by Celia Crown
I’m not going to let her go, she will have to crawl out of my cold, dead arms.
She finds a new spot by turning her legs inside mine and loop her tiny arms around my waist, laying her head on my shoulder as she leaves the book on the desk.
“I know I’m not smart like Helena or strong like Daddy, but you can’t leave either. I can’t hold you, I have noodle arms.”
I’m not too unreasonable to not let her make demands, and this adorable order will be the one that I uphold alongside our wedding vows.
“I never plan on leaving you. Everything I own belongs to you.” I tell her, clearly trying to lodge in her mind that my choice to marry her isn’t an instantaneous decision.
We would stay marry for the rest of our lives.
That goes over her head as she crinkles her eyebrows, “I can’t take all of Daddy’s stuff, and what am I going to do with a horse stable? You have that right? Oh, and politics. No, no, politics scares me. It’s so boring.”
“You wouldn’t know the first thing about running a kingdom,” I remark plainly.
She nods, feeding my ego with her agreement. “See, Daddy is smarter, you know how to do these complicated meetings. I don’t look scary enough to get people to listen to me.”
My cheeky Mina thinks she’s going to get away with insulting me, “I look scary, is that what you’re going with, little girl?”
She ducks her head, ears red with embarrassment as she scratches my shirt. “N-no, Daddy is scary, but I like it. Like how you can look at someone with a death stare, but then you look at me differently.”
I lift her chin up, “How differently?”
“Like I’m a princess.” she meekly smiles, blue eyes rounding with shining naivety.
“B-but maybe I’m wrong.” Mina’s eyebrows curl insecurely.
I lean down, kissing the doubts away from her mind. I can guarantee that she has grown up with everyone telling her that a peasant girl will never be a princess, and she would be the ugly duckling soon to be abandoned.
It could explain why she listens and does with everything I say.
“My little girl, my princess, and my queen.”
Mina happily kisses me back.
Chapter Seven
Mina
There is one rule Daddy insist that I follow.
In our bedroom, I am to never wear panties. He said that he wants no barrier between him and my little pussy, he wants direct access between my thighs whenever he sees me, which the rule goes into the second one and that is to never wear pants.
His wardrobe is filled with dresses, skirts, and beautiful flowing materials. There are so many options to choose from that I had to admire all the beautiful colors bombarding my eyes when Daddy smacked the door to his wardrobe open. It was like looking into a book of fairy tales, magical and so breathtakingly stunning.
It’s hard to believe that they are mine.
They aren’t the only things that are colorful. My jewelry surrounds the vanity mirror elegantly, each piece is an art form and I rarely touch them since it would destroy their aesthetics. I work all hours when I was with the Ennis family, and earrings would get in the way.
Then, the other colorful garments would be my panties.
I dig around them to find a pair to slip on, I never coordinate them to match my bra as I have no reason to think it would come in useful. That was before Daddy, I want to look good for him. Maybe he will touch me again like our first night, he gave me no mercy when he played with my little pussy and I didn’t need it either since I wantonly rocked my hips to his face.
Thinking back is so embarrassing.
I pull on a fresh pair of panties and pat down my dress, I curl my toes onto the carpeted floor and twirl in the full-length mirror. Taking my shoes, I slip them on and darts out the bedroom. Daddy had been in his main office all day, planning and talking to people about the venue for the wedding.
I had just finished my conversation with Helena, we talked about some gossip around the Ennis castle and what her wedding to Sir Frederick would be. She doesn’t want to be married, but it’s her duty to be the next leader as her parents want to retire.
I know I'm supposed to tell Daddy when I leave the room, but I need to ask him about the market in the city. It’s a little shop of trinkets and I want to go look for a present to make for Helena’s wedding.
It’s a month away, but I like to be prepared.
Just as I am about to make it to the corner, a man in a white and blue uniform comes out while being escorted by another man in the same uniform and a maid of the Sosis household.
The man I laid eyes on turns to me with the identical color of my eyes.
I stop breathing.
Something about this man makes the hair on my neck raise, at this point, I’m unsure as to how to proceed with the abrupt eye contact we have. Helena tells me that my eyes are a shade of blue too light to be a normal recessive gene, and it’s a rarity that makes me for who I am.
That nagging thought gets pushed aside, I don’t want to tap into that part of my brain where I have given up trying to find reasons for.
Dad, a wisp of whisper puffs.
No, stop, don’t think that.
“Are you Mina?” the man asks.
I peer at him silently, my shoulders tense in anxiety.
“I’m—”
Daddy’s large frame rounds the corner, my eyes automatically follow him as he steps in front of me. My shoulders ache, his big hands wrap me securely in his arms as I breathe in his scent.
He’s here, and I’m safe. Daddy won't let anything happen to me.
“He’s no one,” Daddy murmurs in my ear, kissing me on the cheek. “Go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”
I nod, no need to tell me twice as the man’s blue eyes are gone from staring at me. It’s a hawk’s gaze that rips my body into a frenzy, I can’t describe the uncomfortable feeling I have just by being near him for seconds.
“I am your father, Mina.”
