DEVOUR THE BRAT
I was as nervous as hell.
Drake had only been my Daddy for less than two months. I was still just getting to know him.
I knew I liked one thing about him. He was richer than you could imagine. I didn't know how my mom had snagged such a guy!
But he was so dark. You know? I kind of wondered if he might secretly be a vampire. It wouldn't have surprised me.
But I'd be a total liar if I didn't tell you he was handsome. Oh, God, just looking at him sent all these tiny little chills through me.
I know it's naughty. I know it's wrong. But I was really into the guy. He just had these dark hypnotic eyes. He'd look at me, and I'd melt. I could feel it right between my legs.
My pussy would get wet for this guy!
I kept having all these fantasies about him. I kept imagining him coming into my room late at night.
Yeah, part of the fantasy was real scary. Like me finding out he was a vampire while he sucked all my blood and all.
But the other part of the fantasy was him showing me his cock. And in the fantasy it's really big.
Then he'd stick that big cock right in me and pop my cherry!
Yeah, I was a virgin. An eighteen-year-old virgin. Sigh. That's probably why I had all these fantasies.
But I just didn't get why Drake like my mom. She was a total goof off. She liked to be silly and to laugh and to do funny things. And she was completely irresponsible.
If anything, I was the one who took care of her.
But Drake he wasn't anything at all like my mom. He was suave, sophisticated, and as dark as hell.
Of course, everyone always said I was kind of dark, too. Tall and pretty, but dark. That's what people said about me.
I mean, in a way, I was more of a match for Drake then mommy was. Or maybe I shouldn't say that?
Oh, but did I tell you where we lived? It was incredible. It was this great big old mansion in Maine. I loved it. I couldn't wait for the winter.
I felt like I was living in a haunted house. How cool is that? At night the wind didn't just blow, it howled!
Everything had been fine. But then suddenly Mommy needed to go and see my grandmother.
"Mommy, if grandma's sick, I'll go with you," I said.
"You just got settled into your new school. The last thing you need to do is miss a bunch of days. You stay here and take care of your new daddy," Mommy said. "Grandma's going to be okay."
"Fine," I said, at last giving in.
And that night it was just Drake and me and the servants.
"So how are you fitting in at school?" Drake asked me over dinner.
"Fine." I said.
God, how I hated small talk. Things felt awkward without my mom there. She was always trying to crack jokes. To lighten things up.
But I was too shy for that kind of thing. And Drake was too dark.
I looked around the big dining room.
"So who'd you have to kill to get this place, Drake?" I said.
He smiled.
"You'd be surprised." He said not missing a beat.
I nearly choked on the strawberry I'd just put in my mouth.
Then Drake added, "and you can call me, Daddy."
"Sure, Daddy," I said.
Man. The tension in that room. Everything was so quiet. I just couldn't take it. I guess the devil in me must have taken over then.
You wouldn't believe what I did next.
We were on dessert already. It was a bowl of bite-sized sliced fruit. It was wet and glossy. You were supposed to eat it with a fork.
But I put my fork down. I picked up half a strawberry with my fingers. I brought it to my lips.
I slid it all along them. I kissed it. I sucked on it. Then I popped it into my mouth.
Drake's eyes were right on me. Mine were right on his.