I was literally frozen, just staring blankly at the message. 

Was this real? Did...did...April's Dad really just texted me? 

He's never texted me except when he needed to get a hold of April during our brief 'only girls' vacation. And that was like a year ago. 

We might live in the same house but we kept our distance, always. So...what the heck was this message?

My phone beeped again. My shaky finger clicked on the new message. 

Mr. Joe Anderson.

*What are you trying to learn from that book? I could teach you*

Goosebumps raced through my skin. There was no way in hell April's Dad would say this to me. He thought of me as a kid, he treated me as such, ever since day one. He'd never say these things to me. 

Something was wrong. Maybe his phone got hacked?

Another text. 

*But I must warn you. Everything in that book you're holding is a bit...hardcore. Can your fragile body handle that?*

A sharp twitch teased my little sensitive nub as I reread the text a thousand times. 

I could hear my heart racing at this point. It couldn't be him. He'd never say such things. 

April's Dad was a warm and friendly man. He was one of the most liked and awarded professors in school, known for his morals and very principled nature. 

Such a man would never text his daughter's friend like this. He'd never. 

Maybe I should go check on him. I'd definitely find out that his phone got hacked or worse, stolen. 

One more beep. I clicked on it, holding my breath. 

*Come meet me if you want the lesson. It'll be short and very...interesting*

That's it. I've read enough. I sprang off the bed and left my room. His room was on the other end of the hallway. 

I walked slowly to his door, nervous as hell. I've never been to his room. But I needed to confirm if he was the one texting me these weird messages. Or if his phone was stolen, like I suspected. 

My fist touched the door, lightly. 

"It's open." His deep voice called from inside. 

I gulped hard, twisting the doorknob. A strong musky scent swept into my nostrils as I walked inside. The cozy ventilation from the air conditioner had me feeling briefly chilly. 

He was sitting on his small couch, typing on his laptop. The white singlet he was wearing was sinfully clinging to his body, mirroring his broad chest. And dare I say, nipples.

Willow, shut up!

His eyes dragged up and he arched a brow at me. 

"Do you want something?" His tone was flat.

Huh? Right...

"No. I was just-" I stopped. I couldn't say it. He had a blank, almost confused stare in his eyes. And he was obviously working on something before I came in. 

There was no way he'd been the one texting me. Then again, if I could just ask him if his phone was hacked or...stolen...

"Do you want something, Willow?" He reiterated the question. 

I shook my head. "No, Sir. Sorry for the interruption. Have a good night."

I bowed slightly and turned to run the heck out of his room. 

"That's disappointing. I thought you came for the lessons."

I froze. Harsh air got knocked out of my nostrils. Slowly, I turned around. 

He was staring at me. Those eyes weren't so blank and confused anymore. They already morphed into something...unrecognisable. 

Predatory. Mischievously dark. And there was an unnerving smirk on his lips. He stood and slowly took out the phone from his pocket. 

"You didn't give me an answer, but you raced down here instead. I'm tempted to think that's a yes."

My mouth was hung open, with no words leaving it. I was in a bloody daze. 

There was no way April's Dad sent those texts. He'd never. He wasn't that kind of man. 

Except, he did send them. And there had to be two different men living inside him. The moral one and this one...the predatory one. 

He took two steps closer. I forced myself to take two steps backwards. I've never been terrified of him. Except right now.

He was smiling but I didn't miss the dangerous clenching of his jaw. 

"What's it gonna be, Willow?" He asked with a rippling baritone. 

"Si...Sir...?" I stuttered. 

"What's it gonna be?" He repeated. 

I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me, I'll just go to my room."

"Don't take another step." He said, forcing me to halt. 

His smile was gone. His jaw was tightly clenched. His eyes were burning with a sensation that I had only read about but never witnessed. 

Arousal. Menacing arousal.

April's Dad was aroused...by me? How the heck...?

He walked past me and bolted the door. Panic gripped me. 

"Pl...please Sir..."

"Please, Willow." He groaned out, hands in pocket. I made the mistake of staring down at his pants and the huge bulge there made me gulp. 

