ANGEL

Daniel stood in the doorway and disappointment struck me square in the chest, I didn’t even try to hide it, my eyes narrowed at him and the glass of milk in his hand. Since when was it his turn to get me anything? This would also make it twice since he’d come to my room today. 

“Why is it you? Where is daddy?” I looked behind him as though Daddy would somehow appear, my dismay morphed to anger when I saw that Daniel indeed came alone. 

“Have you been crying?” He was studying me closely with those focused eyes.

“It’s none of your fúcking business!” I snapped, irritated. I hated the way his eyes unnerved me, like he was stripping my flesh from my bones. 

I thought I saw his lips twitch. “You actually look better when you cry, it suits you,” His eyes blazed with something resembling mockery. “It makes your eyes more beautiful, like a true Bratz doll.”

Did he just fúcking say that? Now, I had the urge to gouge out my own eyes with a fork. 

If I got any more pissed, I might as well just blow up. 

No need to answer him. I won’t give him any more reactions. 

I started to close the door, but his voice stopped me. “Your daddy is busy with Jillian, he doesn’t have time to coax you, I think he mentioned they are trying for a baby” His tone was low, taunting. 

I looked at him with as much hate as I could muster, I’d always felt hostility toward him for being so quiet, who knew my enmity would only deepen when he opened his mouth like this? 

Wait. . .

Was Daddy trying for a baby? With that woman?

Those words spiked something hot and venomous within me, it was too intense and raw to be simple jealousy, more like a feeling where I wanted to march down the hallway to their bedroom and pull out daddy’s cóck from mommy’s cúnt. 

“Get out, and I’m not drinking that!” I started to slam the door closed again, but his booted leg suddenly provided a wedge.

“What the fúck is your problem?! If you have something to say, then spit it out and fúcking leave, Uncle dearest,” My voice dripped with unconcealed disdain, he still looked calm, totally unaffected by my tantrums, and this only blazed my fury. 

“Are you always this rude, Angel?” My name rolled off his tongue smoothly, "That name doesn’t suit you, you’re more like the devil’s sinful daughter,” His voice was dark, deep in a way that spread a vibration crawling down my spine. 

Who was he to comment on my name?

“And you just don’t know when to shut your mouth, what makes you think you can talk to me like this?!” I was fully agitated now, and for a moment, I thought I saw something dark and cold flash in his gaze. 

Then, it was gone in the next instant, replaced by that calm look of nonchalance again. 

“Are you especially rude today because your daddy is going to give you a little sibling?” He stepped forward, his closeness menacing, and I stumbled backwards, my eyes still glued to his frightening thunderstorm gaze. 

He continued, “Or are you especially mad because I saw your pretty pink pússy? Which is it, Angel?” 

I couldn’t stifle back a shocked gasp at his bluntness, he was too close now, if I didn’t move away, his body would touch mine. 

I took two shaky steps backwards. Big mistake, Daniel saw that as an invitation, and he stepped into the room.

The door clicked closed behind him and panic rose to my throat like bile.

He was huge, his presence dominated the whole room, shrinking all the space, including the air. I couldn’t breathe without smelling his cologne, his closeness. 

He was so close that I had to tilt my head and look up at him, Daniel was half an inch taller than Daddy. He stood at six foot four, both he and daddy have the same big muscular build, their chest and arms covered in artistic tattoos, but unlike daddy’s arm that promised safety. 

I was intimidated by Daniel’s size being five foot five myself and his casual t-shirt did nothing to hide all those terrifying muscles. 

“Get out!” I commanded in a shaky voice, it always worked with the servants, but Daniel… Daniel was different. 

“You could have also told me to leave earlier instead of squirting in front of me,” He murmured quietly. He was enjoying this, humiliating me with words. 

My eyes flared, my breath hitching, “Is that what you told daddy? That you saw me touching myself?” 

Shame crept into my voice, but along with it was anger. It wasn’t my fault that he came to my own house, entered my room unannounced and met me in that filthy state. 

“But you did more than just touch yourself, didn’t you, slút?”

