by Quell T Fox
To be with someone for years, to have a daughter that is nineteen that you just forget about and lie to?
It doesn’t seem right. Not only does it piss me off, but it actually hurts.
It puts an ache right in my chest and I hate it.
I’ve never really had anyone my entire life and mostly I’ve been okay with it. I don’t mind being by myself and doing my own thing. I guess I learned how to at a young age, but sometimes it gets tiring. Sometimes you just want someone to lean on. And sure, I can call people. I have Izzy, I can call Jace, and I know I can call Michael now, but how much do I mean to them?
Because that’s what this comes down to.
What would they do if I never talked to them again? Jace is busy with his mother, and would maybe try to reach out every now and then. Michael would move on to the next girl, though I’m sure he’d think about me sometimes. Izzy would probably blow up my phone and threaten me, but she’d get over it too.
I’ve never had anyone put me first. Care about me more than anything.
I’ve never had anyone really, truly love me.
Is that a lot to ask?
Mom has always had her job, Jonathan had mom… at least, I thought. Jace was one of my good friends, but he always had his mom to worry about. I don’t know shit about my own dad. And when I moved to college, I got stuck with an amazing roommate.
But she has Ivan.
Everyone has someone, but me.
Even now that Jonathan and Mom broke up, he has his bar.
He has something.
I have nothing.
Not a fucking thing.
I drag myself up from the couch and head upstairs to my room. I take time packing all of my things, knowing exactly what I need to do. It takes me longer than it should, but I only have one hand. Once everything is packed tightly into my bags, I straighten up my room. Then I call an Uber and lock the house up as I leave.
I wonder how long it’ll take Mom to notice I’m gone.
Chapter 26
Jonathan
It’s been three damn days and she hasn’t answered me. Even if I don’t believe she meant what she said, she needs to figure this out on her own.
Charlotte isn’t a middle-aged woman who has experienced life and knows what she wants. She’s a nineteen year old young woman who is just finishing up her first year of college. She’s barely lived, barely experienced a thing. I can’t force her into anything and even if I could, I wouldn’t do that to her. She needs to make her own decisions, including her own mistakes.
No matter what, I’ll be here to pick up the pieces, though.
Because I can’t let her go.
She’s barely spent any time in her room over these last few days and I fear it’s because she knows I’m watching. I know she’s home because I’ve driven by more than once. I see her silhouette walk by the windows when the sun is down. I watch her sometimes, too. I sit in my car across the street and stare towards the windows, convincing myself to not interfere, to not go in.
I always told Allison she should buy blinds, even offered to do so myself but she didn’t want them.
Guess it doesn’t matter now.
She’s moving in with her fancy new boyfriend. The doctor.
She’s selling the house.
I’m not jealous as much as I am angry.
But not for me.
I’m angry for Charlotte and the shit she’s been handed in life.
I want to make everything better for her but I don’t know how to do that without telling her exactly what to do. She’s a wild one who doesn’t want to be tamed, I can see that.
These games we play, I love them. Fuck, I miss watching her touch herself, be touched by someone else. I miss teasing her or seeing the way her mouth drops open when I stroke my cock for her. The soft sounds she makes…
But I guess that game is over. At least, until she figures out what the fuck she wants.
Part of me hoped this would turn into something more, but I’m an idiot for having thought that. She’s so young. Even if she does have stronger feelings for me than what she’s letting on, why would she choose to settle down now?
Why the fuck did I think a nineteen year old would be wanting to make a life with someone twice her age when I only settled down a little over three years ago myself?
It hurts my fucking heart and tears at my soul knowing she’ll end up with someone else.
I fear if I let her go now, that’s what will happen.
I don’t want her with anyone else. I want her with me.
She is fucking mine.
I’m torn between letting her make her own mistakes and risking losing her, or making her realize what she has in front of her, and risking her resenting me for it later on… this is an impossible choice to make. I know she’s young and she needs to learn. Truthfully, I only think I’m where I am today because I made mistakes and learned from them. But the primal part of me that lingers deep makes me want to steal her away and make the choice for her. I know she wants this and I think she’d make the right choice in the end, but I’m impatient. I don’t want to wait for her to figure it out.
Something builds in me, swirling around in my chest.
Why have I become so weak?
Her words run through my mind.
Just a game, remember?
Fuck you, it’s just a game. This isn’t a fucking game, this is my life. She is my life.
Charlotte is mine.
I grab my keys off the counter and head out the door. Three days without seeing my beautiful girl is three days too long. At this point, I don’t give a fuck how much she resents me in the future, we can handle it. Fuck, we can handle anything. I’ll make sure of it.
When I pull up to the house, there are no lights on. I figure she must be sleeping so I take the hideaway key from under the rock on the side of the house and let myself in. The house is quiet and I have the feeling that the house is empty.
When I do a sweep of the downstairs and find no one, I go upstairs. I know she isn’t in her room because I’ve been watching the camera like a hawk. Even when I’m at work I’m checking it constantly.
