"Daddy."
"Yes, babygirl, what's the matter?"
I stare into his ocean-blue eyes, feeling my heartbeat fasten second by second. I know these feelings aren't good, but I can't help but fall into his seduction trap.
"I'll be heading out now. See you later. Have a nice day." I look at him once more before grabbing my bag.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asks me, throwing a glance at me.
I scan the room once, eyeing my torn panties from last night lying lonely beside the bed. Feeling the heat rush up to my face, I dash straight towards the bed to pick it up.
Stuffing it into my bag... I turn around and look toward the couch; however, no one is sitting there anymore.
"How the? He was just sitting there a second ago," I mumble to myself, getting ready to leave once more.
"Are you looking for Daddy?"
"Ahhhhhh, how did you get here?"
"How cute! You don't yell like that when my cock is in you. Have I been too lenient with you?" he asks, pulling me by the hand.
"No, no, no." I shake my head furiously. "I need to head out now; I'll be late for work. We can talk later, please. Moreover, Lia will be here soon, and I don't want her to see me with you." I look up at him, trying to convince him to let go of my hand.
"Do you think I care if she comes?" he chuckles, revealing the most seductive smile a man can have. "Babygirl, I think you don't understand this at all. You belong to me; I don't care about Lia or anyone else seeing us together. Sooner or later, they will find out what a bad girl you are."
"Daddy, I, um, will be late." I mutter under my breath, still loud enough for him to hear it.
"And I don't care." His fingers trace my jaw slowly as I feel his stare rip my clothes off of my skin with his eyes. Gently raising up my chin, he looks into my eyes for what feels like eternity, only for him to close his eyes again.
"Sigh." He sighs deeply and pulls me closer to him, squeezing my breast against his chest.
"Who owns your body?" he asks.
"Daddy owns my body."
"Who owns your heart?"
"Daddy."
"Who do you love?"
"I love you, Daddy," I say, staring at his lips and wishing he might kiss me.
"And who loves you?" he whispers, moving an inch closer to me.
"Ummmm," I stammer. It was hard to believe he would ever feel anything for me. He is so perfect in every way, and I am just some cute little girl who he finds occasionally. I know how many women crave to have him, and I will never be in a position to ask him to love me. Lost in my thoughts, I overlook the storm brewing in his eyes because of my late reply. Suddenly, I feel his hand around my neck, forcing me to look at him.
"Aren't you dumb? Why did I fall for such a dumb little thing?" he says scornfully, throwing me a look of neglectfulness.
"Daddy, umm, wait, what?" I widen my eyes in surprise, smiling like a fool, realizing that this evil man just said what I had been waiting for.