“Don’t call me that!” I hissed. 

He stepped closer, and I faltered backwards. 

“You were moaning your father's name, spreading your legs and showing me all that wet cúnt of yours, you came looking into my eyes. What are you if not a dirty slút, Angel?” His gaze was still sneering. 

My throat felt dry, my brain scrambling for a response, a way to fight against this man who was hellbent on shaming me.

“Yes, Angel, I was surprised seeing the warm welcome you gave me, but no, I didn’t mention anything about it to Vincent, your father had already decided to send you away after you turned eighteen,” Daniel spoke quietly. 

No. 

That couldn’t be true. 

My face burned and so did my eyes water, “I don’t believe you! You and that sister of yours must have done something!” I gritted. My eighteenth birthday had been just last week, and Daddy had lavished me with a lot of gifts, there was no way he had already been planning on sending me away all along.

Daniel was a liar. Jillian was scheming. 

I couldn’t believe either of them. 

Daniel shrugged like he couldn’t be bothered whether I accepted his words or not. “Anyways, back to why I’m here, your father was worried when you left like that, he wanted you to have something since you barely touched dinner,” Daniel extended the glass of milk towards me. 

“I don’t want it!” He should fúcking leave me alone to nurse my wounded heart. I want to sob into my pillows, maybe hurt myself or something, if I were hurt, would Daddy leave Jillian and come to me? I could pretend to be scared and he would hold me and stay with me all night. 

Now, this sounded like a good plan. I had to stop Jillian from becoming pregnant at all costs. 

“You have to drink it, Angel. So I can leave”

My head snapped up in irritation, who did this bastard think he was?

“I never asked you to bring me anything, you can leave if you want to!” I all but snarled at him. 

He said nothing, his hand still extended, his fingers clenched tightly around the glass. 

I scoffed, crossing my arms between my breasts, Daniel’s eyes followed this movement, lingering. 

I almost rolled my eyes again. He was such a pervert and he wasn’t bothering to hide it anymore. I didn’t blame him, I was pretty sure my milk jugs were more attractive than the one he was holding. 

I took a second to study him from beneath my lashes. If I didn’t detest him so much, Daniel would be considered hot, maybe as attractive as Daddy. His features were rugged and well-proportioned, well, except for those dead-looking eyes of his. Now, those were truly terrifying. 

I adjusted my arms, working my brèasts to become even more lifted. Giving him a better view of what he wants, because, why not?

Seeing the way his Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed, and how his eyes darkened with lust, I felt accomplished.

I always loved it when men lusted after me, knowing they could never have me. I enjoyed their stare, the way their eyes glazed as they fantasized about ways to abuse my body.

My bréasts weren't as huge as Jillian's, but they were perky and round, certainly a bit more than a handful. Another bonus point was that I had the kind of nípples that are always erect and visible. The darker shades of them were always see-through when I wore transparent clothes. 

I loved it when men noticed it, and I even teased them if necessary. 

It made me feel powerful, like I had an advantage over them. And right now, Daniel was staring. He looked drawn, it was exhilarating, my breath felt heavier and a jolt of need travelled to my pússy. 

Wait. . . What?

I squeezed my thighs, trying to soothe the ache, but it only intensified. What was happening? 

“Drink your milk, little girl,” Daniel’s voice came out raspier, his attention returned to my face, “When you’re offered something, you’ll take it and say thank you, this is how good girls behave,” 

I bit my lips, my nípples grew even more taut at those words, could he see them in my black evening dress? 

No, what was I thinking? I was only daddy’s good girl, not his. 

“Or what? You’ll report me to daddy again and force him to send me away?” I sneered at him, ignoring the weird way my body was behaving. 

“Your daddy is looking out for you by trying to send you away. Though he won’t be able to protect you from what’s coming,” 

There was that coldness in his gaze again, that darkness that made his voice thicker, cooling the air around me like frost. 

My brows knitted together in confusion, “What do you mean by that?” I asked. 

He didn’t answer. 

