by Angela Blake
“Mmm…” was all I could say. I didn’t care about it anymore. I felt good. I felt like I was useful for once. He had all the fun in the world using me and that gave me a sense of accomplishment. The burning sensation from all my sore spots made me feel like a triumphant slut in his eyes and that’s all that mattered to me.
Daddy patted my head and then began to gently slide his middle finger in and out of my pussy. “Good girl. You may not know this but I tortured you for six hours straight.”
Six hours? Holy fuck, I was suspended that long?
He then shoved in a second finger and once again I was beginning to drown in the moment. I shut my eyes and just mumbled my moans out as I relished the pleasure he continually gave me.
“I’m going to take this off but you have to do one thing the moment I do. Keep your mouth open for me, slut,” he told me. I nodded back and he unstrapped the gag ball from my mouth and tossed it to the side. I opened my mouth and waited for him to make his next move.
Daddy slid his fingers into my pussy, soaking them as much as he could, and then shoved them into my mouth. I tasted myself and while it might sound like a strange thing to do I licked his fingers and suckled up all my juices, hoping it would appear as seductive as I thought it would be.
“Very good,” he praised me and I knew I made the right move. He repeated this over and over while his other hand began to work on my breasts, massaging them slowly and might I say with a hint of romance.
“D-daddy,” I started to call out to him when he finally stopped toying with my pussy and mouth. He just held me close to him, embracing me with his big and strong arms. “W-would you do me one favor?”
“What is it?”
I shed a single tear as the thought slipped into my mind. “Let’s n-never talk about Matt. If h-he were to see me the way I am n-now, it would break his heart.”
Daddy nodded and caressed me gently with his fingers. “Never again, I swear. He’s gone, baby, you’re daddy’s girl now.”
“M-my body hurts so badly,” I told him. “I feel so broken.”
“That’s because you are,” he replied. “Let’s see here; who owns you?”
“Daddy does.”
“What are you now?”
“Daddy’s slut.”
“When daddy is here, what do you do?”
“Spread my legs and open my mouth for daddy to use me in every way he wants.”
Daddy then gave me a kiss on my cheeks. “Very good. See, you’ve transformed with this experience. Now you’re really nothing more but my slave, my slut. You’re my little fuck whore and I will do anything I want to you and you will thank me for it.”
I knew deep inside that the words he spoke were true. I knew that I was no longer that innocent girl working at the mall, one who went out with the ideal young guy. I was a slut… I was his slut.
Speaking of working at the mall, I decided this was the right moment to talk to daddy about something other than just being his sex slave.
“There is one more thing I need to tell you, daddy,” I told him. He stood and picked me up, gently in his arms, and then carried me back upstairs. He laid me down on the couch, ran to the trailer to get a blanket of which he used to cover me and then got to work on lighting the fireplace.
When the logs started to cackle with flames he then sat down, his cock still stiff and throbbing, and placed a hand on my leg. “What is it?”
“Someone tried to hurt me before we met earlier,” I told him. “Remember how I work at that gothic-sex shop? Well, I quit today. I quit like minutes before we met at the mall. My boss had cameras in the shop and he knew I wasn’t wearing a bra and panties so he called me into his office, whipped out his cock and was trying to blackmail me to fuck him.”
That seemed to get him all riled up. I could see the anger burning as he grit his teeth and made a fist with his hand.
“No one toys with my slut,” he said. His wrath was beginning to seep into his very tone. “What’s his name?”
“David,” I told him. “What are you going to do, daddy?”
“I’m going to beat that little shithead. I would send someone to do the job for me but this case is special. He tried to fuck you and that doesn’t slide well with me.” Daddy was getting really agitated and he was beginning to shake in pure anger.
I cocked my head to the side and looked up at him with a confused frown on my face. “You’re going to beat him?”
“Nothing deadly,” he assured me. “I didn’t get to my position by killing people on a whim. No, it’s better to teach him a lesson and earn his respect or at least put some fear in him. I am going to break him just as I broke you… but whereas I taught you to surrender your body to me, I will teach him to surrender his business, his money and his future to me.”
That put a smile on my face.
I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on his lips. “Thank you so much, daddy. I really appreciate it. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he’d gotten to me.”
Giovanni Ricci gave me a soft hug and then made me a promise. “We’re going to stay here for the night. I want to let you rest and recover. The only job you have right now is to get your strength back from the beating I gave you and to use your talented little mouth and tongue to suck on me all night. In the morning we’re going to drive back and I am going to destroy that little shithead.”
I loved that idea. My mind went blank and I shut my eyes to finally get some rest.
***
I woke up several times during the ride back home but daddy was a little too busy to pay attention to me. I just kept my eyes closed and listened in on him making his plans on the phone. I didn’t know who he was talking to but it must have been some of his gangster soldiers.
