"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.

The class ended two hours later. I kept my head low throughout those hours, unable to look at him. Knowing he was finally leaving brought a bit of calmness to me. 

"I learned that he gave you guys an individual project," he said, packing his books. It was officially the end of the class. 

Some voices mumbled a "yes", while others whined. 

"He asked me to collect them. So this is what we're gonna do, yeah?"

I wasn't listening. I mean, I was, but I was more panicky about the fact that I hadn't completed my project. How could I when Mum wouldn't give me a break?

I quickly took out my notes from my bag and began getting the work done. It was supposed to be submitted in a printed form, but I guess I'll have to beg the professor to pardon me. The important thing is that I submitted something, right?

"Girlfriend," April nudged me. I paused scribbling in my notes and looked at her. She tipped her head forward and I looked. 

Her Dad was staring right at me again. I sucked in a shaky breath. 

"Willow Smokes, where was your mind at? You didn't hear a word I said."

"Uh..." I wasn't sure how to reply. I can't say that I was finishing up my project. I'd be ratting myself out. 

"See me after class." He deadpanned. Panic yanked at my insides. I do not wanna see him after class. 

"The rest of you, submit your projects to Willow. She'll bring it to my office. Have a nice day." He was gone in a blink. 

I didn't even want to think about what he just said. Finishing up my project was more important. 

April helped me collect the projects of the rest of the class. I took a quick glance at her and she was bickering with the HAS girls. They're always on each other's throats; it doesn't faze me anymore. 

Minutes later, she was back at my desk. "God, I hate those girls!"

"You'd fit in their little group if you didn't hate them so much." I teased.

"I'd rather die than be friends with those little witches." She huffed, folding her arms. "I think they're just jealous of me..."

"Here we go again." I rolled my eyes playfully. Trust April to give you major main character energy every damn time. 

"But it's true." She insisted. "I mean, why else-"

I turned off her voice, focusing solely on my project. Half an hour later, I was done. 

"Thank God!" I stretched. My bones were sore. 

"Yeah, thank God." She scoffed, getting on her feet. "He sat here with you for half an hour. Sure, let's thank him."

"Thank you, April." I laughed, blowing her a kiss.

I stood and grabbed my bag. She helped me carry the books until we were close to her Father's office. 

"See you later." She waved, going the opposite direction. 

I was itching to beg her to come with me. But it'd be a dead giveaway, and I didn't want her to suspect me. 

So I braced myself and knocked on the door. 

"Who is it?" His edgy voice came from inside. 

I gulped. "It's...it's...Willow, Sir."

"Come inside."

Dear God...

My shaky fingers pushed the doorknob and the door opened. I walked in slowly and shut the door behind me. 

I almost didn't. But the air conditioner was on. He'd be pissed if I left the door open. 

He was sitting on his leather chair, his coat was gone, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and he had glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

I was struggling to navigate my breathing amidst my racing heart. It doesn't help that he looks so nonchalantly hot...it doesn't help me one bit. 

"Took you forever," He said with a smile. But his eyes were cold. It gave me chills. 

"I'm...I'm...here to drop these." I gestured at the books. 

He pointed at his table. I came forward slowly, dropping the books on it. 

"I'll get going, Sir..." I bowed, ready to race out of here. 

"Why did you disappear?" He dropped the question, taking off his glasses. 

I froze. 

He stood in a slow, menacing pace, towering over me. Thank God there was a table between us. 

His hands were braced on it as he leaned forward. "Why did you run away, Willow?"

"I...didn't..."

"Oh, yes, you did. I woke up the next morning and you were gone. Vanished. I wanna think it wasn't because you didn't enjoy what happened."

"No...I...I...had to go see my Mum..."

"So you enjoyed it?"

"No..."

"No?" He gritted out in a very husky tone. 

I was jittery. What should I say? No? Yes? What?

"Please just let me go back to my classes." I pleaded, almost tearing up. "Whatever happened between us has to remain a secret forever. You said so yourself, right? You said we weren't gonna mention it after that night."

