Lily
The house feels different. Something darker simmering under the place where I’ve always felt safe.
This was Dane’s house when he and my mother married. When we first came here, I remember telling my mom it was a mansion.
She shushed me and told me to be seen and not heard, that this man was our meal ticket and she wasn’t going to have me ruin it for her.
Now, sitting inside, the air smells like the scent of a storm right before it breaks.
His last text told me what to wear. A lavender tank dress he bought me three years ago for my birthday. A girl’s body changes a lot from fifteen to eighteen.
It’s far too small. My breasts are pushing up on the low-slung neckline and the hem hits just under the curve of my butt cheeks.
No bra. No panties. I want to just see my little girl in her little dress when I walk in the door.
My pussy gushes when I hear his car pull up.
I’m shaking by the time he shuts the front door.
It’s not just the house that feels different, it’s him.
We’re not in school anymore. We’re not pretending.
I turn to look at him the way I have thousands of times when he came home from work as I sat at the counter doing homework or lay on the couch watching anime. He would always greet me first and smile.
“Hey baby, how was your day?”
But, the way he says it now, I know everything is different.
His tie is already off.
He just walks toward me like something ancient and hungry, and every step has the thousand knots tightening down low in my belly.
"Bedroom," he says.
One word.
But it hits me between my thighs like a hammer.
I nod, biting into my lower lip as I turn and pad across the wood floor toward the curved stairway.
He follows me up, and when I pause in front of the door to my bedroom he growls.
“No, I’m going to fuck you in my bed. Your bedroom will be for playtime when I want."
My breath hitches as heavy hands rest on my shoulders guiding me forward.
I slip through the door and his hands lift.
Then he spins me on my toes to face him.
His gaze drops, takes in my dress, the nervous way I’m twisting the hem.
"Good girl. I can see your little nipples through the fabric."
I shake as he walks in an inspecting circle around me. His hands lowering to pinch the hem of my dress drawing it upward.
When he finally pulls the soft fabric over my head and drops it to the floor, he steps back and drinks me in like he’s waited years for this.
"So fucking perfect," he groans reaching for the front of his pants and rubbing himself. "Daddy’s beautiful girl. You know how much I love you, don’t you?"
I can’t move.
Not when he sinks to his knees in front of me. Not when he presses his mouth to my belly.
"You feel better now?" he asks. “Knowing you are all mine?”
"Yes."
He kisses lower.
"You feel wanted?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Lower still.
"Then lie down. Open those legs. Daddy’s going to have to hurt you a little, but then, I promise, I’ll make it all better."
I climb onto the bed, trembling as he grips my knees pushing them wide.