"Will you take two fingers?" he asked me, his voice strained.
"Yes," I promised. "Anything, anything Daddy wants."
He groaned, and a second later, another finger joined the first one in my ass. I cried out as he fucked me, deeper and meaner this time.
"I can't," I cried out. "I can't, I have to cum, Daddy, please."
"Do it," he ordered me. "Fucking cum, little thing."
I moaned so loudly I was sure we'd get caught. My body shook and convulsed as the orgasm took over. For a moment, it felt like my soul had left its body, but I was back, all the pieces falling into place again as he pulled out his fingers.
I collapsed on the desk and Maddox scooped me up in his arms, holding me close.
"You've been a very good girl, Cora," he told me gently.
"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered back.
He undid the tie around my thighs and I curled up against his chest. He let me rest like that for a few minutes, close to him, completely intimate.
"We need to finish up now," he said regretfully, and I nodded.
Carefully, he slipped me out of his arms and onto my shaky feet He was sweet, making sure I was alright every step of the way. I liked it a lot.
"Are you going to be ok?" he asked, and I nodded.
I took the tie from his hands and Maddox grinned as I tied it for him around his neck. For a moment, I could envision myself doing that during a lifetime with him. It was a beautiful mental image.
"Don't like the way I do it?" he asked me.
"It's sloppy," I smiled, my naughty side coming out to play.
"Your ass is going to hurt," he told me, gently pulling my skirt down over my bare butt.
"I know."
I grabbed my backpack and closed the button on my jacket to hide my ruined blouse. I gave him a sweet look over my shoulder before I left.
"I hope it hurts good, Daddy. I like it when it does."
Twenty-Five
Maddox
It felt like my throat had been dry since I met Cora, and I only felt like I was going to survive when I was with her.
It was a Saturday morning and I was sitting in my apartment, staring out of the damn window and imagining what my life would be like with her. Of all the fucking ridiculous, impossible things to be thinking about, I chose that. Something that could never happen.
You’re losing your mind, Maddox, I thought to myself, considering the possibility of cracking open a bottle of whiskey this early in the morning.
It wasn’t like I was going to do anything else wise with my day, anyway. I stared at the closed cupboard door of my small home bar, one of the few things that I’d settled in the apartment as most of my life was still in cardboard boxes.
The closed door didn’t provide any more answers than I currently had, but it sure felt like I could maybe find a couple more problems if I poured myself a finger of whiskey.
With a dejected sigh, I stood up, walking to the cupboard. I threw the door open and looked at my options quietly. Twenty-five years, thirty years… all I had left were the really good bottles. But I had a really big existential crisis going on, so I guess it was now or never.
I’d been saving those bottles for a special occasion, and this constituted one. Picking the most expensive option I had, I twirled the bottle in my hands, picking a tumbler as sort of an afterthought. It wasn’t the kind of alcohol to drink straight from the bottle, but I was past proper manners at that point.
With a woman on my mind that I couldn’t, shouldn’t, and mustn’t want, it was hard to keep my thoughts straight. Increasingly crazy things seemed to make sense to me. Like packing a bag, telling her to meet me in the middle of the night, and then hightailing it out of that dead-end town, shrouded in darkness.
Or reporting her father to the police for obvious abuse. Though I knew full well that he’d be off the hook by the time I was done making the call. Cora was too afraid of him to testify, and even if she wasn’t, he had friends in the police department and I had no solid evidence against him.
Considering I was the man currently fucking his barely legal daughter, there was at least as much to lose as there was to gain.
I slouched back on the couch, uncorking the bottle. Taking a whiff of the whiskey, I had to snap my head away. It was strong. Good. Just what I needed. I poured two fingers in the glass and swished it around, finding myself unable to bring it to my lips.
Maybe it was that I was bitter enough already that adding alcohol to it suddenly just felt like adding insult to injury. Maybe it was something else, I don’t know, but I sat at least a half an hour with that damn glass in my hands, staring into the brownish-red liquid without it revealing any great secrets to me.
Moral quandaries were not something that I was used to. I didn’t suffer from them, as a rule. I knew what I wanted in life, always, and I went for it. In a manner of speaking, I’d done the same with Cora, but my intentions went far beyond just wanting to get what was mine this time.
I’d done it, in the beginning at least, as much because it promised a golden ticket out of all of the bullshit that had been following me for the last year, as I had because Cora had made my heart beat twice as fast the first time I saw a picture of her.
Since meeting her in person, the rest of the reasons seemed to fade away and all I could really think about was Cora herself. How fucking perfect she was. Innocent and damaged at the same time, but so strong, persevering through it all. Naughty and nice, like she was put on this earth to make me question what I’d been doing with my time for so long.
Nothing like Serena, I thought with a scoff.
That was what made me finally take a gulp of whiskey. It burned as it went down, but nowhere as bitterly as the thought of that woman did. I pulled a hand through my hair before leaning back, shaking my head. I’d been doing that a lot since meeting Cora.