My breath shudders, a pained noise rolls from my trembling lips. Daddy’s arms tighten around me, the resonance of his growl lowers in a baritone snarl.
Deny, deny. My brain closes all my sense to focus my attention on Daddy, he’s the only thing grounding me to reality with this unbelievable situation.
He can’t be my father. Can he?
His eyes are a mirrored color of mine and I have seen mine for the last eighteen years. I have wanted to know what happened to him for those years, wondering why he didn’t want me or why he never bothered to call if he’s alive.
A part of me thought he was dead, but the hopeful part of me wanted to have a family that I have blood relations too.
“Escort them out.” Daddy’s voice barks, shielding me from the sunlight and the two men in uniform.
There are heavy boots on the ground, trudging away from us and disappointment fills me.
Did he not want to meet me, or talk to me? Why isn’t he putting up a fight to see his daughter?
I whimper.
He doesn’t want me. Of course he doesn’t want me. He never saw me even during birth, he has no feelings for me other than that his sperm created half of me. My heart hurts, naivety got the best of me. I truly believed that one day I would get to meet him if he wasn’t dead and we would reconnect as a family, and maybe have dinner together.
I sniff, bringing back the tears that are rolling around in my eyes.
Daddy puts his arm under my knees and lifts me up, a princess-carry for me. I bury my face in his neck and swallow down the sob, it sounds too wet in my ear and Daddy would definitely know that I’m crying.
I’m a big girl, tears are not for big girls.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, a teardrop falls on my forearm and drips down to Daddy’s warm neck.
He rumbles, “You have nothing to be sorry for, little girl.”
A hiccup jolts me, tears come tumbling down and I’m useless to stop them. Daddy’s heavy steps bring us to his main offi
ce, I know it by the smell of freshness that’s the opposite of the bedroom. Daddy used to spend so much time here that his smell is a part of the signature things in here.
He sits down on his chair with me in his lap, I look up and expect to see the stubbles on his face, but it’s his dark eyes that take me in. I smooch his strong jaw and squeeze my body closer, I would become one with Daddy if I can. Then, he can shield me from these negative feelings.
“Stop crying,” Daddy demands, “It hurts me to see you like this.”
“But—” I sniff, swallowing down the lump in my throat.
“Wipe your tears.”
I do as he says, unwinding my arms around his neck and dry the excessive tears with the back of my hands.
“Good girl,” he praises.
“Mm,” I nod, “Daddy’s good girl.”
It makes me feel better saying it.
“Do you want to know why he was here?” it doesn’t sound like a question, but I nod either way.
I need to know.
“He made a proposal,” Daddy said.
I furrow my brows, rubbing the last bit of tears from my lashes.
“His proposal was that I either let you go with one of his subordinates and you would get a relationship with your father, or you marry me and he will never see you again.”
My eye widens at the preposterous proposal. It’s not fair, so not fair that I can’t have both. I want to marry Daddy and have a relationship with my father, but life isn’t fair to anyone.
“W-what did you say, Daddy?”
I fear for his answer, even I don’t know how to choose.
“I want what is best for my little girl,” Daddy said, “We will get married.”
I stutter, “O-oh.”
“Were you thinking of something else?” he inquires, no anger or disappointment in his eyes and I breathe a relieved sigh.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“He is not a fit father.”
I argue back lightly, “You don’t know that.”
“He’s making you choose, little girl, what kind of father would use his only bargaining chip to get his own daughter to give up her happiness to marry a nameless soldier.” Daddy explains, and he has a good point in his counter.
Why does he have to be so sensible, I mentally huff.
I’m too confused, all I could say is an unsophisticated sentence. “Daddy, what?”
“Marry?” I squeak, wet lashes hitting my eyes at how fast they’re moving.
“He knows that I will not attack the northern territories if you married into their kingdom. He wants security for the nation he resides in.”
“Oh…” I mumble sadly, lowering my eyes as I try to digest all this new information.
“So, he doesn’t want me?”
He shakes his head, no pity in his eyes and I shouldn’t expect any from him. Daddy is a man of many things, being impractical with trivial emotions isn’t one of them.
“He isn’t worth your tears.” calloused thumb wiping the fresh trail of tears running down my cheeks.
“I will love you a thousand times more.”
Happiness blooms in my heart, my tummy does these flips when Daddy looks at me with those intense eyes. It’s like he wants to eat me up; he’s the big bad wolf and I’m the little piggy with the straw house.
“Stand up,” he commands, my body jerks to action and he lifts me on his desk while yanking my panties down to my knees.
The dress flips to my tummy and I pull them down as he stuffs my panties into a desk drawer, my face burns so hotly.
“Show me your wet pussy, little girl.” Daddy parts my thighs and I lift the bottom of the dress to cover my nose.
Daddy’s hot tongue licks my juices, nudging on my small hole. I fall back onto the desk and squeals, shivers wracking my body as Daddy’s thick fingers breach my opening with one smooth stroke inside.
He closes his mouth around the little button and sucks harshly, my hips buck hungrily. Then, Daddy stops. I whine pitifully for him, whining at the loss of pleasure as he unbuckles his pants to let his heavy cock hang freely. My jaw twitches, memories flood in my mind as my mouth involuntarily waters.
