Teach me Daddy

Table of Contents Epilogue – Cora Maddox Cora About Isabella Starling About Demi Donovan

TEACH ME DADDY

ISABELLA STARLING DEMI DONOVAN

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Epilogue – Cora About Isabella Starling About Demi Donovan

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ONE

Maddox

I

f she only knew how beautiful she was, she would have never ended up like this.

I shuffled through the pictures one after another for what had to be the fifth time, taking in each image. It had been a long time since I’d even held actual photographs instead of scrolling through a list on some smartphone. It seemed fitting, in a way.

She had the kind of ageless beauty that the digital era could never do justice to. “I know she’s not much, but I really fucking need this,” he told me, running his hand through his hair nervously. It was thinning. Blond. He had that wily look in his eyes that I’d come to recognize from seeing one too many people who’d gotten in over their heads. But I couldn’t really spare him much of my attention right now. Looking at pictures of her was like staring at the sun. I couldn’t look away, even though I knew she was burning me up inside out. My mouth was cotton, my head hummed, endless visions of her assaulting me like a sweet, twisted daydream. How good she’d look, bent over a rack, her tight ass in the air, the pink lips of her pussy wet and waiting. What kind of sounds she’s make when I rammed my cock in her asshole for the first time.

Would she beg me for more if I twisted her nipples, if I clamped them? If I sucked on them and bit them? Would she stretch herself to fit me willingly, or would I have to teach her to do it? Would she be mine entirely, or would she just give me her body? “She’s a virgin?” I asked, cutting through the nervous back and forth pacing of the excuse of a man I was sharing a space with at the moment. “Oh, trust me. She’s a virgin alright,” he said, a crooked grin lighting up his face. There was hope in his eyes now, gleaming and desperate. The last thing I wanted was to make his day, but I wasn’t given a chance right now. The first moment I saw her pictures, I knew I couldn’t say no. No matter what the deal was. No matter how long or short I could have her for. I needed her, and I was going to fucking have her.

“You’re certain?” I asked, feeling my cock throb painfully in my jeans. “No doubt in my mind.” “Good,” I said simply, setting the stack of photos in order and sliding them into a pocket in my briefcase. “Does that mean… does that mean you’ll do it?” he asked. It gave me pause, but not for long. Knowing that her body was untouched, that she was waiting for me, aching for me… “Yes. But it’ll be on my terms.” “Whatever you want, man,” he said, smiling wide now. “I’ll text you the details, alright? You don’t know how much this means to me, that you-“ “Fine,” I said, feeling my skin crawl from sharing a space with this douche. “Text me the details.” I grabbed the briefcase and headed out, letting the

door fall shut behind me. I walked down the long corridor toward the crowded street, people milling back and forth behind the glass door leading outside. I thought my head would clear the moment I stepped out, that she’d be wiped away and brushed into the recesses of my mind like the rest of them had. She wouldn’t budge. And I didn’t mind. My fingers flexed around the handle of the briefcase as I stepped out and the sunlight bathed me in warmth. I filed into the throng of bodies seamlessly, starting to walk toward my car almost on autopilot. I shouldn’t have agreed to do it. I shouldn’t have said yes. Yet the fact that she’d be wrapped around my cock soon, begging and pleading my name, meant that it would all be worth it. I’d take her, I’d break her, and I’d put her back together the way she needed to be put together again. And then I’d get over her, it

would be like it never happened. That’s what always happened. How was I to know that this time, it wouldn’t.

TWO

Cora

I

looked into the mirror one more time. My hands slid over my chest, down my belly and my hips. There were curves there I wasn't used to. Indents and crevices that hadn't been there last year. I looked different. I looked like I'd grown up. I'd gotten a haircut a few days ago, chopping my stringy red hair until it was shoulder-length. The

hairdresser had taught me how to style it, too, and now it framed my face in big, voluminous waves. My eyes were still the same, at least. Still that bright green color that looked so unusual coupled with my red hair and the scattering of freckles across the bridge of my nose. Were it not for them, my skin would've looked like porcelain, like my mom used to say. With a sigh, I cupped my tits and squeezed them. They'd grown too, gotten so much bigger than the tiny A-cups I had last year. I hadn't gone bra shopping, though I needed to, since I didn't want to bother dad and ask him for some money. It would've been too embarrassing. But I'd measured them myself with instructions I'd found online, and I knew they were now a C-cup. I decided to skip the bra that day. It would never fit anyway, and I didn't feel like stuffing my boobs into a too-small outfit when I was just going to be at home. I would have more than enough of that when the school year began and I'd have to wear

the uniforms that were all too small for me now. I pulled on a simple T-shirt dress I'd gotten from the mall that summer, looking at my reflection in the mirror to make sure the dress wasn't seethrough. As long as my nipples didn't get hard, I would be fine. No one would have a clue that I wasn't wearing a bra. "Cora! Get the fuck down here!" I froze for a moment. I'd taken too long with getting ready, or more like trying to avoid what was coming next. I rushed, smoothing the dress down over my new curves and giving my hair a final flick before running downstairs. I'd planned on doing my makeup too, to practice for the first day of school on the next day, but now I didn't have the time. All I had on was some Chapstick and a bit of mascara. I almost fell flat on my face when I got to the base of the stairs from being in such a hurry. I didn't want to piss dad off any more than he already was.

Since mom died when I was just a kid, it seemed like he was permanently in a bad mood. I could barely remember the last time I saw him smile. He was drunk as hell most of the time, with a hairtrigger temper. It didn't take a lot to make him angry. Luckily, I'd never had to handle his anger, as he was always lenient with me. I was sure he'd never hurt me. I wasn't that confident when it came to anyone else, though. I walked into the kitchen, feeling immediately selfconscious when I came into the view of several men. All the familiar faces were there. The Sunday night poker crew. My dad's old friend, Jared, wolfwhistled when he saw me coming in. I felt naked then, wearing my stupid dress and nothing else. I hadn't even had the time to slip on some panties, and the warm breeze of the late summer day wafted across my naked legs. "Anything I can do for you, dad?" I asked and the

men leered at me. "Grab us some beers from the cooler," he told me, motioning toward the case without so much as giving me a look. Grateful for the distraction, I moved toward the cooler in the corner of the room, but I could still hear their conversation while I got the beer bottles. "She's turning into a piece of fucking work, that one," Jared slurred, and my dad laughed. How the hell were they drunk already? "That's my kid you're talking about," he remarked. "Don't make me punch you, Jar." "Just saying," Jared added defensively, scoffing. "The tits on that little thing. Wish I could cum all over them." "Shut the fuck up," someone from the table warned him, and I froze in the doorway, clutching the bottles to my chest. I knew Jared had gotten himself into trouble. I could see the punch coming

before my dad's fist ever moved. Even though my dad was weird sometimes, he was fiercely protective of me. He'd never let anyone talk about me like that, least of all when I was in the room. Sure enough, I heard him slamming his fist into Jared's face next. Loud cursing followed and then I heard the front door opening and closing as Jared landed on his ass outside our house. I made like I was still busy with the beer. The truth as I just didn't want to see what was going on. "Here are your beers," I said softly, depositing a bottle in front of every one of my dad's remaining friends. I could feel their eyes on me, checking me out, and for some reason, it excited me. I hated myself for it. These were men who were double my age, men who could have been my father. And I would never in a million years let any of them kiss me, or touch me. But still, I liked that someone had noticed me. It sure as hell hadn't

happened before. When I gave my dad a beer as he returned, he gave me a scrutinous look. He looked at me like it was my fault what had happened, like he was pissed at me, but I had no idea why. So I just fidgeted on the spot, unsure of what he wanted me to do next. "Anything else I can do for you?" I asked awkwardly while everyone else was silent, oddly transfixed with their cards. I guess it wasn't just me who could feel the tensity in the room. "What were you even doing up there?" dad asked me. "Getting ready for school," I said with a shrug. "Tomorrow's the first day, remember?" "What year are you in now?" one of dad's friends asked me. "I'm a senior in high school," I answered. "I just turned eighteen this summer."

"Legal," he remarked with a leery grin, and I blushed so deeply I thought I'd burn up on the spot. It definitely wasn't the same guy who had warned Jared. "Don't make me throw you out right along with Jared's ass," dad warned him, his tone a low hiss. "Go on, Cora, go back upstairs." "Okay," I said in a small voice. I walked out of there, but as I was leaving, I felt a sharp gaze following me. I hesitated in the doorway, hearing all the men getting back to their poker game, and risked a look over my shoulder. Dad was looking at me, his eyes burning a hole in my back as he watched me move out of the room. I wanted to say something, ask him what was wrong, but the words dried up in my mouth. Instead, I just turned around and pretended the strange moment hadn't happened. I walked through the entryway and up the stairs, trying to forget the

look in my dad's eyes. That was when the doorbell rang. "Cora!" dad bellowed out. "Get that." I sighed. I wanted to get back to picking out my outfit for the next day and making sure I had everything ready for my last first day of high school. But because I'd always been obedient, and because I was a little afraid of the consequences if I didn't do what he asked of me when he was in one of his moods, I made the trek back down the stairs and toward the front door. "Who is it?" I called out. I waited a moment. No answer. I furrowed my brows, and called out into the kitchen, "Are you expecting someone else for the poker game?" I didn't get an answer, just a steady murmur of voices. Everyone was probably too busy playing to acknowledge my question.

All I could do was hope that the man on the other side of the door wasn't Jared. I really didn't want to deal with him again that night. I was glad dad had sent him away. Finally, I just gave in and opened the door. I had to look up to see who it was, and the man standing before me wasn't anyone I recognized. He looked much, much too good for our little backwater town, let alone for our little house in the suburbs. "D-daddy?" I called out for my father, a word I hadn't used in years. It was supposed to be a call, but it came out more like a whisper as I stared at the handsome stranger. His hair was dark, streaked with a tiny bit of grey on the sides. He had these piercing grey eyes, bright but promising a depth and darkness to them if someone got under his skin the wrong way. A faint hint of stubble lined his chin, and I could see a multitude of tattoos sneaking from under his

sleeves and the low collar of the T-shirt he was wearing. "Daddy?" he smirked. His voice was deep and delicious. "Sure, I'll be your Daddy, little thing."

THREE

Maddox

I

couldn’t stop staring at her. She was just as perfect as she had been in the pictures, even better in fact.

That delicate face with high cheekbones and innocent eyes staring up at me, those plump pink lips, slightly parted, making me think what she would look like on her knees with my cock shoved between them… The curves that she was growing

into, with the thick swell of her tits that even the loose dress could do nothing to hide… Perfect. And she’d just called me Daddy and I had to do everything I could to not shove her against the wall and give her a first taste of what a real man tasted like. To say that I was hard was an understatement. It was like a shot of pure adrenaline went flying straight through my bloodstream and I was riding the high. I could have just stood there, looking at her, for the rest of the night, but the voices coming from further in the house kicked me out of that daydream of all the things I could and would do to her. “Mad Dog, is that you?” And the spell was broken. I sighed, stifling the urge to roll my eyes at that old, forgotten nickname. If there was ever a man I had hoped never to see again, it was Alexander Royce,

the kid I never liked in high school, and the man I would likely enjoy spending time with just as little. But seeing as the circumstances called for alternative measures this time, I would simply have to roll with the punches. “Do you want to show me in? Or are you going to just stand and stare?” I asked Cora, shoving my hands in my pockets nonchalantly. Though there was nothing casual about it. I needed to shift my hard-on slightly before walking into the poker game I wasn’t looking forward to. While Cora could be clueless in all her innocence, I was sure that at least one of the grown-ass men in the building would notice if I walked in with a raging hard-on behind a barely legal teenager. Not that I expected them to be hiding theirs any better. With how Cora looked, there was no fucking way every single one of those men wasn’t jerking off to her the moment they got to their respective homes. Hell, if any of them took longer than a couple of minutes during the game to take a

leak, I’d know they hadn’t lasted even that long. I couldn’t blame the poor bastards either. Cora didn’t budge, but her cheeks were lit with pink and I could see her nervousness clear as day. It was the sweetest thing. I leaned forward, coming level with her face, just a few inches between us. “Be a good girl for Daddy now,” I said mockingly, but it felt so fucking right the moment those words slipped over my lips. It was decided then and there. That was exactly what I wanted her to call me from now on. “I’m sorry,” she murmured with that blush only deepening, turning around on her heel quickly and heading in. I closed the door behind me and walked in after her, distracting myself with learning the layout of the downstairs of the house in order to stop staring at the swing of her ass as she skittered toward the kitchen.

It was a nondescript home, lacking in personality. It wasn’t too small, or too big or fancy. If anything, I’d call it Spartan – everything had a purpose. The walls were blank, there wasn’t a decorative pillow or knick-knack in sight. Knowing Alex, I’d half-expected singing sea basses on the walls. But I guess he wasn’t the Alexander Royce I remembered anymore. “Mad Dog!” Alex greeted me as we walked into the kitchen with Cora. She made herself scarce, fussing around with a cooler in the corner and trying to pretend like she wasn’t listening in on the conversation. “Alexander,” I said with a slight smile. “Sorry for being late.” “Forget about it,” Alex replied with a grin, standing up and coming to shake my hand. His shake was firm and he patted me on the shoulder as he turned to introduce me to the rest of the crowd. There was no one I knew, or no one I

wanted to know. “Guys, this is Maddox Jacobson, we go way back. Went to high school together and the poor bastard’s moved to our town now.” He rattled off the names of the other jackasses at the table and showed me a seat. “Mad Dog?” the guy to my right asked as I was getting dealt in. He’d been introduced as Randall, but considering how no one at the table had managed to keep a straight face at that, it didn’t take much to deduce that he’d be one of your classic Randys. “Don’t ask,” I said, checking my cards. “Long story,” Alexander confirmed. “Cora, get Maddox a beer.” He basically barked the order, so short and sharp that I saw how Cora jumped slightly at it. She glanced over her shoulder from the cooler, her gaze flickering between me and her father, and

nodded meekly. It looked like she was used to being ordered around, but the way she reacted made me wonder just what lengths he’d go to with her. Girls with loving relationships with their father didn’t twitch when their father spoke to them, basically. She got up and brought me a can. The conversation went on around the table without anyone but me, Alex and Cora being aware of the slight tension. The bottle was about to be placed down when Alex made a sound that made Cora look up, those pretty, green eyes of her showing what I could only interpret as worry and maybe a tiny bit of fear. It made my blood boil. No one, least of all her father, should scare her. He was supposed to protect her, not terrify her. “Yes?” she asked with a small voice. “Open it up for him. What, are you stupid?” Alex scoffed.

My hand rolled into a fist on my knee and my jaw clenched. “If she’s your daughter, you can’t really blame her,” one of the other guys at the table remarked, bringing with it a round of chuckles. Alex gave the man a dangerous look, but I caught the moment he willed himself to take the joke and roll with it. It was like a switch flipped and his expression smoothed out into a grin. Cora opened the can for me and she couldn’t back away from the table fast enough. I saw the way she looked at me again as she tried to make a break for the door, hoping that she was excused, and I wasn’t the only one. “Where do you think you’re going?” Randy called, slurring his words slightly as he kicked back the rest of his beer and slammed the empty bottle on the table. “Get one for Randy,” Alex barked, leaning back in the chair.

“Okay,” Cora said, but she kept sneaking glances at me when she was told to refresh the beers of most of the table. “That’s what I’ve always said matters,” Alex started as the game continued. “You gotta raise them right from the beginning. Obedient.” He was met with a murmur of agreement. Cora was passing by Alex when he was saying that, trying to deliver some snacks for the table, when Alex reached out and grabbed her. He pulled her on his lap and she gasped, almost dropping the plate. More laughter from the group, and more shamed discomfort from Cora. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to last through this fucking game if they kept treating her like that. The desire to break a few noses was too fucking great. “Please, dad, I need to get ready for school tomorrow,” Cora said in barely a whisper, trying to wiggle off his lap. She shot me a look, as if hoping I hadn’t noticed

what was going on. “You know, Alex, I think she doesn’t want to sit on your lap. I think she wants to cuddle up on our new guest’s instead,” Randy mocked with a grin, looking at me and then back at Cora and Alex. “Is that so?” Alex asked in a tentative tone, squeezing his arm around Cora’s waist. “I thought I raised you right, but I guess your mother managed to fuck you up faster than I thought. She was always ready to suck the first cock she could see, too. What, are you fucking wet for my friend, Cora? Go to him, then.” Alex shoved her off his lap and Cora stumbled to the middle of the room. There were nervous chuckles around the table but all I could see was the sheer mortification on Cora’s face. She stood there, like a deer in the headlights for a moment, before bolting for the door and running upstairs. An echo of laughter followed her.

“Guess you’re gonna have to hope for better luck next time,” Randy commented, looking at me. “Guess so,” I huffed in response, playing along with their stupidity. I waited about a minute, as much to calm myself down so I wouldn’t flip this fucking table and get into a fistfight with a room full of yokels as to dilute why I was actually doing it, before excusing myself. “Need to take a leak,” I said, with Alex giving me loose directions to the bathroom. Instead, I pulled the kitchen door closed behind me and headed up the stairs. It didn’t take long until Cora’s sobbing took me to her room. I pushed open the door and stepped into a sanctuary that didn’t look anything like the rest of the house, It was pink. All pink. With fluffy pillows, a lacey bedspread, dolls and stuffed animals on the shelves, it looked like a room for a five-year-old, not an eighteen-year-old young woman.

And in the middle of it all was my Cora, tears trickling down her cheeks, curled up on a small recliner under the window, hugging a teddy bear to her chest. Her legs were pulled up under her and she was holding onto the toy tightly. She stopped mid-sob as she saw me, jumping up from the chair with her back to the window. “You shouldn’t be here!” she gasped, her eyes flickering between me and the door I was closing behind me. “I must have gotten lost,” I said noncommittally, making sure the door clicked into place behind me. The last thing I needed was Alexander or any of his dumbass friends to come and find us. “You should leave,” she said then, jutting her chin out and trying to stand firm. I ignored her, taking a thoughtful second look at her room. The wallpaper up from the mid-split had ponies on it, and the lower half was a light, pinkish violet. It was slightly faded, like it had been up for

a long time. “It’s been like that since I was a kid,” Cora explained, as if needing to justify her room to me. “I thought you wanted me to leave,” I said, looking at her. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it. She looked down at her bare feet, her knees poking out from under her dress. She scrunched her toes, the teddy bear still against her chest, the blush I’d seen before returning to her cheeks. I guess she wanted me to stay instead. “My dad would get angry if he found you here.” “That’s not what I asked. Do you want me to leave?” She bit her lip and I swear to god, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I knew she was a virgin, which only added to her appeal, but what really pulled me to her was the juxtaposition of

overstated innocence and the very obvious tendrils of lust that tore through her, confusing her and turning me on. I’d seen the way she looked at me, longing and hungry even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to be, and that was the most delicious thing of all. I’d come up to her room to make sure she was okay, maybe even apologize for what the rest of the pricks, along with her father, had said to her, but now I found myself entirely uninterested in any apologies. Then, she shook her head slightly and I knew I was already in too deep. I crossed the distance between us and came to stand right in front of her. I could almost smell the need on her. Her chest rose and fell faster and she glanced up at me, green eyes full of questions and anticipation. “I think they were right about what they said downstairs.” “What do you mean?” she asked, her mouth clearly

dry. “I think you did want to sit on my lap. I think you want to do a whole lot more than just sit on my lap, little thing.” She blushed scarlet, dropping the bear. It bounced off the toe of my boot. Wordlessly, she tried slipping past me, but I stood firm so she just pushed herself against me harder. I slipped an arm around her, backing her against the windowsill and then pushing her up to sit on it. “Maddox,” she gasped as I spread her legs around my thighs. “No,” I said sharply. “That’s not what you call me. Try again.” Cora looked up at me and bit her lip again, squirming a little. I could barely keep from kissing her right then and there. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone as badly as I wanted her right then and there.

That was definitely not part of the plan. “D-… Daddy?” she asked tentatively. “That’s it. Now, tell me what you wanted to say.” It wasn’t a request. Her pale thighs were spread around me, her dress hiking up just enough for me to admire her inner thighs. An inch more and… I glanced past her, looking out of the window. The guys’ cars were parked outside, the street wasn’t too busy, but anyone could notice us. I didn’t care. “I… nothing,” Cora said, embarrassment dotting her neck with red splotches. “I don’t like guessing, Cora,” I said, my voice deadpan. “I expect you to be a good little girl. Do you understand that?” She nodded a little too eagerly. My cock was rock hard. “So let’s try it again. What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” But I did. I put one hand on her thigh, my rough palm sliding up her soft skin. She let out a little shriek as I started dragging the fabric of her dress upward and she tried to pull it down with both hands. I stopped for a moment, the tattoos that stopped just at my wrist looking so alien next to her unmarred skin. “Show me,” I told her. She didn’t budge. “Show Daddy.” That was the magic word. Tentatively, she let go of the hem and looked away as I hiked her dress up. I could hardly stifle the groan as her bare, uncovered pussy came into view. Small, red curls covered the lips, untrimmed and wild. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Look down, Cora,” I told her, fighting to keep my voice level. “Look at yourself.” She did, gnawing on her plump lower lip. My

thumb rubbed the crease between her pussy lips and thigh, making slow circles that matched the rhythm of her breathing, her breath hitching every time I came close to the slit. “Be honest with me. Are you wet for me?” She let out an embarrassed mewl and it was all I could do not to unzip and fuck her right then and there. There was no way in hell she wasn’t soaked for me, I could see the glistening of her juices on her pink, untouched pussy. She shook her head, the little liar. “I want you to touch yourself for me, prove you’re not wet for me.” She looked up at me and it was then that I was sure that there wasn’t going to be any innocence left in her by the time I was through with her. And that it was exactly what she needed.

FOUR

Cora

H

e wanted me to touch myself.

My cheeks were burning up from the intensity of his gaze. Maddox looked at me expectantly, his dark blue eyes clouded over with lust and need. Slowly, so slowly I was barely moving, I slid my hand down to my stomach. "That's a good girl," he groaned. "A bit lower.

Come on, Cora." My fingers shook as I slid them down my tummy, over my belly button and down my bare legs. My inner thighs were tingling and burning up with the need to be touched, but he'd taken both his hands off me. All I had left was my own touch, and it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me. "Touch me," I begged him in the softest of voices, looking up at him. "I want you to touch me, please." "Not yet," he told me. "Maybe when you've proven to me you're worthy of my touch, sweetheart." I mewled and my hand slid further between my legs until it was an inch away from my pussy. I felt his eyes on the tendrils of red hair covering my pussy, and it made me tingle. I wanted his fingers there, too. Fingers and mouth and god... his cock, too. I wanted his cock touching my pussy lips, so wet for him they were almost dripping. I wanted to tell him I wouldn't do it. I wanted to

stand up for myself. What was the point of checking if I was wet? His clouded eyes could tell I was, my pussy was practically glistening. But it was turning me on so much, just having him stare at me like that without ever laying a finger on my skin. And I wanted more. "I'm scared," I whispered. "What are you scared of?" he asked me. His big hand went up to my face, and he smoothed the waves of hair from my cheek when I looked down. "Don't look the fuck away from me, Cora. I want to fucking see you. I want to see that redness in your cheeks and that little smile you save just for Daddy." I giggled and he pushed my head back so I had to look at him. "Go on," he said roughly, his voice quiet. "Touch your fucking pussy for Daddy, Cora." I looked into his eyes as my fingers wandered between my legs. I touched the soft triangle of hair

between and gasped, wanting to move my hand away. But Maddox stopped me, gently but firmly laying his hand on mine and guiding it back in place. He wasn't touching me anywhere except for the top of my hand, and I wanted so much fucking more. I gasped as he pressed my hand against my pussy, toying with my fingers and making me outline the lips. "Is that nice?" he asked me. "Do your dirty little fingers feel good on that sweet cunt, baby girl?" "Yes," I gasped. "Yes, what?" he growled. "Yes... Daddy." I swallowed hard, my gaze still on his as he played with me. My heart was pounding and there was a pressure building up inside me. A warmth and a tingling sensation that was worrying me. I was so scared of him, but I wouldn't make him stop.

I didn't want to. I needed him to do this to me. "Good girl," he cooed, massaging my lips with pressure on my fingers. "That feels nice, doesn't it?" "Yes, so good, Daddy." I let out a small moan, my mouth opening just so. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I needed to stay quiet so no one heard me. My dad and the rest of his poker buddies were right downstairs, and I couldn't risk any of them coming up here and walking in on us. "Now tell me you’re wet," Maddox said darkly, and I cringed. "N-no," I bit out. "No?" he chuckled. "So you're telling me..." His fingers guided mine to open my pussy lips and I gasped at the intrusion. The cool air of the room hit my exposed clit and I moaned so softly I could barely hear it. "You're telling me that pink little cunt isn't fucking dripping for me?"

"No," I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed. "No," he mocked me. "Look down at your pussy, Cora." I looked away, but he grabbed my chin with his free hand and guided me to look down between my legs. "Look at that soaked little cunt," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my skin and sending a shiver down my back. "Look how wet it is. Are you going to keep lying to me, sweetheart?" I bit back a reply and looked at myself. I was a mess, my pussy so swollen the untouched lips looked puffy and red. The curls of red hairs were damp, and my pussy glistened when he moved our fingers across it. "Lie to me," Maddox told me, and I bit my lip. "Tell me you're not fucking wet." "I'm not wet," I whispered. "Tell me your little pussy isn't begging to be

touched," he said next, and I shivered. "Tell me you don't want Daddy to part those lips and suck your sweet clit into his mouth." "I..." He pulled my hand away, off my center, and I gasped when he suddenly brought it up to his lips. My heart was pounding out of my chest as he looked into my eyes, his tongue darting between his lips and licking my fingers, one by one. He licked my wetness from my hand and he groaned when he tasted me on his tongue. "You taste really fucking sweet, sweetheart," he groaned. "Do you want a taste?" I twisted my hand uncomfortably and he laughed at my hesitation. "Maybe not today. I’ll just keep it… you to myself." He went back to work on my fingers, sucking my middle one in his mouth and looking at me as he sucked it clean. I could feel the wetness now. I was so soaked I could feel a drop of it running down

my inner thigh. Maddox noticed it too. He groaned and scooped it up with my finger, bringing it to his lips again. "Make me taste you," he told me roughly, and I tentatively slipped my finger between his lips. He sucked harder this time, biting down on my finger as I filled his mouth with it. "Please," I whispered. "Daddy, please more." He groaned and his grip on my wrist tightened. There was a new intensity to him, a ferocity with which he looked at me that caught me off-guard. He looked like he was holding back. I couldn't handle it anymore, and words started rolling off my tongue so easily now that I was this needy. "Please, please," I begged him. "Put your fingers inside my pussy, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me wide open, Daddy, please..." He pushed me away roughly, taking a step back. I gasped, my naked legs and pussy feeling exposed

as he ran a hand through his dark hair and cursed out loud. I was half-gasping, half-moaning for breath as he looked at me, his eyes dark as a storm and his hands forming fists at his sides. "Please," I repeated one last time, surprising myself for how pathetic I sounded. "Daddy, please." He looked away from me and took another step back. His fingers went to his temples and he pressed down on the tender skin there, his forehead furrowed and his expression angry as hell. I had no idea what I'd done wrong, but it was obvious Maddox was very, very upset with me. "I'm sorry," I choked out, feeling lost. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." He advanced on me then, pouncing on me as I pulled my dress back down and clambered off the windowsill. With a growl, he pushed the cotton up higher until my pussy was exposed again, and grabbed my naked ass. He lifted me back on the

windowsill and my butt smacked against the wood when he pushed me backwards, my back hitting the glass. "Daddy!" I cried out, and he slapped my thighs apart, making me wrap them around his waist. His fingers were around my throat, heavy and rough against the tender skin of my neck. He was choking me, not too hard but with enough pressure to make me gasp and make my heart race. "Don't hurt me," I cried out. "Don't hurt me, please." "Not going to," he growled, and then his lips were on mine. All I could think about was his tongue in my mouth. His fucking thick, wet tongue forcing its way between my lips and claiming my mouth like he'd ripped a flower straight from its roots, ripping the petals off one by one. I moaned into his mouth, needy and hot little sounds making me blush darkly as he fucked my mouth with his tongue.

This man had stolen my first kiss from me, and he wasn't gentle about it. His tongue probed into my mouth and claimed it, and he groaned nasty, dirty little things against my lips as he did so. "Fucking shit," he growled. "Such a sweet little mouth, little thing, such a hot little hole for Daddy's tongue." I was going crazy, my hips bucking against his and my mouth repeating the name he wanted to be called over and over again. It set him off and he dug his fingers into my throat. It was such a rough kiss, his hands around my throat and my legs around his waist, our tongues intertwined like it was the end of the fucking world. I'd never felt like that, never known the want - no, the absolute need to have someone closer. I opened my legs wider and begged. "Please, Daddy," I told him fervently. "Fuck my pussy with your fingers..." His kiss cut me off and I melted into his touch.

"Please fuck me," I whispered. "Please, Daddy, now, please, I need you..." He pulled away, holding me at an arm's length with his fingers still wrapped around my throat and me mewling, moaning and gasping for more. "Please," I said one last time, my voice small and pathetic. "Jesus," he groaned. His hand slipped down my neck, down my chest and over my belly. He stopped before reaching my pussy, thinking for a second and then pulling his hand away. I'd never felt angrier than in that moment. I wanted him on me, his mouth exploring mine, his fingers taking away my breath and his cock pounding inside me. But no such luck. He turned around and walked toward the door and I shrieked as quietly as I possibly could when I realized he was leaving.

"No!" I hissed at him. "You don't get to leave." I slipped from the windowsill and ran after him. I grabbed a teddy bear from my bed and threw it at him with all my might, only to have him catch it in mid-air and give me a self-satisfied smirk. "Goodnight, Cora," he said. And then he opened the door of my bedroom and left me alone in my room, my pussy tingling and the imprint of his fingers across my throat. I grabbed hold of the bedframe before falling over, my body collapsing on the pink sheets. I lay down and curled up into a small ball, pulling the bedspread over myself while my mind raced with thoughts and questions, so many questions. So that had been my first kiss. It was nothing like I'd imagined it to be. It was so, so much more. The memory of his hand on my throat and his tongue in my mouth made me want to scream. I grabbed an overstuffed, lumpy pillow from my bed

and held it over my face, and then I screamed all of my frustration into it. I screamed and screamed and the fabric took it all in, so barely a peep came out of me. Once I was done, I punched the pillow for good measure. I promised myself I'd make sure to see Maddox again. He couldn't just kiss me like that and then leave. He couldn't do this to me. He couldn't leave me wanting more. I would've gone downstairs to argue with him, to scream at him, but I was too scared of my dad. I couldn't even bear to think about him finding out what Maddox and I had done. He'd fucking flay him alive and then kill me, too. It would have to be my secret. I bit my lip and tried to make myself think about something else, but it was impossible. Maddox had taken over my brain, my heart, and my throbbing pussy.

I fell asleep an hour later with the light on and my fingers twisted between my legs, glistening with my wetness.

FIVE

Cora

I

woke up bright and early the next morning. I'd barely gotten any sleep, having spent all night thinking about what had happened that evening. I could still feel his touch, could still remember the way Maddox's hands had wandered over my skin and my panties, leaving me tingling in their wake. I'd been incredibly turned on, and at the same time,

awfully embarrassed about the wetness between my legs. As his finger pressed down on my clit, I thought I would die from the built-up pressure in my pussy. I wondered when I'd see him again. I got ready, taking out my uniform from the closet. I'd carefully ironed it the previous day, and as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I decided I looked good. My skirt was too short, of course, due to my recent growth spurt, but at least I had a new blouse to go with it. I had to ask dad to buy me a new one last minute, after discovering all the ones from last year strained uncomfortably over my chest. It was embarrassing, and I didn't want to think about the cringe-inducing moment when I had to explain to dad why the blouses didn't fit anymore. I did my makeup the way I'd wanted to do it the previous night. I'd practiced my eyeliner skills all summer long, so I added some to my mascara and

accompanied it with a little bit of gloss. It was simple and understated, but really brought out my eyes. Back when I still had my mom, she always used to say they were my best feature. I smiled at the memory of her brushing my hair and telling me what a pretty little girl I was. My books went into the backpack and then I was ready. Dad always had to be at work early, which meant I had to walk to school since I didn't have a car. It was a long damn walk too, forty-five minutes in either direction. But I was okay with it. It gave me some time to get ready for school every day and be alone with my thoughts, and I enjoyed that. I set off on my journey, taking a red apple from the counter in the kitchen and biting into it as I left the house. The morning was crisp but pleasant, and the last late summer rays of sun heated my back as I

trekked to school. I scarfed down my apple, my mind wandering back to last night. I'd never seen Maddox before. Over the years, I'd gotten to know most of my dad's friends, especially the ones who came to play poker on the weekends. But not him. He must've been new, maybe to town as well, since I'd never seen him before. I guess my dad saying as much to his friends should have confirmed that, but I’d learned to question what he said at times. My hands formed small fists at my sides as I walked, thinking about Maddox. Just remembering what he'd done to me the previous night was making me want him again. I'd never been with a guy. Fuck, I hadn't even kissed anyone before him. This was new to me, and it was daunting. I wished I had more experience, something to impress

Maddox with. But that was that - I was just a virgin, an ugly duckling who never even got any attention in school. I was always the outcast, the girl who sat alone during class and ate lunch by herself, sometimes, embarrassingly, even with the teachers, because they were the only ones who would like my company. I was a straight A student. It didn’t hurt that I liked hanging out with people older than I was – I always felt like I had more in common with my teachers than the kids I went to class with. I always made sure that my grades were above par, because I knew it was the only way for me to get out of this shitty town. I depended on the scholarship I'd applied for a year ago, and I'd worked my whole life to get it. Kept my grades up, and my reputation stellar. I didn't have extracurricular activities - my dad wanted me home early, so I couldn't really do anything after school. But I'd won a writing contest last year, and my short story was published in the

town's newspaper and on their website. It was my proudest accomplishment to date. That meant I was in the advanced English class at school, something I was immensely proud of. There were only fifteen of us in the class, with several students joining it from other schools. And the best part was, we were getting a new teacher this year. Ms. Franco, who had taught the class last year, had gone off to pursue new adventures. The whole school knew this actually meant she ran off with the principal's husband. They were having an affair, and the whole thing blew up last year. I was happy to get a new teacher, though. The rumors I'd heard over the summer suggested it was someone from a prestigious university. Why anyone would choose to leave a job at a great school to come and work in our small town was beyond me, but I wasn't going to complain about it. As I walked to school, I wondered who the new

teacher might be. I hoped she would be pleasant to work with - I needed a letter of recommendation to go with my scholarship application, and I was hoping to get it from the new teacher. I usually got along well with teachers, and I hoped that would be the case again this year. I was nearing the school, the forty-five minutes flying by as I walked up the steps that lead onto the school's property. There were several groups of kids already waiting around, and it made me shy to pass by them. I didn't really have a friend I could hang out with during school hours. I never had one, I'd always been a bit of a loner. It wasn't necessarily bad since I wasn't getting bullied or anything. It was more like I was completely invisible. The only people to notice me were teachers, because I was always on time with my assignments, and prided myself on doing my best in every quiz and question asked of me in class.

I'd been called a nerd a couple of times, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I was okay with a few names being thrown my way if it meant I could go through the school unseen otherwise. Some of the kids in my class got bullied badly, and I didn't want to become one of them. But this time, as I walked up to the grounds, something was definitely different. I felt several pairs of eyes on me, following me around as I made my way to the main building. This had never happened before, and it was making me feel self-conscious. I fussed with my skirt, pulling it down a little and making sure my socks hadn't rolled down all the way to my ankles. I was so aware of every sound I nearly yelped when someone came up to me. "Hey, sexy." The voice was deep and young. It was a voice I knew.

I looked up at the guy who'd come to talk to me. Jake Mills, a quarterback at my school, who'd only deigned me with his presence once before, when he had begged for my notes for an English class we were both in. I knew he'd gotten into AP English as well, which never ceased to amaze me. I was sure it was because his parents had pulled some strings, because as far as I knew, his essays and assignments weren't graded very high, and the teachers didn't seem to like him, either. "Hey," I said shyly, trying to move out of his way. What was I doing? God, he was probably talking to someone else, anyway. Maybe there was a girl standing behind me or something. "Hey, I'm talking to you," he said. His hand wrapped around my forearm and he jerked me back. It made me feel uneasy. "What is it?" I asked him, trying to ignore the slight

tremble in my voice. "I... I don't know what you want." "Relax, sexy," Jake grinned at me. His fingers trailed a line down my forearm, leaving goosebumps in their wake before he finally let go of me. "Just wanted to see what you were up to. New this year, are you?" I gave him an incredulous look, saying, "Jake, it's me." He gave me a blank stare and I went on. "Cora Lockhart. I've been your classmate for the past four years. We took English together." He still looked like he had no idea what I was talking about, so I sighed before saying, "You copied my answers from that history test last spring? We both got As, remember?" "Oh fuck, yes," he grinned. "I remember now. I had no idea what you were talking about for a minute there. Cora, huh?" He gave me a long look,

appraising my appearance. "Well, haven't you grown up, little Cora Lockhart." I blushed hearing his words. I never liked being called little. Sure, I was petite, but that didn't mean I liked to be reminded of it every minute of every day. That is, unless Maddox was doing it… It almost felt like he had ownership of that word now. "Anyway," I said nervously. "I should probably get to class. Don't want to be late on my first day, you know." "What's the rush?" Jake asked with a big, toothy grin. He was handsome, very handsome. But I never felt attracted to him like the other girls in my class did. I just didn't feel any chemistry between the two of us, and I still had no idea why he even wanted to talk to me. "Class is starting in five minutes," I reminded him

with a smile. "I just don't want to be late." "What's your first period?" he asked conversationally as I started walking toward the school again. I gave him a surprised look, shocked that he hadn't given up on me just yet. I was convinced he wanted to borrow something from me, but so far, he hadn't asked for anything just yet. "I'm taking AP English," I explained. "There's supposedly a new teacher. I'm excited to meet him today. I need to ace this class and get a good recommendation letter from him - or her. I don't even know who it is." "AP English?" Jake repeated with a big grin, disregarding everything I'd said after that. I nodded. By then, we'd reached the school and were walking down the hallway. The crowd parted for us - something that had never happened for me. Usually I had to fight my way through the halls, unnoticed and ignored by everyone.