Out of anticipation? Or out of fear?

"I'm fucking lonely and horny. You're lonely and...horny too. Reading that smut dump definitely had you going. I don't see why we can't help each other out."

"Huh?" God, I was speechless. How could he boldly say that to me?

"Or would you rather touch yourself? Are you that kinda girl?"

"What?" I was flustered by his rawness.

"It'd be nice if you used more words, WILLOW." He warned, but calmly. 

"You're...you're...April's Dad."

"You're April's best friend. So what? What does our position in April's life have to do with this moment?"

"I...I can't...do what you're asking..." I was a stuttering mess. It didn't help that he was coming closer, clouding me with his scent. Intimidating me with his physique. Forcing me to obey his silent orders. 

"Yes, you can. Not because you're being forced but because you want it. I saw you checking me out in that hallway today. You're curious. I wanna feed that curiosity."

"I'm not..." I was saying but he stopped me, with a gentle choke around my neck, tilting my face up. 

I was hyperventilating and shaky. His green stormy eyes were silencing me for good. There was heavy wetness between my inner thighs and I already feel sinful because of it. 

Because I was getting wet for my best friend's Father.

"Those lips can do better things than telling lies, baby girl."

My heart drummed. Baby girl? Just like in the books. 

He smiled. "Just for tonight. Be my little fuck toy for tonight. Tomorrow, we can pretend it never happened."

"S...sir..."

"It's Joe. Or Daddy." He smirked, playing with a strand of my hair. His hand was still around my neck, keeping me tamed. 

"What...what if April finds out?" 

"Who's gonna tell her?"

Like Father, Like Daughter, huh? But God, why was I considering his sick offer? I knew better...

He picked me off the ground with one hand around my waist, like I weighed nothing.

Lord forgive me, but maybe I don't know any better. 

I got dumped on the bed. I crawled inside, scared to death but there was another feeling. Anticipation. And more wetness gathered in my inner thighs.

He crawled in too, slowly, like a predator coming for his captured prey. 

I crawled further, stopping next to the headboard. He came for me, grabbed my hand, and the next second, he cuffed it to the headboard. 

"Sir!" 

He cuffed the other hand, ignoring my shriek. I yanked my hands violently but they wouldn't come unloose.

"What are you doing?!"

"The fuck, Willow. Didn't you just read a damn smut? How do the guys keep their little fuck toy when they're about to devour her?"

My panic reduced a bit. He was right. Most of them were chained up. Did he already know I was coming and had the chain ready? Or has it always been in here?

Wait...did he say devour?

I watched him undo his belt. Breathing was getting harder for me. Slowly, he opened his fly and dragged down his pants. He threw it on the floor. Then his hand came for his briefs, and he took them off too. His eyes never left mine.

My eyes popped at the terrifying length of his dick. 

He didn't seem perturbed or the least bothered that he was stark naked in front of me. 

His broad hand pulled my legs, straightening them. I gasped as he dragged my pants, taking them off me. 

The chill air hit my bare legs, making me shudder. His hands came for my top, taking it off in a swipe. I was just in my panties, and I was shaking and discolored in embarrassment. 

His eyes ate me up and then he licked his lips. 

"You don't know how long I've imagined what you looked like behind all those tacky, oversized dresses you wear." He confessed.

I almost shrieked when he crawled further. His mouth landed on my right nipple, and I jerked instantly.

"S..s..."

"Daddy." He whispered to my face, hungry-eyed. 

My brain was on fritz. I couldn't argue. I couldn't think. He had me in some kind of spell. 

My mouth parted and the word softly rolled out. "Daddy..."

"Good girl." He smirked, and his mouth returned to my boobs while his other hand squeezed my left boobs. He was sucking at first, and God, it felt good. 

It felt...it felt...amazing. I couldn't hold back my moans. But then he stopped sucking and began feasting. He was literally biting and tugging with his teeth. 

There was no pleasure there. Just a stinging pain that caused my body to squirm uncontrollably. But my resistance was buried by his massive weight on me. 

