“Y-yes,” I managed to get out. “My-my panties are wet.”
“Your panties are wet what?” he asked, and I stared at him in complete confusion. “My name. Use my fucking name.”
“Levi…” I whispered, and he growled at me like a savage animal.
“No,” he said roughly. “Not that name. Not right now, Kendall. What do you call me? When you’re being a good little girl, what do you call me?”
The tension in the room was impossibly high. My body was shaking. My mouth resisted. I forced my lips open and blurted the word that came to mind.
“Daddy.”
“That’s right,” Levi grunted. “Take your nightie off. Take it off right the fuck now.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but my body obeyed, because it was Levi, and I always did what Levi said.
I reached for the hem of my nightie and pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. The room was completely silent and I blushed furiously when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra.
My hands flew up and I shielded my nipples from his eyes. When I brushed my fingertips against them, I mewled. It hurt. They’d never been like this, so painfully hard every stroke of my fingers felt like absolute torture.
“Does it hurt?” he asked me, and I stared and stared. “Tell me if your tits are hurting.”
He was stroking his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Long, jerking motions coupled with grunts and his eyes fiery on my skin. I could feel them burning, and it matched the fire in the pit of my stomach. I’d never been so scared. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted him to take that scrap of fabric off. I didn’t understand it. It felt so dirty. It felt so… right.
“Y-yes,” I whispered.
“Yes what?” he demanded. “Don’t make me remind you again.”
“Yes…” I repeated. “Yes, Da-daddy.”
He didn’t make a sound. Just kept staring at me, with my hands over my chest and the wet spot on my panties leaking all over my thighs.
“Your legs are wet,” he told me. “Your fucking thighs are soaked, Kendall. Why are they so wet?”
“I don’t know,” I cried out helplessly. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know.”
“Open them wider,” he insisted. “As wide as you can. Pull your knees up, I want to see.”
I did it. I pulled my knees up, with my pussy on display. My cotton panties were so wet the fabric stuck to my pussy lips, outlining them. I couldn’t bear to look at myself for longer than a second. It was so embarrassing. I could have died on the spot.
“D-daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “What are you doing? Please, what are you doing? Why are you doing this?”
He stared at me.
For so long.
And then he cursed out loud, so many words I didn’t even catch all of them.
He grabbed his clothes and made for the door while absolute dread filled me.
I was off the bed in seconds, reaching the door before him. I was panting as I leaned against it, my hands on either side of my body, my tits exposed, my pussy dripping wet. He stopped inches away from me, his eyes hungry as he stared at me blocking his path. He wouldn’t look down. Not at my tits or my stomach, not at my legs or the desperate part of me that was leaking down my thighs.
“Move!” he barked at me. “Move, Kendall.”
“N-no!” I said desperately. “I won’t. I’m not fucking moving.”
“Don’t use that word,” he snapped. “Don’t fucking curse.”
I stared at him, pissed off at his righteousness, when he was doing the exact thing he told me not to. Jackass.
“Look down,” I said shakily. “Look down, Daddy. I dare you.”
He stared into my eyes, his own blazing with anger. And then, finally, his eyes slid down.
I felt every inch he looked at. My long neck. My collarbones. Down my décolletage. And then, finally, locking on my tits. Biting his lip as he stared my tight nipples.
“Are you going to leave?” I asked him, feeling braver than ever. “Are you going to leave now, Daddy?”
He reached for me, and my body jerked towards his. One hand next to my head. His body so close to mine. His other hand reaching for the door handle. I was shivering. Shaking to the point I felt dizzy.
Levi reached for the handle and the world stood still for a split second.
And then he turned the key, locking us in my room.3LeviMy hand slipped from the key in the lock, brushing against her thigh and making her gasp my name.
I felt uneasy. Unsure. Nervous.
But one look at her was enough.
Those big, needy eyes, her pupils so dilated her eyes looked black. Her shaky body, so shaky I thought she could fall over if I nudged her. Her beautiful brown hair that I’d seen her brush so gently in front of her vanity, falling down that perfect tanned back. Her lips were parted in a silent plea, her wide eyes asking the unspoken question…