"I'm taking that too," Jake told me, sounding important. "My mom got me in, even though I wasn't supposed to make it." "And that's something you brag about?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows. He gave me a surprised look, followed by a laugh and a shake of his head. "I like you, little red riding hood," he told me, grinning at me. "You have a wicked sense of humor." I chose not to tell him I was being serious, and by the time he was done talking, we'd reached the classroom anyway. Jake stepped aside for me and I couldn’t have been more surprised. I sure as heck wasn't expecting him to be much of a gentleman, but he let me go inside first. The class was filling up fast, but since there weren't a lot of us, most of the desks were still free. And no one wanted to sit in the front row, anyway. I was the only one who chose a desk right

there, up in front, and just as I was settling down with my books, I heard a whistle in my direction. "Yo, little Red," Jake called out. "Come sit with me in the back." I glanced over my shoulder. He was sitting in the back along with one of his football buddies whose name I didn't know. They were both smiling wide at me, snickering and bumping fists like they were privy to a secret I didn't know. It was actually making me feel really uncomfortable, and I shook my head, giving them an apologetic smile. "I'm fine right here, thank you," I called out, and Jake's expression fell. I felt like shit for turning him down, and I felt my cheeks burning up with embarrassment. I sat down on my chair and opened a notebook, busying myself with some pens and pretending I hadn't seen Jake's face fall. The bell rang, but just then, Jake appeared next to my desk.

"Hey," he said loudly. "I asked you to come sit in the back with us, little Red. Maybe you didn't hear me." I gave him an incredulous look. Why was he doing this? "I'm fine right here," I said softly, feeling like a moron. I probably was one, for declining sitting next to him. For whatever reason, Jake Mills wanted me close, which could only mean good things for my reputation at the school. But I needed to sit up front. I needed to impress this teacher, and I needed that letter of recommendation. There was no way I was risking my scholarship for whatever Jake wanted from me. "Are you sure?" Jake pressed me further. "It's nicer in the back. Come on, little Red, come sit with us." "I'm really fine," I said, the tone of my voice getting weaker.

"Come the fuck on, Cora," he said, finally deigning to use my name. "Don't play hard to fucking get. I bet your panties are all wet at the thought of sitting with a guy like me." I was blushing up a storm now, remembering the previous night. Yes, I had been wet then, but now? Jake couldn't be farther from the truth. I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest, but the mention of my panties made me think about him again... Maddox. I got so involved in my own thoughts I almost forgot to answer Jake. I wanted to be polite, but he was really pushing it now. I opened my mouth to decline him one last time when someone else spoke up. "I suggest you sit down," a cool, dark voice told Jake. A tall, strong masculine figure loomed in the doorway, and Jake finally moved out of the way so I could see who it was.

I gave him a once-over from the bottom up - his expensive leather shoes and an impeccably cut, probably equally expensive suit. He was wearing a tie and a white shirt, the blazer thrown over his shoulders. The tie was done up messily, like he'd been in a rush when he put it on. My eyes roamed farther up and I gasped when I saw a face I could pick out from a crowd even after only seeing him once. "Yeah, whatever," Jake gritted through his teeth, and threw his hands in the air like he didn't give a fuck whether I came to sit with him or not. He moved back toward his desk while the man at the front of the room came up to his desk. He was so close to mine I could smell his cologne, dark, musky and seductive. I wanted to touch him, and if I had leaned just a little bit further in my chair, my fingers would be able to brush the expensive suit he was wearing. He walked to the whiteboard and grabbed a

marker to write with, scribbling his name across the board in nearly illegible handwriting. "My name is Mr. Jacobson," he said, turning to face us and capping the marker. "Professor Maddox Jacobson, to be exact." His eyes focused on mine and I became acutely aware of the fact that I was staring at him. "Some of you may already know me," he said, his eyes boring into mine. Then he looked away, the spell broken. But I was still mesmerized. I couldn't bring myself to look away from the stormy blue of his eyes, which was now focused on the rest of the class. "The rest of you are about to," Maddox, my Maddox, went on. "And I'd advise you to forget everything and anything you've heard about me so far. From here on out, I am your teacher and you will do as I say. Is that understood?" He looked right at me as he delivered the last line, and I squirmed under the weight of his stare.

The class reacted with stunned silence and I think I was the only one to nod at his request. He was vicious in the classroom, as vicious as he'd been with me the previous day. He assigned us a chapter to read in our textbooks so we could discuss it, but I was too stunned to even look at the words in front of me. I opened my textbook and laid it out on the desk, but all I could do was stare at Maddox as he focused on scrolling through his phone. It was so unprofessional. And what was he even looking at? My head flooded with images of women he could be talking to, texts and pictures he could be getting. Jealousy bit me like a snake, and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't say anything. What the hell was he doing here, anyway? Was he really going to be my teacher? The whole thing was so ridiculously inappropriate I couldn't bear to think about it.

He didn't even glance at me as he got up from his desk. "I assume everyone's done," he said arrogantly, and a collective groan came from the rest of the students. He definitely hadn't given us enough time to read through the twenty-page chapter, but he seemed to think it was enough. "Let's talk about what you've read now." He looked right at me, even though I bet he noticed I hadn't read the chapter. A wicked grin lit up his face as he smiled at me. "You," he said darkly. "Cora," I bit out, knowing full well he knew my name and was playing a game with me. I had no idea how he was staying so calm through this, especially because I was burning up with shame myself. "My name is Cora Lockhart." "So, Miss Lockhart," he said, his tone almost mocking. "I bet you had a good time reading that chapter."

I blushed furiously while the rest of the class snickered. "So why don't you tell me how the story starts," he said, looking so smug I wanted to slap the expression right off his face. "Or maybe you can't?" He gave me a challenging look. Of course, he'd noticed I hadn't been reading the book. But that was too bad for him, because I'd already made myself familiar with the material for the class. He wasn't going to humiliate me in front of everyone. "I don't see the point in regurgitating a synopsis," I told him sharply. "This is advanced English, right? Why don't we jump straight into the symbolism?" The class hushed and whispered a moment later, and Maddox stared at me with that stupid lopsided grin still playing on his face. "Okay, then, Miss Lockhart," he said with an exaggerated gesture. "Enlighten me."

"THERE IS A GREEN LIGHT AT THE END OF DAISY'S dock," I said, trying to sound as bored as possible while I stared him down. He wasn't going to get to me, no fucking way. I was going to prove my worth to him. "It symbolizes Gatsby's hopes and dreams to reconcile with his old flame." "Is that all?" he asked me with a smirk, and finally, I'd had enough. "Yes, that is all," I snapped. "I hope your classes are going to be more educational than picking on the only girl with half a brain in the classroom, Mr. Jacobson." Hushed murmurs broke out around the room but I didn’t look at who was whispering. I knew immediately that I wasn’t going to win any friends with that, but he’d just pissed me off so bad. Maddox smoothed out his expression, though I could see the amusement in his eyes. “I’m sure we can discuss your opinions about your classmates and myself after class, Miss Lockhart.

I’ll be expecting you to have a more malleable disposition then. Now, moving on. How about you, the White Knight in the back. What do you think the light meant?” Maddox turned to question Jake, seemingly forgetting that we’d ever talked at all. No teacher had ever told me to stay after class for anything but extra assignments or praise. I felt like I was red to the tips of my ears. “Busted,” someone whispered behind me. “Shut up,” I hissed back, equal parts humiliated and enraged. The class went on almost endlessly. I couldn’t shake the mental images of what Maddox had done to me the night before to even attempt participating in the class, but he seemed equally pleased to leave me alone for the time being. I was finally saved by the bell. As it rang out, my fellow classmates gathered their

things, my little bout of rebellion quickly forgotten. But I could feel Maddox's eyes on me as I put my books into my backpack and left toward the door. I half-hoped he'd pull me aside and repeat what we'd done in my bedroom last night. The other half of me hoped he’d go to hell for embarrassing me.

SIX

Maddox

I

didn’t think it would be as hard as it was. Being in the same building with Cora and not being allowed to touch her? It was the purest form of torture. My mind was constantly on her, on that first class of the day and the way she went from a perfect princess to a bratty little know-it-all on the flip of a dime. I couldn’t help but want to see that side of

her more. If a little bit of pushing got her to flip that hard, what would a little more do? I couldn’t wait to find out. I went through the classes in the morning in mostly a daze, trying to keep my thoughts straight enough to keep from sporting a fucking boner for Cora in class, and succeeding, if only barely. It helped that the material I was expected to teach to these ‘advanced’ students was easy enough that a monkey could do it. A curriculum that didn’t move together with the times was a blessing in that way, even if it was a curse in every other way. Not my problem, I didn’t intend to stay there for very long. As much as shaping young minds was supposed to be the end goal of all educators, I honestly preferred students that had passed through the quagmire that was high school and came to the conclusion that they actually wanted to learn. I’d done enough force-feeding of knowledge in my

time to know that I wasn’t interested in it anymore. And yet here I was. There were a few bright students who made the first half of the day go by more bearably, but the best they could provide was a slight distraction from Cora. The way the girls gasped and giggled when I rolled the sleeves of my white button-up to my elbows in one of the classes just made me want to roll my eyes. I could already imagine the ‘Me + Mr. Jacobson= <3’ doodles I was going to find behind notebooks in the very near future. Lunch couldn’t come fast enough. I was about to bite into my sandwich in the classroom when I was called in to see the principal for a quick hello and check-in for my first day. I got out of there as fast as I could, excusing myself with the need to grab my lunch before the next class. If there was ever a woman on the prowl, the principal was one. I could smell the

bitter divorcee on her a mile away. I strode back to my classroom and as I flung the door open, I very nearly stopped in my tracks. There she was, my sassy little girl, sitting at her desk and eating her lunch. “When I said after class, I meant at the end of the day, Ms. Lockhart,” I said, pulling the door shut behind me and then locking it. Cora was in mid-bite so she couldn’t respond right away. I wasn’t even sure if she noticed that I flipped the lock. “I’m sorry… Mr. Jacobson,” she said, taking a moment to decide what to call me. It didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I stifled the grin, taking a seat on the edge of my desk and unwrapping my sandwich. I caught the way she looked at my forearms, following the way they flexed with the small motions of taking the plastic wrap off the sandwich. I could practically hear her swallowing dryly.

“This classroom is usually empty for lunch period,” she said with a soft voice, avoiding my gaze and finally focusing on her lunch again. After a moment of hesitation, she moved to put it back in her lunchbox. “I’m very sorry, I’ll go.” “Stay,” I told her sharply, not sparing her a look. She was mid-way out of her seat when I uttered the word. She hesitated for a moment and then sat back down obediently, opening her lunchbox again and tentatively picking at her food. “Have you always been a kiss-up?” I asked her conversationally as I finished my sandwich, barely tasting it as it went down. “Or do you read the material beforehand for just my class?” “I like reading,” she sputtered. “English has always been my favorite class.” “Why’s that?” “I don’t know… I’ve always liked getting lost in books,” she said with a shrug.

A ripe red apple sat in her lunchbox, untouched. She picked it up and rolled it back and forth in her palms. “Elliott, Hemingway, Austin… I like how they can create worlds and explain their thoughts in a way that people have to stand up and take notice. Like they have a voice bigger than any one human could have in person.” She paused for a moment, thinking, before looking up at me finally. “Why are you here?” “An unfortunate love-affair as a teenager with Kerouac and several wrong choices after that,” I said with a shrug, snatching the apple from her hands. Her green eyes flicked up to me and her mouth fell slightly agape. She was ridiculous – she was more than ready to mouth off at me in front of fourteen other people, her peers, yet me plucking her apple out of her hands was somehow scandalous. “I meant what are you doing in my school?” she

retorted, that blush that seemed to rarely leave her cheeks back now. “I know what you asked,” I said tersely, taking a big bite of the apple. It was juicy and ripe. Her lower lip poked out in a pout that was equal parts delicious and bratty. For all the obedience drilled into her by her father, it seemed that she hadn’t quite lost her insolent streak. Good. “Now, as you’re here, I think we need to discuss the matter of your behavior, Ms. Lockhart. I think you’ve allowed yourself too much familiarity in my classroom. I think you owe me an apology,” I said, my eyes roaming over her body. She filled out the uniform well. The skirt was a little too short for her long legs, but show me a man who would mind that. Combine the plaid skirt with knee socks and a shirt that did little to hide

the fact that her tits were spilling out of her bra made any kind of self-control an exercise in frustration and futility. It just made me want to see more. The words came out without me even thinking about them. I knew exactly what I wanted, and what she needed. “Stand up, Cora,” I told her. A slight frown marred her expression, muddled with uncertainty, but she did as she was told. I motioned for her to step in front of the whiteboard and she shuffled to her spot, locking her fingers in front of her, her body language speaking volumes about her eagerness. I could practically see her squeezing her thighs together. “Take your shirt off. Strip for me, Cora,” I said, taking another casual bite out of the apple. “But…” she started, her eyes wide. “I…” “Yes?”

“Daddy…” I didn’t know if she was begging me to stop or to keep telling her what to do, but before I could make up my mind, she hooked her fingers under the fabric of her shirt and pulled it over her head. I almost choked on the apple, trying to keep my expression neutral. The way she said what I wanted her to call me, and the sight of her gorgeous curves had my façade almost cracking. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way her tits pressed over the edge of the lacy white bra she was wearing, the pink of her areolas slightly visible because the garment was clearly too small for her. My cock was throbbing in my pants and my muscles flexed as a small shudder ran through her. “Good girl. Now the skirt,” I said, finding her all too willing now to undo the zipper in the back and let it slide down over her hips and thighs. Her panties were pink, hugging her hips. I motioned with my finger for her to twirl around

and she did, slowly. She brushed her hair out of her face, her hand sliding down her neck and chest slowly then. I could see the slight damp spot on her panties and a few errant curls of red peeking out from under the garment at the apex of her thighs. “I want you to be shaved for me next time, Cora. If you want to be a good girl for Daddy, you’re going to have to behave. Otherwise, I’ll be very disappointed,” I murmured, standing up and putting the half-eaten apple on her desk. I stopped in front of her, breathing in her scent, loving the way her whole body seemed to pull toward me like a magnet. I wanted to take her and give her everything she needed right then, but I knew I had to wait. For both our sakes. “You don’t want to be a bad girl for me, do you, Cora?” I asked, brushing the last strand of hair out of her face. She shook her head just as the bell rang. I stifled my grin and brushed past her, unlocking the door.

“Better go before you’re late for class, Cora.”

SEVEN

Cora

I

ended up staying a little later after school. I had to meet with the school counsellor to talk about the scholarship I'd applied for, and I waited for her for hours after my last class, but she never showed up. Finally, I got up from the bench outside of her office, feeling dejected and disappointed. I still had a long walk home ahead of me though, so I really had to get going.

I couldn't help but think about Maddox on the way home. The way he'd just appeared out of nowhere in my classroom that morning, telling me he'd be my English teacher... I still couldn't quite come to terms with being in such close proximity to him. And what had happened during the lunch break would never happen again, of course.

IT COULDN'T. I was going to stay professional. I was going to be a good girl. Not the kind of good girl he wanted me to be, but the kind who wouldn't embarrass herself in front of everyone at school. I couldn't risk anyone finding out about what had happened between Maddox and me. It could mean he would get fired, and my reputation would have a big fat dirty stain on it forever.

And, most important of all, I'd risk losing out on the recommendation letter I was counting on Maddox writing for me. And there was no way I was going to do that. I needed to get out of this town. Most of all, I was never, ever going to call him Daddy again. I had no idea why I'd done it in the first place. What on earth possessed me to call him that? It just slipped from my lips, as if it were the most natural way to address someone twice my age who was most definitely the most inappropriate crush I'd ever had. I made a mental promise to myself to stick to all of my resolutions as I walked back home. It was already getting dark outside, day turning into dusk, as I walked down the sidewalk leading up to our house. I was chewing on my lip nervously again, having completely forgotten how upset dad might be that I'd gotten home later than I'd meant to.

He never liked me staying out late, and I was sure there was a lecture on the other side of the front door. I let myself in and tried to tiptoe into my room, being as quiet as possible. If I'd gotten lucky, dad was still at work dealing with some client or other, and he'd be none the wiser to me coming home so late. It was usually this way, but not always. Sometimes his firm would get a client that took up his workdays and a big chunk of the weekends, too, other times he didn't have work for days. It was an irregular and unpredictable schedule, and I could never know when he'd be home and when he'd be out. Despite living alone with him for ten years now, I'd never gotten quite comfortable around my dad. Mom married him when I was six years old, and died only two short years later. He was better than my real dad, a mean man that drank himself into a

stupor every night and beat my mom badly. She always said the night he tumbled to his death from a bridge above the river was the best day of our lives. And shortly after, she met him - Alexander Royce. He was charming and very handsome. He was also much older than her. My mom had me when she was very young and Alexander was nearly twice her age at the time. But he took care of her, and most importantly, he seemed to have taken a liking to me as well. He treated me like his own daughter, and even though he was busy a lot and didn't spend a whole lot of time with us, I'd be eternally grateful to him for taking my mom and me in when we'd hit upon hard times. We'd moved into his house and I got the perfect princess bedroom, straight out of a fairytale. Mom's illness came as a shock to all of us a short while later. Neither Alexander nor I expected her

to go so soon, and when we were left alone, I was so scared he'd kick me out, I burst into tears the second we came home from the funeral. That's when we got closer. Alexander took me into his arms, and for once, showed me a vulnerable side of himself. He promised me he'd always take care of me, promised I had nothing to worry about, he'd always be there for me. And I trusted him, because he was the only person I had left, and I needed a shoulder to lean on. Since that moment, he wanted me to call him dad. At first I had trouble doing it, having never really had a proper father figure in my life, but I adjusted to it with time. It still felt weird though, that word slipping from my lips every time he talked to me. Not like it had felt with Maddox. With him, there was nothing else I wanted to call him. Daddy just... fit. I walked into the house and swallowed hard when I saw that the kitchen light was on.

He would either be in the study working, or in the kitchen drinking, and I knew instantly it was the latter. And that didn't bode well for me, or the fact that I was so late coming home from school. "Cora!" he called out to me from the kitchen. I sighed as quietly as I possibly could and slipped the backpack from my shoulders, calling out, "Coming!" I left my backpack at the foot of the stairs and smoothed down the stupid skirt I had to wear for school. I felt uncomfortable after spending all day in the too-small uniform. All I really wanted was to curl up in my bed and daydream, probably about a certain English teacher I wasn't supposed to be thinking about, but I knew I had to talk to dad first. He'd be really angry if I just ignored him. I walked into the kitchen with a nervous smile playing on my face. Alexander was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a glass of something amber

in color. He was angry, and I swallowed hard when I saw the expression on his face. I was about to get into trouble. "Hello," I said softly, lingering in the doorway. "Come the fuck in, Cora," he slurred, and I could tell he was drunk. His eyes were disoriented, drifting from this object to that one, and staring at my face every so often. "Why the hell are you home late?" he asked me, his voice low and dark. The intensity of his tone scared me, and I shrank back from it. "I'm sorry," I said in a small voice. "I was waiting for the school counsellor for hours, but she never showed up. We were supposed to have a meeting to talk about my scholarship today." I didn't know why I was nervous. I was telling the truth, after all... But something about him - and I couldn't call him dad today, it was Alexander was almost predatory.

"That fucking scholarship again," he slurred. "I thought I told you you'd never get that shit. Haven't you gotten that stupid damn idea out of your head yet?" I swallowed thickly, feeling overwhelmed by him. "You know I want to go to a good college," I said quietly, even though we both knew that wasn't the case. I was trying to get away from this damn town and the weird situation at home. I wanted to leave so badly it would be pointless to argue otherwise. Alexander pushed his glass away and got up so quickly I jumped, my back hitting the wall uncomfortably. "I swear I'm telling the truth," I said, my voice shaky. "I really was going in to see the counsellor." "I don't give a shit, Cora," he barked at me, advancing on me so fast I couldn't even move, standing frozen to the spot. "If I tell you to be home the fuck early, that's what you're supposed to do. How the hell do you think it looks to have my kid

disobeying me?" I'm not your kid, I wanted to tell him, but I bit my lip and kept my mouth shut. I let him spew his abuse at me, curse word after curse word telling me I wasn't allowed to stay late after class under any circumstance from now on. I nodded meekly even though I wanted to stand up for myself. But Alexander was drunk, and much bigger than me. I was scared of him and what he could do to me if I really made him angry. "Is that fucking understood, Cora?" he leered at me, and I was quick to nod, bobbing my head so quickly my hair swung around my neck. "Give me your fucking word, girl, don't test my damn patience." "Yes," I squeaked, feeling like a mouse. I needed to grow a pair, as Alexander would put it. But I knew well enough that I was in a vulnerable position, and one wrong word would be enough to set him off and make him take that final step that I kept

expecting to happen - hurt me. "I don't think you do," he sneered, and I felt hot tears burning my eyes, the glass of whatever he was drinking now long forgotten. "You're being a disobedient fucking brat and it's about time I teach you some damn manners, girl." He took a swing at me. I expected the ringing in my ears, but I didn't know how badly it would hurt when he slapped me across the face. I moved away from the wall, raising my hand to my burning cheek with my bottom lip wobbling from the hit I still hadn't thought he'd go through with. "Cora," he gasped, and I sniffled. "Shit, baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Come here, baby." I ducked when he reached for me, giving him a hurt look. The way he looked at me, pure shock at his own actions registering on his face, didn't make me want to forgive him. If anything, it made me feel

nauseous about the whole thing. "I need to go," I whispered as he reached for me again, this time to pull me into his arms. I couldn't stay in the house. I couldn't let him treat me like that. And I needed some fresh air so damn badly. I needed to get out of that damn stuffy kitchen. I ran to the entryway, and he came after me, heavy steps following me. I didn't even think to grab any of my stuff. I only took my blazer, the one I'd worn to school over my blouse, and ran out of the house. I heard Alexander rushing after me, but he tripped and fell in the doorway, giving me a few precious seconds. I darted between the hedges in the front yard and ran down the street, leaving everything behind. I couldn't stop running until my chest was heaving and I thought my heart would explode from pumping so much adrenaline through my veins. I was gasping for breath, trying hard to get some

oxygen into my lungs when I finally came to a stop a few blocks away from our house. He wasn't following me, and I was alone in the dodgier part of the neighborhood. I had to get away. I couldn't let him find me like this, I couldn't let him hurt me again. Pure survival instincts kicked in as I started walking briskly down the street. It was littered with trash, plastic bags and even a used condom on the ground. I put my blazer on over my shaking shoulders and tried to calm myself down, convince myself that this was somehow okay. Maybe he hadn't meant to hit me. Maybe he was just worried about my well-being, maybe that's why he was upset about me coming home late. I did my best to convince myself that was the truth, but there was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind telling me it wasn't the whole story. Alexander had been acting weird around me for a few months now, and I always felt uncomfortable

when he was around. It wasn't that he'd hurt me before that night, or that he'd tried to do something bad. It was just the general feeling of his closeness, the way he made my skin fucking crawl when he touched me, the way my heart stopped in pure fear when he called my name. It was as if he was building up to something, something that was really going to hurt me. I crossed my arms in front of my body to ward away the cold, having barely noticed the street I was walking on. I was cold, and tired, and my eyes stung from the tears I was too numb to cry. I didn't even notice I had company. I heard the footsteps fall into place behind me a second too late, just as the first guy came after me. I could feel his hot, boozy breath on my face when he jumped in front of me and grinned a smile full of broken teeth. "Boo!" he yelled.

I didn't shriek, but I imagined all the color drained from my face because I'd gotten the scare of my life. I gasped and then tried to conceal the way my body was shivering and get past the man who had interrupted me. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" he asked me with that grin, and I tried to sidestep him, but bumped into another figure instead. My eyes went to the other man, and I noticed there were more than just two. Several guys were nearing me now, locking me into a circle of hard, tall bodies I would never get out of by myself. I realized I'd been walking for so long, lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize how far into the seedy are of town I'd gotten. Alexander never let me come here alone. "I'm s-sorry," I stuttered. "I'm just passing through." "Passing through?" the first guy asked me with a grin. "Is that so, sweetheart?"

He licked his lips and I looked away, feeling scared. "I think you're looking for a good time," he told me with a smile. "And I would say my boys agree with me. Isn't that so, guys?" Several grunts of approval followed from different directions and I shrank back into myself. My eyes bolted from one of them to the other, trying to find a small spot in the group where I could make my escape. They had me surrounded on all four sides, four guys in total, but I needed to try and get away. I couldn't let them hurt me, not here, not like this. I darted between two of the guys, but one of them caught me easily, wrapping a hand around my forearm and yanking me back into their circle. "Not so fast," he told me. His breath smelled like cheap wine and cigarettes. "The night's still young, sweetie." I felt the bile rising in my throat and resisted him, knowing it was nearly pointless. The grip he had

on my arm was strong and unrelenting, and now, the rest of the guys had closed in on me further. I heard a car driving by and wanted to scream for help, but it felt as if my tongue had swelled to twice its size, making it impossible for me to call out to anyone. The men shielded me from the view off the road, and I felt my heart in my stomach. I couldn't let them hurt me. Alexander would kill them, and then me, if he found out what happened. I had to get away.

EIGHT

Maddox

I

t had been a long day and it felt like there might be an even longer night ahead of me. I got out of the school late, spending time prepping for my classes in the coming weeks, familiarizing myself with notes on certain kids that had already stood out as negative or positive, and generally doing everything I could to keep myself distracted.

It didn’t really work to my advantage, and I don’t think anyone would have been surprised. My attention kept creeping back to my phone, and I found myself scrolling through Cora’s pictures more than I cared to admit. My ‘employer’ had sent me digital copies now, a step forward from the physical ones I still had in a pocket in my briefcase. My stomach churned as I flipped through her images, such innocence captured on them that it made me at once feel like an animal for wanting her to begin with, and like a lovesick puppy at the same time. It was dark out by the time I got my things together and headed for the car, throwing the briefcase in the backseat of my Chevrolet sedan. It stuck out like a sore thumb around a town mostly consisting of SUVs and large trucks. I couldn’t muster the energy to give a shit about it. I put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot of the high school, leaving it dark behind me. Even the janitor had finished up before me. The

last person who had checked in on me had been the principal, who insisted on having a long ‘chat’ with me before she left. If she thought she was fooling anyone with her eagerness to get close and personal with the new faculty member, she was dead wrong. But her blatant come-ons, or the giggling of the high school girls, or the long looks I got from a couple of the science teachers, did nothing to make me think about Cora any less. She was imprinted on my mind, consuming me completely, and I was a willing subject. I would have been happy to say that this wasn’t the first time this had happened, that I was the type to become infatuated with women far too young for me and was known to lose myself in the moment. But that was the exact opposite of who I was. My shoulders were tense and my body hummed with irritation as I drove through the town, taking the long way to my newly rented apartment. I had made a pact with myself to go straight home, grab a

whiskey on the rocks or two and then hit the hay early. The fact that I was now taking a back-road way to Cora’s house didn’t surprise me in the least. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” I murmured to myself, running a hand through my hair. “Shouldn’t get close, shouldn’t get personal.” But that was exactly what was happening and I had neither the desire nor the willingness to stop it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I was going to my siren and no force on the planet could keep me from it. I wasn’t even sure what I was hoping to see – it was late, and she was the bookworm type, so she’d be holed up in her room. I certainly didn’t want to go shoot the breeze with her father again, so I guess I just wanted to drive past her home, make sure the light in her pink room was on and that she was safe. Hell, I wasn’t far from saving her phone number from the files at the school and fucking texting her just to make sure she was okay. That was how deep in I was.

I was absorbed in a discussion with myself about how insane what I was doing was, when I noticed a gaggle of people on a street corner. I counted four men, pushing and pulling someone between them, laughing loudly as the street lights illuminated them with a ghostly, blueish glow. The moment I caught a glimpse of red hair my stomach sank. Cora. I slammed on the brakes hard, bringing the car to a screeching halt right in the middle of the intersection. I wasn’t thinking, I was barely aware of what I was doing at all as I threw the door open and got out of the car. The night air was cool but I was too fucking angry to feel it. Without asking a single question, I grabbed the collar of the closest guy to me and yanked him backwards, sending him spilling on his back in the middle of the street. There were tires squealing close by and horns honking, but I didn’t turn around.

“Hey, what the fuck, man?” one of the remaining three asked, his long, skinny fingers still coiled around Cora’s wrist. “Let go of her,” I growled, my voice nothing more than low gravel. He didn’t move fast enough, so I pulled my right arm back and socked him in the face, the satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage meeting my knuckles. He let go of Cora on his way down and I reached out for her, shoving her behind my back in one motion. There were tears on her cheeks and she was pale in the face, but I had to make sure she was out of danger before I started dealing with her mental scars. “You some kind of tough guy?” “I don’t need to be tough to deal with dirt like you.” The two guys still on their feet shared a tentative look, and as if of one mind decided that they were going to roll the dice and see if they came up lucky.

They came at me at the same time, teeth bared in snarls and fists balled in inefficient shows of rage. I side-stepped the first punch, sending the guy stumbling forward into a light post with a shove to the back, while making sure Cora was still behind me. The fourth guy looked at his friends, none of them in too much of a hurry to pick themselves up and dust themselves off, and his fists suddenly stopped. “Hey, man, whatever, we’re sorry. Didn’t know she was yours.” Mine. That was exactly what she was. “It’s not a mistake I urge you to make twice,” I said, looking at him and his three fallen comrades. I got at least one more tentative nod of the head, signaling that they at least understood the English language, if not the reason for my anger. I spun around, taking Cora’s hand, and pulled her forward

with me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and led her to the car, with her following my lead more on autopilot than actually actively thinking about what she was doing, I thought. “Get in,” I told her, pulling open the passenger door and ushering her inside. I pulled the seatbelt across her and clipped it in, making sure it was snug, before I closed the door and went around the car to get in on the other side. There was no sense in wasting any more time around here. I didn’t know this town, and I sure as hell didn’t know those guys. Hanging around for too long could just end up with me facing odds I wasn’t ready for. Several cars had stopped on the intersection to watch the commotion, but as soon as I hightailed it out of there, the others did the same. I was under no false impressions that people had stopped just to make sure no one would get hurt – no, they just wanted to see the fucking show. As soon as I was gone, it was over and they had no reason to linger.

“Are you okay?” I asked Cora when we were about a block away and I could see something other than just pure, pulsing red. “Did you know those guys?” She shook her head, her hands balled tightly in her lap. “No,” she whispered, her head lowered. “They just came up to me out of the blue. I’d never seen them before.” “You shouldn’t be out this late on your own,” I said, my tone harsher than I intended. The thought of her getting hurt, even a hair on her head scuffed, could send me into a blind rage at the drop of a dime. My hands tightened around the steering wheel at the mental image as I took a left, heading toward her house. “I know.” “Something could happen to you. People like that aren’t the type to fuck around with. A beautiful girl

like you, out alone at this time of the night in a neighborhood like this? It’s like you’re asking for trouble.” I glanced at her, wondering if that was exactly what she had been after. Had I been wrong about her? Maybe she was more brat than angel after all, maybe my instincts were off and she was just a great actress? The kind of ‘little bitch’ that needed to be ‘taught her place’ as I’d been told… She pulled her knees up to her chest on the seat, propping her head on her arms as she curled up in almost a fetal position. I could see her shoulders heave up and down as she sobbed wordlessly. No, I thought. I definitely wasn’t wrong. I reached a hand out to her and put it on her arm gently, squeezing just gently. “I didn’t mean that,” I said. “I’m just worried about you, Cora.” It might have been the first time in a long time that I

had been truthful with my feelings about anyone, let alone actually admitting them to anyone. Her sobs seemed to die down and she looked up at me, her gorgeous green eyes rimmed with red. She’d been crying for a while, that much I could tell at a glance. “You are?” she asked, like it was a concept completely alien to her. I frowned, moving my hand up and behind her neck. Keeping one eye on the road was getting harder and harder when Cora was right here next to me. I took another turn and her house was getting painfully close now. “Of course I am. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” In my mind, I added Unless I’m the one doing it, but I didn’t say it out loud. “I want you to be safe.” She stared at me with wide eyes, her bottom lip

quivering. I’d never seen anyone quite as vulnerable as Cora was right then and there, shivering, lost and seemingly hopeless in the safety of my car and presence. I cleared my throat, turning my attention back on the road even though my heart was beating a mile a minute. I wasn’t used to seeing vulnerability like that, and even less was I used to showing any myself. Yet here I was, barely having known this girl for a day, telling her things I had no right to say. “Daddy,” she whispered suddenly, and my head snapped to look at her so fast I thought I’d pull something. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of her calling me that. “Daddy, please don’t take me to my house yet,” she pleaded, leaning toward me. “Please, I don’t want to go. Daddy, please take me with you.” There was honest panic in her voice now as she realized we were getting close to her house. It was

just a block away. “Cora, I have to take you home. Your… Alex will be worried about you.” “No! Daddy, please don’t!” She was nearly hysterical now, her hands on my thigh, her nails digging into the flesh. She was looking at me with fear in her eyes. When we passed another street light that illuminated her face, I spotted slight bruising and swelling on the left side of her face. “Cora, be honest with me. Did one of those men hit you?” “No.” Her answer was immediate. I thought I had been angry before but it was nothing compared to now. I knew exactly who had laid a hand on her. “Please, Daddy, don’t take me to my house just yet.

Just a little bit more, I promise I’ll go then!” I couldn’t have said no to her now if I’d wanted to.

NINE

Maddox

C

ora had relaxed visibly when I took a turn away from her house and stepped on the gas to put distance between us and the home. Exhausted, she had slumped back in the seat, thanking me a couple of times until I told her it was enough. We drove the rest of the way in silence, while I tore into myself for being a dumbass. I wasn’t supposed to get so close, let alone so fast.

But I couldn’t live with myself if I’d just dropped her at the house after realizing that the prick she lived with was abusing her. I should have known Alexander Lockhart would grow up to be a giant douchebag. It wasn’t like I had any soapbox to stand on, fucking lusting after a barely legal high school student, but I’d never raise my hand against a woman unless she very clearly asked me for it, and we had rules in place for that. The desire to leave Cora at my apartment while I went back and beat Alex into a bloody pulp was far too inviting. “Is this you?” she asked when we pulled up to a small condo complex about ten minutes from where she lived. It was on the opposite side of the high school. I kept waiting for her to ask me what I was doing around her place to begin with, but the question never came. “It is,” I said, killing the engine.

I got out of the car before I could give it a second thought – bringing a teenage girl, a student of mine, to where I lived wasn’t exactly kosher. Then again, everything I’d done with her leading up to this hadn’t been exactly aboveboard either. If anything, this was the most innocent thing I’d done with her so far. I opened the door for her and helped her out. She slipped her small, soft hand in my palm and wouldn’t let go as I locked the car and showed her in. I was on the second floor and I ushered her into the apartment before any of my nosy neighbors could come checking up on what the commotion was. Apparently the fact that a single man with a seemingly decent career and opportunities moved into this neighborhood, or even this town, was big news. Or at least big enough for my neighbors to be way too fucking curious about me. “Take your shoes off,” I told her as I kicked my boots off and threw my jacket on a chair in the

entryway. I made my way to the kitchen, rummaging around in the unpacked boxes to find some tea and two mugs. By the time Cora tentatively followed me into the cramped kitchen and took a seat, I’d found her an icepack, wrapped it in a t-shirt because I had no idea where the towels were – or if I even had any, to be honest – and had the tea water boiling in the kettle. “Thank you,” she said, pushing the icepack to her cheek. “I’m sorry for… for causing you this much trouble.” “Don’t worry about it, Cora,” I said, slumping into a seat across from her. The kitchen was small, cramped and unbearably happy. The previous owner had painted it a garish yellow, with orange cupboards. I think the only room I was more out of place in had to be Cora’s pink, pony-filled bedroom. “It’s nice,” she said, looking around at her

surroundings. “You haven’t unpacked anything, though.” I wasn’t planning on staying for long, but I’m beginning to change my mind was what I should have told her. “Haven’t gotten around to it yet,” was what I said instead. “So you just got into town a few days ago?” she asked, doing her best to keep a casual conversation going as the water began to boil. It was ridiculous. Here she was, sitting across from her teacher who had made her strip after humiliating her in his class earlier, and who had told her to shave herself for him, trying to make small-talk to distract from the fact that she was terrified of going home. “I did.” I got up, turning my back to her as I poured out the tea. I found one bag of chamomile and then

something that was probably black, but I didn’t care much. Odds were I wasn’t going to be able to taste it much anyway. Grabbing the cups, I went back to the table, finding Cora playing awkwardly with the edge of the shirt that I had wrapped the icepack in. “How is it?” I asked, referring to her shiner. “It’s nothing.” “Do you want to tell me how that happened?” She shook her head immediately. I slicked my tongue over my teeth, feeling a vein in my neck begin to throb. “If he hurts you, there are people who can help.” Her eyes flicked up to me as I took my seat, the red in them fading slowly. “If you need me to, I can take you to them.” It was like this young woman was undoing everything I’d decided on with just her presence. I had a plan, I had a purpose, I had an exit strategy…

and here I was, throwing it all out the window because the woman I was supposed to corrupt was changing me instead. I’d never considered myself a particularly compassionate person. I didn’t need to be. Life had taught me early enough that there was no one a person should rely on but themselves, and that whether they intended it or not, most of the people around you were, in one way or another, out to get you. It wasn’t paranoia if they were actually out to get you, and all that. It had been a take on life that had kept me sane for this long, and I had assumed it would keep going that way. Now, I was beginning to question my motives, and worst of all, my bitter selfassuredness that I was always the only guy in the room who was right about anything. “No, it’s fine,” Cora said. I scoffed. “I swear. He’s not like that,” she continued, still twiddling with

the damp shirt. “I don’t know what came over me. It had to be the… you know, those guys… they scared me. I’m better now...” She offered me a half-hearted smile that I didn’t buy. Instead, I took a sip of my tea. It was black, alright, and bitter as all get-out. Then again, so was I. A small voice in my head reminded me of what I was supposed to be doing. It was perfect. We were alone, in my home, she was in a fragile state and probably would melt into me like butter left out in the sun if I gave her a chance. I could make leaps and bounds toward what was supposed to be my ultimate goal – corrupting this pretty, innocent little thing. And it was the furthest thing from my mind. The thing that I was actually thinking about was whether I could actually do something about what was going on in her home even if she didn’t ask me to. I couldn’t just report Alexander – hell, one of the guys at the poker table had worked at the local

police department. Without any actual proof, this shit would get buried so fast it’d make my head spin. “Drink your tea.” “Okay, Daddy.” I swear to god, this girl was going to be the death of me. I glanced at her over the rim of my cup and she gave me a mischievous little smile. Clearly, little miss here was feeling better already. “I think you should leave the kitchen this way,” she said after a while, setting her cup down and giving the kitchen another appreciative look. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Then again, I wasn’t planning on hosting anyone in this apartment, or staying here for more than a month, and now I was wondering whether I could extend my rental agreement through the school year. If it meant being close to Cora, for all the inherent messed-upness that came with it, then it

might just be worth it. “Well, you should anyway.” She shrugged her lithe shoulders, drawing my attention to the way her chest heaved up and down with the motion. I could picture the way she’d looked in just her panties, bra and knee-high socks far too clearly. It was an instinct I decided I was definitely not going to act on that night. We spent an hour or so in the kitchen, talking about books, writing, reading and what she hoped to do with her future. I was markedly cagey with my own future aspirations, and with my past. It was the only reasonable thing to do when you didn’t know where you were going, and not particularly proud of where you came from. When she finally asked me to take her home, we had a short, tense conversation on whether it was wise, but she was adamant and I had no reason to argue with her. I got her back in the car and the

ride over to her house seemed to go by far too fast. I stopped about a block from her house, in a location where I could keep an eye on her while she walked up to the door and went inside. “Give me your phone,” I said, holding out my hand. She gave me a look, but complied without thinking about it for too long. She unlocked her smartphone and placed it in my palm. I put my number in and saved it under ‘Daddy’. I held the screen to her for a moment before handing it back to her. “If something happens, call me, text me. Do you hear me, little thing?” My voice was strict now, and her eyes went wide before she nodded. “Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, and my cock throbbed in my pants. This woman was giving me a permanent case of blue balls, besides worrying myself sick over her. “Good girl.”