“No, don’t go there right now,” he told whoever it was on the line. “Meet me at my place first. We’ll plan this out before striking because I want to do this myself. I don’t want someone else to look at that idiot’s face before he breaks. I want it to be me. I want him to know it was I he angered and that it is I that will rain down fury upon him.”
Daddy was on a path of vendetta against David. It made me a little worried but deep inside I really wanted that piece of shit to get what was coming for him. If they were going to kill him or something they better make it slow and painful because David was an asshole to every girl he met in that store. He deserved to burn in hell.
Now I knew daddy was the devil and he was going to make my dreams come true. David was going to pay for what he’d done.
Chapter Sixteen
Daddy didn’t drive me to my apartment. Instead, he drove me over to his manor and Richard got to work to get me some new clothes and some food. As I sat at the long dining table in the dining hall, Richard was fixing me up for a new job. I didn’t know what it was but I did hear daddy instruct him about fixing up something for me.
I finally got dressed in daddy’s room, settling for short shorts and a big, off-shoulder shirt. I let my hair flow behind me instead of tying it in a ponytail and put on a pair of pink and white sandals.
When I walked out into the main living room – there were three living rooms, if I wasn’t mistaken – and there I saw daddy sitting around the coffee table with three other men. All of them looked at least as old as he was. One of them looked a little older and was quite fat.
“You know it’s been a long while since you got your hands dirty,” the fat one said. “I don’t want to be so pessimistic or anything, boss, but I just want to point out that it’s been a while.”
“Antonio’s right, boss,” said one of the other men, a guy with a high-and-tight military haircut and a thick moustache. He was pretty tall and lean. “Let us do it, boss.”
Daddy shook his head and looked at all three. “You three… you have always been there for me ever since we were young. This empire of ours wouldn’t exist if you were not there to be my muscle, my heart and my mind when I had none. However, this time I must do this myself. Someone tried to ha
rm something that is precious to me and I will not let that slide. There are rumors in the streets that I have gotten old and weak. I will prove that I am still the vicious wolf of yesterday and that I have only gotten more powerful with age.”
All three then turned around as I walked into the living room. He greeted me with a smile and then hugged me as he sat me on his lap.
“Hello baby,” he greeted. He then pointed to the three, “Let me introduce you to Antonio, Lorenzo and Luca. Antonio here is my underboss; he will take over my business and the ‘family’ until I have a son who is willing to take up the responsibility for himself. Lorenzo and Luca are my caporegime. They are the generals of my army.”
He then hugged me tighter and introduced me to the three. “This, my friends, is Lily Hunter. She is my beloved. She is mine. You treat her like a Capo di tutti Capi as well. She commands the same amount of respect as I do, you all understand?”
All three nodded. Antonio reached for my hand and gave it a kiss. “Godmother.”
This is the first time I ever got to see daddy doing “business” and talking to his men. It was like a whole new world for me. I never got to see how the mob worked and here I was with the most powerful men this side of the planet. To say it was nerve-wracking would be an understatement.
“For one so lovely, I now understand why the boss is so angry,” Antonio then said. He looked at me then looked at daddy before he continued. “I now consent, boss. I understand. Madame Lily is not just some girl for a one-night stand or for… play sessions… no, she is a woman that has earned not only your desire but your respect. Thus, she has earned our respect as well. This David will get what is coming to him for the way he mistreated her.”
Luca agreed to this. He turned to daddy and said, “Do not worry, boss, we will be there with you. Anyone who tries to come in our way we will shoot them in the head with a shotgun. You will have your space to deal with this David as you see fit.”
I couldn’t believe they were planning all of this right in front of me. They were plotting how to get back at David! To make it even more intriguing, daddy was going to do it himself. He’s the goddamn mob boss, he probably had like a hundred or more hit men to do it but he was choosing to get his hands dirty… all for me. I couldn’t help but feel special.
***
It was already late in the afternoon when we got started. Daddy and eight of his men, including the three he introduced to me, got into several black vans and armed themselves with machine guns and pistols. I wanted to go with them but daddy didn’t let me. He told me to just sit at home and let Richard watch over me. I could still get a view of the events on the television; he was sure the media would cover the event as soon as it began.
Within a few more minutes they left and I was all alone to ponder on whether this was all worth it. Maybe I should have kept quiet about David but then again it would haunt me for the rest of my life.
“Madame, would you like a cup of coffee or some soft drinks?” Richard came asking as he entered the main living room. I was seated on the long couch, watching the news and waiting for an update.
“Huh? Oh, yes, some coffee would be nice,” I answered. I gave him a smile and he walked away into the kitchen. I could hear him working on the espresso machine but my attention diverted back to the television. I flipped through the channels until I found one where I could watch some local soap opera show since they had news updates every thirty minutes.
It didn’t take long for daddy’s “adventure” to get reported by the media.
“This just in,” said the male reporter. He looked very young, maybe just five or so years older than I was, and had neatly trimmed hair and a blue suit. “A group of armed men have stormed into the South Alton Mall and have attacked one of the establishments. According to our correspondents at the scene, this group allowed everyone but their specific target to evacuate.”
