Yes Daddy

There’s a nightlight casting a glow across her face, and my obsession surges when I see the innocence on her sleeping face. One bare leg is on top of a threadbare pink blanket, and I step closer to her, unable to keep the distance between us any longer. Her silky blonde hair is spread across an embroidered lavender pillowcase, and her plump lips are slightly open, making it hard as hell not to lean down and kiss her.

I rest my fingers at her ankle and hear the blood rushing through my ears. I can’t stop. I run my hand up her calf, and the silky texture of her skin has my cock jumping and my heart pounding. I dare to push the fabric covering her a few inches upward until I can touch the inside of her thigh, knowing where it would lead if I kept going.

My mouth waters, imagining how all her sweet pink parts would taste, like heaven and magic. Obsession burns through me, and I wonder if anyone has touched her before. Kissed her. Fucked her.

Jesus.

If anyone has fucked her, I’ll find them and kill them.

Whatever this is, it’s insanity, but I don’t care. I’ve been overtaken by a madman, but I don’t ever want to go back to who I was before I met her.

The warmth of her skin under my fingers is making hot blood surge through my veins and thickening my already painful hard-on. I shouldn’t touch her like this in her sleep, but I can’t bring myself to stop.

She sighs and shifts onto her back, mumbling something unintelligible, but I pretend it’s my name and she’s dreaming about me. I hold my hand still, but I don’t withdraw. I can’t. In my warped mind, she is mine already. She is my property. I want to protect her and use her and comfort her and give her everything…and take what’s mine when I like, how I like, for as long as I like.

I’m possessed by her already, and I never want to be exorcised of whatever demon has overtaken me.

I feel more alive now than at any other time in my life, and I want more. If I’m this crazed already, I can’t imagine what will happen once I taste her.

Once I’m inside her.

I push the blanket further upward, then lift and fold it back to see she’s wearing lime-green cotton panties that ride high on her lush hips. I see the indent of her slit and want to run my tongue through that groove. I’m teased by the Star Trek T-shirt she’s wearing. Like her furniture, it looks vintage with a serious-looking James T. Kirk staring back at me, the fabric bunched just under her braless tits.

Wildness bends my thoughts in depraved ways, but I won’t go any further.

Not now at least.

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath, heat blasting through me as I cover her again and lean down, breathing her in.

Before I retreat, I press my lips to hers for a moment, feeling her warm breath on mine, and inhale sharply to take her inside me in this small way.

“Sleep well, my Bambina,” I whisper into her ear before taking my leave, softly pulling the bedroom door closed behind me.

Outside the door, I lean one forearm against the wall and drop my other hand to bring release to my throbbing dick.

I fist the steel girth; it only takes a few strokes before I’m cumming in my hand, thoughts of my lips on hers fueling my release.

One touch, and I’ll never be the same. I don’t know what sort of monster I will become once I take all of her, but I know one thing: Anyone that hurts her will face a wrath unlike any I’ve unleashed before.

3

Esme

KAREN UNFOLDS THE TOP of the brown grocery bag, then starts lifting out white take-out containers.

“It’s eight in the morning,” I groan, touching the bump on my head and pulling my legs under me as I shove a pillow behind my back on the sofa. “Who eats Thai food at eight in the morning?”

She bobs her head back and forth, making her slick black hairbrush at her shoulders. “Me.” She smirks. “And you. Hey, I just got off work, so feels like dinner time to me.”

I met her on the bus to the courthouse the week I started my internship. She was headed there herself to pay some overdue parking tickets for her loser boyfriend, who she—thank goodness—kicked to the curb soon after we met.

The bus was full, the seat next to her the only empty space, and as luck would have it, she can make friends out of rocks. I liked her immediately, and we look like yin and yang twins. She has the exact same hair as mine, shoulder length, thick and always a bit messy with bangs, except hers is jet black.