Becoming Daddy’s Girl part 1

I couldn’t think, breathe, all I could do at this moment was feel…

My face burning hot with desire.

His hand pawing at my breast.

Feel the entire length of him inside me.

He was an insatiable beast, and I loved it.

His pace quickened, filling me in ways I never knew possible.

This was wrong.

I knew I should be angry, scared or disgusted, it felt too good to fight.

I begin to lose myself as his grip tightens around my throat.

A malicious smile twisted his lips “there’s my good girl, cum for daddy.”

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I’m sorry sweetie, but I think this is for the best.”

I roll my eyes at my mother’s words. This situation is best for her.

Ever since she started dating John she’s become less of a mother and more like a hormone-driven

teenager, though I suppose that’s what happens when you start dating a man half your age.

She treats me more like a burden than her daughter. God forbid I ask for some attention.

Maybe she thinks he’ll get a wandering eye… or worse. I shudder, pushing the thought from my head.

I wish she could see what a selfish bitch she’s being.

“I haven’t seen this man since I was two and you’re just going to dump me on his doorstep? Does he even know you’re bringing me there?”

She sighs, “I am not dumping you on his doorstep, for fucks sake Maria no need to be so dramatic. It’s

about time he started pulling his weight! I’ve done it alone for fifteen years. You’re seventeen, he doesn’t have to do much but keep you alive and out of jail.”

I scoff

“besides, might do you some good having your dad in your life.”

I start to get irritated. “You never answered my question. Does he know I’m coming?”

“Of course he does! I’ve been talking to him for a month and a half so he could be prepared.”

A month and a half?! She sprung this on me two weeks ago!

“Wow, that makes me feel so much better, thanks Mom. Only took fifteen years and a twenty-five year old boy toy to realize how desperately a girl needs her father. This entire thing is a joke.”

I put my headphones on and glance at my reflection in the side mirror. My hair was due for another color treatment, my auburn roots are coming in fast. I notice the black smudges that line my emerald green eyes, annoyed that I’ll have to fix them before I get there. Why though? What’s the point? I’m not going to fix my eyeliner, fuck it, not like it really matters. Nothing seems to matter anymore.

Still an hour and a half drive left, maybe I could jump out of the truck and make a run for it… ugh, this sucks.

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We finally arrive, pulling up to a nice sized grey brick house. The front porch is simply decorated with a

table and a couple of chairs. Rose bushes line the gravel walkway.

There’s a deck with one of those chair swings, a grill and assorted chairs around a fire pit, overlooking a lake. The view is breathtaking.

I try my best to take in my surroundings, it’s beautiful, but I suddenly notice that he has no immediate neighbors.

Weird. I look over at my mother to see if she’s noticed too, she’s staring down at her phone a look of disappointment on her face. Maybe she was having second thoughts?

“Your father will be out in a minute to help with the bags.” I guess not.

I angrily unbuckle my seatbelt and rip it away from me. I reach for the door handle and feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn to see the pain in my mother’s eyes.

“Maria, I know you may not believe me right now but I do love you. I’m just trying to give us both the lives we deserve. I know you may think I’m being selfish, but this is what needs to happen.”

Every fiber of my being wants to scream at her, she could still live her life without uprooting mine. I think better of it, not wanting to leave on worse terms. I lean over to hug her. “Love you too Mom. This still blows though.”

This touching moment is brought to a halt by the sound of a knock on my window. I look over and feel as I’ve been punched in the chest.

The man before me was extraordinary to behold. His long auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail,

bluish-green eyes shining like the sun’s reflection off the sea, his goatee was trimmed neatly as if outlining his full lips.

I roll down the window and he leans in, his arm brushes against mine. I look down to see the muscles in his forearm, strong and inviting… whoa girl, easy does it.

After what felt like an eternity he finally spoke.

His voice deep yet soothing “Michelle, good to see you. I trust you had no trouble finding the place?”

my mother flashes her fakest smile. “Hello Dorian. Pretty easy to find the only house on the block.”

So, she did notice. “Thanks for taking her on such short notice, I figured it was about time you two got a chance to reconnect.”

He smirked, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice he replied “yeah, fifteen years does seem to be the appropriate amount of time to be able to see my daughter.”

I chuckled “that’s what I said.”

He looked at me and all the oxygen in the world seemed to disappear all at once. God those eyes could stare into your soul.

“Maria! Look at you! You’ve grown so much, what happened to my baby girl with the chubby cheeks and buck teeth?”

I blush “gone, as will be any copies of photos I see!” they both laughed. I shifted uncomfortably.

He started to bring my bags inside as I said goodbye to my mother.

I watched her pull away, part of me hoping she would turn around and realize she was making a mistake. As she kept driving it finally sank in that my home, my friends, everything that I had ever known was gone and I was left with this familiar

stranger.

I sighed, basking in this bittersweet feeling for a moment before heading inside.

I take in my surroundings.

It’s bigger than mom’s place. The living room looked like the cover of a catalog. Black leather sectional, black iron and glass coffee tables with end tables to match. A big screen TV mounted over the fire place.

Dad’s got pretty good taste.

I turn and see the dining room, it’s a bit more simplistic than the living room. Oak table and chairs.

Antique grandfather clock in the corner and a bar set up next to it. I can see into the kitchen and notice

it’s all stainless steel appliances. Seems like dad’s done pretty well for himself without having mom and I to bleed him dry.

A wave of sadness rushes over me, I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice him standing in the hallway.

“Maria?”

I jumped damn near out of my skin.

“Jesus, could you wear a bell or something so I don’t have a heart attack every time you pop up out of nowhere?!” he laughed

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was going to ask if you wanted a tour of the place but I see you’re managing just fine.”

I half smiled, unable to shake the sadness I felt. He walks over and places a tentative hand on my shoulder. “I know this is going to take some adjusting for both of us, but I want you to know that I’ll do my best to help you through it”

I muttered a thanks and let out a yawn.

“You must be tired, let me show you to your room.” I nodded as he lead me down the hallway.

“This first one here is your room, this one next to it is mine and the bathroom is right across from your room.”

I motioned to the door at the end of the hall. “you must never, ever go in there! No matter what you see or hear!” he could see the concern on my face and laughed “I’m just joking, that’s the linen closet.”

I chuckled, not sure whether or not I was impressed by the joke or uncomfortable by it.

He opens my door and steps aside, giving me ample room to take it all in. The room was certainly spacious.

There was a large bay window over looking a small garden, there was a cherrywood dresser on one side of the window and a little vanity table with a mirror on the opposite side.

There was a bare four poster bed, all black. A small computer desk was set up next to the bed. On top of the desk was a bright pink laptop with black skulls.