She smiled, before unbuckling herself and then slipping out of the car quietly. She stopped on the sidewalk for a moment and gave me the sweetest little wave before turning around and running to her house. I stayed there long enough for her to get in through the door, at which point I started the engine again and slowly crept down the street. I passed the house just when I saw a flash of light in her room. Checking my phone, there was no call or text from her. With a heavy heart, I stepped on the gas and sped it out of there. I was almost back at the house when I got a phone call from my least favorite, and most necessary person on my other line. “Yeah?” I asked, bringing the phone to my ear. “Is it done?” “Patience.” “Fuck patience. I don’t have time for this. Have you fucked her yet or what?”

“I’m working on it,” I gritted through my teeth. “And I don’t appreciate the calls.” “And I don’t appreciate you taking your fucking time. Do you want your little problem to go away or what? Because I don’t have to do anything for you.” “I’m working on it,” I repeated, feeling no qualms at all about not being entirely truthful here. The line clicked and the call was ended. I tossed the phone in the backseat and it bounced off of my briefcase. The call was out of my head the moment the phone was out of my hand. But I couldn’t shake Cora.

TEN

Cora

A

fter Maddox dropped me off at home, I knew there was going to be trouble. I just had to make sure Alexander didn't catch me sneaking back into the house. I tiptoed to the front door and unlocked it as quietly as I possibly could. I slipped my sneakers off in front of the door and walked inside without making a single sound. The lights were on, but I didn't see

a sign of him anywhere. But I was too nervous to breathe that badly needed gasp of relief. Instead, I snuck up the stairs, carefully watching for the sounds my steps made on the stairs. I avoided the ones that creaked and made sure to take them two at a time, so I could be upstairs as soon as possible. There was no way I could've faced him again that night. As soon as I was in my room, I dropped on my bed on my back. The oppressive colors of my bedroom were comforting this time around, and I clutched my favorite ragged teddybear to my chest as I took a deep breath. The evening I'd spent with Maddox had been different than usual. He'd barely touched me, and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it this time around. I enjoyed his company, and I was sorry when he finally dropped me off at home. I wanted to spend so much more time with him, find out so many more things. I hoped there would be a chance to do that soon.

My mind wandered back to what he'd told me when he saw my pussy. He wanted me to be shaved. His words had made me blush at the time, but now my hands itched to take that razor in the bathroom and shave off the red tendrils on my pussy. I wanted to do it, right then and there. A little smile played on my face as I snuck out of my room. I made sure to check the coast was clear before heading into the bathroom. The lock broke a few weeks ago, but I was sure Alexander was either out or soundly asleep in the master bedroom. Not that he'd ever walked in on me before, but... I just felt uncomfortable knowing the door was unlocked when he was in the house. I didn't even know why. I stripped my clothes off, shrugging my skirt down my hips and unbuttoning the blouse that went with my school uniform. All of it ended up in a heap on the floor, and I glanced at my reflection in the fulllength mirror in the bedroom.

I looked flushed, my cheeks burning with excitement and my eyes glowing with intent. I smiled at my own reflection and got into the shower. The water sprayed me with its usual ice-cold stream, and I let out a soft yelp of surprise. I covered my mouth, cursing mentally for being too loud. If Alexander was at home, he heard that for sure. I waited with bated breath to see if he'd come in search of me. A minute passed and the water turned from freezing to warm. He wasn't coming, and I could finally relax. I let the stream from the showerhead wash away the worries of the day, eyes on the razor in the shower caddy. I brushed a hand across the wet curls on my pussy and bit my bottom lip. I was really going to do it... just to please a man I barely knew. But I felt a connection to him, as if there were strings tying us together. I wondered if he felt the same way.

I lathered my body with soap, the bar slick and slippery between my fingers. Really, I was just trying to prolong the moment before I had to reach for the razor and shave away the last remains of myself as a young girl. I inhaled the strawberry-scented body wash and blew on the suds on my body. I was nervous, really nervous, for some reason. It felt so naughty. Finally, I couldn't stretch out what I was supposed to do any longer. I reached for the razor and spread my legs wide. Tentatively, I placed the razor on my pussy and dragged it upwards, my hands shaking badly as it slid across my skin. It didn't feel bad. If anything, it was almost... erotic. The way it slid across my skin, my hairs falling off onto the shower floor. I kept going, carefully opening my pussy up for the razor to glide over my wet skin. I didn't miss a single spot, carefully dragging the razor across every hidden inch until my pussy was smoother than it had ever been.

I set aside the razor and reached between my legs tentatively, my fingers slippery from the suds and gliding pleasantly across inch after bare inch. It felt good, and it felt naughty. A small smile was playing on my lips as I thought of what I had done. For some reason, I had thought having no hair there would make me feel even younger, but it was the exact opposite. I felt grown-up all of a sudden, and I felt sexy. I grinned to myself as I bent down to clean the shower. I made sure to scrub away every shred of evidence of what I'd done. Then, I grabbed the razor just to make sure no one would know, and stepped out of the shower and onto the mat in front of it, my body glistening with wetness and my pussy smooth for the first time. That was when the door of the bathroom flew open. I looked up with absolute horror, and it seemed as if the whole world stood still in that moment.

Alexander was standing in the doorframe, his eyes bleary and red-rimmed as he stared me down. He was still wearing the clothes from before, but they were now crumpled and messy. He glanced at my eyes first, but then his gaze slid down my body. I was too shocked to cover up for a second, I just froze on the spot. I could feel his eyes drinking me in, taking in my full tits and my curvy hips. Then, they went between my legs. I pressed them together and tried to cover myself up, too stunned and too scared to so much as make a sound. Alexander's eyes went to my hand and focused on the razor I was still holding. I tried to hide it in the palm of my hand, painfully closing it into a fist and making the razor cut me deep. I could feel the trickle of blood down fingers. "What the fuck are you doing?" Alexander asked me. His voice was so calm it scared me, but he was slurring his words. A fear so intense I'd never felt anything like it ran like a shiver down my spine.

"N-nothing," I whispered. I wanted to tell him to get out. To leave me alone. To stop looking at me like I was a meal he was having for fucking dinner. "Please, can you leave?" "Leave?" he roared, approaching me so fast it felt like he'd covered the distance in less than a second. He made a lunge for me and I ducked out of the way, a small gasp leaving my lips as I tried to get away from him. "Don't you fucking dare run away from me, Cora," he yelled, and my whole body shook with fear when he made another grab for me. This time around, his fingers wrapped around my forearm and he yanked me toward him, his eyes blazing with anger and mine with fear. "Please," I begged. "Please don't hurt me, I haven't done anything wrong." He forcibly opened my hand and took the razor from it, disregarding the blood that was now leaking down my fingers and onto the floor tiles.

I'd never felt more embarrassed. Hot tears of humiliation pricked my eyes and I stubbornly tried to blink them away without too much effect. "You haven't done anything wrong?" Alexander said angrily. "You fucking shaved your cunt, you horny little bitch." I couldn't stop the tears anymore and they fell from my eyes, burning my cheeks which were already flaming up with embarrassment. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted Maddox to come and get me, save me from this nightmare. But I was all alone, and Alexander was hot on my trail. He pulled me closer by my arm and I yelped in pain. "You're hurting me!" I cried out, but he was too blinded by rage to notice or care. "Please, Alexander!" "What the fuck did you just call me?" he hissed at me and my face blanched. Surely he couldn't be serious.

"I'm sorry," I moaned, my arm stinging bad as his fingernails dug into my tender skin. "Please, I'm sorry! Just let me go!" "Call me by the right name," he yelled, and I shivered, so scared of him I was feeling queasy. "I'm sorry, dad, I'm sorry!" I begged, really sobbing now. I knew I was a mess, crying and begging and sobbing loudly as he dragged me to the sink and dropped the razor in it. "Not dad," he demanded. "It's not dad, what did you call me when you were younger, you stupid fucking whore?" "Daddy!" I cried out. "Daddy. Please, just let me go." Finally, he tore his hand away from my arm and I cried in relief as he pulled away from me. I was sobbing hard as he took a step back, taking a disgusted look at my naked body. It had felt so wrong, calling him that. Nothing like

it did with Maddox. It felt dirty, and wrong, and strange. I was never going to call him Daddy again. I wasn't going to call him dad, either. It was Alexander from now on, and if he fucking wanted to, he could kill me for it. I was feeling brave in my head, but in reality, I was still a sobbing, shivering mess. "Clean yourself up," he told me, the disgust plain in his voice. I grabbed a towel off the rail and covered up my nakedness, feeling disgusting under his watchful eyes. I wanted to beg him to leave but knew it wouldn't serve a purpose. He would just try to hurt me again or scream for more. He'd leave on his own terms. I needed him to think he was still in control of me. "I'm sorry," I said pathetically. "I'm sorry." "You should be," he said, coming up to me. He grabbed my face by the cheeks and made me look at him. "Look into my eyes, whore."

I shivered, too scared to lift my gaze off the floor. He slapped me then, really slapped me, his palm connecting with my cheek and making my head ring like an alarm. "I said look at me!" I raised my eyes to his fearfully, trembling with fear as his eyes focused on mine. I didn't even know if he was drunk anymore, but he was definitely angry as hell, and he wanted to hurt me. His eyes were storming, and his grip was hard and relentless. And then he spit into my face and I cried out as he let me go, tumbling backwards. "Clean yourself up, filthy bitch," he told me, and I cried out like I were a child, hoping for him to have some mercy. But I knew I wouldn't be so lucky. He gave me a patronizing look as I picked myself up from the floor, smearing blood all over the

towel I'd grabbed, and then he left the room, slamming the door behind him and making the frosted window rattle. I picked myself up slowly, piece by piece. I wiped his spit from my face with a towel and cleaned my hand in the sink. The cut wasn't too deep, but it was long and blood was still running down my forearm. Since I'd ruined the towel anyway, I wrapped it around my hand tightly to stop it from bleeding all over the place. I washed my face with some cold water and gave my reflection a hard look. This was the last time I'd let him get to me. A long time ago, I promised myself I'd be gone the first time he hit me. It was time to live up to that promise. I needed to get out of the house, and fast. And I needed to plan it well, make sure he wouldn't see it coming.

ELEVEN

Maddox

I

waited. It was torture, hell, and sweet bliss all rolled into one. For more than a week, I barely recognized the fact that Cora Lockhart existed. It was for both our sakes. I needed the time to clear my head, and she definitely needed it to try and figure out what she really wanted. I knew well enough that had I gone to her the day

after I took her to my home, she would be putty in my hands, melting against my touch. But contrary to what I had thought before, that wasn’t what I wanted. No, I wanted her to make up her own mind. I wanted her to know that she wanted me, that she needed me, not just sense it. Every day, she was in my class, and every day I treated her just like any other student. I threw back her bullshit, and commended her for any clever insights she had, but no more or less than anyone else. I didn’t come to my classroom for lunch, I didn’t seek out chances for us to be together. And I ignored her texts. She started making good use of the phone number on the second day of minimum contact from me. First she pretended to ask about school assignments, which I told her to discuss with her classmates. Then, she started asking me about how my day was going. I didn’t respond. Then, she asked me if I wanted to know about her

day. Or what she was wearing. Or whether I was curious if she had shaved herself for me yet. I didn’t give her a single thing for that either, not a word, not a fucking winky emoticon, nothing. And then the pictures came. First of her fully clothed, maybe just showing me her milky thighs, with the school skirt riding a little too high over them. Or her bending forward slightly, with captions asking about whether or not I missed her. Of course I fucking did. Then, the shirt came off. And the skirt slipped down her hips. It was a picture of her in one of her too-small bras, one hand over pink panties, on her pink sheets in her bubblegummm room that finally got me. ‘Daddy, I need you.’ She could have just nailed me to the post right then and there because she must have known I was a man without a future at that point. The picture came the evening before a Friday and it took every little

shred of self-control to keep me from getting in the fucking car and going to pick her up right then and there and giving her what she’d been asking for so insistently. If there had been any thought that she didn’t want exactly what I was offering, she’d gone above and beyond that week to prove to me that she did. Short of offering herself up on a platter, she’d done everything she could to tell me that she wanted me, needed me… And I still hadn’t acted on it. Fucking hell, I swore I could still taste her on my lips from that first night in her room, when I glided my fingertips over her pussy lips, when I curled them over her clit and then tasted her sweet, virgin taste. She was the ripest, sweetest fruit I could imagine and I couldn’t wait to bite in. So why hadn’t I? I wasn’t the only one wondering that. My ‘employer’ had been incessant with his calls, hitting me up about once every other day, asking if

I’d made any progress. I kept deflecting, saying that these things took time, that he wanted her to be ‘just right’ when I was done with her. In all honesty, that was exactly why I didn’t want to fuck her. Because when I did, that might mean it would be all over. I’d pack my things again, though I’d never really unpacked, get back in my sedan and get out of this town. Within a few months, I’d be back at a prestigious school, teaching about things that really interested me. Getting back to my real life. A life that didn’t seem half as inviting anymore. I took one more look at the picture Cora had texted me. With a frustrated groan, I typed a response for her and then tossed the cellphone on the couch, as far from me as I could get it. The text read ‘Be in class tomorrow.’ Not that she’d ever miss one.

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IT WAS THE LAST PERIOD ON A FRIDAY WHEN CORA walked into the classroom, a nervous expression on her face. There was still a few minutes left until the bell, and I kept at my work, grading some essays from the class before hers without acknowledging her presence. She was the only person other than me in the class at the moment. Tentatively, she took her seat and stacked her books and stationary on the table. When she was done, she folded her hands on her lap and waited, sitting ramrod straight. Every now and then, she would glance at the clock, hanging above the door, waiting for the bell to ring and class to start. When it did, it was still just her and I in the room. I stood up without a word and strode to the door, pulling it closed as the commotion of kids rushing to their classes started dying out in the hallways. I flipped the lock on the door and then walked back

to my desk. I had cancelled class for everyone but her. It felt fitting, being alone with her in this room again. Hell, it felt like there was no one around every time we shared the same space anyway. “Cora, we’re going to have a special class today,” I told her, leaning against the solid table, my cock throbbing in my pants already. “Okay,” she said, cocking a brow at me. “Just… me and you?” I nodded. “Yes, Cora, just you and I. Get out of your chair. Stand up for me.” She scrambled to her feet so fast that she almost kicked over the chair. That blush I’d come to expect and appreciate flushed on her cheeks as she smoothed back her hair from her face, glancing down at her shoes and then up at me again. “Take your jacket off. And your shirt.”

A nervous smile lit up her face as she did as I asked, shrugging off the jacket and then pulling off the shirt. I’d expected questions – where are everyone, or are you sure we should be doing this here – but I got nothing of the sort. I guess she wanted this more than I even thought she did. I bit the inside of my mouth as I caught my first glimpse of her pale skin, the generous curve of her tits, confined by a lacy bra, and the way she was trying to suck in her stomach. She was perfect, it was nonsense that she was nervous about how she looked, but I’d let her know that soon enough. “You shouldn’t have been texting me like that, Cora,” I started, a stern expression plastered to my face. “It’s inappropriate. I’m your teacher, not your friend.. Do you understand that?” The expectation and eager glee on her face faded away slightly, replaced by a worried frown. She tried to cross her arms over her chest but I tsked as she moved to do so, making her keep her arms down by her sides.

“Answer me, Cora.” “Yes… Daddy,” she said, and I could barely hold back the groan. She knew exactly how to fucking play me, the little minx. I reached for a metal ruler behind me on the desk, and ran it through my palm thoughtfully. Then, I smacked it into my palm once, twice. The swish and she sickening splat of it against me skin made her jump a little. “That’s not what good girls do. And do you know what happens to good girls when they misbehave?” “They get… punished?” she asked, a mischievous spark coming to life in her eyes now. Of course she was fucking turned on by this. I would have expected nothing less from her. I spotted her clenching her thighs now, her breath coming in faster, fluttery bursts. “That’s correct, Cora. They get punished. Do you want a chance to make it up to me?”

“Yes, please, Daddy,” she said eagerly, smiling slightly now. “What can I do so you wouldn’t be… angry with me?” I set the ruler down and stood up straight. I shrugged off my jacket and folded it neatly on the table. Then, I undid my belt and the zipper on my suit pants. Her hungry, greedy little eyes followed every motion. When I pushed down the front of my boxers to reveal my fully rigid, thick, long cock, she let out what could only be described as a mewl. I curled my hand around the shaft, keeping my eyes on her, and pumped it a few times, slowly. Cora’s mouth fell agape as she stared at my cock, transfixed, like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. I swear, she forgot to fucking breathe for a moment there. My greedy, hungry little thing. A bead of precum glistened on the head, cut and wide. “Clean it up for Daddy,” I told her.

She stepped forward and without looking up at me, sunk to her knees in front of me. A part of me had half-expected her to grab her clothes and run, but she was full of surprises, most of all with her eagerness to be corrupted. She balled her hands in her lap, her face close to my cock, and my balls constricted at the mere thought of her mouth around me, sucking me dry. She glanced up at me, her green eyes shimmering with gratitude, and kept eye-contact as she poked out her pink tongue and lapped over the head the first time. I sucked in a breath as I saw the precum disappear in her mouth, a tiny bit smearing her tongue. She closed her eyes in bliss as she tasted me, and then she opened her mouth wider and sucked my head in. “Shit, Cora,” I groaned as her hands went to my thighs, her fingers digging in as she stretched her mouth to fit my huge cock. “That’s it, show me how fucking sorry you are, little thing.”

It was a farce, we both knew it, but we were more than glad to participate. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and she moaned into me, sending a shudder running through my body. So eager, so willing, and so mine. “You’re a filthy little cocksucker for your first time,” I growled as she started bobbing up and down, no longer satisfied with just tasting me on her tongue. “Is this how you want it all the time, Cora? Dirty, disgusting, on your knees for me?” She looked up at me, her eyes hazy as she sucked on me hungrily. I doubted she heard half of what I said, but she couldn’t have turned me on more if she tried. My fingers tightened in her red mane and I thrust my hips forward slowly, pushing myself past her mouth and into her throat. I was barely half-way in her and I wanted to feed her my full fucking length, give her a lasting taste of what it felt to be facefucked by a real man, by a real cock, so she’d never want or be satisfied by another.

She gagged slightly, but pulled it together as I pulled back. Then, I pushed in deeper, and she squealed, her fingers digging into my thighs. But she took it, and asked for more. So I gave her more. Every time I thrust in deeper, she gagged around me, making me desperate to cum in her throat and keeping me at the edge every fucking time. She didn’t even know how fucking hot she was, in my classroom, on her knees for me, sucking her first cock. Her lips were stretched around my shaft and there were tears trickling down her cheeks, marring her black mascara. Instead of pushing away from me, she kept shoving herself closer to me, her body leaning against my legs as I fucked her mouth. She was so soft, so warm, her lips tightening around me and her tongue swirling along the bottom of my cock whenever she could. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I growled, bucking my hips faster and faster. “That’s what I want. You on your

fucking knees for me, taking me just like I ask you to.” The words were a muddled mess but they kept pouring over my lips. Saliva trickled down the sides of her mouth and she kept looking up at me even as she gagged and sputtered like I was the answer to all her prayers and all her worries. And I wanted to be. More than anything, I wanted to be exactly the kind of man that this woman needed me to be. Protective, strong, there for her in every fucking way, not just the person to get her off. “Fuck, Cora,” I hissed as she sucked harder, though she was gagging at the same time. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum and I’m going to need you to drink up every drop. Every. Last. Drop. You understand that, little thing?” I asked, my balls so tight I thought I was going to explode. She did her best impression of a nod, and I lost it. I

pounded myself into her sweet mouth, not giving a shit about whether or not she could handle it. I wanted to see that seed dribble down her chin and dirty up her white bra, I wanted her to be filthy for me. When I came with a growl, I shot a massive load down her throat and she gagged on the thick, sticky cum immediately. She tried to keep it down but couldn’t, half of it dribbling over her lips and down her chin and neck. Thick, white globs of cum dotted her skin while my cock was still down her throat and she was desperately trying to clean me up as best as she could. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she pleaded as I pulled out and she caught her breath, her tongue still darting over her lips to get more of me in her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. There was just so much of it…” My muscles were rigid and it was a fucking chore trying to stand up. Wordlessly, I tucked my cock back in my boxers and did up my pants as Cora

remained on her knees, looking up at me with worry. The cum looked so good on her. I reached down and hooked my hands under her armpits, dragging her up on her feet. She yelped as I twirled her around and pushed her over the cool surface of my desk. With one hand, I pulled up her skirt around her hips and with the other, I grabbed the metal ruler from the table. “I gave you one chance to make it up to me, Cora,” I said. “And you failed me. Now, you need to be punished. Do you understand that?” “Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, shivering all over as I yanked down her white underwear. The lacy fabric stuck to her pussy, soaked through. The scent of her need hit me in the nose like an aphrodisiac. Her pussy lips were swollen and she was so wet that her thighs glistened. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen. I put one hand on her neck, keeping her down though she wasn’t struggling at all, and raised the

ruler to the air with my other. “You’re going to have to be taught a lesson, Cora. That’s why I’m here, to teach you about right and wrong, good and bad. You’ll learn and remember this, won’t you, sweetheart?” She nodded way too fucking eagerly. I was about to lay down the first hit when I thought better of it. I let go of her for a moment, just long enough to rip the panties from around her legs, tearing the seams, and shove them in her mouth. “That’s how you taste, little thing. That’s how fucking wet you are for me,” I told her as her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. “Keep it right where it is.” My hand went back to her neck and I spanked her. Once, twice, three times. Red marks appeared on her lily white ass and she jerked like a fish out of water every time, screaming into her panties. Her fingers clutched the edges of the table tightly, but she still didn’t fight against my hold. So I spanked

her again. And again, and again. Every line that appeared on her skin marked her as mine, forever. When the tenth and final one hit her ass, her face was red with tears and she was sobbing into the panties. I pulled the underwear from her mouth and she gasped for air, looking at me with hurt eyes. “If you want, I’ll let you go right now. But that means I won’t ever teach you another lessong, Cora. It’s your choice,” I said, my heart thrumming a mile a minute in my chest as I let go of her neck. She didn’t budge. A few ragged breaths later, she shook her head, biting her lower lip. “No, Daddy. I did wrong, you need to punish me. Teach me, Daddy. Teach me, Daddy, please!” That was exactly what I wanted to hear. And exactly what she shouldn’t have said. She cursed us both with those words, and I found myself more than happy to go to hell with her. I dropped the ruler and stepped behind her. I

yanked her backwards slightly, making her yelp, before I dropped down on my knees. Roughly, I spread her thighs and buried my face in her pussy from behind. My tongue darted to taste her wetness and the moan that followed from her was the sweetest thank you she could give me. I lost myself in her. My hands kept her thighs apart for me as I licked and sucked at her cunt, shoving my tongue into her slit time and time again. Every time my tongue ran over her, she shuddered and moaned, until she was little more than a writhing mess that I had to keep on the table with pure strength. “Oh my god, Daddy!” she squealed, her voice ragged. “I can’t take it.” “You’re going to have to,” I told her, pulling back from her pussy for just a moment. “Are you going to cum for Daddy? Are you going to cum for me like a good girl? “Yes, please, Daddy! Please let me cum!” she

moaned, and it was music to my ears. I spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue down the length of her crack, gliding it over her asshole before moving down to her slit again. I sucked her clit into my mouth, shoving my face into her pussy and not caring about how I was getting smeared by her juices. She had done everything I’d asked of her, everything she could, and the lesson I wanted her to learn was that she was going to get everything and more that she ever wanted. I wanted to be the first man to make her cum. I wanted to be her first in every way. My stubble scratched at her lips but it only seemed to turn her on more. She began bucking her hips back into me with the rhythm of my tongue forcing into her slit and her moans turned into squeals. The bell rung just as she came, screaming her head off, the sound lost in the trample of feet outside the door. I held her in place as she rode the high of her orgasm, loving every whimper, buck and writhe.

When she came down the high, she collapsed on the flat surface of the desk, breathing heavily. I let go of her and stood up, straightening my tie and licking my lips. Casually, I picked up her shirt and jacket, and smoothed down her skirt over her ass. I wiped my mouth and face in her shirt placed it in a pile with her jacket on the desk. Mine had fallen to the floor during our little… lecture. Peeling her off the desk carefully, I helped her stand and dressed her. I pulled the shirt over her head and then made her put on the jacket, guiding her arms in. Cora could barely stand, her thighs quaking and her knees wanting to buckle. I smoothed back her hair and wiped a glob of halfdried cum off her chin with my thumb, bringing it to her lt into her mouth without question, making us both moan. “Good girl,” I told her, laying a kiss on her forehead. She was my good girl. And I wasn’t sure if I could

live without her anymore after that.

TWELVE

Cora

M

y ass was sore.

I had no idea a spanking could hurt this bad. I winced every time I sat down, every time someone brushed against me in the hallways. But nonetheless, remembering how I'd gotten those marks made me smile, and I wore them with pride. I was so proud, in fact, I wanted to tell the world what my Daddy had done to me. But I knew I had

to keep quiet, be a good girl for Maddox. I wasn't going to piss him off again, even though I craved his punishments. School had been going well for the past few days, and I made it home relatively fast after class. I hadn't seen Maddox that day, and I hadn't seen much of Alexander either. I avoided him as much as I could, keeping to myself and hoping he'd let me be. So far, so good - he barely looked at me when I saw him at home, and he made no effort whatsoever to speak to me. Probably freezing me out for being bad - not that I cared. I would've rather had him ignore me for the rest of my life than unleash his rage on me yet again. I was making myself some dinner when he came into the kitchen. "Poker night tonight, remember," he told me coolly, and I gave him a blank stare. I'd been living inside of my head and managed to completely forget about his weekly game. I nodded

without saying a word. "Fix me up some dinner as well," he told me and disappeared from the room. My lips were set in a thin line as I prepared some roasted chicken breast and a side salad. I laid out two dinner plates on the table, dreading every moment I'd be forced to spend in Alexander's company. He came in a minute later, and we sat down to the most uncomfortable meal of my life. He kept staring at me while we eat, and I did my best to ignore him. I could feel his eyes on me though, watching me as carefully as a hawk. But I had bigger problems. My ass hurt really bad every time I sat down, and I fidgeted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable spot. I just wanted this to be over so I could go upstairs and lie down in my plush pink bed. Maybe text Maddox, too... I'd been doing a lot of that lately. The thought alone made me blush. "Why are you sitting like that?" Alexander barked

at me, and I jumped at the sound of his voice. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice soft and scared. I didn't trust him. Not after what had happened in the bathroom the other day. "You're sitting weird, Cora," he bit out. "Are you really that stupid that I have to spell it the fuck out for you?" "I'm sorry," I muttered. "I'm just tired." I shifted uncomfortably again and tried to rush and eat up the rest of my salad. But I'd lost my appetite. I knew Alexander wouldn't let me leave until I finished my meal, and I toyed with the lettuce leaves on my plate, feeling his hot gaze on me. "You don't look fucking tired to me," he told me, and I blushed. "Tell me why you're sitting like that." "I don't know," I said. I sure as hell felt tired, with him questioning my every word like that. "Maybe my butt is a little sore from sitting down all day at

school." I giggled, an innocent enough sound. Right away I worried I'd be in trouble again, and I looked at Alexander across the table fearfully. He wasn't looking at me anymore, but instead focusing on his meal. He looked pleased for some reason, but I knew better than to question him. He'd only snap on me again - I would have rather stayed quiet and let him be, if it meant he'd do the same thing for me. He glanced at me again, and I looked away. "Go up to your room," he ordered me, his voice surprisingly gentle this time around. "Be back to answer the door and let everyone in." "Okay." I got up from that chair so fast I nearly tumbled over it, and it made him stare me down again. "Don't be so fucking clumsy, Cora," he grumbled. "Okay, I'm sorry," I said, and then, before I could

stop myself, another question slipped from my lips. "Who is coming to the poker night?" Alexander gave me a long look that felt too deep for comfort. I could swear he knew something, knew what was going on between Maddox and me. But then the moment was over and he just shrugged like nothing had happened. "The usual," he told me, his voice bored. And I knew that was the end of it, so I scrambled back to my room, my hands shaking as I closed the bedroom door behind me. I walked to my dressing table and combed through my hair. I didn't know if Maddox was coming to poker night, but I wanted to look pretty just in case. He'd been keeping his distance, making sure to never be caught talking to me. He never even replied to any of my text, but I saw that he was reading them. And sometimes, in class, I would catch him staring at me, his eyes following my fingers holding a pen or focusing on my own gaze. He wouldn't ignore me for too long, that was for

sure. I busied myself by reading some of the material for class the next day when the doorbell rang. Alexander shouted for me from downstairs and I got up from my bed, smoothing down my clothes before going down the stairs. Perhaps tonight was the night Maddox would touch me again... I practically skipped down the stairs and opened the door wide. My face fell when I saw who it was. "Hey, sweetcheeks," Randy grinned at me lewdly before shoving me aside to walk into the room. "Alex! I brought beer." Alexander rounded the corner and I did my best to hide my disappointment and become a part of the wallpaper. I sure as hell didn't want them to notice me. I just wanted to be invisible when Alexander's friends were around, especially Randy. He always acted so strange around me.

"I'm just going to go upstairs," I said softly to no one in particular, and snuck up the stairs before Alexander could stop me. He was too involved in talking to his friend anyway, he didn't give a hell whether I stayed or left. Things were still tense between us, though, and I didn't need another reason to piss him off. For the next hour or so, I kept letting in people until there were six of them in total. I was just about to go back upstairs to my room after letting in the last person when Alexander called out my name. I didn't want to, but I crept into the kitchen anyway, lingering under the doorframe. "Yes?" I asked timidly, and six pairs of eyes turned to stare at me. I always felt so damn uncomfortable around them. Their eyes drinking me in, watching me like hawks as I fidgeted before coming inside. "Get us some beers," Alexander told me, clearing his throat. "You did put them in the cooler, right?"

"Yeah," I replied softly. I knew better than to forget about that. The last time I did, he called me a stupid cunt in front of all his friends, sending me upstairs in tears. I really was too sensitive for my own good. I picked up six beers from the cooler, thankful that it was around the corner and I could hide from their hungry looks. I brought them back to the kitchen and gave each of the guys a bottle, standing next to the table uselessly. "Do you mind if I go upstairs now?" I asked. "I have some homework I really need to do." "Maybe if you ask nicely," Randy grunted, and everyone laughed. I fidgeted on the spot, unsure of what else to say. I just wanted to get away from them all, now that it was obvious Maddox wasn't coming. I was upset and disappointed he hadn't showed up, and I wanted to do some homework and go to bed early instead.

"Well?" Alexander roared. "Are you gonna be a good fucking girl or not?" "May I please go upstairs?" I asked in my smallest voice, and the table roared with laughter. I felt the color draining from my cheeks and I just wanted to run off. But I knew I'd be in trouble if I just left like that. Alexander would've given me hell for it. "Ask nicer," he said in a deep voice, and I glared at him. Of course, I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted that word from my lips, meant for him, and I hated him for it. He was taking something from me that was supposed to be mine, and I hated the way he robbed me of the word I liked using so much with Maddox. "May I please go upstairs, daddy?" I asked softly, and once again, the table roared with laughter. "You've trained that bitch well," Randy said with a big grin.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Alexander snapped. "Doesn't mean I won't fucking clock you if you talk shit." He shifted his attention back to me and his eyes drilled into mine. "Sit down," he told me in a rumbling voice. "Where?" I looked around the table. Every spot was full, every chair taken. "Don't be dumb," he said. "On my fucking lap, where else, Cora?" I froze on the spot, and then my body moved of its own accord. I just wanted him to leave me alone, but I knew it wouldn't happen without me following his orders. I came closer, dragging my feet across the floor and dragging every moment I had to spend doing this. I stopped in front of him and sat down on his lap awkwardly, my hands poised on the table. Randy lead the rest of the men in making lewd remarks

and I tried to block them out as best as I could. I felt Alexander's eyes on me, burning me with their intensity. I wanted to leave, I wanted to text Maddox and ask him to help me. But I resisted the urge and bit my tongue from making a smart-ass remark. That was fun with Maddox, but I knew the minute I slipped in front of Alexander, he'd punish me for it, and he wouldn't make it easy for me to handle. I watched them play their game, sitting uncomfortably on my stepfather's lap. After a few minutes, he placed his palm on my naked thigh, and I shivered under his touch. I tried my best to hide my body's inadvertent movement, but he noticed, his eyes drilling into mine. He was daring me to say something, but I was too fucking scared. I kept my mouth shut and let him do it. A couple minutes later, I felt the swell of his cock against my butt and I shifted right away, trying to pretend it wasn't there. But he caught me, placing his hand on my hips and making sure I stayed on the exact spot where he wanted me. His erection

dug into my ass and I wanted to cry and throw up at the same time. But I couldn't move away. First, he'd humiliate me in front of all his friends. And then, he'd make sure I'd really pay for it. I was starting to realize just how afraid I was of Alexander Lockhart. Randy lost the game and gave me an angry look, saying, "It's not fair, Alex has a fucking helper. Why don't you let her sit on my lap for a bit, see if I win?" I wanted to die, but Alex laughed along with him and nudged me off his lap with his knee. As relieved as I was not to be close to his hard cock anymore, I knew what was coming next. "Go entertain Randy," Alexander told me roughly, and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, shifting from foot to foot. "Come on, sweetheart," Randy leered at me. "Let's

see how hard you can make my cock with that tight little ass." I bolted from the room before anyone could say a word. The sound of their laughter followed me all the way upstairs and into my room.

THIRTEEN

Maddox

T

he text came at an hour that any reasonable human being would have considered ‘too late’, but I hadn’t even considered going to sleep yet. It was partially because I barely slept these days anyway, and partially because I was debating with myself whether or not I should still show up to Alexander’s poker game.

I had made myself a promise that I wouldn’t go. There was no way I could keep my attention on the game when Cora was so close, and as much as I appreciated her enthusiasm, I didn’t trust her or myself enough to keep us out of trouble. The last thing either of us needed was to get caught doing something markedly inappropriate in her home, while her father was in the next room. And yet, I still wanted to go. Just for the chance to be near her, if nothing else. There hadn’t been a moment since what happened Friday that I hadn’t been thinking about her, and I couldn’t wait for Monday to roll around so I could see her again. When my phone beeped by my side, I almost considered not checking it. It was hardly ever good news. When I saw the name ‘Little Girl’ flash over the screen, I sat up on the couch, frowning. ‘Can we meet? Please.’ It was short, to the point. No sexy pictures, no roundabout questions. I was up on my feet,

grabbing my leather jacket and shoving my shoes on before I even typed up a response. ‘9th Street park, the bench by the pond.’ It was not too far from her house, with a well-lit path to it, and not a lot of people other than morning joggers and mothers with baby carriages out on their mid-morning walk frequented it. Definitely no one at nearly midnight on a Sunday. I grabbed my keys and was out the door not thirty seconds after getting her text. Keeping to the speed limit as I zipped through town was hard enough, and she didn’t make it any easier by failing to respond to my text. Was everything okay? Had something happened to her? Had her prick of a father raised his hand against her again? My grip tightened around the steering wheel and my nostrils flared, a frown that seemed to be carved into my face deepening further as I ran through the worst case scenarios. Cora had an

uncanny ability of making me think the worst possible thing was about to happen to her. Probably because it was. Her paths had crossed with the likes of me, so luck wasn’t exactly on her side. Add in her severely questionable father, and I didn’t have high expectations for fate keeping her safe. So I had to in its stead. I parked the car at the closest parking lot to the park, incidentally being the furthest one from her house, and hit the dirt roads of the park. With my hands shoved in the pockets of my worn, black jeans, I tried to keep from running, but my strides were long and fast. I wanted to get there as soon as I could. When the bench came into view, I breathed out an audible sigh of relief. She was there, looking around tentatively, in all her understated beauty. I relaxed immediately, my shoulders slumping slightly.