He just stared. And stared. With those eyes. 

Something close to sympathy gleamed in his eyes, making my heart pound. From fear? I couldn’t exactly explain what I was feeling, just that it wasn’t good. 

“What is daddy protecting me from?”

“From me, from getting fúcked, and oh, I plan to fúck you,” He said, the breath swooshed out of me, “Because soon, you’ll be calling me daddy,” 

ANGEL

He was a lunatic, what was I expecting him to even say? His words made my chest palpitate, but no longer with fear. I was angry at myself that for a second, I'd nearly believed him.

To think that I'd been terrified that something real might be going on with daddy's underworld organization. . . But he was the one I needed protection from?

Laughable.

It was actually.

His crude words gave me an opening. If he thought he could shame me, I might as well return the favour.

"You want to fuck me? I'm your friend's daughter!" My lips curled in exaggerated disgust, "You are nearly twice my age, how could you not feel any shame when you're old enough to even be my father?"

I was eighteen, and both daddy and Daniel were in their mid-thirties. Daddy was thirty-six and Daniel thirty-five.

I tilted my chin and his lips twitched with something resembling a smirk. A look that made him look cruel and at the same time primal.

I attacked again, taking a brave step towards him, until my bréasts just nearly grazed his chest "Is the thought of taking your friend's daughter's virgin pússy getting you hard? You old pervert,"

"You're a virgin?" His pupils dilated with raw unbridled excitement, his smile was broader now, dangerous and wolfing.

Damn it, I didn't mean to blurt that part out, but so what? Yeah, who cares? "Don't look so excited, it's not as if you'll ever get a taste of me, I don't particularly like dickheads like you,"

"I would watch that mouth if I were you, princess." His jaw ticked with a vein, his voice darker.

I should have heeded the warning in his eyes, but I just wanted to provoke him.

"Or what?" I challenged.

Now, I was fully enjoying this, I wanted to see him snap, to lose that control he had always kept bottled inside. I wanted to see what was beneath.

So I pushed.

"Have you jerked off to me before, Uncle?" My smile was evil, "Did you cum that day watching my ass in those tight shorts? Did you wish you could fuck my hole and ruin me with your cóck?"

I leaned closer, so my breàsts definitely grazed below his chest. But it was only so I could grab the glass of milk from his hand. Or maybe not.

My eyes gradually lowered to his grey slacks and I smirked at the tent forming there. "Getting excited, are we? Do my words arouse you, Uncle,"

I took a sip of the warm milk, finishing it with several large gulps, and then I met his cold piercing eyes, stare to stare.

My blood was burning with excitement now, I lifted the glass and allowed the last drops of milk to roll on my tongue. I didn't swallow it, not yet.

I wanted to tease him more, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing more evident. How much would it take to get him wetter?

I stuck out my tongue which was covered with milk to him, I could see the way his nostrils flared, the way his breath got heavier. And then, I swallowed, a low moan trembling from my throat. I slowly traced my lips clean with my tongue.

"Do you wish that was your cúm sliding warmly down my throat?"

Daniel's eyes were still dark. Now, I could trace the curve of his pénis in those grey sweatpants.

Holy fúck.

He was massive, Daddy might actually have a competitor at this point.

"You're a tease Angel, and since your father never trained you, I guess I will have a good time doing that."

I cocked my head at that, " You don't have the ability. So, keep jerking off to me, think about me all you want, about the títs you'll never touch and the wet pússy you'll never taste,"

I couldn't tell what took over me or where the boldness came from, my index finger slowly reached out to jab at his chest, the rock-solid muscle there warm against the tip of my hand.

His reaction was instant, like a viper, he struck before I anticipated.

Harsh fingers groped my hair. I screamed, in shock, surprise and pain firing through me.

He yanked harder and the next thing, my back slammed against the wall. I barely placed my palm just in time to avoid hitting the wall face-first.

"You bastar...!"

SLAP!

I froze. My body stilled. My muscles stiffened, the air I had inhaled stopped halfway to my lungs.

