Chapter 9
NINE
Scotch
“I don’t think I’ll get invited back too soon. My mother will never speak to me again.”
“Baby, your mother will be fine. Everything will be fine because I’m going to make it fine.”
I’ve got her on speaker while she’s following me in her POS Buick to my main garage where I work on mostly high-end classic cars and keep my own collection. I told her I wanted to show her my place which is a huge open space above the storage space at the garage but I have other motives.
“Everything is just so crazy since the other night. It’s like life I’m in a fun house only some of it isn’t so fun.”
“Baby. I said, leave your worries with me. You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen if I can. Your mother? She’ll get over it. We’re together. That’s that. She’ll come around. I can be charming if I want to and a woman like your mother? Baby, she’s addicted to charm.”
I distract her and ask her questions for the rest of the drive. I want to know everything from when she has her period, to when she feels the happiest, what cereal she likes…everything.
She wants to be a singer. Fuck, yeah, she’s got a voice that would take her to the top for sure. Her dad is sick, but she won’t give me much intel on that for now. I ask about her favorite color, food, whatever I can get out of her until we start coming up on the driveway to the garage.
That fucking blow job she gave wrecked me. I was gone for her before, but now? There’s no path back and I hope like hell I can be the man she wants me to be.
We pull into the parking lot and I lead her through the back, four of my guys are in the bays working and they give me the side eye but I just nod back. I don’t even want them looking at her. She’s got that dreamy, flushed look still from being oxygen deprived which I plugged her throat with my dick and my scent is on her so everyone in here better know to back the fuck off.
There’s a gut punch of jealousy that darkens me for a moment because I realize, I’ll be on guard like this for the rest of my life. Not because I think she’s going to step out, but just because I know what I have. She’s high fucking value and I know, there will be other’s sniffing around from now until the end of time trying to get a piece of the perfection that she is.
Good fucking luck. I’ll leave a trail of bodies behind if necessary.
My bone deep need to claim her is unrelenting. She doesn’t know the hold she has over me but in time, she will and god love her, I’m sure she’ll use it to get everything she wants out of me and I’ll be happy to give it.
“This way.” I guide her with my arm over her shoulders through the open garage bays, pointing out this and that as we go until I get to the other end of the shop where there’s a fire door with a keypad.
I punch in the code and reach inside, flipping on the light then step inside with her next to me.
“Wow!” Her blue eyes light up as she takes in the huge space filled with classic cars I’ve restored over the years. “They are beautiful!”
“Which one is your favorite?” I ask, watching her glide forward, her feet in those little white ballerina type shoes, her fingernails each painted a different sparkling pastel color as she touches the chrome and moves from one car to the next.
She hugs her center, looking at the ten choices and I already know which one is going to be hers.
“That one.” She smiles and giggles and I’m so fucking done. That sound of her happiness is my new muse. The anger that used to feed me is swallow up by her lightness and I have a new and laser focused purpose in my life.
To make her happy and hear her laugh.
“Sit inside.” I walk next to her, sliding my hand down her ass with a squeeze as she chips and I open the door to the 1958 Cadillac 62 Hardtop in robin’s egg blue to match her eyes.
She slips behind the wheel on the white leather with her blue dress and she was born for this fucking car.
“It’s so fun! I feel like I’m in a time machine.”
She’s bouncing on the seat like a little girl and grinning so big my heart fucking cracks open. I jog over to the wall, open up the safe and come back, handing her the keyring.
“It’s yours, baby. Daddy’s not letting you drive around in that POS Buick anymore. You drive this until we get you something more for everyday with airbags and shit. This will get you around for now.”
“No!”
“Yes. Don’t fucking argue or I’m going to stuff my dick down your throat again.”
She bites her lip, crinkling her nose. “Promise?”
Uh huh.
My blinding need to fuck her and make this official shortens up her playtime behind the wheel. As much as a car fuck is in her future with me, for now, I want something with a little more room to maneuver.
I lead her to the back and up the stairs, punching another code into a keypad and opening up the door to my place.
“Holy moly!” She skips inside. It’s wide open, all white walls with classic car parts as artwork on the walls and some hanging from the ceiling. “This is cool.”
“Fits me.” I say but my muscles are tense. There’s no turning back now and my urgent need is ruthlessly pounding inside of me.
There’s buzzing inside my head and I don’t think she understands the lengths I will go to to protect her and keep her bound to me forever. The ball of hate and anger where my heart used to be is being replaced by this new monster who will stop at nothing to give her the world and fuck her like a deviant.
I come up from behind her, taking one second to rip down the zipper on the back of her dress as she squeals then I drag her by her hair to my bed and throw her down.
“You probably deserve better than this, baby. Your first time should be sweet and slow but that’s not how it’s going to be. It’s going to be raw and rough and I’ll apologize now.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers as I tug the rest of her dress away and point to her bra.
“Get that off.”
She does what I order without question and she’s so fucking perfect I nearly choke on it. I think for a moment, I don’t even know how old she is. She’s young, fuck, yeah, she’s young Scotch, but how young?
It’s not like my father wouldn’t have let her in the club even if she was fucking fourteen.
Fourteen. No, she’s driving, she’s at least—
“How fucking old are you?” I bark as I pry her thighs open.
What if she says seventeen? Fucking sixteen? Will I stop? Can I?
I’m fucking sick.
I reach forward and slip a finger into her wetness letting the soft warmth soothe me.
