by Celia Crown
I had her checked with a health specialist and got a nutritionist to help Mina get back to a better health style.
“I know I have been a terrible father,” Conner sighs solemnly, the hot cup of green tea steams in front of him.
Mina stays stiffly on my lap, I rub her thighs under the table to soothe her frayed nerves. She steals my moving hand and locks them in hers, squeezing and shaking in anxiousness. She has nothing to fear as I am her protection, her shield to knock down threats that pose harm to her.
“I was poor and I didn’t know how I could take care of you when Raine passed away, and I was afraid that you would never forgive me for taking away your mother.” Conner sighs, eyes darkening in clouded regret.
“I thought that maybe if I could find a better job, then I would be able to support you. You deserve more than cold bread and dirty water, I want to get enough money for you to grow up comfortably.”
Mina trembles in my chest, meekly asking the question she had asked me. “Why didn’t you come back?”
“Oh, sweet girl,” the man smiles sadly, “I wanted to, but I was so ashamed.”
She cocks her head in confusion, I silently watch their interaction and gauging on the unspoken colonel. Emotions flickering in his eyes, Phillips drinks the cup of water in two gulps. A nervous tick comes on the corner of his mouth, I narrow my eyes in suspicion.
“Shamed of me?” Mina whimpers with a small wet hiccup.
Conner shakes his head frantically, “Oh, no, never you. Never you, I would never be ashamed of you. I was ashamed of myself. I worked and worked, and the next thing I know, it’s been eight years. I spent more time believing you hate me for abandoning you, for making you think you’re an orphan.”
Mina jerks in my lap, “No, never! I don’t hate you!”
Conner smiles gratefully, “Oh, thank you, sweet girl.”
He takes his teacup and sips, “I wish I made more effort to see you, but things have been so bad at home.”
The word ‘home’ sets Mina on edge, she freezes and shrinks back to me as I curl my arms protectively around her. Home is not Ennis or with Mina, but his home is in the Northern Kingdom. Mina must feel so conflicted because her only familial member called a different place home when she and her mother had been in Ennis for years and it’s their home over there.
I can hear Mina’s thoughts as she is too predictable. She thinks that he would rather be in the North and call that home than make an effort to connect with Mina. If he is really worried and really wanted to reconnect with his daughter, he would have done everything in his power to get some message across that he is alive and that he would want his daughter back.
“I-is everything okay?”
Bleeding heart Mina gets caught in the net of deception, but I haven’t. I let the conversation flow with the lies Mina is eating up, maybe they are lies or maybe they aren’t because Conner is good. He is good at making words form in a way that gets a reaction from Mina.
“Our nation is hurting, and civilians are trying to overthrow our king. He doesn’t have many manpower left, we are being surrounded by angry civilians who think that our nation is corrupted by greed. I thought I could ask King of Sosis for help, but...” Conner purses his lips, smiling distressingly sad at Mina who leans forward.
She’s buying every single word.
“Is that why you want me to marry into the North?” she asks.
Conner nods jerkily, “I know it sounds bad, and I didn’t want our first meeting to be like this. I wanted to get to know you and maybe hope for our relationship to be better in the future, but this looming threat is dire, and it needs immediate attention.”
Mina laces her fingers in mine.
“I thought that you could marry my boy Peter here.” he gestures to the man beside him, “Once the trouble settles, you could divorce and go your own ways. It’s just the support from Ennis East would be a great help.”
My beautiful girl is speechless, I squeeze her hand to let her know that I’m still here and I will help her as soon as she says those words. I should never underestimate how strong my little girl is, she returns my grasp with a firm grip that she is still mentally sane and not overly emotional.
“But, I’m marrying Leon,” Mina said.
My chest puffs up in pride, I would purr at her declaration if it’s not for the gleam in Conner’s eyes.
“Oh, I see,” he dejectedly whispers.
Mina falls for it.
“Leon could help you!” she spins around her head and looks up at me with big doe-eyes.
“Can’t you?”