“Cora,” I said as I came up behind her. “Madd-… I mean, Daddy,” she gasped, turning to look at me. I smiled to myself as she followed my path to sit next to her, making room for me on the bench. I kept a gap between us, even if every part of me wanted to just grab her and pull her on my lap, to ask what was wrong and to promise to make it all better. “What’s wrong, little thing?” I asked her, catching the way she was shuffling around in the seat. Her ass must have still hurt from the spanking. It would only get worse before it got better. She finally found a way to sit with her legs underneath her that allowed her to stop wriggling around, even though I thought it was incredibly adorable when she did it. “Having trouble sitting still, sweetheart?” I asked, my tone sugary sweet.

She gave me a look and I chuckled, shaking my head. “Don’t glare at me. You brought it on yourself. You’ll know better next time, won’t you?” With an understated sigh, and a smile, she nodded, but offered me no further explanation. She seemed tongue-tied. “Come on, tell Daddy what’s wrong,” I told her, my tone harsher now. I was worried. And I hated waiting. “I just… I needed to get out of the house,” she stammered. I stretched my arm out on the back of the bench, allowing me to brush my fingertips lightly against her arm and shoulder. The motion came far too naturally to me. Like it was the most normal thing. “Did someone do something to you? One of your dad’s friends?”

I studied her face, looking for any bruises, any places where she’d laid on the make-up thicker than usual. Her last bruise was gone now, but she’d worn a lot more make-up while it healed. The kids in her class probably didn’t notice, but I did. And it still made my blood boil. She shook her head, but she took too long to do it. I was almost off the bench when she grabbed me by my jacket, trying to stop me. “I’ll fucking kill them,” I growled. “Daddy, no,” she gasped, pulling me back. “Don’t. I don’t want you to… No, it’s fine, it really is. It’s nothing new, I just felt so suffocated by them this time. They’re talking about me like I’m… some sort of a posession or something. I was just uncomfortable… and I wanted to see you.” I paused for a moment, but finally sat back down. This time, I threw my arm around her and pulled her against me, finding Cora more than eager to cuddle into the crook of my arm.

That was another thing that wasn’t supposed to happen. We weren’t supposed to get close. I wasn’t supposed to care, not about her or her little problems. And yet I did, so much it tore me up inside to think that she’d have to go back to that house alone and face whatever drunken bullshit would be spewed by her dad and his redneck friends. I kissed the top of her head and breathed in her scent, perfectly content with this moment of pure affection. The thought of fucking her was the furthest thing from my mind, for once, even though it had been at the forefront of everything I did for weeks now. “It’s going to get better,” I promised her. “You’ll get out of this town, you’ll get a better future, and you won’t have to deal with men who aren’t good enough for you.” She glanced up at me, a question in her eyes that was clear enough. She wondered if I thought I counted in that particular subset of men – not good

enough for her. And I did, but I wasn’t going to tell her that, if for no other reason than because she would just argue with me. That was the beauty of young love. It was unquestioning. I should have been smart enough to not let it go this far, but apparently Cora was enough to make me regress back into the teenage idiot that I’d once been, thinking of better futures and happy endings. “It feels like it’ll never happen,” she sighed, throwing her arm over my stomach. Her fingers traipsed over the hem of the leather jacket and then beneath it, until her palm was lying flat on my ridged stomach. I squeezed her closer to me, apparently more than willing to take part in a little bit of wishful thinking. I knew this couldn’t last. There was no way. There were too many fucking reasons why this couldn’t make sense, and our age difference was the least of them. But it was a nice fantasy while it lasted.

“It will,” I told her. “It has to. You’re a fighter, and you’ll get exactly what you need. Don’t let anyone stop you.” Anyone like me, I added in my mind, slicking my tongue over my teeth. She hadn’t been the first young, impressionable woman to be curled up to me like that, looking up at me as if I were the solution to all her problems. But she was the first one I hadn’t wanted to lie to, the only one that I didn’t want to just corrupt, devour and then get tired of. She was… special, in the best of ways. We sat there for a while that wasn’t nearly long enough. When I checked my watch after aimless banter, which was mostly just to fill the air around us instead of make any sort of sense out of anything – it was way past midnight. “You’re going to have to go home now, little thing,” I told her, kissing the top of her head gently. “It’s a school ngiht and I hear your English teacher

is a stickler for being on time.” She giggled at that, but just snuggled closer to me. I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on her too, loving the way she was cuddled up to me. Even if it couldn’t last, even if it was all makebelieve. “I’ll drive you to your street. And I’ll make sure you get home safe, okay? If anything happens, if anyone does something to you… You promise you’ll text me or call me right away, won’t you, sweetheart?” She glanced away from me for a moment, her green eyes betraying guilt. I frowned, but didn’t push her on it – what she wanted to share with me was her choice. “I will, Daddy,” she promised. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t. That’s not what she’d come to me for that night. She’d come searching for support, and I couldn’t promise that it would be the only thing I’d give if I got a taste of her on my lips again.

FOURTEEN

Cora

W

e hadn't spent any time together since I'd been at his apartment a week or so ago. All I could think about was Maddox. He'd invaded my thoughts like he wanted to conquer them, and I had trouble focusing. All day long, I thought about him. Not just the way he touched my pussy, my tits, but the way he touched my soul, too.

I would sit in class and fantasize about him, unable to hold a coherent thought. My teachers were beginning to notice too, and I did badly on two tests I had that week. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but I couldn't stop my mind from spinning, thinking about him, wanting him. I couldn't stay separated from my Daddy for much longer. I knew my teachers were worried about me after Mrs. Danvers, our biology teacher, called me aside. I'd never been a wiz at the subject, but she expressed her concern after I dropped a full two grades on my last test. She wanted to know if something was wrong, why I was having trouble focusing. She asked me if anything was wrong at home and I carefully avoided the question. But she still furrowed her brows and said she hoped I'd get my grades back up soon. College applications were happening soon, after all, and I couldn't risk another bad grade like the one I'd just gotten.

That day, I had Maddox's class last, and I walked into the room with my eyes hopeful and waiting for him. He was already in the room, and his eyes glazed over me as I took my usual seat. I placed my books on the desk and looked at him expectantly, my pen poised in my hand. I was ready for the lesson. At least I still paid attention in his class... Even though it wasn't really to the words he was saying. It was more to the sound of his voice, the curve of his lips, the way he practically pounded the chalkboard when he wrote on it. His tie was messy again that day, and I longed to fix the knot for him. It was something so simple but so intimate at the same time. The class passed too quickly, and when the bell rang for the end of the schoolday, everyone rushed out of the room. I packed my things slowly on purpose, wanting to catch another moment alone with Maddox. When I was finally done placing everything in my backpack, I looked up to find only the two of us left in the classroom.

"Cora," he said roughly, his arms crossed in front of his body. I bit my bottom lip, nervous and so overwhelmed by the way he'd said my name. "Yes?" I asked softly. "Sit down," he told me, and I did as I was told, placing my backpack on the floor and sitting back down at my desk. Maddox rounded his desk and came to the front, leaning back against it, his arms still crossed. His eyes were cross, and they had me worried. Surely I hadn't done anything wrong this time. I'd only texted him a few times, doing my best to leave him alone. If he didn't want me, that was okay. But I knew he did. I saw the way he acted around me, how hard he had to fight the urge to look at me during class. I wanted him to finally stop resisting. I wanted him to give in.

"We need to talk," he told me simply. "You've been getting worse grades than usual, Cora." "What?" I asked, then my head finally cleared. "Who told you about that?" Did he really want to talk about the tests I'd done that week? Why did he even care? "Teachers talk, Cora," he shrugged. "I'm worried about you. You told me you want to get out of this town. So why aren't you working harder on your grades?" "I am," I said in a small voice, but he groaned instead of agreeing. "Bullshit," he said. "You're distracted. In my classes, too. What the fuck is going on?" "Nothing," I told him angrily. "Absolutely nothing is going on." "Is it something at home?" he pressed me further. "If it's something to do with Alexander, you have to tell me. I can deal with it."

"Everything's fine," I replied in a clipped tone, and Maddox slid off his desk when I said it, hitting the desk with his fist. I jumped in my seat. "Don't lie to me, little thing," Maddox told me, his voice low and threatening. "You know I hate it when you lie. Just tell me the truth. Did he try something again?" "No," I bit out. "He didn't. And that's not the problem, anyway." "Then what is?" he demanded, coming to stand in front of my desk. I was angry then, rage boiling under my skin because he was acting like he didn't know. As if it wasn't just as difficult for him. "Nothing," I lied again. Maddox's fists shook, and suddenly, he grabbed me by my blouse and pulled me to my feet. I cried out when he did it, stumbling toward him when he pressed me so close to his body I could feel his

erection pressing up against my tummy. He groaned and I let out a soft mewl. "Please," I whispered. "Don't torture me like this." "Tell me why you're not focusing on your classes, Cora," he demanded. One of his hands found its way into my hair and he pulled my head back, hard. His other hand lingered over his crotch and I gasped when his fingers outlined the shape of his long, thick cock. "I swear to fucking god," he went on. "If that prick tried to hurt you again, I'm going to cut his balls off." "He didn't," I cried out. "It's not that, can't you see? How can you be so stupid?" He pulled my hair back harder and I moaned. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time. "What is it then?" he demanded again. "Fucking tell me, Cora!"

"Fine!" I cried out. "I'll fucking tell you, if you're too damn blind to notice it yourself!" His eyes widened as hot tears ran down my cheeks. "It's you," I whispered, feeling completely defeated and humiliated. "You're just... You're fucking ignoring me. Like nothing ever happened between us, like I don't mean anything at all to you, and I hate it! How can you not care about me at all?" I looked into his eyes through the tears clouding my vision, and he stared me down. "Don't you want to touch me?" I whispered. "Don't you want to kiss me? Feel me?" His grip on my hair tightened and he was stroking his cock now, his hand gliding fast and hard over the swelling in his pants. He groaned out loud. "Don't you want to make love to me?" I begged. "Or fuck me... Whatever you want... I just want to have you inside me."

"Fucking shit," he cursed, pulling me closer. His mouth lingered dangerously close to my mouth and I breathed a sigh against his lips, making him curse again. "I want you," I whispered. "I want you to be my first, Daddy." The silence in the classroom was deafening. With today's classes over, the school had cleared out and we were completely alone. No one would interrupt us. We could do anything. He could take advantage of me, and I wouldn't even care. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to take my virginity. "I can't take that from you," he said softly, but his hand was still on his cock. "I can't fuck you, little thing." I wriggled against him, pressing my hot body against his and he groaned again. "Please," I begged. "I want your cock to be the first and last inside me... I want you to split me open. I

want your cock to open me up. I want my pussy to be the perfect fit for your cock, and your cock only, Daddy, please..." I could see the internal battle going on inside his head. I wanted him to just take me already, I needed it so badly. But he was hesitating. So I placed my fingers on his hand, tentatively at first but getting braver by the second. I squeezed his hand gently, and he groaned as I moved it away from his crotch and to my own body. I pressed it against my neck, leading him to squeeze his fingers around my throat. "Be my first, Daddy," I begged him again. "Make me yours..." It was like watching a dam break. He struggled against his own will and that of his body, struggled so hard his body shook as he gripped my neck in his grasp, squeezing it so hard I rolled my eyes back. "Yes, Daddy," I barely managed to get out. "Just

like that, Daddy, please!" His mouth descended upon my neck, hot and needy as he sucked on my throat. He was laying claim to me, he was leaving marks. I wanted him to leave them all over my body. I would wear them with pride, knowing I only belonged to him. No one else would get to touch me from then on. I was Daddy's girl through and through. "Open your mouth, little thing," he groaned, and I did it eagerly, as wide as I possibly could. He moved away to look inside me, hooking the fingers of one hand and stretching me wider. With a groan, he spit into my mouth. I stared at him in shock, and the moan that escaped my lips was low and sensual. He grabbed my throat again and dragged his tongue over my lips, daring between them and kissing me deeply. He took my mouth and claimed it, his hands wrapped tightly around my throat as he showed me I really belonged to him completely.

I stumbled backwards and he whipped me around and pressed me against his desk, my ass hitting the wood. Then, he grabbed ahold of my legs and made me sit on the desk, and I wrapped my hands around his neck needily. His mouth was still on mine and I could barely breathe, fitting his tongue inside my hole as best as I could. He parted my legs and my skirt rode up. We both looked down at the wet spot on my panties, and then Maddox pulled my head back again. "You're sure?" he asked me hoarsely and I nodded over and over again, begging him to do it, go through with it, finally make me into a woman. "Aren't you... gonna take my clothes off?" I asked needily, and he gave me a wicked grin. With a single motion of his fingers, he tore my panties off me and I gasped when the cool air hit my drenched cunt. "Daddy!" I cried out, but he wasn't done just yet.

My blouse followed next, and he ripped it off, the buttons flying everywhere. I didn't even have time to worry about how I'd get home with my clothes ruined, or much less how I'd explain it to Alexander. I was too consumed by the lust and the absolute need to have him inside me. Maddox's eyes followed mine, and he drank in my pussy hungrily. "You shaved," he said roughly. "You told me to," I reminded him. His fingers slipped over my pussy and he caressed my folds, making me moan out loud. "I wanted to do it," he admitted. I thought back to the evening I did it, with Alexander walking in on me and catching me. I wanted him to do it as well. Even that would be less humiliating than being caught by my stepfather. Maddox's fingers probed between my lips and I gasped when he peeled back the lips of my pussy

with two fingers, exposing my cunt to his eyes. "I'm going to fucking ruin you," he muttered. "You should run while you can." With those words out of his lips, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in until his hard crotch was pressed up against my wetness. He helped me out of my bra, my tits bouncing free and his eyes following them hungrily. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I threw my head back, overtaken by the ecstasy of having his mouth on me. He bit down on my nipple and I cried out when his teeth sank into my skin. He didn't give a hell though, he only bit and sucked harder. "Show me," I begged him when he let go of my mouth. "I want to see your cock again, please Daddy..." He guided my hands to his pants, and I unzipped him clumsily. He was wearing tight boxers, and he slipped them off along with his pants with my help.

His cock sprang free, bigger than I remembered it and painfully hard. The tip was red and a vein on his shaft was throbbing. "Lie on you back," he told me roughly, and I did as I was told, my back connecting with the hard wood of the desk. Maddox leaned over me, his chest flush against mine as he whispered into my ear. "You want Daddy to be your first?" he asked me again, and I nodded eagerly. It was the only thing I wanted. "You want me to be your last, too, little thing?" His fingers wrapped around my leg and I moaned when he caressed the skin on my inner thigh with his fingertips. "Yes," I gasped. "I only want you, Daddy." "Then guide me in," he told me gently, but his voice was strained.

He placed my hand on his cock and I moaned when I felt him throb in my hand. He put his hands on either side of my body and I looked down at my pussy while I clumsily guided him inside me. He was groaning the moment his wet tip connected with my pussy, and I shivered. "Inside," he told me. "Right the fuck now." "Not yet," I whispered, toying with the head of his cock and pressing it against my clit and my entrance, smearing his precum all over my pussy. "You like this, Daddy, don't you? You like it when I'm being a naughty girl?" "Cora," he groaned. "Stop fucking teasing." I rubbed his tip with my thumb and he cursed out loud, thrusting his hips forward. I gasped when his cock parted my pussy lips forcefully. "You want to be inside me?" I asked him. "You need it bad, don't you Daddy?" His eyes were furious as he connected them with

mine. "You're on thin ice," he growled, and I smiled innocently before guiding his cock right inside me. He groaned and I cried out when he broke through the barrier. My hands went down to stop him, but he was too far gone then, fucking me and thrusting inside me so intensely I thought I would collapse on the spot. "Daddy, please!" I cried out. "It hurts, it hurts... God, yes..." My cries soon turned into moans, but I didn't dare look between my legs. It hurt too good. Maddox was too far gone, but his eyes focused on mine as he fucked himself inside me, taking away every last shred of innocence I had left. "Does it feel good, little thing?" he asked me roughly, and I nodded, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I couldn't hold them in, as hard as I tried. The moment was just too overwhelming.

He leaned down against me and his tongue lapped at my tears, over my cheeks and mouth and down my neck. I moaned and pulled him against me tighter, the pain slowly ebbing away and leaving pleasure in its wake. "You're Daddy's little fucktoy," he groaned into the shell of my ear, and I bucked my hips at his dirty little words. "You're Daddy's naughty little girl, aren't you, Cora? You're going to cum for me now, little thing, I want your juices all over my cock." He pressed his thumb against my clit and I cried out as he kept fucking me, driving himself so deep inside me I thought I would explode. His cock was filling me up impossibly, stretching my tiny pussy out for him and making it fit him perfectly. I knew in that moment I'd never have another cock inside me. It would always have to be Daddy. He fucked me hard and rough. He didn't have any mercy for me, even though it was my first time. His

fists balled up in my hair and he fucked me into a stupor, leaving me begging for more and muttering his name over and over again. I wanted so much more. I wanted him to cum inside me, but I knew he shouldn't. I wasn't on the pill. "I'm going to fucking burst," Maddox grunted, and I wriggled underneath him. "Pull out," I begged him. "Please pull out, Daddy, I'm not on the pill..." He groaned and kept fucking me. My hands grasped his arms and I tried to pry him off me, but it wasn't working. I fought against him when he slammed inside me, and it felt so fucking good I nearly passed out. I cried out for him and he gripped my ass cheeks as he fucked me. His fingernails dug into my tender skin and I gasped his name over and over again. "I don't give a shit," he groaned. "If you're protected or not. I'm going to fucking cum inside

you, little thing." "Daddy, please," I begged. "Don't, I could get pregnant..." I thought of my period only last week. Would that be the last time I had it? Because as much as I was begging him to pull out, I knew there wasn't a chance in hell he'd do it... And I didn't want him to. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and held his throbbing length in his hand, teasing me with it. I gasped, feeling the loss of him inside me like a hole. My pussy leaked its juices all over the desk as he looked down at me. "Tell me you want me to cum inside," Maddox ordered me. "Tell me you want cum in that pretty pink pussy." "Don't make me," I begged, wriggling under him, desperate to get his cock back inside me. "Please, just keep fucking me for a bit longer and then pull

out... Or let me suck-" "No fucking way, little thing," he groaned, stroking his cock. He threw his head back and grunted. "Tell me how badly you want it." He pressed a finger to my clit and I went crazy, my hips desperately bucking toward him. "Daddy," I said desperately. His eyes were dark and glazed over, and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck me, Daddy, please... Teach me how to take your cum, I want all of it, give me all of it, right inside me Daddy, please!" "Where?" he demanded, raising his voice. "In my pussy," I begged. "Fuck my pussy full of Daddy's cum, please..." He was inside me the next second, and I saw stars as his cock plunged inside me again. He fucked me like it was a punishment, but it was the sweetest one I'd gotten yet. The pain slowly stopped and I felt something else building up, intense and deep

and so fucking delicious. I felt my orgasm happening, being ripped out of my body as his cock pounded inside my hole. "Daddy!" I cried out. "I'm gonna cum..." "That's right, Cora," Maddox told me. "Cum on Daddy's cock, get it wet with your fucking juice so I can fill you up." I came with a cry, my hips trembling on his as he delivered his final thrust and exploded inside me. We were a mess of moans and shivers, his fingers digging into my ass hard as he held me in place and filled my pussy with his cum. It was warm, sticky and there was so much of it, it ran out around his cock, dripping onto his desk. "Stay still," he told me. "Cum again Cora, right the fuck now." His cock pulsed inside me and I cried out as another powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Then, Maddox leaned over me and held me to his

chest for a second. I melted into his embrace, letting him make me feel safe. It felt so fucking good. With a pop, he pulled his cock out of me and I watched in admiration. He was still hard, but now his long shaft was dripping cum and the juices from my pussy. "I want to clean it," I said weakly, but he shook his head no. Instead, he grabbed my legs by their ankles and held them up high. I didn't understand for a second, but then it dawned on me as he grinned at me wickedly. He was making sure none of his cum ran out of me... "Daddy," I said softly. "Yes, little thing?" he asked, his fingers caressing the skin on my ankles. "Am I gonna have your baby?" I asked, my voice

shaky and scared. "Yes," he promised me. "I think you are."

FIFTEEN

Maddox

F

or a lack of a better term, my head was in the clouds.

There was fucking sunshine in my day, a pep in my step, all of that bullshit. I couldn’t stop grinning. I wasn’t the smiling type by a longshot any other time, but Cora Lockhart had made a happy man out of me.

Whenever I wasn’t putting in serious effort to think about something else, images of her giving up her sweetest prize to me filled my head. I could picture her so clearly, writhing and twisting for me, baring herself fully like the good girl she was. Her shaved pussy, those luscious tits, and that tight, maddening feeling of pushing into a hole that no one had ever tasted before had my head spinning even now. Most of all, I loved how willing she had been, how eager to please and to be pleased. The squeals of her orgasm rung in my head like a sordid soundtrack, keeping me reliving the forbidden affair in the classroom over and over again. Even being called in to talk to the guidance counselor couldn’t dampen my mood. It was never good news with those people. It was always one student or another who was falling behind, because of their own fault or someone else’s, and whoever the poor sod was who got called in would be the one who would have to ‘fix’ it all. Nine times out of ten, there weren’t going to be any

positive long-term results, regardless of how much the student or the faculty member tried. We didn’t tell the kids, or the parents for that matter, that depressing statistic, though. I rapped my knuckles on the door of the guidance counselor and was called in. Very nearly whistling a tune, I let myself in, all wide grins and ‘good day, how are you’-s. The smiles and the pleasantries fell away immediately when I saw Cora sitting in a chair in front of the counselor, looking dejected. “Thank you for coming in on such short notice,” the counselor, an enthusiastic young brunette with a kind smile and the kind of body that ranked high in high school boys’ daydream named Meredith, said, motioning toward another seat next to Cora. “Miss Lockhart and I have been discussing her options and it seemed pertinent to include you in these talks.” “Anything I should be concerned about?” I asked tentatively, slipping into the seat.

Cora glanced at me, blushing immediately. She didn’t hide her gaze from me outright, but I could read her body language all too clearly. The memory of what we had done was too fresh, and she didn’t want to give herself, or me, away to another ‘adult’. “Thankfully this is not one of those cases,” Meredith said with a slight smile, shuffling papers in front of her. She handed me a copy of Cora’s report cards from the last year and a couple of essays, one of which I’d graded. I flipped through them with a frown on my face. “I’m afraid I don’t know what this is about. My predecessor didn’t leave me with too much information on my students,” I said, prompting another guilty look from Cora. Her grades were mostly good, but inconsistent. She was a very bright girl, but the report cards confirmed that she didn’t keep up her academic

results all the time. Every now and then, the grades would slip, and that would hurt her when she started applying to colleges. My stomach twisted, thinking about my deal with my ‘employer’. Fucking Cora, something that I still hadn’t admitted to doing, was not the only thing I was supposed to do. ‘Ruining’ her was supposed to be a full-package deal. I was supposed to make her forget all about her other duties, like school. I was supposed to make her a slave to the sordid, seedy side of life, literally fuck her into the stupid cunt that I’d been told that she was. Of course, I now knew that the description I’d gotten at first had been the furthest thing from the truth, with the slight exception of her being a virgin. “We find Miss Lockhart to be a very promising student and she approached me last year with the hopes of securing early admission to a couple choice colleges. Unfortunately, things haven’t gone quite our way because of those grades not staying

consistent,” Meredith explained, with Cora squirming in her seat. I knew it couldn’t be comfortable to sit still yet. The results of the spanking would take a while to fade. Every other situation, I bet she enjoyed the results, though. “And where do I come in?” I asked, glancing from Cora to Meredith and back to Cora again. “I’m of course willing to help, if I am able.” That wasn’t what I was supposed to say. But fuck it if I was going to impede Cora in any way of getting a better future, away from people like her father… and me. “Glad to hear that,” Meredith said, perking up in her seat. “Cora shows some talent as a writer, but we feel that it would be best if she had some additional guidance from a strong educator such as yourself when she writes her admission essay. Considering your background, I’m sure you’re aware that this short work of writing can have a

tremendous impact on the future of a hopeful college-student.” I nodded thoughtfully, looking at the papers in my hands once more. Cora had twisted her body to look at me, the distance between us seeming far too large. It was the same feeling I got every time she was in my class and I couldn’t just pull her into my arms and kiss her breathless. “Are you really willing to help D-… Mr Jacobson?” she asked, catching herself just in time from calling me Daddy in front of the counselor. We both smiled, sharing that private moment without Meredith seeming to be any wiser. “Of course, Cora,” I said, reaching across the gap and patting her arm lightly. It was probably the most demure touch we’d shared. “You’re a bright girl and I’d consider it a privilege if I could help you secure a place in a better

school,” I said, loving the way she smiled bright, beaming. “Lovely!” Meredith said, clapping her hands together before Cora could reply. There was so much gratitude in Cora’s eyes that it was making me uncomfortable. I didn’t deserve all the admiration and affection this young woman, this girl was giving me. If she only knew everything… If she knew about Serena, about the others, would she think the same of me? Probably not. I shook my head as Meredith continued, unphased by my wandering mind. “I think it would be prudent if we agree on a weekly check-in to make sure everything is staying on track, yes? Other than that, you’re free to agree on your own, private meetings. The school’s facilities are naturally open to your use and abuse,” she said, chuckling at her small joke.

Oh, if she only knew how we had already abused those facilities… “Is that all?” I asked, standing from the seat, my good mood slightly marred now. “All for now, unless you have something to add, Cora?” Meredith said, looking expectantly at Cora. “No, nothing we can’t discuss in our private meetings,” Cora said, grinning wide as she slipped out of her wide chair as well. “Excellent! Thank you both,” Meredith said, though she was very evidently leaning in my direction, batting her long lashes at me. I gave her a half-hearted smile as I excused myself and exited the room, finding Cora catching up with my just a few steps later. We were in a crowded hallway, the school starting to let out and all the kids trying to move in the opposite direction of us. “Maybe we could do one of those private sessions now, Daddy?” Cora purred, her green eyes

sparking with lust. “Someone might hear you,” I hissed, wanting to grab her by the arm and drag her off to teach her some manners for being so careless. I knew fucking well that she was doing it on purpose, to get a rise out of me… in more ways than one. “What if I want them to, Daddy?” she asked, biting her lower lip. I stifled a low groan, running a hand through my hair. We were on the right floor and I could see my classroom door already. I had promised that the last time would really be the last time, that we were trying our luck too much, but when she started pushing my buttons like that, I was fucking putty in her hands. “Am I being a bad girl for you, Daddy?” she asked, raising her voice slightly so that a couple of people gave her confused looks as we rushed by.

With anger and lust bubbling up in me in equal measure, I grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her into my classroom. I didn’t have any classes left for the day, which didn’t make this any fucking safer. The door slammed shut behind us and I let go of her, striding to my desk and taking a seat in the high-backed chair. I sat messily, my legs splayed wide, giving her a stern, displeased look. She dropped her backpack and stood in place in front of the whiteboard, her fingers tied together and a demure smile painted on her lips now. “Do you want us to get in fucking trouble, little thing?” I growled, trying to hide how fucking hard I was behind my annoyance. My cock was hard as steel and I could see her eating up the outline of it with her greedy eyes. I’d given her a taste and now it seemed like she couldn’t get enough. Who was I to complain? “No, Daddy,” she said, her voice all sing-songy,

batting her lashes at me just like Meredith – Miss Winters, I corrected in my head – had. “Come here,” I told her sharply. She was all too eager to do as she was told. Stopping in front of me, I could see the way her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath coming in quick flutters. “Spread your legs,” I said, and she did, of course. Roughly, I shoved my hand between her legs and ripped her panties aside so I could dip my fingers in her pussy. She moaned like a cat in heat, rubbing herself against my long fingers. She was soaking wet. I pulled my hand back and held it up to her, showing how my fingers glistened with her juices. “Look at this,” I said, my voice a growl. “You’re fucking getting off on trying to get me in trouble. That is not what good little girls do, Cora.” “I’m so sorry, Daddy,” she purred, pouting a little. “Can I please make it up to you?”

“You can try.” As soon as I said that, she bent forward, wrapping her delicate fingers around my wrist and sucking my fingers into her mouth while keeping eyecontact. I groaned as her pink tongue darted out and she lapped up her juices, moaning into my fingers and shoving them so far into her mouth that I felt the back of her throat, and the way she immediately gagged when I did that. “On your knees,” I commanded, and she dropped like a rock. “Unbuckle me. Suck me. Show Daddy how fucking sorry you are.” She giggled, the insolent little brat, her fingers flying across my belt button and zipper. She pulled down my boxers and both her hands went around my shaft, her fingers barely touching. “Daddy, you’re so big,” she purred, licking her lips. Filthy little minx.

“No talk, you dirty little tease,” I grunted, grabbing her by the hair and shoving my cock in her mouth. I didn’t give her time to get used to it, slamming her down on my rigid length immediately so it went down her throat. She gagged, making that beautiful sound that I loved. Bracing herself on my thighs with her hands, she looked up at me as I started grinding my hips into her, filling her completely with my thick cock. Saliva started dribbling down the corners of her mouth immediately and I saw those tears that had been there the last time too, her eyes glazing over. When I let my grip loose, she didn’t change a thing. I could sit back as she kept ramming my cock down her throat, sputtering and gagging, but sucking me off just like I’d told her to. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” I gasped, gripping the arm rests of my chair tighter because my balls were so fucking heavy with the seed I wanted to spill in her.

Keeping myself in check was a herculean effort. “That’s it, little thing, show Daddy how much you want him to be happy with you,” I groaned, lost in the moment. It was at that very moment that a knock sounded on the door. Both Cora and I froze, my cock still twothirds of the way down her throat. “Shit,” I muttered. “Under the table, quick.” Cora backed into the darkness underneath my desk and I rolled my chair in front of it, my dick still out and in the mouth of a barely legal fucking student. I didn’t have time to even invite the person in, the door knob twisted and the door was opened. “Maddox, so glad I caught you,” Meredith said, stepping in. She swept back her long auburn hair, having taken off her frumpy cardigan and now showing off a white tanktop that was cut just a little too low to accentuate her generous tits. She was an attractive

woman by any man’s opinion, but I honestly couldn’t see her as more than a fucking nuisance at the moment. “Meredith. What can I do to help you?” I asked, my voice strained. Cora was staying still, but she still hadn’t taken her lips off from around my cock. And I throbbed in her mouth, the thrill of almost getting caught fucking turning me on. “Oh, I just wanted to thank you for helping with Cora Lockhart,” she cooed, putting her things on Cora’s desk and then sitting on mine. I noticed she was wearing a pencil skirt, and heels way too high for a high school environment. I got the feeling that she’d changed before coming to see me. “It’s so nice of you to come to the aid of a student like that,” she continued, reaching out and rubbing my arm up and down. “Oh my god, teacher-teacher, someone’s been working out,” she laughed.

And that’s Cora needed to go for it again. I felt her nails digging into my leg as she started bobbing up and down on me again, blowing me hard. I hid my groan by clearing my throat, nodding stiffly to Meredith while my hands gripped the arm rests harder. My knuckles were turning white. “No problem. Anything I can do to help, you know?” I said, knowing full well that Meredith was hitting on me, and being incapable of doing anything about it right now. “Well, I just wanted to come around and personally thank you,” Meredith continued, letting out a small sigh and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “And… you know, if there’s ever anything I can do to help you, just let me know. I know you’re new in town and it can be so hard to find the… the right people. So just, anything you need, you hear me?” I nodded mutely, my balls clenching as Cora got sloppy with me, saliva running down my shaft as she worked me with both her mouth and her hands now. I was so close to blowing my load that I

almost lost my ability to talk. “So I’ll give you this,” Meredith said, scribbling her number on a pad of paper on my table, “and you have to promise you will call, okay? I’m free most evenings…” “Okay, Meredith. Thanks,” I gritted out, with Cora twirling her tongue over the head of my cock at the same time. Meredith looked disappointed that I hadn’t been more eager as she got up, but it was all I could do to keep my fucking composure. “Well, okay, that’s what I came to say.” She gathered her things and moved toward the door. “Do you want this open or closed?” she asked. I hesitated for a moment, but only because my tongue didn’t fucking function. Cora, my sweet little angel, had turned into a fucking bratty terror at the drop of a hat, and I certainly hadn’t been ready for that.

“Closed,” I croaked. “Alright. Have a good night, Maddox,” Meredith purred, giving me a little wave. The moment the door closed behind her, I rolled back with the chair and grabbed Cora by the hair. “You little fucking brat,” I hissed, pumping my hips at her a couple of times in rapid succession, making her gag again as my cock filled her up. I spilled my load in her throat, making her sputter and cough up some of it again. She barely pulled away as I let go of her, choosing to lap at my cock and the last drips of cum as she glowered up at me. My breath came in ragged heaves. I couldn’t believe Cora had done that, been so brazen, just because she’d gotten jealous. My little toy was showing me her teeth and I couldn’t get enough of it. “Was that something a good girl is supposed to do?” I demanded, gingerly tucking my cock in my

boxers. “Yes, Daddy,” she said insolently, sticking her chin out. It still had cum on it. I could barely hide my grin. “You’re just begging to get punished, sweetheart,” I told her, my voice low and dark. Her eyes lit up like I’d just promised Christmas. This girl would fucking end me, there was no doubt. “Go lock the door,” I told her tersely. “Daddy needs to teach you manners.”

SIXTEEN

Cora

I

got up from my knees and sashayed toward the door, making sure my ass was bouncing as I walked. A big smile was playing on my lips and I felt deliciously naughty, so dirty and so fucking good. And it was all because of him, my Daddy. I turned the lock on the door and turned around slowly to walk back toward Maddox, but my

breath left my mouth in a quick gasp when I noticed him standing right in front of me. "What..." I asked, but he covered my mouth with his hand so fast I didn't even have time to catch a breath. His other arm clasped my hands behind my back, holding them tightly at the wrists. I struggled against him but there was no point, he wasn't letting go of me. "Now listen to me very carefully, little thing," he told me sternly. My eyes went wide and I stopped struggling for a second while he glared at me. "Good girls get their brains fucked out, but bad girls get punished. Is that clear to you?" I just stared at him and he let go of my mouth, slapping my cheek gently. Before the shriek that tore itself from my lips could be heard, he covered my mouth with his big hand again and looked at me expectantly.

"You fucking answer me when I'm talking to you, Cora," he said roughly. He'd tucked his cock back in his pants, but I could feel the familiar bulge against my hiptoward. I nodded, unable to do much more. He still had a hand over my mouth and I couldn't get a single word out. "I'm going to let go of you now," he told me. "And you're not going to make a sound unless you want to be in a world of trouble." I nodded again and slowly, his hand slipped away from my mouth and he let my wrists go. "Take my belt off," he ordered simply. My heart was pounding so hard it was practically in my throat. I reached down and unbuckled the belt, the sound of the metal buckle loud and scary in Maddox's classroom. Slowly, I pulled it out of the loops on his pants while he watched me do it without saying a single word.

I held the black leather belt in my hands, the silver buckle cool against my skin. I was shivering, though I barely noticed what my body was doing. "On your knees," Maddox told me, and I dropped like a stone, my knees crashing against the wood floors. He walked away from me, back to his desk, and sat down at it, patting his knee. "Come to me, little thing. Crawl to Daddy." "W-where do I put the belt?" I asked him, my voice shaky and soft. "Where it's supposed to go," he said, sweet and indulgent this time around. I hesitated before folding the belt and placing it in my mouth. I bit down on the heavy leather and crawled toward him slowly, swaying my ass from side to side as I did so. I was still in my school uniform, but my blouse was askew by then and my skirt rode up, exposing the creamy white of my butt. "That's a good girl," Maddox groaned, his hand

resting on his thigh, his fingers gently brushing against his cock. "Come to Daddy, little thing, come on. Slow, just like that. That's right." I reached him, placing my hands on his knees and standing up on my own to hand him the belt. He smiled at me, like he was proud of me or something. Then, he caressed the red waves of my hair and gently took the belt from my lips. I opened my mouth willingly and let him take it from me, even though I knew what would follow. "How do you think you're being punished today, little thing?" Maddox asked me, and I looked away. He took my chin in his hand and made me look back up at him. "Answer me, Cora." "I-I don't know..." I answered timidly. "Come on," he said. "I know you can do better than that." That familiar spark woke up inside me, the one I always felt when he was teasing me like this. He wanted me to be a little bit naughty? I was going to

show him just how good I could be at it. "Are you going to spank me?" I asked, fluttering my lashes. "Your belt on my ass, Daddy?" "Yes," he grunted. "Of course I am. What else, little thing? Tell me how Daddy should punish his little girl for misbehaving." "You're going to hurt me," I told him, getting into it now. "You're going to turn my ass blue, right, Daddy? And then you'll kiss it better?" "How will I make sure you stay still?" he asked me doubtfully, rubbing the stubble on his chin while he grinned at me. I gave him an innocent look, my eyes leaving his eyes and lingering on the tie around his neck. Maddox chuckled. "Oh, you naughty girl," he said. "Untie it, then." I got up and sat on his lap, my legs opened as wide as they could go. He groaned as I undid the tie around his throat and caressed his neck with my

fingertips, finally handing him the tie. I was dripping on his lap, and I knew he felt it, the wet spot on his leg growing as the seconds passed by. He lifted me off his lap and placed me on the desk in front of the classroom instead. "On your knees, ass up, face down," he told me. The light tone was gone from his voice now - he was all seriousness. I swallowed thickly, knowing what this meant. He really was going to punish me. I did as I was told, and a second later, I felt him tying my thighs together with his tie. He made sure it was really tight, and I felt like an object, which was probably what he wanted. "Tight enough?" he whispered in my ear, and I jumped, startled. "Too tight, Daddy," I whined, the tie already leaving its marks on my skin. "Good," he said, moving away.

Next thing I knew, he'd ripped my panties right off me. I gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to stuff them in my mouth. I felt humiliated, looking up at Maddox with wide, hurt eyes. But he looked so pleased it almost made me want this as much as he obviously did. "Keep those in," he told me sternly. "Gotta stop you from wailing like a broken little doll, don't we?" I nodded, looking up at him as he smoothed my hair away from my face. The panties in my mouth were damp and sweet tasting. He went back behind me and gently tapped my ass with his hand. I shivered from the promise of his touch, wanting so much more. Then, he laid the belt across my ass flat. I made a move to raise myself up, but he placed a hand on the small of my back and pushed me down gently, but sternly. "You're not going anywhere, Cora," he told me.

