the one all the boys wanted.

  But not Levi. He had his sights firmly set on Kendall, and he wasn’t backing down.

  By the time we heard the call pulling up in the driveway, he was already up and racing out onto the front lawn. I still couldn’t believe he’d knocked that kid Ryan out. I remembered him, of course, he’d been a nuisance for longer than I cared to admit. I’d never liked him. It was so damn clear he had a crush on Kendall, it was really kind of embarrassing. Of course, that didn’t make it okay that Levi had punched him, but I wasn’t about to argue when he was in a mood like that.

  I watched him drag my sister to her room, and then I sat on the floor outside, my pussy leaking from the red lacy thong I was wearing.

  I couldn’t help myself after I heard Levi talking to Kendall like that.

  I opened my legs and pushed the panties aside, fingering my pussy like my ex had taught me, reaching all the right spots and coming on my finger in seconds. I had to bite my fist so I wouldn’t make a sound.

  This was so unlike all those times before when I listened to Levi fucking girls none of us knew. This was my sister, this was Kendall, and for the first time ever, I was insanely jealous of her, because for the first time, she had something I didn’t, and I couldn’t stand it.

  I wanted to steal Levi from her.

  Sick thoughts of getting rid of my sister filled my mind as I brought myself to another orgasm. My limbs were flailing, my pussy desperately latching onto my fingers as I fucked it. I wanted it to be me in there so fucking badly. I wanted him to be fucking me, not my sister. I hated her for being the one he’d chosen.

  I stopped counting after the second orgasm. Instead, I just kept my ear pressed to the door and my fingers firmly in my pussy, fucking it with such force it felt like I was tearing myself apart. God, I wanted it to be Levi. I’d never wanted anything more than that.