I love her blue eyes, it’s light and goes hypnotizingly big. I hate the same shade on Conner’s eyes, it’s like good and evil split cleanly between father and daughter. They are the complete opposite, Conner is too cunning and shrewd, he is one of the commanders of the northern lands and he’s not this pathetic to beg for saviors.
“I can,” I said, Mina grins happily, “But I won’t.”
She gasps, bewilderment shining brightly in her eyes as her mouth opens and shuts in stunned speechlessness.
“There is no conflict in the North.” I shoot down his lies, “And I will not allow you to take advantage of your daughter’s trusting nature.”
“King,” Conner respectfully says, still playing the fatherly figure. “I would never use my own flesh and blood for anything bad!”
“Do not insult my intelligence,” I hiss, bringing Mina closer to me as I lean forward. “I know for a fact that your country thrives from corruption, feeding off the poor and manipulating others for your own gains.”
“No, that’s not true. Don’t feed my daughter lies!” he yells loudly, alarming the guards in the surrounding area.
“Then do tell, how do ten commanders leading thousands of soldiers get to a state of begging for reinforcement.”
He falls silent in a heartbeat before adjusting his new tactic. The guards of this city are closing in on the commotion and they will force us to leave, which is why Conner has to get something out of this meeting.
If he can’t hurt me directly, then he will use Mina to inflict pain on me.
“Mina,” he said, voice cold and detached, “Why aren’t you helping your father?”
Her shoulders jump, torn between facing me and looking at her father. I loathe the control he has over her mind when she barely knows him, she subconsciously follows authoritative figures. Being the type of father she had always dreamed of meeting would fuck with her psyche, making her question whether or not she should listen to me or him.
“I-I don’t—”
Conner sneers, eyes squinting in dismay. “Of course you don’t. You useless girl, I should have expected this. You are the same as your worthless mother, always looking for someone to take care of her.”
“Keep your mouth shut,” I bark, warning the man in blue and white uniform.
He stands up, leaving the cooling tea at the table as the man beside him stumbles up with fearful eyes. I stand with Mina leaning on my side with her face buried in my chest, a small tremor wrecks her body as she shakily throws her arm around my back. Unsteady nails clawing at my shirt to tune out the vicious voice of her father, he’s a despicable man to me and Mina will come to term with that soon.
“I never wanted a child.”
Mina whimpers loudly, muffling her sob in my chest as the man and his subordinate walk out, the younger man had pity in his eyes.
I glare heatedly at the retreating backs of the two men, they never once look back at us as Mina cries brokenly. Tears don’t suit her, and her gut-wrenching sobs pierce my heart. I rather get a thousand daggers on me than have her shed a tear, it’s too painful for me to watch her little shoulders shake uncontrollably.
I snap my head to my guards, heavily armed and strong. So much stronger than those puny men who are more focused on ways to make more corruption than training. My men overpower them, tossing them in the ground with their cries of helplessness as my men put their knees o
n their spine.
One wrong move and they will snap them.
No one hurts my little girl.
Chapter Nine
Mina
Daddy lets me read on the bed, the sheets pool around me messily and it destroys the pristine and flawless bed after the servants had made them. Daddy had put me between his strong legs, reeled me back to his chest and I snuggle deeper into his warmth. The headboard behind us is a supportive form of an element that mingles with Daddy’s big body, a calm silence flows around us like soft waves.
It’s hard to forget the incident that happened not five hours ago, and I have cried for the first three. Daddy didn’t scold at me for showing weakness, he encouraged me to cry because that way, I can forget about that godawful man. Biologically, he is my father, but he’s just a stranger on everything else.
My dream of having a family was destroyed, the little girl fairy tale crumbled before my eyes and I can only blame myself for having hope during the meeting.
He played me, and I was the idiot that went along.
“Daddy?” I finger the pages of the new book, I can’t focus on the words.
He thumbs my outer thigh, “What?”
I purse my lips, “Nothing, I just want your attention.”