"We haven't even gotten fucking started." I mewled against the fabric in my mouth. He was building the anticipation, making me panic and want this so much at the same time. I didn't see the first slap of his belt across my ass coming. When the leather smacked me, I yelped and tried to scramble away, but Maddox held me firmly in place. My thighs were tied together anyway, I wouldn't be able to get very far. "Let's make sure you're really sorry," Maddox told me gently. "Before we really begin. Touch yourself for Daddy." Tentatively, I reached out with my right hand and slipped it between my legs. I sought out my clit and rubbed it gently. A few seconds were long enough to make me moan out loud, and Maddox chuckled at the sound. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked me sweetly, and I nodded. "Keep fucking going."

I rubbed it good, sending vibrations through my body. My eyes closed, but I yelped the next second as he hit me again. I moaned into the panties in my mouth. "Don't you dare fucking stop," Maddox ordered me roughly. "Keep going until I tell you you can stop." I did. He went fucking savage on my ass. He hit me with the belt, over and over again until I was squirming, crying out against the wet fabric in my mouth and begging him to go on in the same breath I used to curse him out. I could feel the bruises blooming all over my ass, and I'd never been more turned on in my life. I was so wet I could hear my own thighs rubbing together, slick with the juices of my pussy. "You're wet," Maddox groaned in my ear as another slap of the belt hit my tender ass. "You're fucking dripping for Daddy, Cora, aren't you?" He pulled the panties from my mouth and I cried out once my hole was finally free. I kept rubbing

my pussy as he rained down slap after slap on my ass. I felt myself getting close, getting ready to fucking explode from pure pleasure. Maddox leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Stop. Stop fucking touching yourself right the fuck now, little thing." I moaned, but my fingers slipped away from my clit nonetheless. "Good fucking girl," he told me, his voice full of pride. And then his fingers were on my ass, soothing the welts he'd put there a second ago. He rubbed them gently, and then his mouth joined in, kissing the marks that marred my skin. I blushed as he did it, feeling more vulnerable than I had before. His fingers were roaming my ass, and a second later, he was between my ass cheeks, gently sliding a finger on the sensitive area between my pussy and my asshole. "W-what are you doing?" I whispered, and he

smoothed my hair back gently. "Nothing you won't love," he promised me, but I still shivered as his finger outlined the puckered hole of my ass, gently pressing down on it. "Don't," I begged him. "Not in there, please..." "You don't want it?" he asked me, circling the hole again and again. That pressure was building up inside me again, and I was desperate to cum. I had a feeling I would, too, if only he pressed down a little harder. But at the same time, I was so afraid of it I could barely move, my legs stiff and still tied together, making me unable to move an inch. Maddox reached for me with his free hand, and I could feel him spreading me open. I gasped as he did it, feeling how exposed my asshole was. And then his finger was back at work, pressing gently on my hole and threatening to slip inside without a moment's notice.

He hesitated and I wriggled my ass at him. Then, I felt something wet dripping down my butt, and I realized he'd spit on me. "You want to cum?" he asked me, his voice dark and rough. "Please, Daddy," I begged him. "I'll do anything." With those words out of my mouth, he pushed the tip of his fingers inside me, the feeling so alien I cried out in shock and pain. "Shh, sweetheart," he said gently. "It's only a finger, it's not as bad as my whole cock, is it? You're going to have to take that soon, too, you know that, right?" I whimpered as he massaged his way inside me, his whole finger slipping into my desperate little hole and fucking me gently, but firmly. "You're going to cum for me," he told me. "When I tell you to."

"OKAY," I BREATHED, UNABLE TO HOLD BACK ANY longer. Soft moans and mewls escaped my lips as he worked my ass, fucking it gently and letting out squelching noises as his finger slipped in and out of me. I was getting close, the pressure building up inside me even though my ass was sore as hell. I wanted nothing more than to cum in that moment. "Now?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Not yet," he said, and I moaned again as his finger went deeper, fucking me so hard I thought I'd pass out. "Soon, I promise." He kept going, drilling my ass with his finger until I really thought I would pass out. He fucked me mercilessly and I cried out when he went too deep. He caressed my cheek and whispered an apology against my lips before kissing me, the ghost of his lips on mine lingering long after he'd pulled back. And then he went on even harder, so hard I thought I'd pass out from the pleasure and the embarrassing sounds I was making. I was so close i could taste

the orgasm, feel it in my center. And he still wouldn't let me cum. "Please," I begged him again. "Just let me fucking cum, Daddy, please..." "Will you take two fingers?" he asked me, his voice strained. "Yes," I promised. "Anything, anything Daddy wants." He groaned, and a second later, another finger joined the first one in my ass. I cried out as he fucked me, deeper and meaner this time. "I can't hold back," I cried out. "I can't, I have to cum, Daddy, please."

"DO IT," HE ORDERED ME. "FUCKING CUM, LITTLE thing." I moaned so loudly I was sure we'd get caught. My body shook and convulsed as the orgasm took over,

and I really thought I would pass out. For a moment, it felt like my soul had left its body, but I was back, all the pieces falling into place again as he pulled out his fingers. I collapsed on the desk and Maddox scooped me up in his arms, holding me close. "You've been a very good girl, Cora," he told me gently. "Thank you Daddy," I whispered back. He undid the tie around my thighs and I curled up against his chest. He let me rest like that for a few minutes. "We need to get back to class," he said regretfully, and I nodded. Carefully, he slipped me out of his arms and onto my shaky feet He was sweet, making sure I was alright every step of the way. I liked it a lot. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked, and I nodded.

I took the tie from his hands and Maddox grinned as I tied it for him. "Don't like the way I do it?" he asked me. "It's sloppy," I smiled, my naughty side coming out to play. "Your ass is going to hurt," he told me, gently pulling my skirt down over my bare butt. "I know." I grabbed my backpack and closed the button on my jacket to hide my ruined blouse. I gave him a sweet look over my shoulder before I left. "I hope it hurts good, Daddy. I like it when it does."

SEVENTEEN

Maddox

I

t felt like my throat had been dry since I met Cora, and I only felt like I was going to survive when I was with her.

It was a Saturday morning and I was sitting in my apartment, staring out of the damn window and imagining what my life would be like with her. Of all the fucking ridiculous, impossible things to be thinking about, I chose that. Something that could

never happen. You’re losing your mind, Maddox, I thought to myself, considering the possibility of cracking open a bottle of whiskey this early in the morning. It wasn’t like I was going to do anything else wise with my day, anyway. I stared at the closed cupboard door of my small home bar, one of the few things that I’d settled in the apartment as most of my life was still in cardboard boxes. The closed door didn’t provide any more answers than I currently had, but it sure felt like I could maybe find a couple more problems if I poured myself a finger of whiskey. With a dejected sigh, I stood up, walking to the cupboard. I threw the door open and looked at my options quietly. 25 years, 30 years… all I had left were the really good bottles. But I had a really big existential crisis going on, so I guess it was now or never. I’d been saving those bottles for a special

occasion, and I guess this constituted one. Picking the most expensive option I had, I twirled the bottle in my hands, picking a tumbler as sort of an afterthought. It wasn’t the kind of alcohol to drink straight from the bottle, but I was past proper manners at that point. With a woman on my mind that I couldn’t, shouldn’t, and mustn’t want, it was hard to keep my thoughts straight. Increasingly crazy things seemed to make sense to me. Like packing a bag, telling her to meet me in the middle of the night, and then hightailing it out of that dead-end town, shrouded in darkness. Or reporting her father to the police for obvious abuse. Though I knew full well that he’d be off the hook by the time I was done making the call. Cora was too afraid of him to testify, and even if she wasn’t, he had friends in the police department and I had no solid evidence against him. Considering I was the man currently fucking his barely legal daughter, there was at least as much to

lose as there was to gain. I slouched back on the couch, uncorcking the bottle. Taking a whiff of the whiskey, I had to snap my head away. It was strong. Good. Just what I needed. I poured two fingers in the glass and swished it around, finding myself unable to bring it to my lips. Maybe it was that I was bitter enough already that adding alcohol to it suddenly just felt like adding insult to injury. Maybe it was something else, I don’t know, but I sat at least a half an hour with that damn glass in my hands, staring into the brownish-red liquid without it revealing any great secrets to me. Moral quandaries were not something that I was used to. I didn’t suffer from them, as a rule. I knew what I wanted in life, always, and I went for it. In a manner of speaking, I’d done the same with Cora, but my intentions went far beyond just wanting to get what was mine this time.

I’d done it, in the beginning at least, as much because it promised a golden ticket out of all of the bullshit that had been following me for the last year, as I had because Cora had made my heart beat twice as fast the first time I saw a picture of her. Since meeting her in person, the rest of the reasons seemed to fade away and all I could really think about was Cora herself. How fucking perfect she was. Innocent and damaged at the same time, but so strong, persevering through it all. Naughty and nice, like she was put on this earth to make me question what I’d been doing with my time for so long. Nothing like Serena, I thought with a scoff. That was what made me finally take a gulp of whiskey. It burned as it went down, but nowhere as bitterly as the thought of that woman did. I pulled a hand through my hair before leaning back, shaking my head. I’d been doing that a lot since meeting her.

I’m not a good man, not by a long shot, but I always had my morals. I liked my women young. Ironically enough, the first relationship I was ever in was with a woman twice my age. I guess that’s what did it – I saw in her the kind of vitality and zest for life she gained from being around me when I was seventeen at best, and I wanted it too. For years, I didn’t admit it to myself, or maybe even understand. I dated older women, until I was too old for them. And then I started fucking women too young for me. The thought of having a real relationship had never crossed my mind. I liked corrupting them, showing them all the dirty things they could love if they only let themselves. And then I got bored and moved on. The same pattern followed me as I changed jobs, moving across country. I became a regular at a BDSM club in the college town I lived in, domming often and well. I knew that a few of the women I’d fucked there were students on the same campus I taught at, but there was an anonymity clause in place. It worked out well, for a long time.

Until it didn’t anymore. Serena was a student of mine. She was bright, bubbly, vivacious, everything I liked. But she was also in my class, and that was where I’d drawn the line while living in that town. I’m not saying that it was me rising above, no. I’d definitely fucked students of mine before, but it always came with more trouble than it was worth, so I’d decided I wouldn’t anymore. I recognized her at the club when she was trying to get close to me, and I rejected her. She didn’t take no for an answer, showing up in my lecture hall on a weekend, while I was grading tests, in lingerie and a trench coat, practically serving herself up on a platter. And I said no again. After that, I only had to wait until Monday for the shit to hit the fan. Serena accused me of raping her. She found students who had gone to the club and seen me domming there, and had them testify that I

was some sort of a sexual fucking deviant. Well, I was. No point in denying that. But I hadn’t laid a finger on Serena. She didn’t get a rape kit, mostly because there was nothing to test, but I got fired regardless. And then the lawsuits came. She sued me for everything she could think of, her daddy’s pockets being heavy with cash, and her pride being hurt enough to warrant it. Maybe she was saving face, or maybe she was just vindictive, but the end result was the same – I was unhirable. That made me take another gulp of whiskey, and reach for the bottle again. It was noon on a fucking Saturday, and I was drinking alone. I wasn’t going to pretend that it was the first time it had happened in the last year, but it didn’t exactly make me proud of myself. The only reason I got the job in Cora’s high school was because of my ‘benefactor’. He’d vouched for me personally, or maybe bribed someone, but I’d

gotten the job. A job that was like taking ten steps back in my career, but then again it wasn’t like there was much left of my so called career to begin with. The deal itself had been an easy one to make. Fuck a young woman I would have likely gone for anyway, had we met at a club or outside of a classroom setting. Make her fail her classes. Make her completely dependent on a strong, masculine figure. And then leave her, shattering her in tiny little pieces. I’d fucked her, alright. In fact, the only thing I wanted to do most of the time was to make Cora cum and scream my name. But I hadn’t held up the rest of the bargain and I found myself less willing by the day to do it. The simple truth was, she was too fucking good to ruin what chance of a better future she had. I’d fucked up my own life, so while the thought of doing the same thing to someone else had at first seemed appealing, it now stuck to me like mud that

I couldn’t wash off. I didn’t want to do it, and I’d been avoiding admitting that I’d taken her virginity to my ‘employer’ for weeks now, while secretly searching out every situation I could to get closer to her. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She was a drug I couldn’t, and didn’t want to quit. But I could only deflect for so long. Sooner or later, we’d be found out, whether because my ‘employer’ knew me too well, or because she told someone, or something third entirely. And then it would be all over, and I wouldn’t be the only one in this equation without a future. I tossed the glass on the table, sending it nearly falling over the opposite edge. I’d lost my appetite for the alcohol. Frustration raged inside of me. Not only had I put myself in an impossible situation, but I’d dragged Cora down with me. My hands rolled into fists. I needed to punch something, to scream… but what good would that

do? I was getting up off the couch to grab my car keys and go for a drive just as I heard a beeping from somewhere in the apartment. It was my second line, the one I kept just to talk to my ‘employer’. “Shit,” I murmured, finding the phone in the kitchen. I unlocked it and the message that stared back at me made my blood run cold. ‘I know you’ve been lying to me.’ Cora, I thought. I knew immediately she was in trouble. Grabbing my jacket, I threw on a pair of boots and ran out of the door, not even unlocking it behind me. I had to get to her as fast as possible. The way my gut twisted and my heart constricted in my chest, I was sure that I didn’t have a minute to spare. I blazed through the town, running every traffic light and narrowly missing crashing a couple of

times. When her house came into view, my knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. I just had to hope I wasn’t too late. I ran out of the car and just as I got to the front door, it was thrown open in front of me. Cora ran past me, her face red with tears, wearing only a tshirt and a pair of pink panties. Panties that I’d taken off of her once. “Cora,” I hissed, trying to grab her as she went by. “What’s going on?” “N-nothing,” she stammered, covering her face with her hands for a moment. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?” “I’m here because I have to be here,” I told her, resolve building in me. I knew what I had to do now. Damn the consequences. “CORA!” Alexander howled, running down the stairs.

It was time to face the fucking music.

EIGHTEEN

Cora

A

fter Maddox dropped me off at home, I knew there was going to be trouble. I just had to make sure Alexander didn't catch me sneaking back into the house. I tiptoed to the front door and unlocked it as quietly as I possibly could. I slipped my sneakers off in front of the door and walked inside without making a sound. The lights were on, but I didn't see a sign

of him anywhere. But I was too nervous to breathe that badly needed gasp of relief. Instead, I snuck up the stairs, carefully watching out for the noise my steps might make on the stairs. I avoided the ones that creaked and made sure to take them two at a time, so I could be upstairs as soon as possible. There was no way I could've faced him again that night. As soon as I was in my room, the door closed behind me, I dropped on my bed on my back. The oppressive colors of my bedroom were comforting this time around, and I clutched my favorite ragged teddy bear to my chest as I took a deep breath. The evening I'd spent with Maddox had been different than usual. He'd barely touched me, and for some reason, I didn't mind it this time around. I enjoyed his company, and I was sorry when he finally dropped me off at home. I wanted to spend so much more time with him, find out so many more things. I hoped there would

be a chance to do that soon. My mind wandered back to what he'd told me when he saw my pussy. He wanted me to be shaved. His words had made me blush at the time, but now my hands itched to take that razor in the bathroom and shave off the red tendrils on my pussy. I wanted to do it, right then and there. For him. It seemed worth the extra bit of danger, of getting possibly caught by Alexander. A little smile played on my face as I snuck out of my room. I made sure to check that the coast was clear before heading into the bathroom. The lock broke a few weeks ago, but I was sure Alexander was either out or sound asleep in the master bedroom. Not that he'd ever walked in on me before, but... I just felt uncomfortable knowing the door was unlocked when he was in the house. I didn't even know why.

I stripped my clothes off, shrugging my skirt down my hips and unbuttoning the blouse that went with my school uniform. All of it ended up in a heap on the floor, and I glanced at my reflection in the fulllength mirror in the bathroom. I looked flushed, my cheeks burning with excitement and my eyes glowing with intent. I smiled at my own reflection and got in the shower. The water sprayed me with its usual ice-cold stream, and I let out a soft yelp of surprise. I covered my mouth, cursing myself mentally for being too loud. If Alexander was at home, he heard that for sure. I waited with bated breath to see if he'd come in search of me. A minute passed and the water turned from freezing to warm. He wasn't coming, and I could finally relax. I let the stream from the showerhead wash away the worries of the day, eyes on the razor in the shower caddy. I brushed a hand across the wet

curls on my pussy and bit my bottom lip. I was really going to do it... just to please a man I barely knew. But I felt a connection to him, as if there were strings tying us together. I wondered if he felt the same way. I lathered my body with soap, the bar slick and slippery between my fingers. Really, I was just trying to prolong the moment before I had to reach for the razor and shave away the last remains of myself as a young girl. I inhaled the strawberry-scented body wash and blew on the suds on my body. I was nervous, really nervous, for some reason. It felt so naughty, so forbidden. Finally, I couldn't stretch out what I was supposed to do any longer. I reached for the razor and spread my legs wide. Tentatively, I placed the razor on my pussy and dragged it upwards, my hands shaking badly as it slid across my skin. It didn't feel bad. If anything, it was almost...

erotic. The way it slid across my skin, my hairs falling off onto the shower floor. I kept going, carefully opening my pussy up for the razor to glide over my wet skin. I didn't miss a single spot, moving the razor across every hidden inch until my pussy was smoother than it had ever been. I set aside the razor and reached between my legs tentatively, my fingers slippery from the suds and gliding pleasantly across inch after bare inch. It felt good, and it felt dirty at the same time. A small smile was playing on my lips as I thought of what I had done. For some reason, I had thought having no hair there would make me feel even younger, but it was the exact opposite. I felt grownup all of a sudden, and I felt sexy. I grinned to myself as I bent down to clean the shower. I made sure to scrub away every shred of evidence of what I'd done. Then, I grabbed the razor just to make sure no one would know, and stepped out of the shower and onto the mat in front of it, my body glistening with wetness and my

pussy smooth for the first time. That was when the door of the bathroom flew open. I looked up with absolute horror, and it seemed as if the whole world stood still in that moment. Alexander was standing in the doorframe, his eyes bleary and red-rimmed as he stared me down. He was still wearing the clothes from before, but they were now crumpled and messy. He glanced at my eyes first, but then his gaze slid down my body. I was too shocked to cover up for a second, I just froze on the spot. I could feel his eyes drinking me in, taking in my full tits and my curvy hips. Then, they went between my legs. I pressed my thighs together and tried to cover myself up, too stunned and too scared to so much as make a sound. Alexander's eyes went to my hand and focused on the razor I was still holding. I tried to hide it in the palm of my hand, painfully closing it in a fist and making the razor cut me

deep. I could feel the trickle of blood down fingers. "What the fuck are you doing?" Alexander asked me. His voice was so calm it scared me, but he was slurring his words. A fear so intense I'd never felt anything like it ran in a shiver down my spine. "N-nothing," I whispered. I wanted to tell him to get out. To leave me alone. To stop looking at me like I was a meal he was having for fucking dinner. "Please, can you leave?" "Leave?" he roared, approaching me so fast it felt like he'd covered the distance in an instant. He made a lunge for me and I ducked out of the way, a gasp leaving my lips as I tried to get away from him. "Don't you fucking dare run away from me, Cora," he yelled, and my whole body shook with fear when he made another grab for me. This time around, his fingers wrapped around my

forearm and he yanked me toward him, his eyes blazing with anger and mine with fear. "Please," I begged. "Please don't hurt me, I haven't done anything wrong." He forcibly opened my hand and took the razor from it, disregarding the blood that was now dribbling down my fingers and onto the floor tiles. I'd never felt more embarrassed. Hot tears of humiliation pricked my eyes and I stubbornly tried to blink them away without too much effect. "You haven't done anything wrong?" Alexander said angrily. "You fucking shaved your cunt, you horny little bitch." I couldn't stop the tears anymore and they fell from my eyes, burning my cheeks, which were already flaming up with embarrassment. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted Maddox to come and get me, save me from this nightmare. But I was all alone, and Alexander was not about to let me go.

He pulled me closer by my arm and I yelped in pain. "You're hurting me!" I cried out, but he was too blinded by rage to notice or care. "Please, Alexander!" "What the fuck did you just call me?" he hissed at me and my face blanched. Surely he couldn't be serious. "I'm sorry," I moaned, my arm stinging bad as his fingernails dug into my tender skin. "Please, I'm sorry! Just let me go!" "Call me by the right name," he yelled. I was so scared of him I was feeling queasy. "I'm sorry, dad, I'm sorry!" I begged, really sobbing now. I knew I was a mess, crying and begging and sobbing loudly as he dragged me to the sink and dropped the razor in it. "Not dad," he demanded. "It's not dad, what did

you call me when you were younger, you stupid fucking whore?" "Daddy!" I cried out. "Daddy. Please, just let me go." Finally, he tore his hand away from my arm and I cried in relief as he pulled away from me. I was sobbing hard when he took a step back, taking a disgusted look at my naked body. It had felt so wrong, calling him that. Nothing like it did with Maddox. It felt dirty, and disgusting, and strange. And not the good kind of dirty. "Clean yourself up," he told me, the disgust plain in his voice. I grabbed a towel off the rail and covered up my nakedness, feeling revolting under his watchful eyes. I wanted to beg him to leave but knew it wouldn't serve a purpose. He would just try to hurt me again or scream at me again. He'd leave on his own terms.

I needed him to think he was still in control of me. It was the only way I could get rid of him. "I'm sorry," I said pathetically. "I'm sorry." "You should be," he said, coming up to me. He grabbed my face by the cheeks and made me look at him. "Look into my eyes, whore." I shook, too scared to lift my gaze off the floor. He slapped me then, really slapped me, his palm connecting with my cheek and making my head ring like an alarm. "I said look at me!" I raised my eyes to his fearfully, trembling as his eyes focused on mine. I didn't even know if he was drunk anymore, but he was definitely angry as hell, and he wanted to hurt me. His eyes were storming, and his grip was hard and relentless. And then he spit into my face and I cried out as he let me go, tumbling backwards.

"Clean yourself up, filthy bitch," he told me. He gave me a patronizing look as I picked myself up from the floor, smearing blood all over the towel I'd grabbed. Then he left the room, slamming the door behind him and making the frosted window rattle. I picked myself up slowly, piece by piece. I wiped his spit from my face with a towel and cleaned my hand in the sink. The cut wasn't too deep, but it was long and blood was still running down my forearm. Since I'd ruined the towel anyway, I wrapped it around my hand tightly to stop it from bleeding all over the place. I washed my face with some cold water and gave my reflection a hard look. This was the last time I'd let him get to me. A long time ago, I promised myself I'd be gone the first time he hit me. I hadn't, but I could stop failing myself soon.

It was time to live up to that promise. I needed to get out of the house, and fast. And I needed to plan it well, make sure he didn't see it coming. The thought of just calling Maddox crossed my mind, but I decided against it. I might have been his little thing, but I wanted to grow up for him. And to do that, I would have to be able to handle some of my own problems. If Alexander thought this was over, he was wrong. I would never be his obedient pet again.

NINETEEN

Maddox

I

waited. It was torture, hell, and sweet bliss all rolled into one. For more than a week, I barely recognized the fact that Cora Lockhart existed. It was for both our sakes. I needed the time to clear my head, and she definitely needed it to try and figure out what she really wanted. I knew well enough that had I gone to her the day

after I took her to my home, she would be putty in my hands, melting against my touch. But contrary to what I had thought before, that wasn’t what I wanted. No, I wanted her to make up her own mind. I wanted her to know that she wanted me, that she needed me, not just sense it. Every day, she was in my class, and every day I treated her just like any other student. I threw back her bullshit, and commended her for any clever insights she had, but no more or less than anyone else. I didn’t come to my classroom for lunch, I didn’t seek out chances for us to be together. And I ignored her texts. She started making good use of the phone number on the second day of minimum contact from me. First she pretended to ask about school assignments, which I told her to discuss with her classmates. Then, she started asking me about how my day was going. I didn’t respond. Then, she asked me if I wanted to know about her

day. Or what she was wearing. Or whether I was curious if she had shaved herself for me yet. I didn’t give her a single thing for that either, not a word, not a fucking winky emoticon, nothing. And then the pictures came. First of her fully clothed, maybe just showing me her milky thighs, with the school skirt riding a little too high over them. Or her bending forward slightly, with captions asking about whether or not I missed her. Of course I fucking did. Then, the shirt came off. And the skirt slipped down her hips. It was a picture of her in one of her too-small bras, one hand over pink panties, on her pink sheets in her bubblegum room that finally got me. ‘Daddy, I need you.’ She could have just nailed me to the post right then and there because she must have known I was a man without a future at that point. The picture came the evening before a Friday and it took every little

shred of self-control to keep me from getting in the fucking car and going to pick her up right then and there and giving her what she’d been asking for so insistently. If there had been any thought that she didn’t want exactly what I was offering, she’d gone above and beyond that week to prove to me that she did. Short of offering herself up on a platter, she’d done everything she could to tell me that she wanted me, needed me… And I still hadn’t acted on it. Fucking hell, I swore I could still taste her on my lips from that first night in her room, when I glided my fingertips over her pussy lips, when I curled them over her clit and then tasted her sweet, virgin taste. She was the ripest, sweetest fruit I could imagine and I couldn’t wait to bite in. So why hadn’t I? I wasn’t the only one wondering that. My ‘employer’ had been incessant with his calls, hitting me up about once every other day, asking if

I’d made any progress. I kept deflecting, saying that these things took time, that he wanted her to be ‘just right’ when I was done with her. In all honesty, that was exactly why I didn’t want to fuck her. Because when I did, that might mean it would be all over. I’d pack my things again, though I’d never really unpacked, get back in my sedan and get out of this town. Within a few months, I’d be back at a prestigious school, teaching about things that really interested me. Getting back to my real life. A life that didn’t seem half as inviting anymore. I took one more look at the picture Cora had texted me. With a frustrated groan, I typed a response for her and then tossed the cellphone on the couch, as far from me as I could get it. The text read ‘Be in class tomorrow.’ Not that she’d ever miss one. It was the last period on a Friday when Cora

walked into the classroom, a nervous expression on her face. There were still a few minutes left until the bell, and I kept at my work, grading some essays from the class before hers without acknowledging her presence. She was the only person other than me in the classroom at the moment. Tentatively, she took her seat and stacked her books and notebook on the table. When she was done, she folded her hands on her lap and waited, sitting ramrod straight. Every now and then, she would glance at the clock hanging above the door, waiting for the bell to ring and class to start. When it did, it was still just me and her in the room. I stood up without a word and strode to the door, pulling it closed as the commotion of kids rushing to their classes started dying out in the hallways. I flipped the lock on the door and then walked back to my desk. I had cancelled class for everyone but her. It felt fitting, being alone with her in this room again.

Hell, it felt like there was no one around every time we shared the same space anyway. “Cora, we’re going to have a special class today,” I told her, leaning against the solid table, my cock throbbing in my pants already. “Okay,” she said, cocking a brow at me. “Just… me and you?” I nodded. “Yes, Cora, just you and I. Get out of your chair. Stand up for me.” She scrambled to her feet so fast that she almost kicked over the chair. That blush I’d come to expect and appreciate flushed on her cheeks as she smoothed back her hair from her face, glancing down at her shoes and then up at me again. “Take your jacket off. And your shirt.” A nervous smile lit up her face as she did as I asked, shrugging off the jacket and then pulling off the shirt. I’d expected questions – where is

everyone, or are you sure we should be doing this here – but I got nothing of the sort. I guess she wanted this more than I even thought she did. I bit the inside of my mouth as I caught my first glimpse of her pale skin, the generous curve of her tits, confined by a lacy bra, and the way she was trying to suck in her stomach. She was perfect, it was nonsense that she was nervous about how she looked, but I’d let her know that soon enough. “You shouldn’t have been texting me like that, Cora,” I started, a stern expression plastered to my face. “It’s inappropriate. I’m your teacher, not your friend. Do you understand that?” The expectation and eager glee on her face faded away slightly, replaced by a worried frown. She tried to cross her arms over her chest but I tsked as she moved to do so, making her keep her arms down by her sides. “Answer me, Cora.” “Yes… Daddy,” she said, and I could barely hold

back the groan. She knew exactly how to fucking play me, the little minx. I reached for a metal ruler behind me on the desk, and ran it through my palm thoughtfully. Then, I smacked it into my palm once, twice. The swish and the sickening splat of it against my skin made her jump a little. “That’s not what good girls do. And do you know what happens to good girls when they misbehave?” “They get… punished?” she asked, a mischievous spark coming to life in her eyes now. Of course she was fucking turned on by this. I would have expected nothing less from her. I spotted her clenching her thighs now, her breath coming in faster, fluttery bursts. “That’s correct, Cora. They get punished. Do you want a chance to make it up to me?” “Yes, please, Daddy,” she said eagerly, smiling slightly now. “What can I do so you won’t be…

angry with me?” I set the ruler down and stood up straight. I shrugged off my jacket and folded it neatly on the table. Then, I undid my belt and the zipper on my suit pants. Her hungry, greedy little eyes followed every motion. When I pushed down the front of my boxers to reveal my fully rigid, thick, long cock, she let out what could only be described as a mewl. I curled my hand around the shaft, keeping my eyes on her, and pumped it a few times, slowly. Cora’s mouth fell agape as she stared at my cock, transfixed, like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. I swear, she forgot to fucking breathe for a moment there. My greedy, hungry little thing. A bead of precum glistened on the head, cut and wide. “Clean it up for Daddy,” I told her. She stepped forward and without looking up at me, sunk to her knees in front of me. A part of me had

half-expected her to grab her clothes and run, but she was full of surprises, most of all with her eagerness to be corrupted. She balled her hands in her lap, her face close to my cock, and my balls constricted at the mere thought of her mouth around me, sucking me dry. She glanced up at me, her green eyes shimmering with gratitude, and kept eye contact as she poked out her pink tongue and lapped over the head the first time. I sucked in a breath as I saw the precum disappear in her mouth, a tiny bit smearing her tongue. She closed her eyes in bliss as she tasted me, and then she opened her mouth wider and sucked my head in. “Shit, Cora,” I groaned as her hands went to my thighs, her fingers digging in as she stretched her mouth to fit my huge cock. “That’s it, show me how fucking sorry you are, little thing.” It was a farce, we both knew it, but we were more

than glad to participate. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and she moaned into me, sending a shudder running through my body. So eager, so willing, and so mine. “You’re a filthy little cocksucker for your first time,” I growled as she started bobbing up and down, no longer satisfied with just tasting me on her tongue. “Is this how you want it all the time, Cora? Dirty, disgusting, on your knees for me?” She looked up at me, her eyes hazy as she sucked on me hungrily. I doubted she heard half of what I said, but she couldn’t have turned me on more if she tried. My fingers tightened in her red mane and I thrust my hips forward slowly, pushing myself past her mouth and into her throat. I was barely halfway in her and I wanted to feed her my full fucking length, give her a lasting taste of what it felt to be facefucked by a real man, by a real cock, so she’d never want or be satisfied by another.

She gagged slightly, but kept it together as I pulled back. Then, I pushed in deeper, and she squealed, her fingers digging into my thighs. But she took it, and asked for more. So I gave her more. Every time I thrust in deeper, she gagged around me, making me desperate to cum in her throat and keeping me at the edge every fucking time. She didn’t even know how fucking hot she was, in my classroom, on her knees for me, sucking her first cock. Her lips were stretched around my shaft and there were tears trickling down her cheeks, marring her black mascara. Instead of pushing away from me, she kept shoving herself closer to me, her body leaning against my legs as I fucked her mouth. She was so soft, so warm, her lips tightening around me and her tongue swirling along the bottom of my cock whenever she could. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I growled, bucking my hips faster and faster. “That’s what I want. You on your fucking knees for me, taking me just like I ask you

to.” The words were a muddled mess but they kept pouring over my lips. Saliva trickled down the sides of her mouth and she kept looking up at me even as she gagged and sputtered like I was the answer to all her prayers and all her worries. And I wanted to be. More than anything, I wanted to be exactly the kind of man that this woman needed me to be. Protective, strong, there for her in every fucking way, not just the person to get her off. “Fuck, Cora,” I hissed as she sucked harder, though she was gagging at the same time. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum and I’m going to need you to drink up every drop. Every. Last. Drop. You understand that, little thing?” I asked, my balls so tight I thought I was going to explode. She did her best impression of a nod, and I lost it. I pounded myself into her sweet mouth, not giving a

shit about whether or not she could handle it. I wanted to see that seed dribble down her chin and dirty up her white bra, I wanted her to be filthy for me. When I came with a growl, I shot a massive load down her throat and she gagged on the thick, sticky cum immediately. She tried to keep it down but couldn’t, half of it dribbling over her lips and down her chin and neck. Thick, white globs of cum dotted her skin while my cock was still down her throat and she was desperately trying to clean me up as best as she could. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she pleaded as I pulled out and she caught her breath, her tongue still darting over her lips to get more of me in her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. There was just so much of it…” My muscles were rigid and it was a fucking chore trying to stand up. Wordlessly, I tucked my cock back in my boxers and did up my pants as Cora remained on her knees, looking up at me with

worry. The cum looked so good on her. I reached down and hooked my hands under her armpits, dragging her up on her feet. She yelped as I twirled her around and pushed her over the cool surface of my desk. With one hand, I pulled up her skirt around her hips and with the other, I grabbed the metal ruler from the table. “I gave you one chance to make it up to me, Cora,” I said. “And you failed me. Now, you need to be punished. Do you understand that?” “Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, shivering all over as I yanked down her white underwear. The lacy fabric stuck to her pussy, soaked through. The scent of her need hit me in the nose like an aphrodisiac. Her pussy lips were swollen and she was so wet that her thighs glistened. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen. I put one hand on her neck, keeping her down though she wasn’t struggling at all, and raised the ruler into the air with my other.

“You’re going to have to be taught a lesson, Cora. That’s why I’m here, to teach you about right and wrong, good and bad. You’ll learn and remember this, won’t you, sweetheart?” She nodded way too fucking eagerly. I was about to lay down the first hit when I thought better of it. I let go of her for a moment, just long enough to rip the panties from around her legs, tearing the seams, and shoved them in her mouth. “That’s how you taste, little thing. That’s how fucking wet you are for me,” I told her as her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. “Keep it right where it is.” My hand went back to her neck and I spanked her. Once, twice, three times. Red marks appeared on her lily white ass and she jerked like a fish out of water every time, screaming into her panties. Her fingers clutched the edges of the table tightly, but she still didn’t fight against my hold. So I spanked her again. And again, and again. Every line that appeared on her skin marked her as mine, forever.

When the tenth and final one hit her ass, her face was red with tears and she was sobbing into the panties. I pulled the underwear from her mouth and she gasped for air, looking at me with hurt eyes. “If you want, I’ll let you go right now. But that means I won’t ever teach you another lesson, Cora. It’s your choice,” I said, my heart thrumming a mile a minute in my chest as I let go of her neck. She didn’t budge. A few ragged breaths later, she shook her head, biting her lower lip. “No, Daddy. I did wrong, you need to punish me. Teach me, Daddy. Teach me, Daddy, please!” That was exactly what I wanted to hear. And exactly what she shouldn’t have said. She cursed us both with those words, and I found myself more than happy to go to hell with her. I dropped the ruler and stepped behind her. I yanked her backwards slightly, making her yelp, before I dropped down on my knees. Roughly, I spread her thighs and buried my face in her pussy

from behind. My tongue darted to taste her wetness and the moan that followed from her was the sweetest thank you she could give me. I lost myself in her. My hands kept her thighs apart for me as I licked and sucked at her cunt, shoving my tongue into her slit time and time again. Every time my tongue ran over her, she shuddered and moaned, until she was little more than a writhing mess that I had to keep on the table with pure strength. “Oh my god, Daddy!” she squealed, her voice ragged. “I can’t take it.” “You’re going to have to,” I told her, pulling back from her pussy for just a moment. “Are you going to cum for Daddy? Are you going to cum for me like a good girl? “Yes, please, Daddy! Please let me cum!” she moaned, and it was music to my ears. I spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue down the length of her crack, gliding it over her asshole

before moving down to her slit again. I sucked her clit into my mouth, shoving my face into her pussy and not caring about how I was getting smeared by her juices. She had done everything I’d asked of her, everything she could, and the lesson I wanted her to learn was that she was going to get everything and more that she ever wanted. I wanted to be the first man to make her cum. I wanted to be her first in every way. My stubble scratched at her lips but it only seemed to turn her on more. She began bucking her hips back into me with the rhythm of my tongue forcing into her slit and her moans turned into squeals. The bell rang just as she came, screaming her head off, the sound lost in the trample of feet outside the door. I held her in place as she rode the high of her orgasm, loving every whimper, buck and writhe. When she came down from the high, she collapsed on the flat surface of the desk, breathing heavily. I let go of her and stood up, straightening my tie and

licking my lips. Casually, I picked up her shirt and jacket, and smoothed down her skirt over her ass. I wiped my mouth and face in her shirt and placed it in a pile with her jacket on the desk. Mine had fallen to the floor during our little… lecture. Peeling her off the desk carefully, I helped her stand and dressed her. I pulled the shirt over her head and then made her put on the jacket, guiding her arms in. Cora could barely stand, her thighs shaking and her knees wanting to buckle. I smoothed back her hair and wiped a glob of halfdried cum off her chin with my thumb, bringing it into her mouth without question, making us both moan. “Good girl,” I told her, laying a kiss on her forehead. She was my good girl. And I wasn’t sure if I could live without her anymore after that.

TWENTY

Cora

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y ass was sore.

