“Leave me alone.”
I start running, but I hear his boots behind me. I know we’re in for a fight and there’s no way I can get away from Pike. I’m strong, but he’s stronger. I can run, but he’s faster. It’s only a matter of time before he catches me.
The sound of my shoes on the concrete play out a melody. Pike’s deep voice behind me, calling to me, makes me giggle.
I know I shouldn’t laugh, he’s probably angry with me for what I did, but sometimes, I get jealous. I don’t like it when other girls look at my daddy, and I certainly don’t want him looking at them. It makes my body hot, my blood feels like it’s boiling through my veins.
I’m about to turn around the corner when a large hand grips my arm, tugging me backward, causing me to slam into his solid frame.
“You’re a bad, bad girl, Molls,” Pike growls in my ear, making my thighs squeeze together. “Do you want me to punish you like a bad girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur as he pulls me into the alleyway out of sight. There are broken bottles, garbage, and all sorts of shit lying around, but the only thing I see is Pike. He presses me up against the wall, his body pinning me between two hard objects—him and the bricks behind me.
“You cannot just go out doing shit like that,” he grunts, his cock poking my belly. I know he likes when I do things like that.
“I don’t like when you look at other girls,” I pout, lifting my gaze to meet his heated one. Those blue orbs spill over like waves crashing through me as he stares down at me. His one hand is planted against the wall beside my head, and his free hand is snaking its way between my legs.
“The only girl I look at is you, the only girl I touch is you,” he murmurs while his fingers taunt my pussy. I’m wet. I’m so fucking wet.
“Daddy’s fingers taunt and tease. Daddy’s fingers make me wet. Fuck me daddy, show me what you’ve got. I want Daddy’s dick inside me please.”
He shakes his head no. “You’ve been naughty. I don’t fuck naughty girls,” Pike smirks. His fingers taunt me as he leans in further, his mouth at my ear. “If you ever do something like that again, I’ll never put my dick inside your pretty little pussy again. Am I understood?”
His thumb finds my clit, circling it methodically—one, two, three, four… Then he stops all movement which only causes my hips to buck into his hand, seeking the friction he offers.
“Please, daddy,” my voice is a raspy whimper.
“Be a good girl and walk home with me. Then I may think about fucking you, baby girl.” He releases me, then laces his fingers through mine as he leads me back down the road to our apartment. I know he’ll fuck me when we get there. If there’s one thing I know about daddy, it’s that he always wants me.
Long Lost Brother
Pike
It’s a new day and is starts without me inside of Molly, which is kind of unusual. I think she’s finally coming to terms with the fact that her birthday is the day after tomorrow, but probably not that she will have been alive for a quarter of a century.
I’m not that far behind her, but it’s the one thing that we don’t do together, and I know it fucks with her sometimes. Of course, I think that had we been born on the same day and at the same time, we would have already shared far too much than we already do.
Nothing is ever too much for my gal, I think with a small smile as she stirs in my arms.
“Good morning,” I say to her gently.
“Hi Pike,” she replies tiredly with a yawn.
Pike. Not Daddy; fucking Pike.
I try my best not to let my body deflate in the disappointment I’m feeling. It’s just one of those days where she’s actual Molly and not my baby girl, which I haven’t been privileged to lately. It should be a happy moment to actually “see” her again, and I’ll do my best not to bring up the past nights’ events. Molly wouldn’t appreciate those things—not the way my baby girl would.
“Hungry?” I ask, sliding off the bed and getting to my feet.
“Not really.”
Molly rolls onto her back and rubs the sleep from her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. I can’t help but smile back because of how sweet and innocent she looks right now. Freshly roused from her rest, hair wild around her head, and sleepy eyes watching me like a predator.
Maybe she’s not completely back yet, maybe she is.
I won’t know for sure until the day continues, and that’s a game I’m willing to play.