Daddy doesn’t say anything back, simply rubbing my thighs with his big hands. His display of strength makes my heart flutters when he picks me up, setting me down on the bed beside him and I question him with a cock of a head.
He tugs the comforter up, putting my book to the other side of the bed. “Take a nap.”
I protest, “I’m not tired.”
Daddy brushes a strand of black hair from my eyes, and he slides down on the mattress too. I scoot into his embrace and sighs in relief, his deep scent engulfs me as I stuff my nose in his neck.
“You will be,” Daddy said.
He drops a kiss on my forehead, his stubbles scratch my skin and I wrinkle my nose at the roughness.
“Daddy will still want me when I’m old and wrinkly?” I ask, breathing on his neck and biting his tanned flesh.
His button-up shirt has fine lines on them, I drape an arm over his waist and feel around his muscular back. Daddy is so big, I would have to be an octopus with eight suction legs to fully give him all my love. My short arms will have to do, for now, my legs join in on the hug as I squeeze him.
I curl both of my legs with one of his, trapping him between my soft thighs and nuzzles further into the blanket that shields my eyes from the daylight.
It’s afternoon and the sun is brighter than ever.
I whine when he keeps quiet, he’s ignoring me.
How rude of him, I’m trying to get comforted and he’s just being mean.
“Daddy, you have to answer me!” I clamp my teeth over his neck.
He crushes my waist in his heavy arm, smothering me in his very nice pecs. Now is not the time to be admiring Daddy’s physique, no matter how distractingly fit he is.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, little girl.”
A burst of courage flares in my tummy, putting me in action; I take back all my limbs and pouts sulkily at him, turning to the other side with my back towards him as my butt push on Daddy’s big cock. I can’t stray too far, but I want to sulk with his body warmth.
As expected, Daddy snakes his arm under my waist and my naked breast gets groped by the hotness of his palm. My shirt rides up as he pinches my nipple and I squeal in shock, it’s painful but it sends shivers down to my little clit.
Any protection I have for my private parts is gone the moment Daddy has me in our bedroom, demanding that I remove all of the uncomfortable garments so he can cuddle with me. He didn’t put it in those words because he’s sophisticated and very intelligent, but it’s what I got from them.
His other hand sweeps down my tummy to my pussy, cupping me and thumbing my firm button. Daddy presses a kiss on my jaw as he changes to lick and nibble on my neck, he tweaks my nipple between his fingers and the sensation rocks my hips into his waiting hand.
I press my thighs together with a moan when he’s pulling the nipple taut, moving to my other neglected bud with the same treatment. He plays with them until I’m blanking out and they’re sore with rosiness. I’m shivering and hot all over, toes curling and oh—Daddy didn’t forget about my little clit.
Thick fingers rubbing slick against my folds, tracing a figure eight on my throbbing button as I push my butt back to his hard shaft. I move my butt up and down, nudging firmly as he thrust slowly on the fleshiness of my ass.
“Daddy, please go faster,” I beg him, pathetically whimpering.
“Do you deserve it?” he questions, tapping on the leaking hole. “Do you deserve to have my fingers in your pussy when you are a demanding little girl?”
“I’ll be good, I swear,” I moan pitifully when he takes that teasing finger to pinch my nub harshly. I squeal, shock jerks my body in a heightened frenzy as I bury my face into the pillow.
“Daddy, Daddy—” I chant, shakily clawing at his inked forearm.
“I-I’m a good girl, Daddy’s good girl,” I convince him, or myself, but at this point, I’m more focused on getting his thick fingers to stretch my tiny slits.
“How are you going to atone your behavior?” Daddy rolls my soaked button, tightly trapping it between two relentless fingers.
“U-um, Daddy can use my little mouth,” I offer without thinking of anything specific, it just comes out naturally.
He rumbles deeply in his chest, “That will do for now.”
A mean pinch distracts me as he’s slipping a finger against my wet slits, diving into my small hole with one very smooth slide.
“A-ah, Daddy!”