He left the right one and pounced on the left. Sizing it up recklessly in his hands before devouring it.

All I could do was whimper and squirm. But my predator wouldn't let me go. When he finally did, he had a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Fuck, Willow. Those boobs are perfect. You're perfect." He breathed out, biting my lower lip. I gasped, not because of the bite but because of his fingers teasing my very wet and sensitive nub. 

"Daddy..."

"Shussh." He whispered to my lips. He was panting. Not out of fear. Just a morbid arousal. A need to wreck me. "You stay quiet and let me do my job."

He wouldn't hurt me. I knew that. But again, he would hurt me. I also knew that. But somehow, I stayed silent. 

He slid a finger into my tight hole and I jerked, letting out a whimper. But his body pinned me down. 

"Shush," he whispered, our lips grazing but not kissing. Tears were slowly building in my eyes. 

"It...hurts..."

"I know. I know what you are, Willow. That's why I'm going easy." 

Easy? This was...easy?

"Oh My God!" I cried out loud as he began thrusting the finger in and out of my tight, little hole. 

"Shush." He whispered again and softly clasped his hand on my mouth. Another finger entered, intensifying the pain. 

My scream was muffled by his hand and my squirms humbled by his body. There wasn't a chance for me to break free from this spine-busting pain. 

It lasted seconds or minutes, I don't know. But soon, the pain subsided a bit and was replaced by a simmering pleasure. It was a rough mix of pleasure and pain. 

In. Out. He pumped harder, until I was tearing up. Until tears rolled down my face. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He seemed possessed. 

"I never imagined I'd have you moaning for me." He whispered under his breath. 

My breathing doubled at a bubble arousing between my legs. He went faster until that bubble exploded and I was a shuddering, mumbling mess. 

Liquid rolled out of my little hole. He moved lower, settled his face between my thighs, and ran his tongue all over it. All over my throbbing clit. 

I bit my lower lip at the pleasure. At the pain. At the...

"Fuck, you taste delicious." He husked out. 

I didn't know what to say. I didn't even have the strength to speak. I was just trying to catch my breath. I shut my eyes briefly but they popped open at the mild pain.

I looked down and he was rubbing the cap of his dick on my entrance. 

"That's...that's gonna...hurt..." I was on the verge of breaking down into real tears. 

"I'll try to be gentle," he said, licking his fingers and rubbing them on his cap. Then he began pushing it in. 

I jerked, jerked again, and let out a soulful whimper as I felt his whole weight sliding in. 

He leaned forward, resting his body on mine. His hand was on my mouth again. His eyes were holding my teary gaze. 

"I have a confession, Willow..." he whispered. "I've always...always...fantasized about being your first. Always."

My eyes grew wide but there wasn't enough time to process his confession. He already began moving his hips, and the pain began building up. 

"That hurts...." I managed to whisper, but the rest of my words went muffled because of his big hand. 

The gentle thrust lasted for seconds and soon, he was thrusting at a crazy pace. 

Oh My God. Fuckkkk!!

Tears flooded down my face at the unbearable, searing pain. 

Please...please...

"Your tight hole takes me so fucking good." He grunted out.

Please...it hurts!! 

He was grunting, biting my lower lip at intervals as he pounded my little, virgin pussy. There was no pleasure in this. None. Not even a bit. Maybe a little bit.

Please...

"You okay?" He whispered, slowing his pace. He brushed my sweaty cheeks with a kiss. 

"No. Yes. I mean...." 

His hand was on my mouth again as he began thrusting deeper. Until he was hitting a spot over and over.

I felt my inner muscles slowly clenching around his dick. There was that feeling again...and boom!

Fuckkkkk!!

My thighs were shaking vigorously at the intense orgasm I just had. My whole body was shaking actually.

"Just a little bit more..." he was struggling to keep his voice steady. His fingers teased my nub as his thrusts became a little more fierce. 

I was a squirming mess. A whimpering mess. I would be a screaming mess if his hand wasn't on my mouth. 

Soon, he became a loud grunting mess. He plunged deeper inside me, until a more prolonged grunt forced its way out of his lips. 

