I busy myself by bringing over a tumbler of whisky for myself and a Coke for Willa. She sips at her drink quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. I've already decided not to bring our deal up, but she surprises me by setting her drink down and giving me a determined look.
"I know I still owe you."
"You don't need to worry about that right now."
"But you paid me for it."
I exhale and stare at her. "Do you even want to fuck me, Willa?"
She nods eagerly.
"I just don't think tonight is the night. You've been through too much already."
Then, two words rip themselves from her lips, hitting me right in the balls.
"Please, Daddy?"
I groan, running a hand through my hair. I can't even look at her. I'm already eager to strip her naked, see if that bastard left a single mark on her so I have an excuse to kill him.
"Please don't say no to me..."
Willa drops to her knees before me and starts crawling, coming to a stop in front of my feet. I still can't bring myself to look at her, too fucked up by the thoughts of what I want to do to her.
"Please don't say no to me," she repeats in a soft, small voice. "I'll do anything you want."
I force myself to look into her eyes. She stares back as I mutter, "Leave."
"What?" That cute little pout is back on her face, along with a pair of scowling blue eyes. "You want me to go?"
"It would be for the best."
"Because I'm too young?"
"Because..." I hesitate. "This can never be what I want it to be."
"Which is?" Now there's a smile tugging on the corners of her lips and she's grinning like the cat that got the cream. "You want us to be together?"
"That's impossible."
"You didn't answer my question, Daddy. Do you want us to be together?"
I don't answer. Instead, I get up from my chair and stare at the city skyline beneath us. My reflection stares back. I wonder if he knows the right answer. I wonder if he knows what I should do in this case.
"Why don't you take your clothes off," I finally mutter, watching Willa's reflection as she instantly gets to her feet strips out of her outfit. She stands behind me in a pair of fishnet tights and nothing else. I turn around. Her feet are bare, the toenails painted a mermaid blue and purple color. She's so young, so beautiful it scares me. And the worst part is knowing who she belongs to. Dove and Nox – two people whose paths I swore myself I'd never cross again.
"If you want me to fuck you," I tell her. "You're going to have to beg me for it."
She smiles slyly, clasping her hands together in front of her naked tits and batting those long lashes at me.
"Please, Daddy, don't you want to fuck me?"
"That, trouble," I grunt, “is how a princess begs. Are you a princess, Willa? Or are you my little whore?"
She swallows, and I watch with a sick satisfaction as her gaze grows hungrier with the need to please me.
"I want to be your little whore, Daddy. Please, fuck me."
"More," I demand. "Debase yourself for me. I want to hear your desperation. Admit to me what a desperate little piece of meat you are for my cock. That I can do anything I want to your sweet holes. Tell me you're nothing but a sugar baby for Daddy."
Her gaze darkens and I can tell I've offended her – not that I give a shit. I need to break this illusion she's built in her pretty little head about us being together as a couple.
Because it can never happen.
"Please, Daddy, fuck your little slut. Show me what your cock feels like in every single hole," Willa whispers, sitting down on the floor and throwing her legs open, the pink lips of her pussy pouting through the fishnet. "I want you right here, Daddy. I want your cum hitting me when you finish, I want to massage it into my pussy, please..."
I exhale, slow and steady, to force my body to relax. My cock is pulsating, pressing painfully against the fabric of my pants. My hand is fisted in my pocket while I run the other through my hair. This won't end well for sweet little Willa. She's waking up the beast me, and I don't think she's going to like him. He'll fucking devour her.
"Taste yourself," I order her. Obediently, Willa's fingers dip between her pussy lips and she sucks them into her mouth loudly. "What does it taste like, trouble?"
She pops the fingers out, seductively saying, "It tastes like a desperate whore, Daddy."
"Come here and suck my dick." I pull the belt out of my pants and unzip. "Hurry up, trouble, I want to feel that mouth on my cock."