My brain was struggling to process it.

The bastard had just spanked me!

The pain radiated in my butt cheek the next instant.

I tried to wiggle from his grip, but he was strong. Too strong.

Powerful fingers grasped my neck, holding me steady, where he wanted me.

"Son of a bítch, if you don't let me g...!"

SLAP!

"Argh!"

A lick of fire travelled through my other cheek, and then it didn't stop.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Each hit wrenched a cry from my lips, I was sobbing, but it wasn't only my eyes that were leaking. In between my legs too, my lower lips were shedding tears.

No, this wasn't happening. It couldn't be.

I wasn't growing wet by being humiliated by this man who wasn't Daddy. A hot pool of lava settled in my stomach, and when the spank came again, a whimper quivered from my throat.

"This is one effective way to shut sluts up, I don't hear your voice, princess," He growled mockingly, his breath hot against my nape.

Another slap came, my eyes rolled backwards, and instead of a pained cry, a moan trembled from my lips, I could feel myself soaking my panties.

No!

I was betraying Daddy. Snap out of it! I couldn't cúm from mere spanking, I was better than this.

"Let go you fúcker!" I swore, but his body pressed in on me from behind, I could feel all of him, I meant all of him.

The rigidity of his massive member pressed against my ass.

He was rocking me slowly, his erection poking into my ass.

My body stiffened again, god, I was soaking wet, my eyes clenched shut as I tried to calm my breathing, gods, I was a few thrusts away from cúmming.

"You fúcking enjoyed that, do you want me to confirm how red your ass looks? Just see you sticking your ass out for me,"

And indeed I was. My hips were grinding against his erection. Shamelessly. I wanted this badly. Desperately.

"Call me daddy right now, and I'll throw you on that fúcking bed and do all the things you want Vincent to do to you!" His growl was sharp, hot against my ears. "I'm going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you're going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won't stop, I'll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours"

I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on

No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel.

"You can't touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick..." I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

"You know what else daddy would do?" I slipped my hands below my dress, "He would fuck you with your blown dick while you're lying there bleeding. That's what you'll get for fucking his little girl." My fingers pushed my panties to the side. I was so wet.

Daniel saw what I was doing, he yanked my dress up completely, bunching the fabric around my waist, and then his bare fingers grazed my thigh, his touch was confident, like he owned me. My fingers parted my slit, until a harsh slap to my wrist forced my hand to my side.

Daniel's lips curved wickedly, "Then, go ahead, princess, call for your daddy." His finger slid into my panties, and then my folds were being parted.

He touched my clit, my lips shaped into an "O"

Then he stroked, once. Twice. His finger, just one of them. . . Just one, it was more pleasurable than mine could ever be.

"How long will it take you to cúm? Call me daddy, and I'll let you,"

I hated him.

So much.

He added another finger, I choked on a breath.

He curled inside of me, I detested him so much that I could feel myself clench around his two fingers. An intense hatred for this man so sharp that it made my pussy throb.

For a moment, I thought he would do it, make me cum while I call him daddy too. But then, he withdrew his fingers, he stepped backwards, his face was grim with satisfaction. And then, he lifted those glistening fingers to his lips. And sucked. His tongue wiped them clean.

He was no longer touching me, but my body still felt devoured by his gaze.

I knew what I must look like, my dress riding to my waist, my panties shoved to the side, my hair scattered and my eyes frantic from a failed orgasm.

"Get out! Get out!" I screamed, my fingers shoving into my tragic mess of hair.

He didn't leave, not instantly. His eyes were burning with a promise, "Sooner or later, I'm going to have you... And you'll be on your knees, craving for my cock. I'll have you begging, but I'll ruin you anyway,"

"Go to hell! And close the door as you leave!" I spat, my tongue tasting like venom, bitter and thick.

If only I'd known that every filthy threat he had spoken, every nasty thing he promised would come true. Maybe... just maybe I would have tried my hardest to run from him.