I had no idea a spanking could hurt this bad. I winced every time I sat down, every time someone brushed against me in the hallway. But nonetheless, remembering how I'd gotten those marks made me smile, and I wore them with pride. I was so proud, in fact, I wanted to tell the world

what my Daddy had done to me. But I knew I had to keep quiet, be a good girl for Maddox. I wasn't going to piss him off again, even though I craved his punishments. I knew that if anyone found out, it might be the end of us. I needed it to last, whatever 'it' was. It was keeping me sane. School had been going well for the past few days, and I made it home relatively fast after class. I hadn't seen Maddox that day, and I hadn't seen much of Alexander either. I avoided him as much as I could, keeping to myself and hoping he'd leave me be. So far, so good - he barely looked at me when I saw him at home, and he made no effort whatsoever to speak to me. He was probably freezing me out for being bad - not that I cared. I would've rather had him ignore me for the rest of my life than unleash his rage on me again. I was making myself some dinner when he came into the kitchen.

"Poker night tonight, remember," he told me coolly, and I gave him a blank stare. I'd been living inside of my head and managed to completely forget about his weekly game. I nodded without saying a word. "Fix me up some dinner as well," he told me and disappeared from the room. My lips were set in a thin line as I prepared some roasted chicken breast and a side salad. I laid out two dinner plates on the table, dreading every moment I'd be forced to spend in Alexander's company. He came in a minute later, and we sat down to the most uncomfortable meal of my life. He kept staring at me while we ate, and I did my best to ignore him. I could feel his eyes on me though, watching me as careful as a hawk. But I had bigger problems. My ass hurt really bad every time I sat down, and I fidgeted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable spot. I just wanted this to be over so I could go

upstairs and lie down in my plush pink bed. Maybe text Maddox, too... I'd been doing a lot of that lately. The thought alone made me blush with anticipation. "Why are you sitting like that?" Alexander barked at me, and I jumped at the sound of his voice. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice soft and tentative. I didn't trust him. Not after what had happened in the bathroom the other day. "You're sitting weird, Cora," he bit out. "Are you really that stupid that I have to spell it the fuck out for you?" "I'm sorry," I muttered. "I'm just tired." I shifted uncomfortably again and tried to rush and eat up the rest of my salad. But I'd lost my appetite. I knew Alexander wouldn't let me leave until I finished my meal, and I toyed with the lettuce leaves on my plate, feeling his hot gaze on me. "You don't look fucking tired to me," he told me,

and I blushed. "Tell me why you're sitting like that." "I don't know," I said. I sure as hell felt tired, with him questioning my every word like that. "Maybe my butt is a little sore from sitting down all day at school." I giggled, an innocent enough sound. Right away I worried I'd be in trouble again, and I looked at Alexander across the table fearfully. He wasn't looking at me anymore, but instead focusing on his meal. He looked pleased for some reason, but I knew better than to question him. He'd only snap at me again - I would have rather stayed quiet and let him be, if it meant he'd do the same thing for me. He glanced at me again, and I looked away. "Go up to your room," he ordered me, his voice surprisingly gentle this time around. "Be back to answer the door and let everyone in."

"Okay." I got up from the chair so fast I nearly fell with it, and it made him stare me down again. "Don't be so fucking clumsy, Cora," he grumbled. "Okay, I'm sorry," I said, and then, before I could stop myself, another question slipped from my lips. "Who is coming to the poker night?" Alexander gave me a long look that felt too deep for comfort. I could swear he knew something, knew what was going on between Maddox and me. But then the moment was over and he just shrugged like nothing had happened. "The usual," he told me, his voice bored. And I knew that was the end of it, so I scrambled up to my room, my hands shaking as I closed the bedroom door behind me. I walked to my dressing table and combed through my hair. I didn't know if Maddox was coming for poker night, but I wanted to look pretty just in case. He'd been keeping his distance, making sure to never be caught talking to me.

He never even replied to any of my texts, but I saw that he was reading them. And sometimes, in class, I would catch him staring at me, his eyes following my fingers holding a pen or focusing on my gaze. He wouldn't ignore me for too long, that was for sure. I busied myself by reading some of the material for class the next day when the doorbell rang. Alexander shouted at me from downstairs and I got up from my bed, smoothing down my clothes before going for the front door. Perhaps tonight was the night Maddox would touch me again... I practically skipped down the stairs and opened the door wide. My face fell when I saw who it was. "Hey, sweet cheeks," Randy grinned at me lewdly before shoving me aside to walk into the room. "Alex! I brought beer." Alexander rounded the corner and I did my best to hide my disappointment and become a part of the

wallpaper. I sure as hell didn't want them to notice me. I just wanted to be invisible when Alexander's friends were over, especially Randy. He always acted so strange around me. "I'm just going to go upstairs," I said softly to no one in particular, and snuck up the stairs before Alexander could stop me. He was too involved with talking to his friend anyway, he didn't give a damn whether I stayed or left. Things were still tense between us, though, and I didn't need another opportunity to piss him off. For the next hour or so, I kept letting in people until there were six of them in total. I was just about to go back upstairs to my room after letting in the last person when Alexander called out my name. I didn't want to, but I crept into the kitchen anyway, lingering next to the doorframe. "Yes?" I asked, and six pairs of eyes turned to stare at me.

I always felt so damn uncomfortable around them. Their eyes drinking me in, watching me as I fidgeted before coming inside. "Get us some beers," Alexander told me, clearing his throat. "You did put them in the cooler, right?" "Yeah," I replied softly. I knew better than to forget about that. The last time I did, he called me a stupid cunt in front of all his friends, sending me upstairs in tears. I really was too sensitive for my own good. I picked up six beers from the cooler, thankful that it was stored around the corner this time and I could hide from their hungry looks. I brought them back to the kitchen and gave each of the guys a bottle, standing next to the table uselessly. "Do you mind if I go upstairs now?" I asked. "I have some homework I really need to do." "Maybe if you ask nicely," Randy grunted, and everyone laughed.

I fidgeted on the spot, unsure of what else to say. I just wanted to get away from them all, now that it was obvious Maddox wasn't coming. I was upset and disappointed he hadn't showed up, and I wanted to do some homework and go to bed early instead. "Well?" Alexander roared. "Are you gonna be a good fucking girl or not?" "May I please go upstairs?" I asked in my smallest voice, and the table roared with laughter. I felt the color draining from my cheeks and I just wanted to run off. But I knew I'd be in trouble if I just left like that. Alexander would've given me hell for it. "Ask nicer," he said in a deep voice, and I glared at him. Of course, I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted that word from my lips, meant for him, and I hated him for it. He was taking something from me that was supposed to be mine, and I hated

the way he robbed me of the word I liked using so much with Maddox. "May I please go upstairs, daddy?" I asked softly, and once again, the table roared with laughter. "You've trained that bitch well," Randy said with a big grin. "Watch your fucking mouth," Alexander snapped. "Doesn't mean I won't fucking clock you if you talk shit. You remember last time." He shifted his attention back to me and his eyes drilled into mine. "Sit down," Alexander told me in a rumbling voice. "Where?" I looked around the table. Every spot was full, every chair taken. "Don't be dumb," he said. "On my fucking lap, where else, Cora?" I froze on the spot, and then my body moved of its

own accord. I just wanted him to leave me alone, but I knew it wouldn't happen without me following his orders. I came closer, shuffling my feet across the floor and dreading every moment I had to spend doing this. I stopped in front of him and sat down on his lap awkwardly, my hands poised on the table. Randy led the rest of the men in making lewd remarks and I tried to block them out as best as I could. I felt Alexander's eyes on me, burning me with their intensity. I wanted to leave, I wanted to text Maddox and ask him to help me. But I resisted the urge and bit my tongue from making a smart-ass remark. That was fun with Maddox, but I knew the minute I slipped in front of Alexander, he'd punish me for it, and he wouldn't make it easy for me to handle. I watched them play their game, sitting uncomfortably on my stepfather's lap. After a few minutes, he placed his palm on my naked thigh, and I shivered under his touch. I tried my best to hide

my body's inadvertent movement, but he noticed, his eyes drilling me. He was daring me to say something, but I was too fucking scared. I kept my mouth shut and let him do it. A couple minutes later, I felt the swell of his cock against my butt and I shifted right away, trying to pretend it wasn't there. But he caught me, placing his hand on my hips and making sure I stayed on the exact spot where he wanted me. His erection dug into my ass and I wanted to cry and throw up at the same time. But I couldn't move away. First, he'd humiliate me in front of all his friends. And then, he'd make sure I'd really pay for it. I was starting to realize just how afraid I was of Alexander Lockhart. Randy lost the game and gave me an angry look, saying, "It's not fair, Alex has a fucking helper. Why don't you let her sit on my lap for a bit, see if I win?"

I wanted to die, but Alex laughed along with him and nudged me off his lap with his knee. As relieved as I was not to be close to his hard cock anymore, I knew what was coming next. "Go entertain Randy," Alexander told me roughly, and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, shifting from foot to foot. "Come on, sweetheart," Randy leered at me. "Let's see how hard you can make my cock with that tight little ass." I bolted from the room before anyone could say a word. The sound of their laughter followed me all the way upstairs and into my room.

TWENTY-ONE

Maddox

T

he text came at an hour that any reasonable human being would have considered ‘too late’, but I hadn’t even considered going to sleep yet. It was partially because I barely slept these days anyway, and partially because I was debating with myself whether or not I should still show up at Alexander’s poker game.

I had made myself a promise that I wouldn’t go. There was no way I could keep my attention on the game when Cora was so close, and as much as I appreciated her enthusiasm, I didn’t trust her or myself enough to keep us out of trouble. The last thing either of us needed was to get caught doing something markedly inappropriate in her home, while her father was in the next room. And yet, I still wanted to go. Just for the chance to be near her, if nothing else. There hadn’t been a moment since what happened Friday that I hadn’t been thinking about her, and I couldn’t wait for Monday to roll around so I could see her again. When my phone beeped by my side, I almost considered not checking it. It was hardly ever good news. When I saw the name ‘Little Girl’ flash over the screen, I sat up on the couch, frowning. ‘Can we meet? Please.’ It was short, to the point. No sexy pictures, no roundabout questions. I was up on my feet,

grabbing my leather jacket and shoving my shoes on before I even typed up a response. ‘9th Street park, the bench by the pond.’ It was not too far from her house, with a well-lit path to it, and not a lot of people other than morning joggers and mothers with baby carriages out on their mid-morning walk frequented it. Definitely no one at nearly midnight on a Sunday. I grabbed my keys and was out the door not thirty seconds after getting her text. Keeping to the speed limit as I zipped through town was hard enough, and she didn’t make it any easier by failing to respond to my text. Was everything okay? Had something happened to her? Had her prick of a father raised his hand against her again? My grip tightened around the steering wheel and my nostrils flared, a frown that seemed to be carved into my face deepening further as I ran through the worst case scenarios. Cora had an

uncanny ability of making me think the worst possible thing was about to happen to her. Probably because it was. Her paths had crossed with the likes of me, so luck wasn’t exactly on her side. Add in her severely questionable father, and I didn’t have high expectations for fate keeping her safe. So I had to in its stead. I parked the car at the closest parking lot to the park, incidentally being the furthest one from her house, and hit the dirt roads of the park. With my hands shoved in the pockets of my worn, black jeans, I tried to keep from running, but my strides were long and fast. I wanted to get there as soon as I could. When the bench came into view, I breathed out an audible sigh of relief. She was there, looking around tentatively, in all her understated beauty. I relaxed immediately, my shoulders slumping slightly.

“Cora,” I said as I came up behind her. “Madd-… I mean, Daddy,” she gasped, turning to look at me. I smiled to myself as she followed my path to sit next to her, making room for me on the bench. I kept a gap between us, even if every part of me wanted to just grab her and pull her on my lap, to ask what was wrong and to promise to make it all better. “What’s wrong, little thing?” I asked her, catching the way she was shuffling around in the seat. Her ass must have still hurt from the spanking. It would only get worse before it got better. She finally found a way to sit with her legs underneath her that allowed her to stop wriggling around, even though I thought it was incredibly adorable when she did it. “Having trouble sitting still, sweetheart?” I asked, my tone sugary sweet.

She gave me a look and I chuckled, shaking my head. “Don’t glare at me. You brought it on yourself. You’ll know better next time, won’t you?” With an understated sigh, and a smile, she nodded, but offered me no further explanation. She seemed tongue-tied. “Come on, tell Daddy what’s wrong,” I told her, my tone harsher now. I was worried. And I hated waiting. “I just… I needed to get out of the house,” she stammered. I stretched my arm out on the back of the bench, allowing me to brush my fingertips lightly against her arm and shoulder. The motion came far too naturally to me. Like it was the most normal thing. “Did someone do something to you? One of your dad’s friends?”

I studied her face, looking for any bruises, any places where she’d laid on the make-up thicker than usual. Her last bruise was gone now, but she’d worn a lot more make-up while it healed. The kids in her class probably didn’t notice, but I did. And it still made my blood boil. She shook her head, but she took too long to do it. I was almost off the bench when she grabbed me by my jacket, trying to stop me. “I’ll fucking kill them,” I growled. “Daddy, no,” she gasped, pulling me back. “Don’t. I don’t want you to… No, it’s fine, it really is. It’s nothing new, I just felt so suffocated by them this time. They’re talking about me like I’m… some sort of a possession or something. I was just uncomfortable… and I wanted to see you.” I paused for a moment, but finally sat back down. This time, I threw my arm around her and pulled her against me, finding Cora more than eager to cuddle into the crook of my arm.

That was another thing that wasn’t supposed to happen. We weren’t supposed to get close. I wasn’t supposed to care, not about her or her little problems. And yet I did, so much it tore me up inside to think that she’d have to go back to that house alone and face whatever drunken bullshit would be spewed by her dad and his redneck friends. I kissed the top of her head and breathed in her scent, perfectly content with this moment of pure affection. The thought of fucking her was the furthest thing from my mind, for once, even though it had been at the forefront of everything I did for weeks now. “It’s going to get better,” I promised her. “You’ll get out of this town, you’ll have a better future, and you won’t have to deal with men who aren’t good enough for you.” She glanced up at me, a question in her eyes that was clear enough. She wondered if I thought I counted in that particular subset of men – not good

enough for her. And I did, but I wasn’t going to tell her that, if for no other reason than because she would just argue with me. That was the beauty of young love. It was unquestioning. I should have been smart enough to not let it go this far, but apparently Cora was enough to make me regress back into the teenage idiot that I’d once been, thinking of better futures and happy endings. “It feels like it’ll never happen,” she sighed, throwing her arm over my stomach. Her fingers traipsed over the hem of the leather jacket and then beneath it, until her palm was lying flat on my ridged stomach. I squeezed her closer to me, apparently more than willing to take part in a little bit of wishful thinking. I knew this couldn’t last. There was no way. There were too many fucking reasons why this couldn’t make sense, and our age difference was the least of them. But it was a nice fantasy while it lasted.

“It will,” I told her. “It has to. You’re a fighter, and you’ll get exactly what you need. Don’t let anyone stop you.” Anyone like me, I added in my mind, slicking my tongue over my teeth. She hadn’t been the first young, impressionable woman to be curled up to me like that, looking up at me as if I were the solution to all her problems. But she was the first one I hadn’t wanted to lie to, the only one that I didn’t want to just corrupt, devour and then get tired of. She was… special, in the best of ways. We sat there for a while that wasn’t nearly long enough. When I checked my watch after aimless banter, which was mostly just to fill the air around us instead of make any sort of sense out of anything – it was way past midnight. “You’re going to have to go home now, little thing,” I told her, kissing the top of her head gently. “It’s a school night and I hear your English teacher

is a stickler for being on time.” She giggled at that, but just snuggled closer to me. I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on her too, loving the way she was cuddled up to me. Even if it couldn’t last, even if it was all make-believe. “I’ll drive you to your street. And I’ll make sure you get home safe, okay? If anything happens, if anyone does something to you… You promise you’ll text me or call me right away, won’t you, sweetheart?” She glanced away from me for a moment, her green eyes betraying guilt. I frowned, but didn’t push her on it – what she wanted to share with me was her choice. “I will, Daddy,” she promised. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t. That’s not what she’d come to me for that night. She’d come searching for support, and I couldn’t promise that it would be the only thing I’d give if I got a taste of her on my lips again.

TWENTY-TWO

Cora

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e hadn't spent any time together since the meeting at the park a week or so ago. All I could think about was Maddox. He'd invaded my thoughts like he wanted to conquer them, and I had trouble focusing. All day long, I thought about him. Not just the way he touched my pussy, my tits, but the way he touched my heart, too.

I would sit in class and fantasize about him, unable to hold a coherent thought. My teachers were beginning to notice too, and I did badly on two tests I had that week. I was embarrassed and ashamed, but I couldn't stop my mind from spinning, thinking about him, wanting him. I couldn't stay separated from my Daddy for much longer. I knew my teachers were worried about me after Mrs. Danvers, our biology teacher, called me aside. I'd never been a whiz at biology, but she expressed her concern after I dropped a full two grades on my last test. She wanted to know if something was wrong, why I was having trouble focusing. She asked me if anything was wrong at home and I carefully avoided the question. But she still furrowed her brows and said she hoped I'd get my grades back up soon. College applications were happening soon, after all, and I couldn't risk another bad grade like the one I'd just gotten.

That day, I had Maddox's class last, and I walked into the room, hopeful and waiting for him. He was already in the room, and his eyes glazed over me as I took my usual seat. I placed my books on the desk and looked at him expectantly, my pen poised in my hand. I was ready for the lesson. At least I still paid attention in his class... Even though it wasn't really to the words he was saying. It was more to the sound of his voice, the curve of his lips, the way he practically pounded the whiteboard when he wrote on it. His tie was messy again that day, and I longed to fix the knot for him. It was something so simple but so intimate at the same time. The class passed too quickly, and when the bell rang for the end of the school day, everyone rushed out of the room. I packed my things slowly on purpose, wanting to catch another moment alone with Maddox. When I was finally done placing everything in my backpack, I looked up to find only

the two of us left in the classroom. "Cora," he said roughly, his arms crossed in front of his body. I bit my bottom lip, nervous and so overwhelmed by the way he'd said my name. "Yes?" I asked softly. "Sit down," he told me, and I did as I was told, placing my backpack on the floor and sitting back down at my desk. Maddox rounded his desk and came to the front, leaning back against it, his arms still crossed. Surely I hadn't done anything wrong this time. I'd only texted him a few times, doing my best to leave him alone. If he hadn't wanted me, that would have been okay. But I knew he did. I saw the way he acted around me, how hard he had to fight the urge to look at me during class. I wanted him to finally stop resisting. I wanted him to give in.

"We need to talk," he told me simply. "You've been getting worse grades than usual, Cora." "What?" I asked, my head finally clearing. "Who told you about that?" Did he really want to talk about the tests I'd done that week? Why did he even care? "Teachers talk, Cora," he shrugged. "I'm worried about you. You told me you want to get out of this town. So why aren't you working harder on your grades?" "I am," I said in a small voice, but he groaned instead of agreeing. "Bullshit," he said. "You're distracted. In my classes, too. What the fuck is going on?" "Nothing," I told him angrily. "Absolutely nothing is going on." "Is it something at home?" he pressed me further. "If it's something to do with Alexander, you have to tell me. I can deal with it."

"Everything's fine," I replied in a clipped tone, and Maddox slid off his desk when I said it, hitting the board with his fist. I jumped in my seat. "Don't lie to me, little thing," Maddox told me, his voice low and threatening. "You know I hate it when you lie. Just tell me the truth. Did he try something again?" "No," I bit out. "He didn't. And that's not the problem, anyway." "Then what is?" he demanded, coming to stand in front of my desk. I was angry then, rage boiling under my skin because he was acting like he didn't know. As if it wasn't just as difficult for him. Maybe it wasn’t? "Nothing," I lied again. Maddox's fists shook, and suddenly, he grabbed me by my blouse and pulled me to my feet. I cried out when he pressed me so close to his body I could feel his erection pressing up against my tummy. He

groaned and I let out a soft mewl. "Please," I whispered. "Don't torture me like this." "Tell me why you're not focusing on your classes, Cora," he demanded. One of his hands found its way into my hair and he pulled my head back, hard. His other hand lingered over his crotch and I gasped when his fingers outlined the shape of his long, thick cock. "I swear to fucking god," he went on. "If that prick tried to hurt you again, I'm going to cut his balls off." "He didn't," I lied. "It's not that, can't you see? How can you be so stupid?" At least that was the truth. He pulled my hair back harder and I moaned. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time. "What is it then?" he demanded again. "Fucking tell me, Cora!"

"Fine!" I cried out. "I'll fucking tell you, if you're too damn blind to notice it yourself!" His eyes widened as hot tears ran down my cheeks. "It's you," I whispered, feeling completely defeated and humiliated. "You're just... You're fucking ignoring me. Like nothing ever happened between us, like I don't mean anything at all to you, and I hate it! How can you not care about me at all?" I looked into his eyes through the tears clouding my vision, and he stared me down. "Don't you want to touch me?" I whispered. "Don't you want to kiss me? Feel me?" His grip on my hair tightened and he was stroking his cock now, his hand gliding fast and hard over the swelling in his pants. He groaned out loud. "Don't you want to make love to me?" I begged. "Or fuck me... Whatever you want... I just want to have you inside me."

"Fucking shit," he cursed, pulling me closer. His mouth lingered dangerously close to mine and I breathed a sigh against his lips, making him curse again. "I want you," I whispered. "I want you to be my first, Daddy." The silence in the classroom was deafening. With today's classes over, the school had cleared out and we were completely alone. No one would interrupt us. We could do anything. He could take advantage of me, and I wouldn't fight it. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to take my virginity. "I can't take that from you," he said softly, but his hand was still on his cock. "I can't fuck you, little thing." I wriggled against him, pressing my hot body against his and he groaned again. "Please," I begged. "I want your cock to be the first and last inside me... I want you to split me open. I want your cock to open me up. I want my pussy to

be the perfect fit for your cock, and your cock only, Daddy, please..." I could see the internal battle going on inside his head. I wanted him to just take me already, I needed it so badly. But he was hesitating, and I was babbling, saying anything I could think of. So I placed my fingers on his hand, tentatively at first but getting braver by the second. I squeezed his hand gently, and he groaned as I moved it away from his crotch and to my body. I pressed it against my neck, leading him to squeeze his fingers around my throat. "Be my first, Daddy," I begged him again. "Make me yours..." It was like watching a dam break. He struggled against his own will and that of his body, struggled so hard his body shook as he gripped my neck in his grasp, squeezing it so hard my eyes rolled back. "Yes, Daddy," I barely managed to get out. "Just

like that, Daddy, please!" His mouth descended upon my neck, hot and needy as he sucked on my throat. He was laying claim to me, he was leaving marks. I wanted him to leave them all over my body. I would wear them with pride, knowing I only belonged to him. No one else would get to touch me from then on. I was Daddy's girl through and through. "Open your mouth, little thing," he groaned, and I did it eagerly, as wide as I possibly could. He moved away to look inside me, hooking the fingers of one hand and stretching me wider. With a groan, he spit into my mouth. I stared at him in shock, and the moan that escaped my lips was low and sensual. He grabbed my throat again and dragged his tongue over my lips, darting between them and kissing me deeply. He took my mouth and claimed it, his hands wrapped tightly around my throat as he showed me I really belonged to him completely.

I stumbled backwards and he pressed me against his desk, my ass hitting the wood. Then, he grabbed ahold of my legs and made me sit on the desk, and I wrapped my hands around his neck needily. His mouth was still on mine and I could barely breathe. He parted my legs and my skirt rode up. We both looked down at the wet spot on my panties, and then Maddox pulled my head back again. "You're sure?" he asked me hoarsely and I nodded over and over again, begging him to do it, go through with it, finally make me into a woman. "Aren't you... gonna take my clothes off?" I asked, and he gave me a wicked grin. With a single motion of his fingers, he tore my panties off me and I gasped when the cool air hit my drenched cunt. "Daddy!" I cried out, but he wasn't done just yet. My blouse followed next, and he ripped it off, the

buttons flying everywhere. I didn't even have time to worry about how I'd get home with my clothes ruined, or much less how I'd explain it to Alexander. I was too consumed by the lust and the absolute need to have him inside me. Maddox's eyes followed mine, and he drank in my pussy hungrily. "You shaved," he said roughly. "You told me to," I reminded him. His fingers slipped over my pussy and he caressed my folds, making me moan out loud. "I wanted to do it," he admitted. I thought back to the evening I did it, with Alexander walking in on me and catching me. I wanted Maddox to do it as well. That would be less humiliating than being caught by my stepfather. Maddox's fingers probed me and I gasped when he peeled back the lips of my pussy with two fingers, exposing my cunt to his gaze.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," he muttered. "You should run while you can." With those words out of his mouth, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in until his hard cock was pressed up against my wetness. He helped me out of my bra, my tits bouncing free and his eyes following them hungrily. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I threw my head back, overtaken by the ecstasy of having his mouth on me. He bit down on my nipple and I cried out when his teeth sank into my skin. He didn't give a fuck about it though, he only bit and sucked harder. "Show me," I begged him when he let go of my mouth. "I want to see your cock again, please Daddy..." He guided my hands to the zipper, and I unzipped him clumsily. He was wearing tight boxers, and he slipped them off along with his pants with my help. His cock sprang free, bigger than I remembered it

and painfully hard. The tip was red and a vein on the shaft was throbbing. "Lie on your back," he told me roughly, and I did as I was told, my back connecting with the hard wood of the desk. Maddox leaned over me, his chest flush against mine as he whispered into my ear, unbuttoning his shirt. "You want Daddy to be your first?" he asked me again, and I nodded eagerly. It was the only thing I wanted. "You want me to be your last, too, little thing?" His fingers wrapped around my leg and I moaned when he caressed the skin on my inner thigh with his fingertips. "Yes," I gasped. "I only want you, Daddy." "Then guide me in," he told me gently, but his voice was strained.

He placed my hand on his cock and I moaned when I felt him throb in my palm. He put his hands on either side of my body and I looked down at my pussy while I clumsily guided him inside me. He was groaning the moment his wet tip connected with my pussy, and I shivered. "Inside," he told me. "Right the fuck now." "Not yet," I whispered, toying with the head of his cock and pressing it against my clit and my entrance, smearing his precum all over my pussy. "You like this, Daddy, don't you? You like it when I'm being a naughty girl?" "Cora," he groaned. "Stop fucking teasing." I rubbed his tip with my thumb and he cursed out loud, thrusting his hips forward. I gasped when his cock parted my pussy lips forcefully. "You want to be inside me?" I asked him. "You need it bad, don't you, Daddy?" His eyes were furious as he stared into mine.

"You're on thin ice," he growled, and I smiled innocently before guiding his cock right inside me. He groaned and I cried out when he broke through the barrier for the first time. My hands went down to stop him, but he was too far gone then, fucking me and thrusting inside me so intensely, working himself inside of me, I thought I would collapse on the spot. "Daddy, please!" I cried out. "It hurts, it hurts... God, yes..." My cries soon turned into moans, but I didn't dare look between my legs. It hurt too good. Maddox eyes focused on mine as he fucked himself inside me, taking away every last shred of innocence I had left. "Does it feel good, little thing?" he asked me roughly, and I nodded, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I couldn't hold them in, as hard as I tried. The

moment was just too overwhelming. He leaned down against me and his tongue lapped at my tears, over my cheeks and mouth and down my neck. I moaned and pulled him against me tighter, the pain slowly ebbing away and leaving pleasure in its wake. "You're Daddy's little fucktoy," he groaned into the shell of my ear, and I bucked my hips at his dirty words. "You're Daddy's naughty little girl, aren't you, Cora? You're going to cum for me now, little thing, I want your juices all over my cock." He pressed his thumb against my clit and I cried out as he kept fucking me, driving himself so deep inside me I thought I would explode. His cock was filling me up impossibly, stretching my tiny pussy out for him and making it fit him perfectly. I knew in that moment I'd never want to have another cock inside me. It would always have to be Daddy. He fucked me hard and rough. He didn't have any

mercy for me, even though it was my first time. His fists balled up in my hair and he fucked me into a stupor, leaving me begging for more and muttering his name over and over again. I wanted so much more. I wanted him to cum inside me, but I knew he shouldn't. I wasn't on the pill. "I'm going to fucking burst," Maddox grunted, and I wriggled underneath him. "Pull out," I begged him. "Please pull out, Daddy, I'm not on the pill..." He groaned and kept fucking me. My hands grasped his arms and I tried to pry him off of me, but it wasn't working. I fought against him when he slammed inside me, and it felt so fucking good I nearly passed out. I cried out for him and he gripped my ass cheeks as he fucked me. His fingernails dug into my tender skin and I gasped his name over and over again. "I don't give a shit," he groaned. "If you're

protected or not. I'm going to fucking cum inside you, little thing. You are mine." "Daddy, please," I begged. "Don't, I could get pregnant..." I thought of my period only last week. Would that be the last time I had it? Because as much as I was begging him to pull out, I knew there wasn't a chance in hell he'd do it... And I didn't want him to. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and held his throbbing length in his hand, teasing me with it. I gasped, feeling the loss of him inside me like a hole. My pussy leaked its juices all over the desk as he looked down at me. "Tell me you want me to cum inside you," Maddox ordered me. "Tell me you want cum in that pretty pink pussy." "Don't make me," I begged, wriggling under him, desperate to get his cock back inside me. "Please,

just keep fucking me for a bit longer and then pull out... Or let me suck-" "No fucking way, little thing," he groaned, stroking his cock. He threw his head back and grunted. "Tell me how badly you want it. Or you don’t get anything." He pressed a finger to my clit and I went crazy, my hips desperately bucking toward him. It was insane. I was losing my virginity to my teacher, in my English classroom, and I was about to beg him to put his seed in me. "Daddy," I said desperately. His eyes were dark and glazed over, and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck me, Daddy, please... Teach me how to take your cum, I want all of it, give me all of it, right inside me, Daddy, please!" "Where?" he demanded, raising his voice. "In my pussy," I begged. "Fuck my pussy full of Daddy's cum, please..."

He was inside me the next second, and I saw stars as his cock plunged inside me again. He fucked me like it was a punishment, but it was the sweetest one I'd gotten yet. The pain slowly stopped and I felt something else building up, intense and deep and so fucking delicious. I felt my orgasm happening, being ripped out of my body as his cock pounded my hole. "Daddy!" I cried out. "I'm gonna cum..." "That's right, Cora," Maddox told me. "Cum on Daddy's cock, get it wet with your fucking juice so I can fill you up." I came with a cry, my hips bucking against his as he delivered his final thrust and exploded inside me. We were a mess of moans and shivers, his fingers digging into my ass hard as he held me in place and filled my pussy with his cum. It was warm, sticky and there was so much of it, it ran out around his cock, dripping onto his desk.

"Stay still," he told me. "Cum again Cora, right the fuck now." His cock pulsed inside me and I cried out as another powerful orgasm ripped through my body. I was triggered by him, so ready to do whatever he told me to. Then, Maddox leaned over me and held me to his chest for a second. I melted into his embrace, letting him make me feel safe. It felt so fucking good. With a pop, he pulled his cock out of me and I watched in admiration. He was still hard, but now his long shaft was dripping cum and the juices from my pussy. "I want to clean it," I said weakly, but he shook his head no. Instead, he grabbed my legs by their ankles and held them up high, propping them on his wide shoulders. I didn't understand for a second, but then it dawned on me as he grinned at me wickedly.

He was making sure none of his cum ran out of me... "Daddy," I said softly. "Yes, little thing?" he asked, his fingers caressing the skin on my ankles. "Am I gonna have your baby?" I asked, my voice shaky and scared. "Yes," he promised me. "I think you are. Someday soon." I couldn’t wait.

TWENTY-THREE

Maddox

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or a lack of a better term, my head was in the clouds.

There was fucking sunshine in my day, a pep in my step, all of that bullshit. I couldn’t stop grinning. I wasn’t the smiling type by a longshot any other time, but Cora Lockhart had made a happy man out of me.

Whenever I wasn’t putting in serious effort to think about something else, images of her giving up her sweetest prize to me filled my head. I could picture her so clearly, writhing and twisting for me, baring herself fully like the good girl she was. Her shaved pussy, those luscious tits, and that tight, maddening feeling of pushing into a hole that no one had ever tasted before had my head spinning even now. Most of all, I loved how willing she had been, how eager to please and to be pleased. The squeals of her orgasm rung in my head like a sordid soundtrack, keeping me reliving the forbidden affair in the classroom over and over again. Even being called in to talk to the guidance counselor couldn’t dampen my mood. It was never good news with those people. It was always one student or another who was falling behind, because of their own fault or someone else’s, and whoever the poor sod was who got called in would be the one who would have to ‘fix’ it all. Nine times out of ten, there weren’t going to be any

positive long-term results, regardless of how much the student or the faculty member tried. We didn’t tell the kids, or the parents for that matter, that depressing statistic, though. I rapped my knuckles on the door of the guidance counselor’s office and was called in. Very nearly whistling a tune, I let myself in, all wide grins and ‘good day, how are you’-s. The smiles and the pleasantries fell away immediately when I saw Cora sitting in a chair in front of the counselor, looking dejected. “Thank you for coming in on such short notice,” the counselor, named Meredith, an enthusiastic young brunette with a kind smile and the kind of body that ranked high in high school boys’ daydreams, said, motioning toward another seat next to Cora. “Miss Lockhart and I have been discussing her options and it seemed pertinent to include you in these talks.” “Anything I should be concerned about?” I asked tentatively, slipping into the seat.

Cora glanced at me, blushing immediately. She didn’t hide her gaze from me outright, but I could read her body language all too clearly. The memory of what we had done was too fresh, and she didn’t want to give herself, or me, away to another ‘adult’. “Thankfully this is not one of those cases,” Meredith said with a slight smile, shuffling papers in front of her. She handed me a copy of Cora’s report cards from the last year and a couple of essays, one of which I’d graded. I flipped through them with a frown on my face. “I’m afraid I don’t know what this is about. My predecessor didn’t leave me with too much information on my students,” I said, prompting another guilty look from Cora. Her grades had been slipping in my classes, and I had heard grumbling from the rest of the faculty, but I thought it was a one-time thing. Here before

me was systematic proof of her grades going up and down. Her grades were mostly good, but inconsistent. She was a very bright girl, but the report cards confirmed that she didn’t keep up her academic results all the time. Every now and then, the grades would slip, and that would hurt her when she started applying to colleges. My stomach twisted, thinking about my deal with my ‘employer’. Fucking Cora, something that I still hadn’t admitted to doing, was not the only thing I was supposed to do. ‘Ruining’ her was supposed to be a full-package deal. I was supposed to make her forget all about her other duties, like school. I was supposed to make her a slave to the sordid, seedy side of life, literally fuck her into the stupid cunt that I’d been told that she was. Of course, I now knew that the description I’d gotten at first had been the furthest thing from the truth, with the slight exception of her being a virgin.

“We find Miss Lockhart to be a very promising student and she approached me last year with the hopes of securing early admission to a couple choice colleges. Unfortunately, things haven’t gone quite our way because of those grades not staying consistent,” Meredith explained, with Cora squirming in her seat. I knew it couldn’t be comfortable to sit still yet. The results of the spanking would take a while to fade. Every other situation, I bet she enjoyed the results, though. “And where do I come in?” I asked, glancing from Cora to Meredith and back to Cora again. “I’m of course willing to help, if I am able.” That wasn’t what I was supposed to say. But fuck it if I was going to impede Cora in any way of getting a better future, away from people like her father… and me. “Glad to hear that,” Meredith said, perking up in her seat. “Cora shows some talent as a writer, but

we feel that it would be best if she had some additional guidance from a strong educator such as yourself when she writes her admission essay. Considering your background, I’m sure you’re aware that this short work of writing can have a tremendous impact on the future of a hopeful college student.” I nodded thoughtfully, looking at the papers in my hands once more. Cora had twisted her body to look at me, the distance between us seeming far too large. It was the same feeling I got every time she was in my class and I couldn’t just pull her into my arms and kiss her breathless. “Are you really willing to help D-… Mr. Jacobson?” she asked, catching herself just in time from calling me Daddy in front of the counselor. We both smiled, sharing that private moment without Meredith seeming to be any wiser. “Of course, Cora,” I said, reaching across the gap and patting her arm lightly.

It was probably the most demure touch we’d shared. “You’re a bright girl and I’d consider it a privilege if I could help you secure a place in a better school,” I said, loving the way she smiled bright, beaming. “Lovely!” Meredith said, clapping her hands together before Cora could reply. There was so much gratitude in Cora’s eyes that it was making me uncomfortable. I didn’t deserve all the admiration and affection this young woman, this girl was giving me. If she only knew everything… If she knew about Serena, about the others, would she think the same of me? Probably not. I shook my head as Meredith continued, unfazed by my wandering mind. “I think it would be prudent if we agree on a weekly check-in to make sure everything is staying

on track, yes? Other than that, you’re free to agree on your own private meetings. The school’s facilities are naturally open to your use and abuse,” she said, chuckling at her small joke. Oh, if she only knew how we had already abused those facilities… “Is that all?” I asked, standing from the seat, my good mood slightly marred now. “All for now, unless you have something to add, Cora?” Meredith said, looking expectantly at Cora. “No, nothing we can’t discuss in our private meetings,” Cora said, grinning wide as she slipped out of her wide chair as well. “Excellent! Thank you both,” Meredith said, though she was very evidently leaning in my direction, batting her long lashes at me. I gave her a half-hearted smile as I excused myself and exited the room, finding Cora catching up with my just a few steps later. We were in a crowded

hallway, school starting to let out and all the kids trying to move in the opposite direction of us. “Maybe we could do one of those private sessions now, Daddy?” Cora purred, her green eyes sparking with lust. “Someone might hear you,” I hissed, wanting to grab her by the arm and drag her off to teach her some manners for being so careless. I knew fucking well that she was doing it on purpose, to get a rise out of me… in more ways than one. “What if I want them to, Daddy?” she asked, biting her lower lip. I stifled a low groan, running a hand through my hair. We were on the right floor and I could see my classroom door already. I had promised that the last time would really be the last time, that we were trying our luck too much, but when she started pushing my buttons like that, I was fucking putty in her hands.