He pulled out quickly, tapping his dick on my releasing his load, while shuddering and grunting. 

"Fuck, Willow. Fuck!!"

He reached for my hand and dipped my fingers in the load he spilled on my body. 

"Lick." 

I hesitated. He, again, guided my fingers to my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth. I did, slowly, tasting his cum. Licking every bit of it off my fingers. 

He grinned. "Lesson over. You were a good girl, Willow."

"I made notes for you. Also, Miss Becky had us grouped into four for the new class project. Don't worry, I saved a spot for you in my group."

I was on a video call with my best friend. We've been talking for an hour now. 

She picked up a textbook and showed it to the screen. 

"Mr. Dustin said we had to buy it, so I got two. One for me and one for you."

I couldn't help but get a bit too emotional. "Thanks, girl." 

She pouted. "How are you doing, though? Are you getting any better?"

"Yes. I'm much better now." 

When I left her house, I said I was sick, and Mum had asked me to come over so she could take care of me. 

In reality, I was indeed sick. My legs hurt. My pussy was sore. I was crying a lot from guilt. My head was messed with thoughts. I was both physically and mentally sick. And it would have gotten worse if I'd stayed, so that was why I came home instead. It's been a week. But I still wasn't mentally ready to go back there. I can't face him.

"And how long before you come back to live in our house?" April added, expectantly.

"Honestly, I don't know. Mum still needs me here and..." I paused, realizing that it wasn't worth saying any more. 

Because how could I tell her that I was running from her Dad?

"..and what? Do you have another problem?"

"No. It's just Mum. She...she's having those mental breakdowns again and you know how she gets when she's back at it."

"I know. I'm so sorry, girlfriend. We don't deserve such shitty Mums."

Shitty Mums. Mine was a brokenhearted, overly strict Mum, who trauma dumped on me and made me her damn anchor. 

April's Mum abandoned her with her Father when she was five. She never called or showed up. No one knows where she is. 

So yeah, shitty Mums indeed. Except I try to always remind myself that my Mum loves me and she's just a victim of Dad's infidelity.

"My Dad won't stop asking me when you're coming back to the house. Or to school." 

My breathing hitched. Hot air rushed through my spine, down to my inner thighs. Memories of that night replayed in my head, spiking up my hormones.

Stop it, Willow. 

"I think he got a little too used to having you with us. If I didn't know better, I'd think he's sad that you left. So you'd better hurry back home. This is your home too, you know that, right?"

Tears dropped from my eyes. Guilt surged through my heart. I didn't deserve this much goodness from her, knowing I fucked her Dad. 

"I love you, girl," I said, silencing my guilt. That much was true. I did love her. I just don't know what came over me that night. 

"Love you more, bedbug. Goodnight." Just then her door creaked open. "Who are you talking to, sweetie?"

My chest constricted in raw excitement at the voice. 

"It's...Willow, Dad. Come say hi."

"Goodnight." I blurted out, hanging up quickly before he got the chance to show up on the screen. 

I was literally hyperventilating. It took a good minute for me to chill. 

What the heck, Willow?

I fell to the bed, burying my face into my pillow. What should I do?

The loud voices downstairs snapped me out of my reverie. I knew those voices. I knew what was going on. And it reminded me exactly why I left this house in the first place. 

I hurried downstairs, but paused midway on the stairs and just watched. 

Mum was furiously blasting Dad, while waving some papers in his face. Dad's fists were clenched, ready to blast her back. 

Why was he here at such a late hour anyway?

"Joint custody? Joint custody?! There's no way I'm letting you have access to my daughter!"

"She's my daughter, too. And I might be fighting with her mother but I still love my daughter. So I have every right to be her Dad."

"Well, you should have thought of that before cheating! Because right now, you've lost all those rights, and she wants nothing to do with you!"

Tears rushed down my face. But I remained silent. I couldn't get involved. I've never gotten involved in their fights. Not even when we lived together.

"You're a terrible father and husband. What you deserve is a lifetime in hell with the devil!"