Daddy wanted to protect me, but Uncle Daniel... Uncle Daniel wanted to ruin me

ANGEL

I stared at my reflection in the steam-blurred mirror of my bathroom and barely recognized myself. My wavy golden hair was damp and clinging to my skin, my usually tanned skin looked ghostly, as if a demon had drained all the blood from me overnight.

My baby blue eyes, which used to get complimented all the time, stared back at me; they looked haunted, corrupted, and covered in faint traces of dark circles.

The flushed raw skin of my behind was all evidence that it had been real. The soreness didn't allow me to pretend that it hadn't happened.

Last night I'd done something I regretted, thinking about it now made me feel dirty, filthy and carnal in a way not even spending thirty minutes in the hot shower had been able to wash away.

I was absolutely disgusted with myself.

I still couldn't grasp my mind around it, why did my body react that way when Uncle had spanked me? His firm grip around my nape as he punished me against the walls of my bedroom had gotten me so soaked. The humiliation had nearly pushed me to an órgasm.

I should hate it, and believe me, I did hate it.

So, why did my pússy clench around those thick fingers of his when he had curled them inside of me?

And in those seconds, I'd wanted him. I'd more than fúcking wanted him.

I'd needed him to shove me against those walls and pump me full with his cóck. I had wanted to do all of the dirty things I'd dreamt of doing with Daddy with him.

Dàmn it.

I must have been out of my mind, because why else would I want that?

I'd never been attracted to anyone who wasn't Daddy. Like never. Boys in the private school I attended just never did it for me, they were too young, too naive, but Daddy knew what he was doing. I'd seen this in the numerous times I'd secretly peeked at him fúcking those whóres and then Jillian.

The way he knew where to touch, how to make them squirt and scream, they always begged for more, Daddy was fully experienced.

I was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted and never settled for anything other than that. I wanted Daddy and that was it.

I'd absolutely never thought about Uncle before, not in a sexual way of doing anything with him at least.

I didn't used to always hate him, when he was just daddy's best friend, I even used to help Mrs Martha prepare meals for him. Even though I was afraid of him, of those eyes of his which promised cruel things, I'd tried to make him like me, because I delighted in it when men adored me.

My feelings had changed and morphed into dislike when his sister had gotten married to Daddy. Seeing him dressed in that black suit that day as he escorted his sister up the aisle to marry Daddy, I extended my hate for Jillian to him. And it had burned intensely. An unforgiving rage that refused to douse.

I never imagined that he could make me feel the way I felt last night, and the smouldering ache he'd ignited within me had refused to cool.

Last night, I tossed and turned restlessly in my sheets until they turned warm.

When I managed to close my eyes, I saw his eyes.

Daniel's cold-looking eyes had broken into my dream.

I'd shut my eyes tighter, willing him away from my dream, but his voice began its assault, I could almost physically feel his hot breath teasing my ears.

His presence had invaded and violated the world I'd created in my mind for just me and Daddy.

His filthy tongue had licked my cúnt until the sheets around me grew wet. A pool of arousal had trickled down my thigh and his tongue had wiped it clean just the way he had done with his fingers.

'Call me daddy' His voice from the dream corroded my mind like a rot.

I had tried to stop it. To not give in.

I fought. And fought.

But his tongue was too skilled, his voice that whispered filth, his fingers that grasped my neck. Choking me.

In the end, he'd forced me to obey. And he had stayed in my mind as he owned it.

I had touched myself under the scrutiny of those lusty eyes, and when I came apart, Daniel disappeared, leaving me soaked, my fingers wet and my heart throbbing with guilt.

He'd made me cheat on Daddy.

And I despised him more for it.

There could only be one explanation and it was what I told myself last night when I'd run to the bathroom with thighs that were trembling to wash traces of my sin. Of him.

It had to be my ovulation, hormones were making me primed and overly stimulated, it wasn't Daniel who got me wet. Telling myself this and holding onto it was the only thing that kept me from going crazy. This was how I managed to fall asleep peacefully.

I gagged on my toothbrush and spat the paste on the sink, I looked at my reflection again as I rinsed my mouth.