“Am I being a bad girl for you, Daddy?” she asked, raising her voice slightly so that a couple of people gave her confused looks as we rushed by. With anger and lust bubbling up in me in equal measure, I grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her into my classroom. I didn’t have any classes left for the day, which didn’t make this any fucking safer. The door slammed shut behind us and I let go of her, striding to my desk and taking a seat in the high-backed chair. I sat messily, my legs splayed wide, giving her a stern, displeased look. She dropped her backpack and stood in place in front of the whiteboard, her fingers tied together and a demure smile painted on her lips now. “Do you want us to get in fucking trouble, little thing?” I growled, trying to hide how fucking hard I was behind my annoyance. My cock was hard as steel and I could see her eating up the outline of it with her greedy eyes. I’d

given her a taste and now it seemed like she couldn’t get enough. Who was I to complain? “No, Daddy,” she said, her voice all sing-songy, batting her lashes at me just like Meredith – Ms. Winters, I corrected in my head – had. “Come here,” I told her sharply. She was all too eager to do as she was told. Stopping in front of me, I could see the way her chest rose and fell quickly, her breath coming in quick flutters. “Spread your legs,” I said, and she did, of course. Roughly, I shoved my hand between her legs and ripped her panties aside so I could dip my fingers in her pussy. She moaned like a cat in heat, rubbing herself against my long fingers. She was soaking wet. I pulled my hand back and held it up to her, showing how my fingers glistened with her juices. “Look at this,” I said, my voice a growl. “You’re fucking getting off on trying to get me in trouble.

That is not what good little girls do, Cora.” “I’m so sorry, Daddy,” she purred, pouting a little. “Can I please make it up to you?” “You can try.” As soon as I said that, she bent forward, wrapping her delicate fingers around my wrist and sucking my fingers into her mouth while keeping eye contact. I groaned as her pink tongue darted out and she lapped up her juices, moaning into my fingers and shoving them so far into her mouth that I felt the back of her throat, and the way she immediately gagged when I did that. “On your knees,” I commanded, and she dropped like a rock. “Unbuckle me. Suck me. Show Daddy how fucking sorry you are.” She giggled, the insolent little brat, her fingers flying across my belt buckle and zipper. She pulled down my boxers and both her hands went around my shaft, her fingers barely touching.

“Daddy, you’re so big,” she purred, licking her lips. Filthy little minx. “No talk, you dirty little tease,” I grunted, grabbing her by the hair and shoving my cock in her mouth. I didn’t give her time to get used to it, slamming her down on my rigid length immediately so it went down her throat. She gagged, making that beautiful sound that I loved. Bracing herself on my thighs with her hands, she looked up at me as I started grinding my hips into her, filling her completely with my thick cock. Saliva started dribbling down the corners of her mouth immediately and I saw those tears that had been there the last time too, her eyes glazing over. When I let my grip loosen, she didn’t change a thing. I could sit back as she kept ramming my cock down her throat, sputtering and gagging, but sucking me off just like I’d told her to. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” I gasped, gripping the

armrests of my chair tighter because my balls were so fucking heavy with the seed I wanted to spill in her. Keeping myself in check was a Herculean effort. “That’s it, little thing, show Daddy how much you want him to be happy with you,” I groaned, lost in the moment. It was at that very moment that a knock sounded on the door. Both Cora and I froze, my cock still twothirds of the way down her throat. “Shit,” I muttered. “Under the desk, quick.” Cora backed into the darkness underneath my desk and I rolled my chair in front of it, my dick still out and in the mouth of a barely legal fucking student. I didn’t have time to even invite the person in, the door knob twisted and the door was opened. “Maddox, so glad I caught you,” Meredith said, stepping in. She swept back her long auburn hair, having taken

off her frumpy cardigan and now showing off a white tank top that was cut just a little too low to accentuate her generous tits. She was an attractive woman by any man’s opinion, but I honestly couldn’t see her as more than a fucking nuisance at the moment. “Meredith. What can I do to help you?” I asked, my voice strained. Cora was staying still, but she still hadn’t taken her lips off from around my cock. And I throbbed in her mouth, the thrill of almost getting caught fucking turning me on. “Oh, I just wanted to thank you for helping with Cora Lockhart,” she cooed, putting her things on Cora’s desk and then sitting on mine. I noticed she was wearing a pencil skirt, and heels way too high for a high school environment. I got the feeling that she’d changed before coming to see me. “It’s so nice of you to come to the aid of a student

like that,” she continued, reaching out and rubbing my arm up and down. “Oh my god, teacher-teacher, someone’s been working out,” she laughed. And that’s when Cora decided to go for it again. I felt her nails digging into my leg as she started bobbing up and down on me again, blowing me hard. I hid my groan by clearing my throat, nodding stiffly to Meredith while my hands gripped the armrests harder. My knuckles were turning white. “No problem. Anything I can do to help, you know?” I said, knowing full well that Meredith was hitting on me, and being incapable of doing anything about it right now. “Well, I just wanted to come around and personally thank you,” Meredith continued, letting out a small sigh and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “And… you know, if there’s ever anything I can do to help you, just let me know. I know you’re new in town and it can be so hard to find the… the right people. So just, anything you need, you hear me?”

I nodded mutely, my balls clenching as Cora got sloppy with me, saliva running down my shaft as she worked me with both her mouth and her hands now. I was so close to blowing my load that I almost lost my ability to talk. “So I’ll give you this,” Meredith said, scribbling her number on a pad of paper on my desk, “and you have to promise you will call, okay? I’m free most evenings…” “Okay, Meredith. Thanks,” I gritted out, with Cora twirling her tongue over the head of my cock at the same time. Meredith looked disappointed that I hadn’t been more eager as she got up, but it was all I could do to keep my fucking composure. “Well, okay, that’s what I came to say.” She gathered her things and moved toward the door. “Do you want this open or closed?” she asked. I hesitated for a moment, but only because my tongue didn’t fucking function. Cora, my sweet

little angel, had turned into a fucking bratty terror at the drop of a hat, and I certainly hadn’t been ready for that. “Closed,” I croaked. “Alright. Have a good night, Maddox,” Meredith purred, giving me a little wave. The moment the door closed behind her, I rolled back with the chair and grabbed Cora by the hair. “You little fucking brat,” I hissed, pumping my hips at her a couple of times in rapid succession, making her gag again as my cock filled her up. I spilled my load in her throat, making her sputter and cough up some of it again. She barely pulled away as I let go of her, choosing to lap at my cock and the last drips of cum as she glowered up at me. My breath came in ragged heaves. I couldn’t believe Cora had done that, been so brazen, just because she’d gotten jealous. My little toy was showing me her teeth and I couldn’t get enough of

it. “Was that something a good girl is supposed to do?” I demanded, gingerly tucking my cock in my boxers. “Yes, Daddy,” she said insolently, sticking her chin out. It still had cum on it. I could barely hide my grin. “You’re just begging to get punished, sweetheart,” I told her, my voice low and dark. Her eyes lit up like I’d just promised Christmas. This girl would fucking end me, there was no doubt. “Go lock the door,” I told her tersely. “Daddy needs to teach you some manners.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Cora

I

got up from my knees and sashayed toward the door, making sure my ass was bouncing as I walked. A big smile was playing on my lips and I felt deliciously naughty, so dirty and so fucking good. And it was all because of him, my Daddy. I flicked the lock on the door and turned around slowly to walk back toward Maddox, but my

breath left my mouth in a quick gasp when I noticed him standing right in front of me. "What..." I asked, but he covered my mouth with his hand so fast I didn't even have time to catch a breath. His other arm clasped my hands behind my back, holding them tightly at the wrists. I struggled against him but there was no point, he wasn't letting go of me. "Now listen to me very carefully, little thing," he told me sternly. My eyes went wide and I stopped struggling for a second while he glared at me. "Good girls get their brains fucked out, but bad girls get punished. Is that clear to you?" I just stared at him and he let go of my mouth, slapping my cheek gently. Before the shriek that tore itself from my lips could be heard, he covered my mouth with his big hand again and looked at me expectantly.

"You fucking answer me when I'm talking to you, Cora," he said roughly. He'd tucked his cock back in his pants, but I could feel the familiar bulge against my hip. I nodded, unable to do much more. He still had a hand over my mouth and I couldn't get a single word out. "I'm going to let go of you now," he told me. "And you're not going to make a sound unless you want to be in a world of trouble." I nodded again and slowly, his hand slipped away from my mouth and he let my wrists go. "Take my belt off," he ordered simply. My heart was pounding so hard it was practically in my throat. I reached down and unbuckled the belt, the sound of the metal buckle loud and scary in Maddox's classroom. Slowly, I pulled it out of the loops on his pants while he watched me do it without saying a single word.

I held the black leather belt in my hands, the silver buckle cool against my skin. I was shivering, though I barely noticed what my body was doing. "On your knees," Maddox told me, and I dropped like a stone, my knees crashing against the wood floors. He walked away from me, back to his desk, and sat down at it, patting his knee. "Come to me, little thing. Crawl to Daddy." "W-where do I put the belt?" I asked him, my voice shaky and soft. "Where it's supposed to go," he said, sweet and indulgent this time around. I hesitated before folding the belt and placing it in my mouth. I bit down on the heavy leather and crawled toward him slowly, swaying my ass from side to side as I did so. I was still in my school uniform, but my blouse was askew by then and my skirt rode up, exposing the creamy white of my butt. "That's a good girl," Maddox groaned, his hand

resting on his thigh, his fingers gently brushing against his cock. "Come to Daddy, little thing, come on. Slow, just like that. That's right." I reached him, placing my hands on his knees and standing up on my own to hand him the belt. He smiled at me, like he was proud of me or something. Then, he caressed the red waves of my hair and gently took the belt from my lips. I opened my mouth willingly and let him take it from me, even though I knew what would follow. "How do you think you're being punished today, little thing?" Maddox asked me, and I looked away. He took my chin in his hand and made me look back up at him. "Answer me, Cora." "I-I don't know..." I answered timidly. "Come on," he said. "I know you can do better than that." That familiar spark woke up inside me, the one I always felt when he was teasing me like this. He wanted me to be a little bit naughty? I was going to

show him just how good I could be at it. "Are you going to spank me?" I asked, fluttering my lashes. "Your belt on my ass, Daddy?" "Yes," he grunted. "Of course I am. What else, little thing? Tell me how Daddy should punish his little girl for misbehaving." "You're going to hurt me," I told him, getting into it now. "You're going to turn my ass blue, right, Daddy? And then you'll kiss it better?" "How will I make sure you stay still?" he asked me doubtfully, rubbing the stubble on his chin while he grinned at me. I gave him an innocent look, my eyes leaving his and lingering on the tie around his neck. Maddox chuckled. "Oh, you naughty girl," he said. "Untie it, then." I got up and sat on his lap, my legs opened as wide as they could go. He groaned as I undid the tie around his throat and caressed his neck with my

fingertips, finally handing him the tie. I was dripping on his lap, and I knew he felt it, the wet spot on his leg growing as the seconds passed by. He lifted me off his lap and placed me on the desk in front of the classroom instead. "On your knees, ass up, face down," he told me. The light tone was gone from his voice now - he was all seriousness. I swallowed thickly, knowing what this meant. He really was going to punish me. I did as I was told, and a second later, I felt him tying my thighs together with his tie. He made sure it was really tight, and I felt like an object, which was probably exactly what he wanted. "Tight enough?" he whispered in my ear, and I jumped, startled. "Too tight, Daddy," I whined, the tie already leaving marks on my skin. "Good," he said, moving away.

The next thing I knew, he'd ripped my panties right off me. I gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to stuff them in my mouth. I felt humiliated, looking up at Maddox with wide, hurt eyes. But he looked so pleased it almost made me want this as much as he did. "Keep those in," he told me sternly. "We have to stop you from wailing like a broken little doll, don't we?" I nodded, looking up at him as he smoothed my hair away from my face. The panties in my mouth were damp and sweet tasting. He went back behind me and gently tapped my ass with his hand. I shivered from the promise of his touch, wanting so much more. Then, he laid the belt flat across my ass. I made a move to raise myself up, but he placed a hand on the small of my back and pushed me down gently, but sternly. "You're not going anywhere, Cora," he told me.

"We haven't even gotten fucking started." I mewled against the fabric in my mouth. He was building the anticipation, making me panic and want this so much at the same time. I didn't see the first slap of his belt across my ass coming. When the leather smacked me, I yelped and tried to scramble away, but Maddox held me firmly in place. My thighs were tied together anyway, I wouldn't be able to get very far. "Let's make sure you're really sorry," Maddox told me gently. "Before we really begin. Touch yourself for Daddy." Tentatively, I reached out with my right hand and slipped it between my legs. I sought out my clit and rubbed it gently. A few seconds were long enough to make me moan out loud, and Maddox chuckled at the sound. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked me sweetly, and I nodded. "Keep fucking going."

I rubbed it, sending vibrations through my body. My eyes closed, but I yelped the next second as he hit me again. The whine turned into a moan, muffled by the panties in my mouth. "Don't you dare fucking stop," Maddox ordered me roughly. "Keep going until I tell you that you can stop." I did. He went fucking savage on my ass. He hit me with the belt, over and over again until I was squirming, crying out against the wet fabric and begging him to go on in the same breath I used to curse him out. I could feel the bruises blooming all over my ass, and I'd never been more turned on in my life. I was so wet I could hear my thighs rubbing together, slick with the juices of my pussy. "You're wet," Maddox groaned in my ear as another slap of the belt hit my tender ass. "You're fucking dripping for Daddy, Cora, aren't you?" He pulled the panties from my mouth and I cried

out once my hole was finally free. I kept rubbing my pussy as he rained down smack after smack on my ass. I felt myself getting close, getting ready to fucking explode from pure pleasure. Maddox leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Stop. Stop fucking touching yourself right the fuck now, little thing." I moaned, but my fingers obediently slipped away from my clit nonetheless. "Good fucking girl," he told me, his voice full of pride. And then his fingers were on my ass, soothing the welts he'd put there a second ago. He rubbed them gently, and then his mouth joined in, kissing the marks that marred my skin. I blushed as he did it, feeling more vulnerable than I had before. His fingers were roaming my ass, and a second later, he was between my ass cheeks, gently sliding a finger on the sensitive area between my pussy and my asshole.

"W-what are you doing?" I whispered, and he smoothed my hair back gently, the sweaty tendrils sticking to my cheeks. "Nothing you won't love," he promised me, but I still shivered as his finger outlined the puckered hole of my ass, gently pressing down on it. "Don't," I begged him. "Not in there, please..." "You don't want it?" he asked me, circling the hole again and again. That pressure was building up inside me again, and I was desperate to cum. I had a feeling I would, too, if only he pressed down a little harder. But at the same time, I was so afraid of it I could barely move, my legs stiff and still tied together, making me unable to move an inch. Maddox reached for me with his free hand, and I could feel him spreading me open. I gasped as he did it, feeling how exposed my asshole was. And then his finger was back at work, pressing gently on my hole and threatening to slip inside without a

moment's notice. He hesitated and I wriggled my ass at him. Then, I felt something wet dripping down my butt, and I realized he'd spit on me. "You want to cum?" he asked me, his voice dark and rough. "Please, Daddy," I begged him. "I'll do anything." With those words out of my mouth, he pushed the tip of his fingers inside me, the feeling so alien I cried out in shock and pain. "Shh, sweetheart," he said gently. "It's only a finger, it's not as bad as my whole cock, is it? You're going to have to take that soon, too, you know that, right?" I whimpered as he massaged his way inside me, his whole finger slipping into my desperate little hole and fucking me gently, but firmly. "You're going to cum for me," he told me. "When I tell you to."

"Okay," I breathed, unable to hold back any longer. Soft moans and mewls escaped my lips as he worked my ass, fucking it gently and letting out squelching noises as his finger slipped in and out of me. I was getting close, the pressure building up inside me even though my ass was sore as hell. I wanted nothing more than to cum in that moment. "Now?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Not yet," he said, and I moaned again as his finger went deeper, fucking me so hard I thought I'd pass out. "Soon, I promise." He kept going, drilling my ass with his finger until I really thought I would lose consciousness. He fucked me mercilessly and I cried out when he went too deep. He caressed my cheek and whispered an apology against my lips before kissing me, the ghost of his lips on mine lingering long after he'd pulled back. And then he went on even harder, burning with

shame because of the embarrassing sounds I was making. I was so close I could taste the orgasm, feel it in my center. And he still wouldn't let me cum. "Please," I begged him again. "Just let me fucking cum, Daddy, please..." "Will you take two fingers?" he asked me, his voice strained. "Yes," I promised. "Anything, anything Daddy wants." He groaned, and a second later, another finger joined the first one in my ass. I cried out as he fucked me, deeper and meaner this time. "I can't," I cried out. "I can't, I have to cum, Daddy, please." "Do it," he ordered me. "Fucking cum, little thing." I moaned so loudly I was sure we'd get caught. My body shook and convulsed as the orgasm took over. For a moment, it felt like my soul had left its body,

but I was back, all the pieces falling into place again as he pulled out his fingers. I collapsed on the desk and Maddox scooped me up in his arms, holding me close. "You've been a very good girl, Cora," he told me gently. "Thank you, Daddy," I whispered back. He undid the tie around my thighs and I curled up against his chest. He let me rest like that for a few minutes, close to him, completely intimate. "We need to finish up now," he said regretfully, and I nodded. Carefully, he slipped me out of his arms and onto my shaky feet He was sweet, making sure I was alright every step of the way. I liked it a lot. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked, and I nodded. I took the tie from his hands and Maddox grinned as I tied it for him around his neck. For a moment, I

could envision myself doing that during a lifetime with him. It was a beautiful mental image. "Don't like the way I do it?" he asked me. "It's sloppy," I smiled, my naughty side coming out to play. "Your ass is going to hurt," he told me, gently pulling my skirt down over my bare butt. "I know." I grabbed my backpack and closed the button on my jacket to hide my ruined blouse. I gave him a sweet look over my shoulder before I left. "I hope it hurts good, Daddy. I like it when it does."

TWENTY-FIVE

Maddox

I

t felt like my throat had been dry since I met Cora, and I only felt like I was going to survive when I was with her.

It was a Saturday morning and I was sitting in my apartment, staring out of the damn window and imagining what my life would be like with her. Of all the fucking ridiculous, impossible things to be thinking about, I chose that. Something that could

never happen. You’re losing your mind, Maddox, I thought to myself, considering the possibility of cracking open a bottle of whiskey this early in the morning. It wasn’t like I was going to do anything else wise with my day, anyway. I stared at the closed cupboard door of my small home bar, one of the few things that I’d settled in the apartment as most of my life was still in cardboard boxes. The closed door didn’t provide any more answers than I currently had, but it sure felt like I could maybe find a couple more problems if I poured myself a finger of whiskey. With a dejected sigh, I stood up, walking to the cupboard. I threw the door open and looked at my options quietly. Twenty-five years, thirty years… all I had left were the really good bottles. But I had a really big existential crisis going on, so I guess it was now or never. I’d been saving those bottles for a special

occasion, and this constituted one. Picking the most expensive option I had, I twirled the bottle in my hands, picking a tumbler as sort of an afterthought. It wasn’t the kind of alcohol to drink straight from the bottle, but I was past proper manners at that point. With a woman on my mind that I couldn’t, shouldn’t, and mustn’t want, it was hard to keep my thoughts straight. Increasingly crazy things seemed to make sense to me. Like packing a bag, telling her to meet me in the middle of the night, and then hightailing it out of that dead-end town, shrouded in darkness. Or reporting her father to the police for obvious abuse. Though I knew full well that he’d be off the hook by the time I was done making the call. Cora was too afraid of him to testify, and even if she wasn’t, he had friends in the police department and I had no solid evidence against him. Considering I was the man currently fucking his barely legal daughter, there was at least as much to

lose as there was to gain. I slouched back on the couch, uncorking the bottle. Taking a whiff of the whiskey, I had to snap my head away. It was strong. Good. Just what I needed. I poured two fingers in the glass and swished it around, finding myself unable to bring it to my lips. Maybe it was that I was bitter enough already that adding alcohol to it suddenly just felt like adding insult to injury. Maybe it was something else, I don’t know, but I sat at least a half an hour with that damn glass in my hands, staring into the brownish-red liquid without it revealing any great secrets to me. Moral quandaries were not something that I was used to. I didn’t suffer from them, as a rule. I knew what I wanted in life, always, and I went for it. In a manner of speaking, I’d done the same with Cora, but my intentions went far beyond just wanting to get what was mine this time.

I’d done it, in the beginning at least, as much because it promised a golden ticket out of all of the bullshit that had been following me for the last year, as I had because Cora had made my heart beat twice as fast the first time I saw a picture of her. Since meeting her in person, the rest of the reasons seemed to fade away and all I could really think about was Cora herself. How fucking perfect she was. Innocent and damaged at the same time, but so strong, persevering through it all. Naughty and nice, like she was put on this earth to make me question what I’d been doing with my time for so long. Nothing like Serena, I thought with a scoff. That was what made me finally take a gulp of whiskey. It burned as it went down, but nowhere as bitterly as the thought of that woman did. I pulled a hand through my hair before leaning back, shaking my head. I’d been doing that a lot since meeting Cora.

I’m not a good man, not by a long shot, but I always had my morals. I liked my women young. Ironically enough, the first relationship I was ever in was with a woman twice my age. I guess that’s what did it – I saw in her the kind of vitality and zest for life she gained from being around me when I was seventeen at best, and I wanted it too. For years, I didn’t admit it to myself, or maybe even understand. I dated older women, until I was too old for them. And then I started fucking women too young for me. The thought of having a real relationship had never crossed my mind. I liked corrupting them, showing them all the dirty things they could love if they only let themselves. And then I got bored and moved on. The same pattern followed me as I changed jobs, moving across country. I became a regular at a BDSM club in the college town I lived in, domming often and well. I knew that a few of the women I’d fucked there were students on the same campus I taught at, but there was an anonymity clause in place. It worked out well, for a long time.

Until it didn’t anymore. Serena was a student of mine. She was bright, bubbly, vivacious, everything I liked. But she was also in my class, and that was where I’d drawn the line while living in that town. I’m not saying that it was me rising above, no. I’d definitely fucked students of mine before, but it always came with more trouble than it was worth, so I’d decided I wouldn’t anymore. I recognized her at the club when she was trying to get close to me, and I rejected her. She didn’t take no for an answer, showing up in my lecture hall on a weekend, while I was grading tests, in lingerie and a trench coat, practically serving herself up on a platter. And I said no again. After that, I only had to wait until Monday for the shit to hit the fan. Serena accused me of raping her. She found students who had gone to the club and seen me domming there, and had them testify that I

was some sort of a sexual fucking deviant. Well, I was. No point in denying that. But I hadn’t laid a finger on Serena. She didn’t get a rape kit, mostly because there was nothing to test, but I got fired regardless. And then the lawsuits came. She sued me for everything she could think of, her daddy’s pockets being heavy with cash, and her pride being hurt enough to warrant it. Maybe she was saving face, or maybe she was just vindictive, but the end result was the same – I was unhirable. That made me take another gulp of whiskey, and reach for the bottle again. It was noon on a fucking Saturday, and I was drinking alone. I wasn’t going to pretend that it was the first time it had happened in the last year, but it didn’t exactly make me proud of myself. The only reason I got the job in Cora’s high school was because of my ‘benefactor’. He’d vouched for me personally, or maybe bribed someone, but I’d

gotten the job. A job that was like taking ten steps back in my career, but then again it wasn’t like there was much left of my so-called career to begin with. The deal itself had been an easy one to make. Fuck a young woman I would have likely gone for anyway, had we met at a club or outside of a classroom setting. Make her fail her classes. Make her completely dependent on a strong, masculine figure. And then leave her, shattering her in tiny little pieces. I’d fucked her, alright. In fact, the only thing I wanted to do most of the time was to make Cora cum and scream my name. But I hadn’t held up the rest of the bargain and I found myself less willing by the day to do it. The simple truth was, she was too fucking good to ruin what chance of a better future she had. I’d fucked up my own life, so while the thought of doing the same thing to someone else had at first seemed appealing, it now stuck to me like mud that

I couldn’t wash off. I didn’t want to do it, and I’d been avoiding admitting that I’d taken her virginity to my ‘employer’ for weeks now, while secretly searching out every situation I could to get closer to her. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She was a drug I couldn’t, and didn’t, want to quit. But I could only deflect for so long. Sooner or later, we’d be found out, whether because my ‘employer’ knew me too well, or because she told someone, or something else entirely. And then it would be all over, and I wouldn’t be the only one in this equation without a future. I tossed the glass on the table, sending it nearly falling over the opposite edge. I’d lost my appetite for the alcohol. Frustration raged inside of me. Not only had I put myself in an impossible situation, but I’d dragged Cora down with me. My hands rolled into fists. I needed to punch something, to scream… but what good would that

do? I was getting up off the couch to grab my car keys and go for a drive just as I heard a beeping from somewhere in the apartment. It was my second line, the one I kept just to talk to my ‘employer’. “Shit,” I murmured, finding the phone in the kitchen. I unlocked it and the message that stared back at me made my blood run cold. ‘I know you’ve been lying to me.’ Cora, I thought. I knew immediately she was in trouble. Grabbing my jacket, I threw on a pair of boots and ran out of the door, not even unlocking it behind me. I had to get to her as fast as possible. The way my gut twisted and my heart constricted in my chest, I was sure that I didn’t have a minute to spare. I blazed through the town, running every traffic light and narrowly missing crashing a couple of

times. When her house came into view, my knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. I just had to hope I wasn’t too late. I ran out of the car and just as I got to the front door, it was thrown open in front of me. Cora ran past me, her face red with tears, wearing only a tshirt and a pair of pink panties. Panties that I’d taken off of her once. “Cora,” I hissed, trying to grab her as she went by. “What’s going on?” “N-nothing,” she stammered, covering her face with her hands for a moment. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?” “I’m here because I have to be here,” I told her, resolve building in me. I knew what I had to do now. Damn the consequences. “CORA!” Alexander howled, running down the stairs.

It was time to face the fucking music.

TWENTY-SIX

Cora

I

ran past Maddox, my eyes bleary with tears which I could barely see him through. He grabbed my arm and tried to stop me, but I tore myself out of his grip and howled my anger at the world. Alexander was hot on my trail, following behind me and shouting my name at the top of his voice. I hated him. I needed to finally get the fuck away.

No more waiting until college. I needed out, and I needed to do it right then and there. "What the fuck is going on?" Maddox bellowed, and I felt the sudden need to be comforted by him, cuddle close to him and beg him to make me feel better. I did just that, running into his arms and letting him take hold of me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer protectively while Alexander glared at us from the other end of the room. I sobbed into his chest violently, like a dam was breaking. For a second, I thought I could never stop. I still felt Alexander’s hands on me, lifting my shirt, pulling down my panties. Trying to shove his hand between my legs, telling me he wanted to see if I was ‘still shaven’ and to teach me how to ‘really stretch that cunt with a real cock’. Forcing his lips on mine, grabbing my breasts and holding

me so tight that I couldn’t breathe. My mind reeled, and so did my stomach. I had just been in the kitchen, trying to sneak a bowl of cereal upstairs to my room, when he caught me. The moment I saw him, I knew there would be trouble. The way he looked at me spoke of a man possessed by lust. I’d never seen him look as dangerous as he did when he took in the sight of me, dressed in the t-shirt that I slept in and a pair of panties. He wasn’t supposed to be up so early. He wasn’t supposed to see me. But he did. And then he tried to do the unthinkable. For most of my life, I had never known a father other than him, other than Alexander. This man who my mother had entrusted me with, who was supposed to protect and provide for me, tried to rape me on the kitchen floor of my home.

The bowl of cereal was still on the kitchen floor, the broken shards surrounded by spilt milk. I didn’t know how I’d struggled free. I didn’t know how I’d made it to the front door. And I didn’t know why Maddox was here, but I wasn’t going to question it. "I need to get away," I whispered, burying my head in his chest. "I need to get away from here, Daddy, please." "Daddy?" Alexander roared. "You're calling that fucking prick Daddy now, you little bitch?" The tears were flowing freely now, running down my cheeks and messing up my vision. "Get the fuck away from her," Maddox growled when Alexander made a move toward me. "What the hell has happened? Did he try to hurt you, little thing?" He took my face in his hands and forced me to look at him, gently turning my face toward his own.

"You can tell me anything," he told me. "Anything, Cora, you know that, right?" I nodded, a fresh flow of tears messing up my face. “He tried to… he tried to-" I stammered, trying to find the words to describe what Alexander had done to me. "What happened?" he asked me gently, and I sobbed into his hands. Maddox’s eyes widened and at that moment, I think he understood exactly what had happened. I felt him tensing like a cobra about to strike, his hold on me tightening as he snapped his attention to Alexander. "I'll tell you what fucking happened," Alexander yelled, coming toward us. "You're fucking messing with Cora's head is what happened. You've managed to convince her I'm the bad fucking guy in this scenario when I've done nothing but try to be a good father to her!"

"You're delusional if you think that's true," Maddox snapped and held me closer to his strong, hard body. "You're the delusional one," Alexander said. "She's my fucking kid." "Your fucking kid?" Maddox spat out. He let go of me, pushing me behind his body so hard I nearly tripped. "You mean the kid you've probably been trying to fuck since her mom passed away? The little girl you've hurt, humiliated, and tried to fuck every step of the way while doing so? “You're fucking obsessed with her, Alex! Obsessed! You wanted her when she was a little girl, you've just been biding your fucking time, haven’t you?" I peeked from behind him, the tears drying on my cheeks as I stared at the two men fighting. Could this really be true?

I guess I'd known for a while that Alexander's feelings for me weren't exactly fatherly. But today, he'd really crossed a line, and I knew we'd never be able to get back to the kind of relationship we'd had before. Not that it was perfect, but at least I wasn't afraid of him trying something with me... Now, I was terrified. Alexander took a step toward Maddox. I shrank into the background, pressing my body tightly against the wall and pretending I didn't even exist. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be invisible. I wanted to get the hell out of that fucking room. I couldn't handle it any longer. The two of them roaring at each other, the memory of Alexander's eyes on my bare ass. The only man I'd ever loved trying to protect me from the monster that was my stepfather. He'd never be able to protect me. I was starting to realize Alexander would come after me any chance he had. He would never let another man have me, not like Maddox.

"You're staying away from her from now on," Maddox said. "You're not going to call her, or touch her, or fucking think about her, you dirty fucking pervert." Alexander roared with laughter, saying, "Is that what I am now? What about you, pretty boy?" Maddox's shoulders tensed, but I sprang forward, ready to defend him. "He's done nothing but help me," I said angrily. "Help me, protect me and make me feel safe when all you wanted to do these past few years is fucking hurt me!" "Shut the fuck up," Alexander told me. "You don't know shit, you stupid bitch." "Don't call her that," Maddox roared. "Cora, get in my car and wait for me to finish up with this moron. Then I'm taking you home." "Don't leave," Alexander called out. "Don't you dare fucking leave, whore. You don't know the

whole damn story yet." "What is he talking about?" I asked Maddox through tears. He stepped in front of me, as if he was trying to shield me from Alexander. "Don't listen to a fucking word he says," Maddox warned me. I looked between the two of them, thoroughly confused. I had no idea who to trust anymore. Alexander had been my stepfather for years, and Maddox... I loved Maddox. "Are you gonna tell her the whole story or should I, pretty boy?" Alexander asked Maddox with a wicked grin. "I'm sure she'll enjoy my version so much more." "Cora," Maddox said sternly. "Go wait in the fucking car." "Don't," Alexander said with a vile grin. "Listen to this first, Cora. Maddox's known about you for a

long time now. He didn’t just come to the house for a poker game and ‘accidentally’ discover you." "W-what?" I asked, looking from one of them to the other. "What is he talking about, Daddy?" "Maddox agreed to fuck you," Alexander went on, obviously enjoying every second of it. "He fucking agreed to take that little virgin pussy and claim it, because he was getting paid for it." "Is that true?" I asked Maddox, my whole body shaking with fear, pulling away from him. "Did you really agree to do that?" He looked away, his posture tense and his lips pressed tightly together, and my world spun on its axis. It couldn't be true. He wouldn't betray me like that. He wouldn't sleep with me just to get paid. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, or anything that would let Alexander hurt me. Or would he?

"It's true," Alexander told me. "Come here now, Cora. Let me take care of you, just like I have been for all these years. Come to daddy, baby." I bit my bottom lip, unable to decide what to do. I didn't want to leave Maddox, but if what Alexander said was true, I couldn't trust him, either. I couldn’t trust anyone, and I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t trust myself either. I took a step away from Maddox and Alexander grabbed me, his fingers wrapping around my forearm and pulling me to him forcibly. I yelped, trying to pull away from him. "Good fucking girl," he told me, while Maddox teemed with anger. "You've always loved following orders, haven't you, Cora?" "Cora, come back here," Maddox ordered me. It felt like I was delirious, like all of it was a dream. I looked between the two men and suddenly I wanted to be as far away from both of them as possible. I just needed to get away.

I tried to struggle free from Alexander but his grip on my forearm was tight, too tight for comfort. "Let go of me," I begged, but he only held onto me tighter. "Please, just let me go, I want to leave. I don’t want to be with you!" "Let the fuck go of her," Maddox roared, throwing himself at Alexander. My stepfather let go of me in the commotion and I fell to my knees, bruising them on the floor. The two men brawled while I picked myself up and took a shaky step back. "He fucking bragged about it, Cora!" Alexander screamed in my direction. "He bragged about fucking you to all of us. Me, Randy, everyone!" "That's a lie," Maddox yelled. "You bastard!" I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to make out the world beyond my tears and I ran off the porch. I felt grass under my feet.

All I wanted was to get away. "He's a fucking liar, Cora," Alexander yelled. "The only thing he cares about is that pussy between your legs." I didn't know who to believe anymore.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Maddox

I

was fucking livid.

Not only had Alexander made it sound like I had been going around town, bragging about fucking Cora, but he’d tried to molest her, to fucking rape her. His own fucking daughter. If this piece of scum made it out of this day alive, I was doing something very wrong.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I roared. We were getting a viewership now, people coming out of their houses and leaving their Saturday morning routines to come and gape at the freakshow going on out on the lawn. Cora, halfnaked, crying hysterically, and me and Alex sizing each other up like we expected the ground to open up and swallow the other any moment now. There weren’t a lot of people I thought I was better than, but Alexander Lockhart definitely ranked among them. “Cora, don’t fucking listen to him. I never told anyone what we… what we had together,” I said, glancing at her. My words failed me, but I had to find them. It was that, or lose her forever. I had never been as certain of something as I was that if I failed her now, I was playing with both our lives. “Please. You only fucked her because I paid you to,” Alex mocked, grinning like a fucking jack-o-

lantern. Cora’s eyes were full of horror, glancing from me to her father, then back again, like she couldn’t make up her mind who was the worse monster. Honestly, I couldn’t at that point, either. “Fuck,” I muttered, my hand flexing in and out of a tight fist. I wanted to pound Alex into the fucking dirt, but I had to explain everything to Cora first. I gave him a withering look, before moving toward Cora. I wanted to pull her in my arms, but she sprang backwards like a scared little deer. “Little thing, listen to me,” I started. “Don’t touch me,” she whimpered, her arms covering her chest, her body language tense and frightened as hell. “Okay,” I said, holding up my hands. “Just listen to me. Your… Alex and I did have a deal. He would get me out of my lawsuits and clear my name if I

ruined you. If I fucked you, made you fail your classes and then dumped you, leaving him to pick up the pieces. I swear I didn’t know he was going to… what he wanted to do to you,” I said, my insides twisting at the mere thought. She was his daughter, even if she wasn’t biologically his. And he’d go so far as to try and have sex with her? I’d never met such a vile piece of shit as Alexander Lockhart. And it made me just as bad for having made the deal with him in the first place. “He’s full of shit, babygirl,” Alex scoffed, leaning casually against the doorframe now, as if this was all a big joke. Cora looked at me with those big green eyes of her, every fiber of her seeming to plead with me to make this horrible nightmare end, begging to give her a reason to trust me again, even a little. “A former student of mine accused me of raping her. I never touched her, in fact I rejected her

advances and that’s what made her go for me. I was ostracized, couldn’t get a job. Alex found me, we used to know each other when we were younger. I should have never taken him up on his offer.” I wetted my lips, shame and anger mingling together within me. Everything that had been chewing me up from the inside out over the last month was coming to a head now and there was nothing left but the truth. “This might sound like bullshit to you, Cora, but I couldn’t do what he wanted me to do to you. That’s why… that’s why it took us time before we slept together. I wanted to make it right for you, to make it perfect… and I wanted you as mine. I know I should have never done what I did, Cora, but I love you. “I swear, I’ve been thinking of nothing other than how I could get you out of this fucking mess. I’ll never let this shitstain of a human being lay a finger on you again. No matter what it takes. I’ll go to the

cops, to the fucking Feds if I have to.” Cora’s expression was unreadable. She seemed to be frozen in place and I couldn’t blame her. What I was telling her was inexcusable. Her father had tried to molest her, and now she found that the man she’d been seeking refuge with from his insanity was in on it. Her heart must have been breaking. “You’ll never fucking touch her again,” I said, turning to Alexander now. His casual grin had turned into a sneer now, and he straightened up. He looked at Cora and a cocky smirk crossed over his expression. “No one’s going to fucking believe me. You’re a rapist under trial. I’m a criminal attorney, loved by my community. And my dear daughter will stand right by my side, telling everyone who will listen how you molested her and raped her. You know exactly how this will play out, Maddox. And you won’t be the one who wins.”

“Not if I show the authorities all of your texts, all the messages you left on my voicemail. They can put me in jail for collusion, but I don’t fucking care if it means that you’ll be behind solid steel bars and Cora’s safe,” I spat, rage roaring within me. There were at least a dozen people watching us, a couple even filming, but they were too far away to catch more than snippets of the conversation. Alexander’s face puffed red. For all his attempts at remaining cool and collected under pressure, I saw him crumbling from the inside out. “Is that… is that true, Daddy?” Cora asked, and the fact that she called me that made my heart soar. I whipped around, going up to her. “Every word, sweetheart,” I promised, looking her in the eyes. “I can’t promise you much, but I can promise you that I will never lie to you again.” I didn’t add that this might just be the last time I could even talk to her. I was half-expecting to get

dragged out of here by the authorities any second now. Odds were, Alexander had already called his buddies at the police department while I was trying to explain the indefensible to Cora. “Did he hurt you?” I asked her again, repeating my question from before. She was biting her lower lip, obviously trying to figure out what to tell me, when I got checked from the side. We went flying to the ground with Alexander, his snarls spewing saliva in my face. “You motherfucker,” he growled. “Stop poisoning my little girl with your vile fucking lies!” He punched me once before I could bring my arms up, pinning me to the ground by straddling my stomach. I held one elbow up to protect my face and slammed the other on the ground, twisting my body so it was easier to throw Alexander off. I grabbed hold of him and we flipped, giving me an opening to lay a few punches on him before he caught his bearings.