Daddy let everyone else go? That was good… it meant Stephanie was at least safe unless she already decided to quit as well. She did say she was going to quit.
“There are rumors that Giovanni Ricci, godfather of the Ricci crime family, is behind the attack and may even be there himself,” the reporter continued on as he listened to more information being fed to him through an earpiece. “This may even explain why the police have not yet responded to the incident.”
The police haven’t intervened yet? Was the chief of police also in daddy’s pocket? I know the local senator and the congresswoman are both under his influence but the police as well? My respect for my daddy grew even more. He had worked hard and for many years to achieve this level of power and it made me question why Matt wouldn’t want to get involved. Had he look at himself as such a clean, pure, high and mighty person?
Another thirty minutes passed but there were no updates. The only new piece of information was that the police have stated they do not interfere with the Ricci family and then the congresswoman came on to say she supports daddy’s “vigilantism against those who do us harm.” It appeared as if the media was painting daddy’s vendetta against David as some kind of heroic act instead of a crime.
It was already late at night when I got the last bit of information that I wanted to hear and to be honest, it was a little shocking. The reporter stated that David was not dead but had been “shot multiple times across his arms and legs” by the armed invaders.
Either way, David got what was coming to him and that was enough to make me happy. I wouldn’t argue with daddy about it. I would just soak in the triumph and move on, allowing myself to bask in the glory of becoming daddy’s little girl.
***
When daddy got home, he looked a little exhausted and a bit beaten. There were a few small cuts on his arm and he said they were from shattered glass. Other than that, however, he looked perfectly fine and he just carried on as if nothing happened.
“David is not going to bug you anymore,” he told me as he carried me up into his room. “If he does, I am going to start a war to make him suffer even more than he already has.”
“Thank you daddy,” I told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I do have one problem now, though. I don’t have a job.”
“Don’t you worry about that baby,” he assured me just as he opened the door to the room. He closed it behind us and then placed me down on his bed. Without waiting a second further he took off his clothes and let his cock dangle right in front of me. I didn’t have to wait for instructions and quickly got on my knees and began to suck on his tool, slobbering all over it like a hungry little slut. I loved how his cock began to stiffen in my mouth.
“Good slut,” he commended me. “Daddy will take care of you, I promise.”
Little did I know that the consequences of this day would come back to bite me so soon and so viciously.
Chapter Seventeen
For the next eight months I spent the rest of my days with daddy. He moved all my things into his manor and I spent my time micromanaging his household and his staff, taking care of all the business he was too busy to deal with. He often had to leave for days on end because he was opening a new casino and hotel along the East Coast, which meant I had to spend some days on my own or with Richard to deal with the businesses here.
It was on one of those slow, lazy days that things took a surprising turn.
I was out of the house, buying some new linen for the house, when I noticed a black van tailing me around. It was there, waiting across the street, when I was in the shops along the main city street and it was there again waiting when I dropped by the café for a drink and some cake.
“Daddy,” I texted him. “When are you coming back? I miss you.”
It took a few minutes before he managed to reply. “Where are you? I’m already back in town. I’ll pick you up later.”
That put a smile on my face. I knew daddy was going to have some fun fucking me like a madman the moment he got me all alone in his room.
“Come here then daddy, I’ll wait for you in the
Red Victory Hotel,” I texted back. “I’ll text you which room number I get.”
“That’s my kind of bitch,” he replied.
I laughed inside and hurriedly walked to the hotel. Fortunately, it was just in the middle of town and not too far from the shopping center. I didn’t need Richard or any other of daddy’s boys to drive me there.
The Red Victory Hotel was a really glamorous establishment and even I felt a little sheepish walking in. The lobby was so huge and it looked like everything was made of glass, ebony and gold. There was just a certain level of audacity to how spectacular everything was designed in this hotel. Everyone that came here was some sort of celebrity, gangster or politician. I felt a little odd walking in but then I saw the other “slut wives” of some other prominent figures in town and breathed a sigh of relief. At least I wasn’t the only baby doll here.
I walked up to the receptionist, a tall, old wiry of a man. “Hello, I’d like to get a suite, please.”
He gave a look and then raised an eyebrow. After a few seconds he shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. We don’t cater to just anybody, ma’am, but only to our most privileged clients.”
For a moment I didn’t know if I should be angry or just plain hurt. Did I really look like a cheap nobody? Well, that had to change. There was absolutely no way I was going to let him step all over me like that.
“Excuse me?” I raised my tone a little bit. I then put a finger down on the log sheet he had on the table. “I’m Giovanni Ricci’s girl.”
Almost instantly there was a shift in the wind and the wiry old man straightened up. He looked at me once more, this time with a tint of nervousness and uncertainty merging on his face, and he then picked up the landline and dialed a number.
I stood and waited as he called. After a moment someone must have answered because he then greeted “Hello?”