"For once, would you cut down on your religious shit and be fucking realistic? Yes, I'm an awful husband, but I've never been a terrible Father."

True. 

I mean, I love Mum. God knows I'm on her side. But Dad's never really directly hurt me either. So...so...why do I have to cut ties with him, too? It hurts. 

"Well, you can't be an awful husband and still be a good Father. It doesn't work that way. Also, Willow needs to be far away from a man like you. Because you're toxic to her. You're gonna ruin her life..."

There wasn't much left of my life at the moment, so what was there to ruin? 

Deep in thought, I hadn't realized they'd gone quiet. 

"Willow..." Dad said quietly, staring at me. His eyes held so much love, it made my heart hurt. "Baby..."

How could I stay away from the only man I've ever loved? The only one who's ever loved me back?

But then, I looked at Mum's hurting eyes, and again I was reminded why. He hurt Mum. And I was my mother's daughter. 

"Go to your room, Willow," Mum said, wiping her tears vigorously.

"No, baby, wait-"

But I already turned around and was racing up to my room. I got inside and shut the door, dropped on my bed, and cried myself to sleep. 

The next day, I dressed up for school. Staying here would kill me. The rigid atmosphere would literally suffocate me. I needed some fresh air.

I came downstairs and found Mum setting the table. She smiled at the sight of me. 

"Going back to school?"

"Yup."

"Come eat breakfast."

"I'm already late, Mum. Sorry." I declined and left the house. 

I took the bus. It was an hour before I got to my school. I was headed for my first class.

"Look who showed up!" The shriek and firm hands wrapped around my neck brought me back to life. 

Suddenly, I wasn't feeling so depressed anymore. 

"April! You're suffocating me!" I laughed, struggling in her massive hug. 

"That's what you get for being absent for so long." She giggled. Then she finally let go. "God, I've missed you so much."

"Me too." I smiled. We linked hands as we walked. 

"I have a lot of tea to spill. About me and...you know..." she wiggled her brows. "God, that man is a fucking stud..."

"Nope, I don't wanna hear it." I covered my ears. She laughed, trying to yank my hand off my ears. 

"He pounded me so fucking good that I lost my breath, literally. And when he made me suck his dick..."

"April!"

"Girl, he's fucking huge. I was gagging. That man deep-throated me to the point of tears. And I loved it. I fucking loved it!!"

"April!!!" I squealed, running away from her. 

"Wait for me!"

I got to the class first and went to an empty seat at the back. April was right on my tail, grinning ear to ear.

She sat down and whispered. "He came in my mouth. You wanna know what he tasted like?"

"Go to hell," I whispered back. She laughed heartily but finally gave me a break.

But her brief silence made my mind wander. To that night. Her Dad made me taste his cum. It tasted...weirdly delicious. 

Lord, please. Don't make me think about him anymore. 

"Dad?" April muttered. 

I looked at her sharply, but she was staring ahead. I followed her gaze and froze at the sight of him, standing in front of the class. 

Mr. Joe Anderson, in a suit, was a killer. Also, he looked so modest, it was hard to think he was the same man fucking me unapologetically a week ago. 

"I know you all are shocked to see me. Dr. Johnson has the flu. He won't be here. He asked me to fill in for him."

Everyone mumbled. Not out of disappointment, though. They loved April's Dad. But yeah, this was a bit of a shock for everyone. 

But the mumbling died quickly, and he dropped his books on the table. Then his gaze wandered and somehow singled me out.

My lips quivered at the intense stare. He wasn't blinking. He wasn't looking away either. He gulped, making his Adam's apple bob. 

I gulped too. But I didn't break eye contact. I was slowly feeling feverish, and there was an unhealthy twitching inside my panties.

"I guess Dad's happy to see you. He won't stop staring." April nudged me with a grin.

Happy...those weren't happy eyes. They were hungry eyes. Eyes that crushed my little hole that night. Eyes that seem to wanna do it again.

Also, there was a burn in those eyes. Like he was angry. Why? What did I do?

"I guess so," I whispered back to April, finally breaking eye contact and dropping my gaze to my thighs.