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The tension in his face softens, “I meant why are you here for a date with someone you don’t really know?” A sense of failure tries to fill my lungs. Because I’m tired of being lonely. Because I want someone to hug me. Because I want to know that there’s someone – anyone – that might love me the way I want to be loved.
“Hmm, but what would I say?” I tap my chin and make an over-exaggerated thinking face. “Oh, I know! I’ll say – hey, sorry you got grounded last night. But don’t worry about standing me up, because your dad showed up to our date. And as you probably know, he’s hot as fuck. And I’d really like to get my hands on that girthy Coke can cock again, so could you give me his number? And if this thing works out between us, we’ll have to decide if you should call me mom or sister because I call Axel Daddy, too.” There’s a beat of silence before Elouise laughs herself off the couch.
Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt. There are consequences for your actions, Baby Doll. And you’re about to find out what happens to naughty girls who misbehave.
“You shouldn’t be here. Not with him.” He takes another step. “No?” I ask, barely audible. Axel shakes his head. “You don’t need a boy like that.” “What do I need?” “You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”
I’m gonna die. That dick is gonna rip me in half.
“I thought you liked when… I called you something else.” His eyes darken and I know he knows what I’m talking about. Axel’s fingers dig into the flesh at the top of my ass, pulling me closer. His voice quiet enough so only I can hear. “You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.”
My hips pull out, then I shove back inside her. “Oh god,” she pants. “Axel,” she pants. “Daddy,” she pants.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” A tear rolls down her cheek, even as the sides of her mouth tip up in a small smile, “I’m sorry.” “Tell me you won’t do that again. You won’t make me worry like that.” She nods, “I won’t worry you, again.” “Tell me you’ll be a good girl.” “I’ll be a good girl for Daddy. I promise.” “Fuck.” This is so depraved. So fucked up. So goddamn hot.
Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s Axel. Maybe he teleported across the house. Maybe it’s a murderer. Please let it be a murderer. Please let it be literally anyone other than Brian.
“However this whole weird thing happened, I’m glad it did. Happiness looks good on you.”
“That’s it,” I grit my teeth, not stopping. “That’s it, Baby. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