I’m not a good man, not by a long shot, but I always had my morals. I liked my women young. Ironically enough, the first relationship I was ever in was with a woman twice my age. I guess that’s what did it – I saw in her the kind of vitality and zest for life she gained from being around me when I was seventeen at best, and I wanted it too.
For years, I didn’t admit it to myself, or maybe even understand. I dated older women, until I was too old for them. And then I started fucking women too young for me. The thought of having a real relationship had never crossed my mind. I liked corrupting them, showing them all the dirty things they could love if they only let themselves. And then I got bored and moved on.
The same pattern followed me as I changed jobs, moving across country. I became a regular at a BDSM club in the college town I lived in, domming often and well. I knew that a few of the women I’d fucked there were students on the same campus I taught at, but there was an anonymity clause in place. It worked out well, for a long time.
Until it didn’t anymore.
Serena was a student of mine. She was bright, bubbly, vivacious, everything I liked. But she was also in my class, and that was where I’d drawn the line while living in that town. I’m not saying that it was me rising above, no. I’d definitely fucked students of mine before, but it always came with more trouble than it was worth, so I’d decided I wouldn’t anymore.
I recognized her at the club when she was trying to get close to me, and I rejected her. She didn’t take no for an answer, showing up in my lecture hall on a weekend, while I was grading tests, in lingerie and a trench coat, practically serving herself up on a platter.
And I said no again.
After that, I only had to wait until Monday for the shit to hit the fan. Serena accused me of raping her. She found students who had gone to the club and seen me domming there, and had them testify that I was some sort of a sexual fucking deviant.
Well, I was. No point in denying that. But I hadn’t laid a finger on Serena.
She didn’t get a rape kit, mostly because there was nothing to test, but I got fired regardless. And then the lawsuits ca
me.
She sued me for everything she could think of, her daddy’s pockets being heavy with cash, and her pride being hurt enough to warrant it. Maybe she was saving face, or maybe she was just vindictive, but the end result was the same – I was unhirable.
That made me take another gulp of whiskey, and reach for the bottle again. It was noon on a fucking Saturday, and I was drinking alone. I wasn’t going to pretend that it was the first time it had happened in the last year, but it didn’t exactly make me proud of myself.
The only reason I got the job in Cora’s high school was because of my ‘benefactor’. He’d vouched for me personally, or maybe bribed someone, but I’d gotten the job. A job that was like taking ten steps back in my career, but then again it wasn’t like there was much left of my so-called career to begin with.
The deal itself had been an easy one to make. Fuck a young woman I would have likely gone for anyway, had we met at a club or outside of a classroom setting. Make her fail her classes. Make her completely dependent on a strong, masculine figure. And then leave her, shattering her in tiny little pieces.
I’d fucked her, alright. In fact, the only thing I wanted to do most of the time was to make Cora cum and scream my name. But I hadn’t held up the rest of the bargain and I found myself less willing by the day to do it.
The simple truth was, she was too fucking good to ruin what chance of a better future she had. I’d fucked up my own life, so while the thought of doing the same thing to someone else had at first seemed appealing, it now stuck to me like mud that I couldn’t wash off.
I didn’t want to do it, and I’d been avoiding admitting that I’d taken her virginity to my ‘employer’ for weeks now, while secretly searching out every situation I could to get closer to her. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She was a drug I couldn’t, and didn’t, want to quit.
But I could only deflect for so long. Sooner or later, we’d be found out, whether because my ‘employer’ knew me too well, or because she told someone, or something else entirely. And then it would be all over, and I wouldn’t be the only one in this equation without a future.
I tossed the glass on the table, sending it nearly falling over the opposite edge. I’d lost my appetite for the alcohol. Frustration raged inside of me. Not only had I put myself in an impossible situation, but I’d dragged Cora down with me.
My hands rolled into fists. I needed to punch something, to scream… but what good would that do? I was getting up off the couch to grab my car keys and go for a drive just as I heard a beeping from somewhere in the apartment. It was my second line, the one I kept just to talk to my ‘employer’.
“Shit,” I murmured, finding the phone in the kitchen.
I unlocked it and the message that stared back at me made my blood run cold.
‘I know you’ve been lying to me.’
Cora, I thought.
I knew immediately she was in trouble. Grabbing my jacket, I threw on a pair of boots and ran out of the door, not even unlocking it behind me. I had to get to her as fast as possible. The way my gut twisted and my heart constricted in my chest, I was sure that I didn’t have a minute to spare.
I blazed through the town, running every traffic light and narrowly missing crashing a couple of times. When her house came into view, my knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. I just had to hope I wasn’t too late.
I ran out of the car and just as I got to the front door, it was thrown open in front of me. Cora ran past me, her face red with tears, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. Panties that I’d taken off of her once.
“Cora,” I hissed, trying to grab her as she went by. “What’s going on?”
“N-nothing,” she stammered, covering her face with her hands for a moment. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”
“I’m here because I have to be here,” I told her, resolve building in me.
I knew what I had to do now. Damn the consequences.
“CORA!” Alexander howled, running down the stairs.
It was time to face the fucking music.