But when I walk in, I find her things gone. Everything she packed and brought here is gone. The only thing remaining is her sweet scent. I rush to the closet and pull the doors open. The suitcase that I became quite familiar with while spending time in here is gone.
She left.
I walk over to the bookshelf and pull my phone from my pocket. I open up the app that allows me to see the camera feed from wherever I am, and even though I’m standing right in front of it, it isn’t picking me up. All I see is the layout of her room.
“Son of a bitch.”
I pick up the picture frame and turn it over. There is a note stuck to the back.
Jonathan,
I’ll never be what you need. You deserve more.
Love, your sweet girl.
I crumple the note in my hand before I realize what I’m doing. I quickly unclench my fist and smooth the paper out, folding it neatly and sliding it into my pocket.
I don’t care how far I have to go for this girl, she will be mine.
Chapter 27
Charlotte
It’s late when I get back to campus, the dorms are still mostly empty, I barely hear a sound. There aren’t many kids who stay behind during the summer. And even if they do, they won’t be here. Likely choosing to spend the hot summer nights by the beach.
I wave to Jorge, the night guard, as I enter my building. I go to the elevator and hit the button. The lights above the door flash as it descends to the ground floor. It pauses on the second floor before it goes back up. I groan at having to wait even longer for this stupid elevator. There really should be more than one.
I am tired and exhausted. My body aches from sitting down for so long. When I left this morning, I was not expecting to spend the entire day in the airport.
I knew there’d be a small wait, but six hours is a little much
. I had nothing to do, so I sat around and napped, waiting until my flight was ready to board.
Finally the elevator reaches the ground floor and dings, the doors sliding open. I step onto it, pressing the button for the fourth floor.
I pull the key out of my pocket and let myself into my room.
It’s pitch black and I can’t see a thing, so I keep the door open. We didn’t leave any lights on and Izzy won’t be back until the start of school. The dorm rooms here aren’t very big. It fits both of our twin sized beds comfortably, along with our desks and a dresser each. There are two small closets that are stuffed to the max with clothes, shoes and boxes we’ve still yet to unpack. Two small windows are against the far wall with the shades pulled down, both with a sheer, light blue curtain.
I’m just now realizing how sad our room looks. It lacks any personalization. Neither of us taking—or having—the time to make it our own. Thinking back to my mother’s house I’m hit with a pang of sadness. I hadn’t known how much I wanted to be there until I went back. Hell, until right now. That house holds memories. And she’s getting rid of it. Selling it without a second thought. Like it doesn’t even matter.
I drop my bags onto the bed and flip on the light. But when I turn around to shut the door my heart practically jumps out of my chest.
“What are you doing here?” I ask in a whisper, looking to the hallway, my hand placed over my chest. There are not supposed to be visitors at this time. How long has he been waiting in my room? And how the hell did he get in here?
Jonathan gets to his feet, having been sitting on Izzy’s bed, and strides towards me with slow, sure steps. He pauses to shut the door before turning towards me. Dark grey slacks, a white button up… the man is delicious.
“You ran away from me, sweet girl.” He reaches his hand out to cup my cheek. “I can’t let you get away with that.”
His hand slides down the column of my neck slowly. I could get away from him, but I don’t. I choose to stay and see what he has to offer. His fingers squeeze around my throat, and I can barely breathe. He gets close to my face. “I told you that you were mine. I told you that you would be punished for any transgressions. Did you think leaving me would change that?” He squeezes tighter as I fight for air, my hands clawing at his wrist. “Did you?”
I try to shake my head since I can’t speak. This should frighten me, right? This man somehow managed to get here before I did, got past security, ended up in my room, and is now choking me.
But fuck, my panties are so wet.
He brings his lips to my ear. “Get. On. The. Bed.” He pushes me with the hand that’s against my throat, releasing me, but I catch myself so I don’t fall. He takes a step closer. “Now,” he growls. I take a step back and sit on my bed, looking up at him. He gets down on his knees, face to face with me. “Oh, Charlotte, we’re done with the games, got it? When I say get on the bed,” he grips my hips and spins me so I’m now facing the bed, palms flat on the mattress with my feet on the floor. My wounded hand stings but I do my best to not put weight on it. “I mean ass up.” His arm slides around my waist, hoisting me up the rest of the way as if I weigh mere pounds.
His hands slide down my hips and over the curve of my ass.
“So fucking beautiful.” He says the words slowly. “I’m going to take this pussy now, Charlotte. Because it’s mine. It belongs to me. The games are done, it’s time for the real fun. Got it?”
I don’t say anything and I expect him to chastise me for it. I’m panting and my heart is thundering.
He yanks my leggings and panties down, my bare ass now on full display for him.
“This perfect fucking ass… yes, this will be mine too.” After what feels like forever, he’s dragging a finger along the top of my ass crack and then down the center. “Maybe not tonight, but it will be. Have you ever given someone your ass before, Charlotte? You better hope I like the answer.”