“She’s not yours!” I roared between punches. “She’s neither of ours, can’t you fucking see that!?” Neither one of us deserved her. Not even a little bit of her. “Speak for yourself, fucking rapist,” he bellowed, swiveling his head around to see if anyone heard him yell the last word. The murmuring around us was louder now and a couple people were moving in closer, either with the intention to break up the fight or hear more of the juicy drama. I didn’t care either way. Socking Alex in the jaw, the grass was splattered with crimson as he spit out blood, and a tooth. He pushed me off and we both scrambled to our feet. My nose hurt from the hit he’d gotten in, it might have been broken, but I was high on adrenaline and couldn’t care less. Few things mattered, really. Keeping Cora away from him was one. And… well, that was it, really.

I saw red, like the moment I’d realized what Alex had tried to do to Cora, and I charged him. He caught me and we were locked in a jumble of arms and legs, trying to get in punches where we could. I’d be lying if I’d said that I didn’t want to kill him. Alexander Lockhart, in a nice oak box – I thought it would be a blessing on mankind if I took a freak like him out of circulation. I was under no illusions of being a good guy in this. Just a different kind of fucked up. “You fucked my daughter and thought you’d get away with it,” Alexander hissed, blood dribbling freely from his mouth now, and his right eye swelling up. “I’ve got another thing coming for you.” “You’re the one who tried to rape your own daughter,” I snarked, just as he came for me again. He managed to hook his leg behind mine and we ended up on the grass again, rolling around and trying to beat each other to a pulp.

“Stop!” Cora screamed, but I couldn’t stop. “You see what you’re doing to my little girl?” Alex asked, jabbing me in the ribs and kicking the wind out of me. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that she’ll be all better when we’re done here and you’ll be behind bars. I’ll be sure that I keep her warm every night, Maddox, and she’ll know what a real man feels like.” That was the last thing I heard. After that, there was just echo in my ears, like ocean waves crashing, mixed in with a high-pitched whine. I had tunnel vision and all I could think about was making sure that Alexander Lockhart never got close to Cora again. We were both back on our feet and Alex was sneering at me, a bloody, wide smile plastered on his face. He motioned for me to come at him and I did. I caught him with a left hook, out of the blue as he was expecting a punch from the right, sending him stumbling backwards.

One step, two, three… His arms windmilled backwards but he couldn’t find his balance as he stumbled into the street. Right in front of a truck. I didn’t hear the crash, just saw Alex’s body being flung a dozen feet forward and crashing into the pavement in a heap of broken bones and blood. I stood there, stunned, as people crowded around him, motioning wildly and clinging to their phones. The Ford truck had come to a stop and the driver stepped out. It was Randy, looking as stunned as I did. He looked from me to Alex’s body, and then he just stared. “I wasn’t supposed to hit him…” he muttered, kicking me out of my mute shock. I spun around, finding Cora standing in the middle of the lawn, all alone, her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide as she looked at the broken body of her stepfather. I rushed to her, grabbing her in my arms and pushing her face to my chest so she

wouldn’t see the commotion. “It’ll be okay, Cora,” I told her, whispering the words in her ear. “I swear, it’ll all be alright. You’re safe now.” She shook with silent sobs. “Is he… is he dead?” she asked. I had no immediate answer for her. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw what looked like a limb, broken at an unnatural angle. “I’m not sure, little thing.” “I hope he is.” I hoped he was, too. And I didn’t feel a shred of guilt about it. We stood there in silence for a few minutes, until the sound of sirens in the distance brought us back into the moment. Cora looked up at me, but I wasn’t ready to let go of her yet.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. “Yes, sweetheart?” I asked, deaf to the commotion around us. “I love you too.” My heart must have stopped in my chest for a moment, because I didn’t kiss her immediately. When it beat again, I leaned into her and tasted her lips gently. She was sweeter now than she’d ever been. “I love you, Cora. And I promise that you won’t be in danger ever again.” It was a promise I was going to keep.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Maddox

O

ne month later

IT WAS LIKE I WAS STUCK IN A BUBBLE. ON ONE SIDE, I was the happiest man on earth – Cora was safe, and Alexander could no longer do anything to her – and on the other hand my life had been thrown

another curveball I wasn’t sure it could recover from. There was another investigation, another possible lawsuit coming my way. Though I hadn’t instigated it, I had been a part of a fight that led to another man’s death, even if, again, it was not strictly through my hand. Despite plenty of evidence confirming the contrary, Randy was insisting that I had not only started the fight, but that I had deliberately shoved Alexander in front of his truck. He was just trying to save his own ass, I knew that, but with a police officer campaigning against me, I had no certainty that this would go away with anything less than me behind bars, living the life that I’d half-expected. My heart constricted in my chest at the thought of it. The last month had been torture in more ways than one. I wasn’t supposed to have contact with Cora during the investigation, an investigation hampered by the department obviously working against me, and it was killing me.

The only time we saw one another was at the school. The principal had refused to fire me, though Randy had personally gone and spoken to her, ‘on behalf of Cora and Alexander Lockhart’. Cora had thrown a fit the moment she heard about Randy doing that shit, but thankfully the principal hadn’t had any of it. ‘Innocent until proven guilty.’ I was guilty alright, but not of outright murdering Alexander. Though had the situation played out just a little differently, I’m not saying I wouldn’t have been the one beating his head into a pulp on the sidewalk. A part of me regretted not being able to do it, in fact. It was late when I parked my car a block from Cora’s house and made it over on foot. She was living alone in the same damn house now, luckily having access to her father’s credit cards before they were shut down. She was legally an adult and as such didn’t get a guardian or anything of the like. The state just left her to deal with the

aftermath of losing her caregiver all on her own. I rapped my knuckles on the back door once, twice. I heard footsteps running downstairs and I couldn’t hide my smile – she was running to meet me. The door was flung open in front of me a moment later and Cora flew into my arms, clinging to my neck. “Daddy!” she whispered excitedly. My grip locked around her waist and I picked her up, carrying her inside mid-hug and pulling the door closed behind me. “Shh, sweetheart. We don’t want the neighbors to see us,” I told her, kissing her on the forehead as I set her down. “I think it’s bullshit,” she snorted as I put her down, a frown crossing her delicate features. “You saved me, and they want to keep you away from me.” “Language,” I told her sternly, shrugging off my black leather jacket.

She didn’t argue with me, smiling slightly as she ran her fingertips up along the intricate full-sleeve tattoos I had. Her touch sent a shudder through me. I thought that only happened in shitty romance novels, but apparently all I needed all along had been to find the right girl. “So, will we get started?” I asked, cocking a brow at her. If she kept touching me like that, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything but having her on my cock. “In a second,” she said matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips. “What’s the hold-up?” “Daddy hasn’t kissed me yet,” she said, poking out her lower lip. I grinned, pulling her back into me. Even dressed in shorts and a slouchy tee, she was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. Her body molded

against mine and I nudged her chin upward. “That’s a horrible oversight on Daddy’s part,” I murmured, before kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth for me. My tongue slipped in between her lips and she moaned deeply, pushing even closer to me as I devoured her lips. My hand mussed her hair and my cock throbbed in my jeans, until I had to cut off the kiss abruptly. She stared up at me, hazy-eyed, her lips swollen from the kisses. “Why can’t we just keep doing that?” she asked sweetly. “Work first, then fun,” I told her, turning her around and gently nudging her toward the stairs. I slapped her on the ass when she wouldn’t budge, making her jerk forward with a giggle and run up the stairs. Shaking my head, I followed her, watching her bubble butt bounce as she took the

stairs. Despite the madness going on, I was one damn lucky man. “It’s here,” she said, leading me to a closed door on the second floor. Her good mood seemed to vanish and I understood it completely. I doubted she’d wanted to get anywhere near her father’s stuff since the… incident. “Cora, go make a snack for us,” I told her, my tone of voice allowing for no argument. “Are you sure, Daddy?” she asked, her hand hovering over the doorknob. “I am. Go.” She nodded her head and I could see the relief on her as she brushed past me, heading down the stairs again. I didn’t want to cause her any pain that wasn’t enjoyable, and going through her crooked stepdad’s office definitely didn’t rank as ‘enjoyable’.

I waited until she’d disappeared down the stairs and then slipped into the office. It was a somber place, the shelves cluttered with endless paperwork. In the middle of the room sat a wide mahogany desk and a leather high-backed chair. I made a beeline for it, slouching into the seat. There were still folders on the desk, like Alexander had just stood up from work for a moment. My blood boiled at the mere thought of him, let alone when I imagined what could have happened if I hadn’t gotten to the house as fast as I did. That fucker should have known that Cora was mine, and mine alone. I flipped through the folders one by one, meticulously going through the material. Most of it was about his cases, new and old, and completely useless to me. When I was done with the desktop, I went for the drawers. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for, but knowing the kind of guy Alexander was, I bet he kept meticulous records of all the shit he pulled.

If for no other reason than to have trophies. The last drawer was locked. “Jackpot,” I murmured, pulling out the one on top of it so I could get to the lower one. It wasn’t exactly carefully guarded if he didn’t even have a cover for it. I put the drawer on the table and started rummaging through it. The very first folder I grabbed made me pause. It read ‘Serena Riley’. Opening it up, my jaw practically dropped. There were pages and pages on her and the deal she’d made with Alexander. Not only had they known each other, but he had set her up to approach me and then accuse me of raping her. He’d fucking played me for more than a year, first ruining my career and then luring me here to do his dirty work. There were e-mail printouts, describing what Alexander wanted Serena to do, and how she could best go by it to ensure that I’d

take the fall. I kept going, finding more and more incriminating material. He actually had a fucking timeline jotted out, describing when he thought things should happen, edited and perfected as time went on. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. On our first meeting, he’d played it like he was some sort of a desperate man, pleading with me to take the ‘job’, to teach a ‘brat’ her place so he could make sure she had a better shot at being a ‘decent’ grown-up. All along, he’d just wanted me to make her completely dependent on him, so she couldn’t leave. So he could do whatever he wanted to her and she’d have no way out. It sickened me to my core. I’d been fucking dumb enough to let him play me like that, but what made my stomach really churn was the thought of what would have happened to Cora if his scheme hadn’t

unraveled like it did. Taking a breath, I stacked the files and folders and grabbed them, resolving to go through them more thoroughly later. I had a feeling though that it was exactly what I had needed. I could clear my name, maybe even get my old job back… And take Cora with me when she graduated. “Cora,” I called, slamming the door to the study shut behind me. “Get up here, sweetheart.” She climbed up the stairs as I walked to her bedroom, depositing the folders on her desk. The moment she stepped in and caught sight of my expression, she beamed with a smile. “You found something, didn’t you?” she asked, clapping her hands together excitedly. “I did,” I said with a nod. Her room seemed pinker than I remembered, or maybe it was just because I was seeing colors again. Life had been black and white for a while,

with maybe shades of gray thrown in every now and then, because I hadn’t been sure whether this happiness I was feeling with Cora could last. Now, I had something to work with. It was time to celebrate. “What is it?” she asked, curious as ever. I held up my hand, stopping her a few feet from me. “All you need to know, sweetheart, is that it’s good news. I think Daddy’s been neglecting you for a while now, and I think we need to make up for that. I think Daddy needs to teach you another lesson. Would you like that, Cora?” Her eyes lit up and I couldn’t stifle my smile. This was going to be a lesson neither one of us were not about to forget easily.

TWENTY-NINE

Maddox

please, Daddy,” she purred, seeming to “Y es, forget all about the files. She was such a good fucking girl. I told her that it would be okay, and she trusted me. It made me fight that much harder to never let her down again. But right now, I wanted both of us to be able to think about nothing but the present, and I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

“Undress for Daddy,” I told her, pulling my black t-shirt over my head. I loved the little gasp she made when she saw my body flex, the muscles constricting at the slightest of movements. If anything, I’d been working out and taking care of myself even harder now that I really had something to lose. She was practically drooling, looking at my six-pack. “Now, Cora,” I reminded her, as she’d forgotten herself. That obvious haze of lust that was in her green eyes now drove me wild and my cock was already standing at attention without even laying a finger on her. Slowly, I undid my belt buckle as she wiggled out of her shorts and top. The bra she was wearing was still too small for her – I’d have to do something about that soon – but it made her heavy tits spill over the edges so nice. My throat went dry as she unclasped the bra and let it fall from her shoulders, giving me a look at those

rosy nipples I loved sucking into my mouth. She pushed down her panties and I got out of my jeans, the outline of my cock making the boxers I was wearing bulge. I groaned when she was fully naked, her pussy shaved just like I’d told her to. She’d been meticulous about it ever since, and now her hands instinctively went to the apex of her thighs, greedily letting her fingers glide over her clit. Her breathing was heavy, but so was mine. Self-control was something I’d found myself in great possession of over the years, but it always seemed to fail me around Cora. In her pink, bubblegum room, all I could think about was making her mine in a way I hadn’t yet. Hearing her sweet screams as she was impaled on me and making this room a lot less innocent, just like her. I shucked off my boxers and Cora whimpered, rubbing her clit faster. I could see her juices clinging to her fingers, so wet and hot for Daddy

already. “Are you wet for me, Cora?” I asked her. A mischievous glint hit her eyes and she shook her head. Just like the first time, she wasn’t telling me what was so obvious to me. The little brat. “So you don’t want to suck on Daddy’s cock?” I asked her, running my palm along the length of the shaft a few times and then pumping it with a heavy hand. Cora’s brows knitted, her mouth opening slightly and her gaze staying strictly on my cock. “I do, please, Daddy…” she whispered, taking a step closer. “It’s been so long…” Instead of answering her plea, I turned my back to her, walking to her bed. I threw myself down on the pink bedspread, my cock jutting up, and tucking my arms behind my head. “Show me,” I told her.

She was more than eager to get on the bed with me. She knelt next to me, her ass up in the air as she bent down and sucked the head of my cock in her mouth. I groaned hard at the familiar tight, eager mouth closing in, her tongue darting back and forth as she made little circles and stretched her mouth to fit me. Glancing at me, the head poked into the side of her mouth as she started bobbing up and down slowly, and I could have just stayed there forever, watching her. “Make me nice and wet with your mouth, Cora.” She closed her eyes and did as she was told, starting to take me deeper. I ran one hand down the curve of her back and then along the crack of her ass, pressing against the pucker for a moment and feeling it tighten under my touch. Then, I slipped lower, until I found her sopping wet pussy, waiting for me. She was still fingering her clit. Without warning, I

thrust two fingers in her cunt, making her gag on my cock as I pushed her forward. She gasped and sputtered, but didn’t fight it, small moans escaping her a moment later when I started working my fingers in and out of her. “That’s a good little thing,” I told her, my words strained. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, admiring how wet she was for me, before running them back up to the pucker of her ass. I pressed my thumb against it first, until it slipped in and she groaned throatily around my shaft. I started working my thumb into her and when she could take it all, I pulled out and inserted two fingers instead. She bucked against it, only pushing them further in as she whimpered, my cock in her throat. “Daddy’s going to show you how good it feels to have a cock up your ass, sweetheart. You want to be impaled by Daddy’s fucking huge cock, don’t you, Cora?”

There were tears in her eyes from gagging on me, but she nodded, the filthy little thing. I grinned, shaking my head as I worked her asshole, stretching it to fit me. I grabbed her hair with my other hand and yanked her back off my cock, my fingers still inside her ass. “Tell Daddy what you want.” “I want… I want Daddy in my ass!” she gasped. “Please, Daddy, fuck my ass!” Her pleading was music to my ears. In one quick motion, I pulled my fingers out of her ass and had her on her knees, with her face against the covers and her ass up in the air. I was behind her, rubbing my cock against her slit a few times to coat it with her pussy juices while keeping a firm hold on her hips. “This will hurt at first, Cora. You need to relax and trust Daddy. Can you do that?” “Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a good student.” I guided the head of my cock to her asshole and as I held her firmly in place, I rocked forward with my cock. The first moment when my head forced in her virgin asshole, I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I growled as she whimpered, Cora biting down on a pillow as my cock slowly rammed into her untouched hole, making it mine. The head fit in completely and I let her get used to it for a moment, rocking back and forth only slightly. “How is that, Cora?” I asked, seeing tears running down her cheeks. “It… it’s so much,” she gasped, breathless. “I don’t know if I can fit all of you, Daddy!” “You’re going to have to, sweetheart.” “I want to, Daddy.” Always the right fucking thing to say. With a grunt, I bucked forward, filling her ass with another inch

of my cock as she writhed beneath me, working hard to stay on her knees. With the hand that I’d grabbed her hair before, I reached around her and between her legs, slowly starting to make circles around her clit with my fingertips. She shook like a leaf as I kept slowly making her take my whole cock in her virgin ass, her breathing becoming slightly steadier as I bottomed out. “Fucking Christ, Cora,” I grunted, looking down at our twisted together bodies, her bubble butt stretched around my thick cock. “You’re such a good girl for Daddy.” “Don’t stop, please,” she whispered, that haze of need so obvious in her eyes. “I wasn’t going to.” This time, I pulled out and then rammed back inside her, pushing her harder into the mattress. She screamed, the sound cutting off in the middle when she ran out of air. And then I did it again. And again. And again.

I never stopped teasing her clit, flicking it faster as I pounded into her harder. In a few thrusts, those screams had turned into moans and her pussy was pulsing, every muscle in her body rigid. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” she pleaded, tears streaming out of her eyes. “So fucking tight,” I hissed through gritted teeth, her knees finally buckling and sending her collapsing on her stomach. I pulled out of her and she whined in protest, turning into a yelp as I picked her up and made her straddle my stomach. Her pussy was so wet that she left a mark on me immediately. I lifted her up by the hips, every fiber of my being screaming for release, to spill my seed in that tight ass of hers. “You’re going to have to impale yourself on my cock if you want more, sweetheart. Show me what you’ve learned.” I guided the head of my cock to her asshole and held her in place. She looked at me, surprised, but

then the wickedest little smile crossed her lips and she pushed down… hard. We both groaned as the head thrust into her. “Like this, Daddy?” she asked, wetting her lips, her voice ragged. “Just like that.” I rolled her clit between two fingers as she slowly started working herself down on my cock, facing me. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Perfect, with those freckles on her nose and dotting her chest here and there, and that body made to be worshipped and fucked. I could have lost my mind, just watching her tits bounce up and down. There was so much I could teach her still, and I couldn’t wait for every lesson. When she took as much as she could of my cock, I pressed two fingers in her cunt, leaving my thumb on her clit. “Fuck yourself on me, Cora.”

Without question, she started riding me, every movement coming with a moan. My cock throbbed, wanting so bad to fucking blow my load, but I wanted her to cum first. It would always have to be her first. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she picked up pace, leaning forward and bracing her palms on my chest for leverage. “Oh, Daddy,” she whimpered, going faster and faster, making us both crazy. “Cum for me, Cora.” It was as much me telling her to do it, and demanding for my own release. I slammed my fingers in her and rubbed her clit harder, while she rode me like this was the last time, like she wanted all of me, now. When I felt her cunt clench down on me and her body go rigid, I knew she was gone. I grabbed her hip with my free hand and thrust into her as she writhed and screamed, her pussy milking my fingers and her ass tight around my

cock. With a roar, I blew my load in her ass as she orgasmed, feeling the tension of more than a year finally wash out of me in one unforgettable, sinfully delicious moment. Cora whimpered as I carefully pulled her off my cock and let her collapse on my chest, her breaths ragged and short, exhausted. “You’re everything I ever wanted, Cora, sweetheart,” I whispered, kissing her hair. “I love you, Daddy,” she muttered back, her eyes closed, clinging to me. Those words would never get old.

THIRTY

Cora

T

o say my life had changed would have been a massive understatement.

Over the course of a couple of months, I’d loved, lost, feared for my sanity, my future and what little sense of self I had left. The only father I had ever known had betrayed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined a man capable of doing to someone he

had protected for more than a decade, and a man I’d known for less time than it took for a season to pass had stepped up as more of a protector than what I could have dreamed of in my wildest daydreams. I wasn’t going to lie, things were still not completely settled. I still woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, covered in cold sweat, looking around frantically to see if Alexander had broken into my room. And people commenting at school behind my back about how I had probably been ‘asking for’ what happened to me still fucking hurt. But I could deal with that. Day by day, I was getting closer to who I really was, who I could be without fear hovering over my head like a cartoon thunder cloud. I felt like I stood up straighter, held my head higher. I felt like I could breathe again. I hadn’t even been able to put into words what I was really afraid of for the last few years living with Alexander. It had been this constant, lurking

premonition that something was about to happen, something bad, but I couldn’t define it. Now I knew what it had been. I had been afraid that he’d stopped treating me like an annoying child, and start looking at me as his property, as a woman… Something no father should do to their child. A kiss on my shoulder and two strong arms looping around me from behind roused me from my jumbled thoughts. “Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart?” Maddox asked, his low voice rumbling in my ears as he nuzzled my neck. I’d stood in front of the bathroom mirror of his apartment for what must have been minutes now, just staring at myself and not seeing anything. I shook my head slightly, leaning back against his broad, strong, shirtless torso. I loved the way his strong muscles seemed to flex whenever I touched him, like he was reacting to me without question.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about everything that’s happened,” I admitted with a shrug as he reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste. “That doesn’t have anything to do with our little appointment today, now does it?” He cocked a brow at me in the reflection and I flicked my gaze to the sink for a moment. As much as I wanted to say it wasn’t, it probably was. “It’s not every day you have to go to court to testify against your father. Some soul-searching is bound to go with it,” Maddox said, kissing my cheek before starting to brush his teeth. “I guess so,” I said, quirking my nose. “I wish I didn’t have to do it. I wish I didn’t have to see him ever again.” It was my father’s court day, and I was set to testify. Maddox as well. Charges against Maddox had been dropped a few weeks ago, after we went forward with the documentation we found on Alexander being the one who set everything up

with Serena, but my father was going to be sentenced for his crimes separately. I doubted this would be the last time I’d have to appear in court to testify against him, but it would be a start. And it was something I needed to do, as much for myself as to make sure that he couldn’t do what he wanted to do to me and Maddox to anyone else. “You’re staring again,” Maddox said, after spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth with water. I laughed. “I’m sorry. Maybe we need to do something about that!” I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth before Maddox grabbed me, flung me over his shoulder and marched back toward the bedroom. Giggling, I landed in a heap on the bedsheets, and he caught me in a cage of kisses and strong arms around my body immediately.

“Is this working?” he asked teasingly, kissing a trail down my neck and making me moan. “Yes,” I purred, bucking my hips against his. “But we don’t have time…” “Doesn’t mean I can’t make my little thing hot and horny before that,” he said, his voice gravelly. I still couldn’t believe I was here now, with a man who so clearly loved me and would do anything for me, and for whom I’d give my life. I trusted him completely now. When he said he would never do anything to hurt me, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was the truth. He was my protector, my lover, my teacher, and most of all, my Daddy. And I was his little thing, now and forever. After the charges were dropped against Maddox, we stopped pretending like we weren’t madly in love with one another. The college he had worked for invited him back, and he would be returning as

soon as I graduated high school. I hadn’t spent a single day at the house after the charges were dropped, basically moving in with Maddox. It was everything I thought it would be. It was dangerous, and dark, and sexy… and then it was loving, affectionate and fun. He indulged my darker side, and I indulged his, and we were both better people for it. “Daddy,” I mewled as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my nighty, making my pussy ache for his cock. “More, please.” He bit my nipple and I yelped, bucking my body against his violently. He held me in place, sucking harder on my nipple as his hand wandered between my legs, fingering me roughly through the fabric of my panties. It felt like heaven, and I never wanted it to stop. My nails raked down his back and I ground against his hand, needy and hazy-eyed. In that moment, the

realization of how close I had been to losing this man struck home with me, and something within me could finally relax. I could go to court today. I could face my abuser, and I would not crumble. And then I would come home and suck my Daddy’s dick so good that he wouldn’t be able to so much as think about anything for hours. Just when Maddox was about to push his fingers in me, the alarm on his phone went off. I groaned as he pulled back from me, releasing me from his hold. “Time to go, little one,” he said in a tone that allowed for no arguments. “I wish we had just a little bit longer,” I sighed, doing as my Daddy told me. He grinned, kissing me on the lips softly, before pulling me up on my feet. “Soon, we’ll have a lifetime,” he promised.

I smiled, vowing to myself that I would make it so. My Daddy had too much to teach me, and I had too much to learn to allow my own fears to cut that short.

THIRTY-ONE

Maddox

T

en months later…

The apartment was packed full of people. Faculty from the college mingled with some of Cora’s new friends, people she’d met on the campus – mostly students, current and former. She hadn’t started classes yet, but she’s well into the first two weeks on the campus, designed to get comfortable with the buildings and surroundings.

“Are we colluding with the enemy now?” Jason Moretz, an archeology professor, asked me with a cock of his brow as he sipped on one of my expensive whiskeys. “You mean the students?” My eyes tracked across the wide, open-spaced living room-kitchen, searching for my red-haired angel. She’d been so busy with preparation for college, and so excited, that I felt like I hadn’t seen nearly enough of her lately. It made sense, what with my own preparations for the oncoming year, but I wasn’t used to it. I liked having her mostly to myself – I knew there was no competition at her high school, but college was a different matter entirely. “Is that not what I said?” Jason asked with a chuckle. “You haven’t been away for that long, Jacobson. Have you suddenly found some sort of deep-seated affection for our blood-sucking educational constituents?”

I refrained from answering. If he only knew… But he was going to find out soon enough. It hadn’t been an easy time. Since Alexander’s passing, Cora had lived with me, but it had taken time for everything to fall into place as it had now. Finding a middle ground between what we’d done, mostly in the hallowed halls of her high school, and the kind of man I wanted to be for her, wasn’t something that happened overnight. Neither one of us wanted to be a regular couple. Regardless of our circumstances and age difference, there was plenty of room to end up on the wrong side of where we wanted to be. Our relationship needed to have a bit of that give and take, an edge to it, willing submission and domination to give us both what we wanted and what we needed. She made me feel more alive than I’d ever been, and I hoped I gave her at least a little bit of what she gave me. She made me younger, she made me

better… and at times, she made me worse, but that’s exactly what we both wanted. A lack of control every now and then in this carefully regulated world was necessary to allow both of us to really breathe. “Great shindig,” Ruth Ellsin said, coming up to me and clinking her white wine glass against mine after Jason wandered off in search of a refill. “I’m glad you’re back, Maddox. The school hasn’t been quite the same without you.” I smiled, partially in thanks and partially because I had to. She was a fellow professor in the English department, and the first one to call for my beheading when the rumors that Serena had so enthusiastically spread started making their way into the ears of the faculty. There was no love lost between us, but that was the case with most staffers. At the end of the day, I couldn’t care less what she thought of me now, or later. I had my job back, my classes were full before the controversy, and I bet

they’d be busting at the seams now, and I had the girl I needed in my life with me. What else could a man desire? To make it official, of course. “Excuse me, Ruth, I see someone I need to talk to,” I said, slipping past her. I wasn’t even sure she noticed that I left. I caught Cora’s red bob in the sea of people that I’d managed to fit into my large apartment. She was so short that she nearly disappeared among the rest of them. I tracked her down just as she made it into the kitchen, slipping my arm around her waist as she moved to grab an appetizer off the stocked plates on the counters. “And how’s my little thing?” I asked, purring in her ear. She gasped and giggled as she wriggled in my grip, trying futilely to free herself. “Daddy,” she whispered, using that name I loved

her calling me, especially if she snuck it in conversation in public. “I thought we were going to be low key now that we’re back here… You know, so I would fit in at school and that you would, well, fit in at school.” I didn’t let her go, in fact I preferred it if she twitched around a little, rubbing her bubble butt against my crotch. Getting hard while surrounded by half the faculty of the college was not something I was supposed to be doing, but I’d never thought that highly of rules anyway. “I don’t care who knows,” I growled, inhaling her scent. It was an aphrodisiac unlike any other. “How about we ditch this joint and go do something more fun?” I asked, making her glance over her shoulder at me. I let her twist around in my arms now, and we were starting to catch a few curious glances here and there. I was a professor straight out of an

unfounded rape accusation by a woman far too young for me. And here I was, whispering sweet nothings into the ear of another young woman far too young for me. The talking heads would certainly start talking. It had been my plan to keep things on the down low. This party was supposed to be just a casual mixer to remind the faculty that I was back, disguised under a faculty-student body mingling event, allowing Cora to come and bring her newfound friends as well. I had been the one saying that it would be better for her if no one knew that we were together, that it would be easier that way. She’d argued with me over it tirelessly. She only stopped when I told her that it was enough, that she would behave. After that, she’d only brought it up when she wanted to be punished, a mischievous glint in her eyes every time as she was made to gag on my cock or take a spanking like the first time at the high school.

It felt like it happened forever ago. And like it was just yesterday, at the same time. “Changing your mind so easily?” Cora asked. I paused at that, my hands on her hips. People were outright gawking now, but that didn’t matter. There was a box in my pocket that had been burning a hole through it for weeks now, and that I was afraid would stay there for a whole lot longer, if I went through with the plan I’d talked Cora into. But right then and there, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. The thought of hiding who we were, how much I loved her, for one more second was the kind of hell that I couldn’t go through. Or make her go through. We couldn’t keep anything in the dark anymore. I took a step back and looked into Cora’s beautiful, green eyes. The party had hushed, everyone watching us now. Cora glanced around, taken aback by the attention we were garnering. “Daddy… they’re staring at us,” she whispered,

leaning into me slightly. “Let them,” I said, doing nothing to stay quiet. I took her hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over her palms. “Cora, from the first time I saw your picture, I knew we were meant to be together. The way we’ve gone about it hasn’t been conventional, it hasn’t been normal by any stretch of the imagination, but it brought us together and for that, I cherish every moment of what we went through together. “I want to protect you, now and forever. I want to keep you safe, I want to keep you happy. I want to be with you, and to be yours… If you’ll have me.” There were gasps and murmurs as I fell down on one knee, taking a velvet box out of my pants’ pocket. I opened it, showing a simple golden band and a princess-cut diamond, beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as she was.

“Cora, will you be my wife… and my little girl, forever?” She didn’t even take a second to think about it. “Daddy, yes! Yes, of course!” she squealed in front of everyone, throwing her arms around my neck and crashing into my lap. Her lips closed over mine and I kissed her ravenously, locking my grip around her waist and pulling her closer. I stood up, holding her, and her feet didn’t touch the ground as I spun her around. “Are you sure?” I asked her, my heart beating a mile a minute. “Yes! I thought you’d never ask,” she laughed, kissing me a dozen times all over my face. “There’s no one else I want to spend my life with than you, Daddy.” I put her down and with my head spinning, I put the ring on her finger. She looked at it and her face shone with a brilliant smile, tears in her eyes.

“I love you, little thing,” I told her, not giving a shit about what everyone else around us thought about it. “I love you, Daddy,” she whispered between feverish tears. The moment was perfect, because she was perfect. And I was the happiest man alive, fuck public opinion.

Epilogue – Cora TWO YEARS LATER

"Daddy, please..." I mewled as his hand slid across my belly. His fingers were soft but rough at the same time, caressing my skin. "Open your legs for Daddy," he muttered, and I did as he asked, my legs parting eagerly to allow him access to my dripping pussy.

I wanted him in there. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to show him he owned me. "Good fucking girl, Cora. Touch yourself for me, be a good little girl." My hand slid down my inner thigh and I moaned when my fingertips pressed into the gentle skin of my leg. "I want you to touch me," I moaned, and he chuckled at my words. "Patience, little thing," he told me. "You have to learn to be patient." I moaned in protest, digging my fingernails into the tender skin of my inner thigh and wanting so much more from him. "What now, Daddy?" I asked, and he gave me a wicked grin. "Now reach between your legs for Daddy," he said darkly. "Open that pussy up for me, let me see how wet you are for me, sweetheart. Show Daddy."

I gasped as my fingers parted my pussy, pulling back my lips to reveal my swollen clit and showing it to Maddox. "Daddy," I begged. "Daddy, let me put a finger inside myself, fucking please." "Not yet," he said sternly. "Patience, remember?" He chuckled as I started moaning. Deeper and deeper, wanting so much more. And he wasn't going to give it to me just yet, that much I knew. He loved teasing me, making me work for it. And I hated it as much as I fucking loved it. Maddox put his hand over mine, my other one still holding my pussy open for him. He guided my hand to the tender skin between my pussy and my asshole and pressed down my fingers on the sensitive area. "Please," I begged again. "Please what?"

My glazed-over eyes went to the bulge in his pants and my mouth watered. I wanted him, and he wanted me just as much. "Are you going to fuck me?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Are you going to beg for it?" he demanded, and I moaned at the words. "Yes, Daddy," I said, a wicked smile taking over my face. "I'll beg for your big beautiful cock to split my little pussy open and show me just what a good girl I've been. Please, Daddy, please, show me... Spread me wide open and fuck my sweet hole with that big fat cock." He groaned and undid the buttons on his pants. His cock sprang free and I reached for it eagerly, wrapping my fingers around the shaft and moaning when I felt a vein throb along its length. "We have to hurry," Maddox told me. He sounded out of breath, his groan needy. "Come here, sweetheart, sit on Daddy's lap."

I climbed off his desk and straddled him, my legs wrapping around his middle. He slid his cock inside me and I gasped when he filled me to the brim, throbbing deliciously inside my tender pussy. "Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, sweetheart, you've got such a tight little pussy for Daddy. Ride me." I did as he told me, slipping up and down his cock, already so close to an orgasm I was gasping with every bit of friction he was giving me. I knew we didn't have much time, and I rode him like it, too. He was groaning in moments, his cock stretching my pussy so wide I thought it would never go back to the way it was. He started thrusting his hips upwards, fucking me harder than I was riding him. I felt myself dripping all over his lap, probably ruining his pants as I rode his rock hard dick. "Such a good little girl, Cora," he told me with a groan, pumping himself inside me. "You're going to make Daddy fucking explode, sweetheart. I'm going to fill that tight little pussy with cum."

"Yes, Daddy! Please!" I begged. "Please fill me up, please make my pussy drip with Daddy's seed." "Fuck yes," he groaned, and I felt him swelling up impossibly. His cock twitched and erupted, spilling his hot cum inside me. I gasped as my own orgasm took over, riding it out on his cock and milking him for every drop of seed I could get inside me. I squeezed my pussy tight, milking him dry as his body spasmed. He grabbed my hips and raised me off his cock, his cum dripping all over my thighs as he set me down on my feet. I was shaking, mewling for him to keep going, and I could tell he had to restrain himself from fucking me again. "Pull your skirt down," he barked at me, and I followed his instructions almost deliriously, wandering to the other end of the room. Maddox zipped himself up just as the door to the room flew open and students spilled into the classroom.

I sat in the first row for his lecture, grinning wide every time he looked in my direction. If only his students knew what we'd done moments earlier at the desk he was now sitting behind. I licked my lips thinking about the cum Maddox had hastily wiped with a tissue before the room filled up with people. I knew he was trying not to look at me during class, but I kept sneaking glances, hoping he'd look my way, hoping he'd notice how wet I still was for him. He looked whenever he thought no one would notice, and I hoped I was the only one who noticed when his bulge got too big and he had to sit down at his desk. I stared at him for the rest of the lecture, my eyes wide and my legs crossed tightly because I was deliriously afraid someone would notice just how wet he was making me. Finally, once the class was over, I got up from my seat and slowly put my things in my bag. Maddox waited for everyone else to leave before

he approached me, pressing a fleeting kiss on my lips. "Let's go home," he told me. We drove to our apartment with his hand resting on my thigh, caressing me gently. I wanted more, always, but I knew our games were done for the day. I needed some rest, anyway. The day had been long and tiring, and I just wanted to lie down in bed next to him and have him massage me until I fell asleep. Back at home, Maddox made me stand in the bathroom while he peeled my clothes off slowly. They ended up in a pile at my feet and I shielded my body from his eyes with my hands. Gently, he pried my arms away and looked at me. "You're so fucking beautiful," he told me, his voice raspy. "I don't know what I've done to deserve you."

"I think this is all a dream sometimes," I admitted. "I'm afraid I'll wake up and you'll be gone, just like that." "I could never leave you, sweetheart," he promised me, his fingers trailing a line down to my belly. "And you'll always have something of mine." He caressed my swollen stomach and I smiled up at him. The baby kicked as if on cue and Maddox grinned at me. "Feisty one, just like his mom," he told me. He took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. There, he dressed me up in my most comfortable PJs before making me lie down on the bed. My eyes were heavy and I was tired, but I was also enjoying the moment too much to drift off to sleep just yet. Maddox pulled my shirt up, revealing my belly, and got some lotion out of his nightstand. With gentle motions, he rubbed it into my skin and I moaned with pleasure as he did it.

"Only a few weeks to go," he reminded me. "Are you excited?" "Yes," I told him, then added, "And scared. I'm really scared." "What are you scared of, sweetheart?" he asked me. I hesitated before answering, unsure of just how honest I should be with him. "I'm scared I won't be your little girl anymore," I finally admitted in the smallest of voices. Maddox stopped rubbing my stomach and made me look at him. There were tears welling in my eyes and I wanted to hide them badly, but he wouldn't let me look away. His eyes were glued to mine as he started to speak. "You'll always be my little girl," he promised me. "I don't give a fuck what happens. And you gave me the best gift any man could ask for. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on your ass once

this is over, Cora." He slipped a finger between my lips and I gasped. "You're still my little slut," he said gently. "And you're still the love of my life. I'll still fuck you in my classroom, but I'll also love you like I've never loved anyone before. Is that fucking clear, sweetheart?" "Yes," I managed to get out. "Yes, what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. By then, a small smile was playing on my lips and I wanted to tease him a little. "Yes, Daddy," I told him, batting my eyelashes innocently. He groaned, saying, "That game you're playing is going to get you into a world of trouble, little girl." "I can't wait," I told him, grinning wide. THE END

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