In for a penny, in for a pound as they say.
“Answer me.” I grit out. “I’m fucking you anyway, you’re mine, but I need to know. Am I going to prison?”
She works her bottom lip as I find her clit and start to rub, her knees opening for me like the perfect girl she is.
“No prison,” she says and I believe her as her wetness slips around my fingers and I work the tips of two just inside.
“Fucking cherry tight.”
“How old do you want me to be, Daddy?” She adds and I know I’m going to hell. That’s fine, as long as I get to spend this life in heaven with her, what happens after, I don’t give a shit.
“No number. Just know I’ve been a shit human up until you. Up until now. That’s who I was and who I might be again but not to you. Never to you. I’ll be your Daddy, your everything. The wall your problems break themselves against because I will always stand between you and whatever is going to hurt you.”
She hums as I slip a finger back inside, her lush tits swaying on her chest as her body starts to move.
“I don’t care what you do. As long as you don’t want anyone but me, Daddy. I want to be your best good girl, but your only girl.”
“That’s written in stone, baby. No one else. Ever. I may be an asshole but I’m not a liar.” I work her clit with the pad of my thumb and my dick aches for that hot baby maker to wrap around and milk me dry. “Same goes for you. You get the idea to look around? Won’t be healthy for whoever thinks they have a shot.”
She shakes her head, mouth open, blush on her cheeks. “Never.”
Pre-cum spurts from my dick as I strip down. I drop between her legs and take a long slow lick, her body already arching and shaking.
I lick her to a shaking orgasm then dig my knees into the bedding getting good and solid so I can take her the way I want.
I’m so fucking hard, I slap her clit a few times until she’s paying attention, then position myself at her cherry entrance and reach out and squeeze her tit.
“You’re going to fill these with milk for me. You’ll feed me whenever I want. You’ll keep them milky and full. When our babies come, I’ll share with them, but remember, these tits are mine and feeding your Daddy is your responsibility. Just like sucking my cock when I want. Bending over and taking me when I want. And opening those legs so I can eat my fill when I want. Got it?”
She nods, her belly shaking like a leaf as I blanket her with my body, my lips at her ear.
“Daddy’s going to make you a big girl. Try not to cry…”
My place in hell secured, I thrust forward. Plowing through her resistance and ripping her innocence with my girth in one try. She’s so fucking tiny it’s a rubber band around the first inches I have inside but I need inside there before I blow.
“Let me in.” I grunt, rutting and bucking as she squeals and claws at my back.
“Daddy, daddy.” She sobs. “Wait, please, Daddy.”
I’ve got a lot of inches for her to take but I have to say, I warned her.
I reach up and grab her upper arms holding her down, panting and thrusting in and out, in and out until her eyes roll back and her pussy flexes around me.
“You’re gonna get all that cum, baby, don’t worry, don’t rush it by clamping down on Daddy.”
“It hurts.” She hisses, eyes squeezed shut.
“You’re going to feel good soon. But, I need to fuck.”
I huff and grunt like a bear, the weight of my balls like two iron weights as they slap on her ass, my body pushing her wider and wider.
I’m digging a trench and she’s going off like a wildcat under me. I lock on her eyes, making sure she’s safe and I see the flames there. The desire. The lust.
“You’re doing perfect. Just open your legs a little wider, I’m going to get in there deep, baby.”
Her soft tits press on my chest as my muscles tangle into knots.
“Is that good?” She asks, the crack of pain in her voice lessening as I pound forward, harder, faster, pump, pump, pump.
“Yes, good. So good, baby.”
I rake my teeth on her neck, humping her like a prisoner on release day.
“I won’t tell either.” She delivers the final blow. “I’ll be quiet. No one will hear.”
Fuck me.
“Good girl.”
“It feels good.” She whispers as I bottom out, her slick lubrication mixing with the sticky blood coming from the damage I’ve caused. “Come inside me Daddy.”
“I love you, baby. Daddy loves you so much.” I hiss between clenched teeth as her body goes into spasm, I grind myself against her, giving her clit some hard friction as her heat pulses and slick juice drips down my balls.
“I love you too.” She sobs as I lose it. My lust overflows as her pussy’s vise grip doubles down.
She’s twisting and screaming, “Oh, God, Daddy, fuck—”
I clamp my hand over her mouth, the orgasm blinding me as I pin her with my eyes. “Shhhh, quiet baby, you don’t want anyone to hear.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I roar to the ceiling as she comes under me, humping upward as she takes my full length, the first hot seed spraying against her womb. She’s mine. For fucking ever.
I pound through my orgasm as I hold my hand in place, eyes on hers, whispering filth as the thick, baby -making cream finds its home, raw and into her untouched home.
I collapse onto her softness, releasing my hand from her mouth and replacing it with my lips. Kissing away her whimpers until her breathing steadies, and her eyes drift closed.
I’m panting and thanking Jesus for her by the time I’m done. She’s half delirious as I gather her into my arms and settle her under the covers, snuggling in behind her, giving my cock it’s first taste of that world class ass.
I slip up and down her ass crack as it cradles my erection and her breathing turns low and steady.
“Soon, little one. Soon you’ll be taking me here too.” I give her a slow ass cheek fuck until I come again but she sleeps through it. Soon enough, I’ll fill her up again, and again until my little girl is bred with Daddy’s seed and she knows she’s never getting away.