I pull in air quickly, feeling dizzy at how worked up I am.
“Yes.” I say it quietly, almost ashamed.
“Sweet girl…”
Crack.
The slap of his hand against my ass is so sharp that I’m sure they heard it all the way downstairs in the lobby. I bite down on the bed, trying to keep myself quiet.
“That just won’t do.”
Crack.
He does it again and it fucking stings, but I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs. His finger drags up the inside of my thigh, running along the wet drips, smearing them into my skin. He brings his now wet finger to my clit, over my pussy, and rests it on the other hole. The one he is so angry about. I’m aching and needy.
“I’ll just have to make sure I take them all. How does that sound?”
“G-good.”
“Not tonight, though. No, I don’t want to rush it. Tonight, this pussy will be mine. The rest will wait.”
The blood rushes through my body, my veins pumping with adrenaline as I wait for him to do something. I cry out when he slaps my ass again, tears burning in my eyes. Fuck, it hurts but it feels so good.
“You’re going to take my cock in this tight pussy. You’re going to come all over it, and I’m going to erase every memory you have of other men. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I say as he slides a finger over my slit, brushing against it slightly. His other hand is still resting on my ass, his finger dancing around the hole.
“After tonight, Charlotte, it’s just us. Just you and me. No more Michael, no more other boys from school. No more Mom.” I shiver at his words. He leans over my back, his warm body pressed against mine, his hot thickness pressing against me. His hand slides around my neck slowly as he grips my chin and pulls it up. He whispers in my ear, “But I expect you to call me Daddy still.”
He pulls back, tugging my shirt up but not removing it. His fingers trail down my spine, and rest on my hip. The sound of his zipper being undone has me clenching, needing to feel him. I wait for more clues of him getting undressed but there are none. Soon enough, he’s at my entrance, the head of his thick cock pushing forward. He pulls away and I groan at the loss, my fingers digging into the blankets furiously and I’m met with a sharp ache as I remember my hand is still healing, but I ignore it. His husky laugh fills the air. I want to yell and swear at him. I want him to leave, but more, I want him to stay. I want him to do everything he’s said. I want him to fuck me so good that nothing and no one else matters.
“Tell me this is all a game and I’ll leave right now. Walk out this door and never talk to you again.”
I can’t do that because I’d be lying. I don’t want to lie to him.
“Say it, Charlotte. This is your final chance. I’ll leave if you tell me to.”
“No,” I say quietly.
“Then tell me, sweet girl,” he says softly. “I want to hear the words leave those perfect lips. Tell me and I will give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” He leans forward pressing gentle kisses along my spine, brushing his thumb along them as he goes.
I push back the tears, believing every word he is saying to me. I know he would do anything and everything for me. I saw it every time he looked at me, but I especially saw it that night in the hospital. This has never been just a game with us. Never. I should have accepted it sooner. I didn’t want to accept it, so I ignored it.
“This isn’t a game to me. Not anymore.” I say the words he wants to hear. I want to say more, spill my entire heart out to him but now isn’t the time.
“No, baby.” He lines up again, his cock pressing at my entrance. He slides in so slowly, filling me up and fuck does it feel perfect. He is perfect. “It’s never been just a game.”
Chapter 28
Charlotte
He pulls out painstakingly slow. My pussy aches and drips for him. For his hands, his mouth, his cock. Anything and everything he is willing to give me. I’ll take it all.
He slides back in, grinding against me as his hips meet the flesh of my ass. Sliding his hand up
my back, he fists my hair and yanks my head back, pulling me up to my knees. I rest my head back on his shoulder as he releases my hair, his mouth going to my neck, his cock still buried deep inside of me. He isn’t moving, but every pulse and throb can be felt.
His hand finds my stomach, dragging his fingers up until he reaches the underside of my breast, squeezing his fingers under my bra he pulls it up, allowing my breasts to hang free, my nipples instantly perking up.
“Every inch of you is perfect,” he breathes into my ear, dragging his tongue back down the column of my throat, stopping at my thrumming vein, where he begins to nip at my skin. “Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.”
I reach behind me and tug at his shirt. He may have his cock in me, but he’s still fully dressed. I want to feel his skin against mine more than anything. “Take this off, let me feel you,” I beg.
He laughs huskily. “You want me to pull my cock from this pussy?” He grinds his hips into me, earning himself a moan that I can’t hold back.
“No, but…”
“But what, baby? Tell me. Tell Daddy what you want.” His teeth latch onto the spot where my neck meets my shoulder and he sucks, sending tingles all through me.
“Nothing between us. All of you,” I murmur.
“Anything you want, sweet girl.” The flat of his palm presses against my back and he pushes me forward. Landing on my hands again, I lower myself to my forearms, wiggling my ass against him, once again feeling that delicious pulse of his cock within me.
He groans deeply, pulling out just the slightest bit before slowly pressing back in. I feel in his movements that he’s removing his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. I hear it drop to the floor and then he’s tearing the other one over his head.
