Daddy Dearest

“Daddy,” I groaned. “Please…”

“You look like you’re having fun,” he told me with a grin.

He approached me while I squirmed on the chair, and I wanted to cry when he reached for the vibrator, because he still didn’t touch me, or maybe a little with relief that it was over.

But instead of turning it off, he increased the setting and I stared at him with my mouth gaping open before another orgasm wracked my body.

He watched me coming, with an evil little smirk on his face and his eyes burning with anger.

“Now we’re going to have a little talk, princess,” he told me easily, sitting down on Kendall’s bed and staring at me. “Why did you write that letter?”

I could have lied, but the vibrator coupled with his burning eyes made me want to tell him the truth.

“Mom,” I managed to get out between orgasms. “She made me. She wanted you to cheat… Get the money… Humiliate you.”

I came again, my eyes rolling back as my body responded to the vibrations. What was he doing to me? My body was a mess of overly sensitive nerves, and I knew if he so much as touched me, I’d be begging him to fuck me.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered to himself before focusing his attention back on me.

I could barely see him through the haze in front of my eyes, so fucking scared and so wet I heard my pussy slurping up the vibrator, leaking all over it. Levi seemed to hear too, and he glanced between my legs before grinning at me.

“What are we going to do with you, princess?” he asked thoughtfully, and I was eager to answer.

“Please, take me to your apartment,” I begged. “With Kendall. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with mom, please. I’m… oh God, I’m scared of her.”

“I know, princess,” he said thoughtfully, and his expression hardened when those words came out of my mouth. “Don’t worry, Mandy. I’m going to make sure you’re safe.”

I came again, even though I didn’t want to, finally realizing the effectiveness of his punishment. He was fucking crazy evil.

“I want to be with you,” I repeated. “The two of you. Daddy, God, fuck, please, Daddy please.”

“I like hearing you beg,” he told me with an easy smile. “But what you’ve done is fucking unforgivable, Amanda.”

“Please,” I said weakly. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want, just let me come back with you.”

He got up and glanced at his watch. “Why don’t we see if you’ve changed your mind after an hour,” he said simply, and my eyes widened as he walked out of the room.

I shouted and begged after him but he was gone, and this time, I knew he wasn’t going to come back so soon. He was going to make me take my punishment in full, but even this, coming tied down on a chair with a sex toy in my cunt, felt better than the alternative.

I gave into the pleasure, feeling my pussy wrap itself around the vibrator and pulsate around it.

I could play his games, and I could play them well.18KendallLevi had been so attentive, so sweet to me that whole day.

Maybe it was because he came to pick me up at school with Amanda in tow, and he saw my expression darken when I noticed him there with my sister.

She was up to something no good, I knew it when she decided to pull one of our told twin swaps. She’d asked for my clothes, and because of everything that was going on at home, I found it impossible to deny her. I gave her what she wanted and ended up walking around in her too-tight dress all day. Levi’s expression darkened, but only for a moment, when he saw me walk down the stairs in my sister’s clothing.

“Hey, baby girl,” he said gently, pulling me in for a hug bordering on the inappropriate. “Mandy’s coming back with us.”

“Okay,” I said, a little uneasily, even though, if I was being honest with myself, I understood.

Mom wasn’t the easiest person to live with. Even before Levi came along, we’d been used to her odd habits. To all the booze, the pills she used to swallow when we weren’t looking. I still remembered finding her passed out with a drink in her hand and an empty sleeping pill bottle in her hand. Not enough to kill her, she’d claimed desperately the next day, but the damage was done, even her excuse seeming phony and deceitful. That was the night I grew up, I always thought, the night I stopped being a little girl.

I never told Levi about it, and I never knew whether he was aware of Mom’s pill-popping and her drinking habit. If he was, he never said a word.

Of course, I didn’t want Amanda living in that kind of environment. Didn’t she deserve to get away, just like I had? She loved me, I was sure of it. She would never hurt me on purpose.