He traps his hard shaft between my pussy and presses down on my sensitive clit. I mewl throatily, Daddy starts a pace that’s bringing constant sparks in my eyes as my clit rolls with his thrusts.
Daddy holds onto my indecisive hips, making the decision for me to wet his cock with my pussy juices. My puffy lips massage his thickness, and Daddy rocks his hips like he is really making love with me.
He goes faster, mimicking what he would really do if he were to be inside right now and I want him to be. I want to feel the stretch of his big cock pounding in my small pussy, he would be too big for me because when he rolls my clit to the base, I can see the tip going to my bellybutton and it excites me.
Daddy grunts, deeply and very huskily. I bite my lips, touching my breasts and my nipples scrape on my bra. I wish to free them and let them bounce with Daddy’s strokes, but he didn’t give me permission to do it and I’m too shy to ask him.
One hard rut tugs firmly on my little button lock my body in a sensation of never-ending lust as I cry his name, the orgasm climbed too fast and too high or me to stop it.
“D-Daddy, please. Inside? I want to feel you inside me.” I beg him, it’s driving me crazy.
Daddy would surely break me in half with his big cock, but I need to feel him splitting my tiny walls and take me like a wild animal. I know he can do it, he has the power in his muscles to make that happen.
“No,” he grunts, thrusting quicker as I see a little break in his resolve in between my hazy gaze and hiccupping moans.
“I won’t take your cunt until the wedding,” Daddy growls, taking the heavy weight off my clit and soaked slits to fist his girth with his palm.
“Daddy—” I whine, pouting with big doe-eyes.
“Don’t make this harder, little girl.” he grunts, pushing the head of his cock to my opening.
It’s not exactly in, but I feel something big just at the ring of my tight muscle. Daddy growls, grumbling hissing low in this throat as he twists his hand faster. I’m mesmerized by the expanding thickness and the angry red color as Daddy roar loudly. A rapid stream of hotness flows in my pussy and I squeak in surprise. It’s so hot and some splatters onto my thighs and around my puffy lips.
I reach down and touch the stickiness, rubbing them between my fingers and sucking them into my lips. I hum in blissfulness, Daddy tastes good.
“You are testing my patience, little girl.”
Daddy’s big cock jerks, I lick my lips.
“Can I taste, Daddy?”
Chapter Eight
Leon
Ever since the incident with the father issue, Mina has been thinking a lot. She would space out, staring into nothing with her big eyes glossing over. She is hiding something from me and I have a good idea of what the underlying problem is.
She still can’t let go of the fact that she is a bargaining chip between two nations, I refuse to let her fall into the grasp of that foolish man who is the sperm donor.
When Mina asks me to set up one meeting with her father, she promised me that one meeting would determine what she would do. Whatever she chooses, we will proceed with our wedding.
She is mine, but in two days, she will be mine legally.
I want her heart to rest with her final decision, but she is too distracted to be truly happy. The moment I know two soldiers from the northern territories are on my land, I just knew they come with trouble and I didn’t expect this much disruption as it caused confusion and distress to my little girl.
How fucking dare them.
If Mina wants a meeting, then she will have to have it with me because I’m not trusting. Mina would get ambushed by lies and fancy words, guilt-tripping her to marrying some damned brat. I will be there to cease her decision-making, everything will go through me and they will not convince me to let he
r go.
I have no problem locking her up in our bedroom.
Being softened by Mina is not a shocking fact, she brings the gentle beast in me to care for her and protect her delicate body with my harder and muscled one. I will take any blade, any stone thrown at her. My little girl has tender skin, sharp instruments would claim their mark on her beautiful body, but she is more fragile at heart. A little girl inside and out, and I know that she would take insults to the heart.
“Thank you for meeting me.” there’s a pause in Mina’s voice as she has no idea what title she should address her father, the man who hasn’t bothered to see her since birth.
“Of course,” a pleasant smile plays coyly on the man’s lips.
This is a neutral area, no one has claimed over this small city as it is a solo nation without protection from bigger nations. The leader of the city had been generous to give us space and privacy to get the business done, however, he gave us one-hour time limit as we have guards surrounding the place.
Mina squirms in my lap, unable to come up with a thing to say. The man beside her father is a man going by the name of Peter Phillips, a young man too out of his elements to have any authority in this meeting.
“How are you?” the father said, his name is another one I familiarize myself with.
Conner O’Rourke. A fleet commander in the Northern Kingdom, working directly under the King as one of his advisors.
“I-I’m okay.” Mina picks at her shirt.
I had her change into jeans and a shirt, I don’t need these men’s wandering eyes going to my little girl’s creamy thighs. The tight jeans show off her slim legs, lean and toned from all the years of working and not eating properly. I had half the mind to go off on the Ennis heiress about not taking care of Mina, she should at least get adequate food when she’s working her ass off for the woman to have a clean place to sleep.
Mina eats everything I tell her to, stuffing her stomach fuller than she can eat. She eats more and more, finishing her food like a good girl unlike the first dinner we had together. She barely ate anything, and whether she was grown up not eating much as she was a servant or she is too overwhelmed with the whole thing.