Relief knocks my breath out of my lungs, tattering in the balance of lusty pleasure as he rewards me with another finger. I couldn’t take Daddy’s finger at first, my wet pussy was still too tight and unused. I never played with it, I never had the urges to touch myself until Daddy came along. I can't seem to go a day without his fingers inside, I wonder if that’s a bad thing for me to ask Daddy.
“You’re drenched, little girl.” he digs his nail into my nipple causing my rippling pussy to tighten around his thrusting fingers.
“Daddy, please—” my eyes roll back when I feel his finger curl and poke the special spot that has stars bursting in my head.
“Soon, little girl, soon I will fuck your little tight cunt. Feed your pussy with my cum, so much that you will be overflowing. You want that? You want Daddy to fuck you with his big cock, have you screaming and wrecked?”
I nod vigorously, sobbing when his palm cups my pussy through plunging fingers, the calloused span of his palm mash against my clit.
“Y-yeah, Daddy. Want your big cock in my little pussy.” I blush shyly, spreading my legs wider for him.
“Two more days, little girl. Two more days and I will feed your hungry cunt with my cum, breed you thoroughly and have you pregnant with our child,” Daddy growls in my ear, deeper and huskily with a hint of desperation in them.
Being with him gives me ample opportunity to study him and his facial expression. Sometimes I get too distracted by his beauty that I forget my agenda until Daddy tells me that I’m staring.
“C-can we get married tomorrow?” I ask, pleading him to end my suffering.
He practically roared in proud approval, voice rumbling like thunder in my ears. “Anything you want.”
“And I want Daddy in my mouth,” I said, pushing the boundaries of his dominance.
I really want to taste him on my tongue again, I’m addicted to the hotness in my mouth. My jaws would ache in the sweetest satisfaction when I can help Daddy out.
Daddy readily agrees with my need, taking out his slippery fingers to drag over my pulsing clit. He flips me over, scaring me into bracing on his thighs as my shirt opens widely at my hunched over position that is right above a very thick bulge.
Daddy pulls my hips down and smushes his face into my pussy and l
icks one long strip along my clit to the puckering hole. I tremble, squealing recklessly and arching to take his tongue deep inside me.
“Get to work, little girl.” he pulls back to growl at me, and I spring to action.
Taking his thick cock out uses a lot of finesse as my hands are clumsy and my mind is unable to focus when Daddy is feasting on my pussy for my juices like he is a man on a mission to wring me dry.
I stroke Daddy’s cock, so big in my little hands with a drop of precum leaking from the head. I pull him to my mouth, suckling on the head like a lollipop and letting it back out with a suction pop. Licking my lips, rolling my hips back to his face, I take the hardened flesh into my mouth again and this time, I don’t let it escape as Daddy is too hard that it’s stiff in one position.
A piercing moan stifles down through a series of vibrations when he shoves two fingers inside and I take it like a champion, I can take three, but Daddy would say I’m getting too greedy.
I know he’s masking his concern with his reprimand, he doesn’t want to hurt me as his fingers are wider and longer than mine. Two is already pushing my limits, and three would surely sting without proper preparation, even when I’m soaking the bed with my slick.
I arch my hips again, Daddy throws his arm around them and press me down. I don’t want to smother him, but he won’t let go to elevate the pressure. He demands me to ride his face with a strong suck to my clit, I obey with thrilled rolls.
Not to forget about Daddy’s pleasure, I slurp him with my tongue toying with the throbbing vein on the underside of his girth. I widen my mouth, slipping him down my throat with a lucky try that doesn’t tickle my gag reflex.
I twist my hands around whatever I can’t fit into my mouth, I make sure every part is being taken care of. Needing to breathe, I let his cock fall out of my mouth again to replace the wet cavern with my restless hands.
I love Daddy’s cock. it’s big and very long, so smooth and yet it’s rock hard and thumping with blood. An angry red color screaming at me for the pleasure I would give it, then the vein, oh, Daddy’s vein is my favorite. He would buck his hips when I trace my tongue over the throbbing vein.