Twenty-Six
Cora
I ran past Maddox, my eyes bleary with tears which I could barely see him through. He grabbed my arm and tried to stop me, but I tore myself out of his grip and howled my anger at the world. Alexander was hot on my trail, following behind me and shouting my name at the top of his voice.
I hated him. I needed to finally get the fuck away. No more waiting until college. I needed out, and I needed to do it right then and there.
"What the fuck is going on?" Maddox bellowed, and I felt the sudden need to be comforted by him, cuddle close to him and beg him to make me feel better.
I did just that, running into his arms and letting him take hold of me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer protectively while Alexander glared at us from the other end of the room.
I sobbed into his chest violently, like a dam was breaking. For a second, I thought I could never stop.
I still felt Alexander’s hands on me, lifting my shirt, pulling down my panties. Trying to shove his hand between my legs, telling me he wanted to see if I was ‘still shaven’ and to teach me how to ‘really stretch that cunt with a real cock’. Forcing his lips on mine, grabbing my breasts and holding me so tight that I couldn’t breathe.
My mind reeled, and so did my stomach. I had just been in the kitchen, trying to sneak a bowl of cereal upstairs to my room, when he caught me. The moment I saw him, I knew there would be trouble.
The way he looked at me spoke of a man possessed by lust. I’d never seen him look as dangerous as he did when he took in the sight of me, dressed in the t-shirt that I slept in and a pair of panties.
He wasn’t supposed to be up so early. He wasn’t supposed to see me. But he did.
And then he tried to do the unthinkable.
For most of my life, I had never known a father other than him, other than Alexander. This man who my mother had entrusted me with, who was supposed to protect and provide for me, tried to rape me on the kitchen floor of my home.
The bowl of cereal was still on the kitchen floor, the broken shards surrounded by spilt milk.
I didn’t know how I’d struggled free. I didn’t know how I’d made it to the front door. And I didn’t know why Maddox was here, but I wasn’t going to question it.
"I need to get away," I whispered, burying my head in his chest. "I need to get away from here, Daddy, please."
"Daddy?" Alexander roared. "You're calling that fucking prick Daddy now, you little bitch?"
The tears were flowing freely now, running down my cheeks and messing up my vision.
"Get the fuck away from her," Maddox growled when Alexander made a move toward me. "What the hell has happened? Did he try to hurt you, little thing?"
He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him, gently turning my face toward his own.
"You can tell me anything," he told me. "Anything, Cora, you know that, right?"
I nodded, a fresh flow of tears messing up my face.
“He tried to… he tried to-" I stammered, trying to find the words to describe what Alexander had done to me.
"What happened?" he asked me gently, and I sobbed into his hands.
Maddox’s eyes widened and at that moment, I think he understood exactly what had happened. I felt him tensing like a cobra about to strike, his hold on me tightening as he snapped his attention to Alexander.
"I'll tell you what fucking happened," Alexander yelled, coming toward us. "You're fucking messing with Cora's head is what happened. You've managed to convince her I'm the bad fucking guy in this scenario when I've done nothing but try to be a good father to her!"
"You're delusional if you think that's true," Maddox snapped and held me closer to his strong, hard body.
"You're the delusional one," Alexander said. "She's my fucking kid."
"Your fucking kid?" Maddox spat out.
He let go of me, pu
shing me behind his body so hard I nearly tripped.
"You mean the kid you've probably been trying to fuck since her mom passed away? The little girl you've hurt, humiliated, and tried to fuck every step of the way while doing so?
“You're fucking obsessed with her, Alex! Obsessed! You wanted her when she was a little girl, you've just been biding your fucking time, haven’t you?"
I peeked from behind him, the tears drying on my cheeks as I stared at the two men fighting. Could this really be true?
I guess I'd known for a while that Alexander's feelings for me weren't exactly fatherly. But today, he'd really crossed a line, and I knew we'd never be able to get back to the kind of relationship we'd had before.
Not that it was perfect, but at least I wasn't afraid of him trying something with me... Now, I was terrified.
Alexander took a step toward Maddox. I shrank into the background, pressing my body tightly against the wall and pretending I didn't even exist. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be invisible. I wanted to get the hell out of that fucking room.
I couldn't handle it any longer. The two of them roaring at each other, the memory of Alexander's eyes on my bare ass. The only man I'd ever loved trying to protect me from the monster that was my stepfather. He'd never be able to protect me. I was starting to realize Alexander would come after me any chance he had. He would never let another man have me, not like Maddox.
"You're staying away from her from now on," Maddox said. "You're not going to call her, or touch her, or fucking think about her, you dirty fucking pervert."
Alexander roared with laughter, saying, "Is that what I am now? What about you, pretty boy?"
Maddox's shoulders tensed, but I sprang forward, ready to defend him.
"He's done nothing but help me," I said angrily. "Help me, protect me and make me feel safe when all you wanted to do these past few years is fucking hurt me!"
"Shut the fuck up," Alexander told me. "You don't know shit, you stupid bitch."
"Don't call her that," Maddox roared. "Cora, get in my car and wait for me to finish up with this moron. Then I'm taking you home."
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