Today, I planned to let my hair fall loose. Just like Jillian's. Maybe Daddy would finally notice that I was more mature, I hoped so.

I stepped out of the bathroom and stood outside my wardrobe for ten minutes before choosing a dress. A red dress instead of my usual casual shorts and crop tops.

The fabric feels too grown, but I wanted to look older, I wanted Daddy to see me as capable of receiving his lust. If I became like Jillian, would he find me attractive?

I walked out of my room and skipped down the hallway, I buried my guilt somewhere in the back of my mind.

Right now, I have more important things to do, like finding a way to make Daddy change his mind about sending me away.

The kitchen smelled like beans and toast. Mrs Martha looked up when I walked in.

"Good morning, Young Miss. Did you sleep well?" She greeted me warmly, her eyes flicked to my clothes, then to my hair, and then back to my face. She didn't make any remark. This was exactly why I liked her. She was always silent about the things that were none of her business.

Martha was in her early sixties and frankly, the only housekeeper I'd allowed to stay. I'd kicked out the younger attractive housekeepers Daddy had employed, one after the other. All my caregivers in the past years had had to retire in less than a week because I always found fault with them and wanted only Daddy to take care of me.

I had a keen eye for knowing the staff who craved a taste of Daddy's cóck, and I always let them know that he was mine.

It had been tiring since young and old alike all wanted Daddy, that was until Martha, who was indeed a rare gem, the only woman who was a hundred per cent faithful to her husband thus far.

"Yes, I slept great, Martha." I lied and looked around the kitchen for Daddy's usual mug "Have you made coffee for Daddy yet?" I asked, already excited to spot the mug.

"Not yet, Miss," She shook her head.

"I'll make it," I was already heading towards the coffee maker.

Mrs Martha moved out of my way and went about her normal kitchen business, no questions asked. I hummed softly to myself as I measured coffee beans.

Ten minutes later, I poured steaming coffee into a mug, black and two sugars, the exact way Daddy liked it.

He had once told me that I made the best coffee in the world. I got this particular mug for him on his last birthday.

It was warm in my palms as I carried it upstairs like an offering. Daddy's door was slightly open.

I was just about to knock when I heard her voice.

"...that bítch will finally get what she deserves, how long has it been? At least the council still remembers,"

My breath caught, my fingers tightening around the mug. Inside the room, I could hear the sound of a chair scraping.

And then Daddy's voice came. "Enough, or I'll shut that foul mouth for you,"

He sounded angry. No, he was furious. I didn't know what was happening, but a part of me was elated. My heart was jumping with happiness.

This was the first time I'd heard Daddy raise his voice at Jillian. Was there trouble in paradise after all? Please, please, they should fight more, I wished more than anything for Daddy to divorce her.

A laugh dripped from Jillian's throat. "Why? Are you angry about what's going to happen? Why bother hiding it anyway when we know soon..."

"Stop." Daddy's voice was colder now.

"Make me."

From the gap between the door, I saw it clearly. Daddy moved fast, too sudden for my brain to process.

His hand groped Jillian's arm, she gasped and was already on her knees from Daddy's violent shove. Daddy loomed over her, breathing hard, his eyes were dark and filled with anger.

What was happening?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it if it gets you so worked up," Jillian was saying, and then her manicured fingers gripped Daddy's thighs, crawling upwards slowly. "Allow me to apologize, you can take your anger out on my mouth," Her voice lowered sultrily, she was staring into daddy's eyes like the bítch she was.

My earlier excitement over their fight vanished, my stomach clenched with horror, as I watched Jillian begin to work on Daddy's belt. Then she dug her fingers into his pants and pulled out his cóck, resting it on her face like some trophy.

The sight punched the air from my lungs.

I swayed in the doorway, this couldn't be happening again.

But it was, I could only watch helplessly as Mommy's tongue dragged up Daddy's cóck, slow and worshipful. She swirled her tongue around the swollen glans, teasing the slit until pre-cum beaded on her tongue.

No. . .

That was MINE to taste!