He stayed quiet for seconds, boring holes in me with his eyes. His jaw was clenching like it had some murder instinct. I wasn't sure why he seemed so angry. 

Wasn't this what he wanted to hear? 

Wasn't he supposed to be happy that I'm willing to let it go?

He leaned up and walked out of his seat, hands in his pockets. 

"You're young and naive, Willow. So I bet you don't know this. But you don't run off in the morning after such an intense moment. It's...disrespectful." 

"I didn't mean to disrespect you..."

"I'm sure you didn't, you're such a good girl, you wouldn't dare." He snorted. He was getting closer to me. My heart was pounding with every step he took. 

Soon, he was in front of me, intimidating me with his height and intense aura. His hand left his pocket and found its way to my neck, softly wrapping around it. 

I gasped. "S...Sir..."

"You don't get to brush me under the fucking bus either, Willow." His voice was low and rusty. "I call the shots, not you. You're too fucking young to even dare."

My eyes widened in confusion. What does that mean?

"Sure, we're gonna pretend it never happened, but why the fuck is that very easy for you to do? You're young, it was your first time. You should be shattered. You should be bawling your eyes out. You should be hating me. Not being this fucking calm and boldly telling me that we should forget it happened."

"But...but...isn't that what you wanted?"

He yanked my face forward, and I gasped. Those eyes were creeping me out. His harsh breath hitting my face made my nerves clench. Slowly, he gave a tight smile. 

"It sure is. I don't wanna be reminded that I fucked my daughter's virgin, naive best-friend." He gritted out. 

That was harsh. 

"Then...then...why are you angry?"

His eyes flickered. "I'm not angry. I'm just..." his gaze fell to my lips. Slowly, he began lowering his face to mine. 

"Sir...Anderson..." I'd hate myself even more if he repeats any bit of what happened that night.

"You shouldn't have left like that. Maybe then, I wouldn't be as confused and...incensed as I am right now."

"I...I...don't...understand..."

"You wanna know the crazy thoughts that went through my head?"

"No..." 

Something snapped in his eyes. He left my neck, held my arm, and swiftly shoved me to the table. 

"Bend over."

"Sir..." 

"Bend over." He seethed.

"No..."

His jaw tightened dangerously. "I forbid you from using that word on me. It's yes or yes. No more bloody nos from you."

"Please let me go..." Tears dropped from my eyes. "...this...this isn't the place for this. What if someone walks in?"

"Bend the fuck over!" He silently yelled, pinning me down on the table. I tried to stand but his hand kept me down. 

"Sir!" I whimpered, but he was adamant in my silent struggles.

"You're bloody young to be in my damn head, Willow. And too fucking soon makes it more insane!" He cussed, yanking up my dress. "All we had was a moment. You had no business haunting my thoughts and my damn dreams."

"I don't know what you're talking about...please let me go..."

"Then let me show you," he shoved down my panties, thrusting two fingers into my wet pussy. 

I whimpered at the forceful entry. His fingers went in too deep, stringing out a muffled cry from me.

"Those damn quiet whimpering of yours...they haunted me every night." He shoved faster, mercilessly, like he was serving me a punishment. I held the edges of the table as my body vibrated from his vicious thrusts.  

"Oh...my...God..." my lips quivered. My eyes rolled and danced at the rippling surge building inside me. I held the edges tighter, waiting for it.

"Your teary blue eyes haunted me..."

He clenched out, pulling out his fingers and shoving them all the way in. 

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..." I squirmed on the table.

"Head down." He ordered, holding down my head with his grip on my hair. "Now cum for me, you little insolent girl."

I busted. My legs quivered as I orgasmed so hard. 

"Daddy..." I didn't know when that came out. It just felt like the natural thing to call him right now. 

He swatted my ass cheeks. "That's what I am, your fucking Daddy. You don't get to run away from me, Willow. This better be the last time."