7. Chapter 7
The club door swings open with a hiss of black velvet, and Mina’s eyes widen as she takes in the flicker of neon, the low groan of bodies tangled on leather couches.
It’s been a month since the restaurant. Karen is still pouting but Mina and I are happier than pigs in shit.
I proposed to her on a knee, put a three-carat pink diamond on her finger then married her a week later in a ceremony with just us at a town along a route through the mountains of North Carolina.
Now, back home, I wanted to give my daughter-wife a new adventure I know she will love.
I pause, squeezing her hand just inside the door as the security wall of two men in black stare us down.
“You’re late,” one of them says as Mina leans into me, her eyes darting to the movement and sounds of sex and pain threading themselves through the low thrum of wordless music.
“Five minutes. We’re here. I mean, look what I brought.” I nod to my daughter, dressed in the clothes I bought for her. Blatantly intending to make her look young, as if being eighteen isn’t young enough, but we’re here to put on a show.
Only I haven’t shared any of those details with her yet.
Both men in black nod and blink. One of them points toward the area near the center of the club, cordoned off by floor-to-ceiling black curtains.
I don’t need a map to know where to go. I’ve been here before with old friends, the occasional night when I needed to get the fuck away from Karen and remember there’s another world outside of stifling suburbia and Pottery Barn furniture.
Not that I’ve brought anyone here before. I’ve been purely a spectator in the past, but it all felt empty. The company was good, and the idea appealed, but I needed another piece of the puzzle.
I know now what that missing piece was. And she’s right here beside me.
“What is this? You said we were going to a show.” Mina’s hands grab my forearm as I walk us forward. She stumbles a step in the new heels, making her look inexperienced and out of her element, which only fuels the perverted fantasies of the men who eye us as we walk forward.
“It is a show, baby. Just trust me. Always trust Daddy.”
The air is thick with sweat, cologne, and money. A bassline throbs underfoot, vibrating through my boots as I grip her wrist tighter. Her skin’s already warm against mine, a fragile porcelain thing beneath my palm.
“Daddy,” she whispers, playing innocent when I’m sure she’s putting together the pieces of what’s ahead for her tonight.
A dozen men lean against the walls, their stares already tracking her like prey.
One whistles low when I nudge her forward by the ass, my thumb digging into the curve of flesh there to remind them this prize is claimed.
She stumbles a step, then straightens, chin up, pretending not to notice the way their eyes devour her, lingering on her collarbone, and that faint scar just beneath her shoulder blade from where she fell off her bike when she was ten.
I weave us around a few groups of onlookers, tucking us through the slit in the black curtains and raising the pink gift bag in my other hand upward.
“Be a big girl. I got you this so you can hold onto it tonight and be brave.” My growl vibrates into the silence between us, a smirk sharp enough to cut glass.
She blushes deeper, those freckles dusting her cheeks like cinnamon, and I trace a nail down her throat for emphasis. Tonight’s a new lesson.
The members here paid good money for this.
The raised bed dominates the curtained room as she shivers, taking the bag from my hand and crinkling the tissue paper inside, finally pulling out the gift, or prop, for what’s coming.
“Oh look,” I purr, yanking her ponytail so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “You think I don’t listen, but I’m always listening.”
Her blue eyes light up, cheeks pink, and that innocence returns as her lashes dust her lids.
“Thank you.” She squeezes the stuffed rabbit to her chest. It’s some limited edition, expensive shit brand that’s all the rage right now. She showed it to me a few days ago when she was scrolling on some app, saying they have the softest fur and real cut-crystal eyes.
I ordered one for her as soon as she fell asleep. We’ve been driving a lot, she’s doing her final school work for her diploma, and I’ve bought us a new house fifty miles away from Karen.
All her stuffed animals are still at the other house, so making sure she had this special one for tonight was as much to make her happy as it was for my benefit.
Her hair glows gold under the lights from above, strands sticking to the sweat already beading on her temples.
“Thank you.” The rabbit’s face is smashed into her neck, her arms hugging it tight.
The pink and brown fur is fucking soft, but not as soft as my daughter’s pussy, which very soon I will be balls deep inside, showing off my prized possession and all the lessons she’s learned so far. “But what is this place?”
I’m already shucking her dress off with one hand. The fabric tears as I tug, then pools at her feet, leaving her in lace so sheer I can see her nipples pressed against it beneath, and the slit between her legs showing as a dark line.
“You wanted men to look...” I reach passed her and tug open the curtains, then lean close, my free hand cupping her throat as their cheers ripple through the room. “Well, now they’re watching, aren’t they?”
Her breath hitches, a shiver of defiance trembling in her throat before she can hide it. “I—I didn’t want this—”
“Shh.” I crush her lie with a kiss, my tongue forcing its way past her lips to claim the heat inside.
My fingers dig into her waist, urging her closer as our teeth clack in the frenzy of it all, until I lift her onto the bed, her legs wrapping around me instinctively even as her heels drag down my ass.
I press her down and step back, shoving her knees wide, moving the scrap of fabric to the side showing off that wet little teenage snatch.
The room lights up like a damn disco ball aimed at her dripping center when I spread her knees.
Someone wolf-whistles again from the shadows.
“Look at that tight little cunt… she’s glistening.
” The words are lecherous, grating against our silence, but she stays still, lips parted, lashes fluttering as if this is all too much for a “proper” girl.
“That’s his actual daughter. Barely eighteen.” A fat, balding fuck says to another fat, balding asshole beside him, his hand already jerking on his pathetic dick.
That’s the fantasy we’ve sold them for tonight. She took my name when we married, so legally we are family and the pictures I provided of us together over the last ten years, brought us a hefty sum for our ‘performance’ tonight.
“Mina,” I warn, my thumb dragging through her slit before rubbing her clit.
She gasps, hips rolling instinctively into the touch as her back arches.
My greedy girl. “You’re wet as I expected.
Daddy’s little whore likes getting shown off,” I smirk, my dick tenting my jeans, as turned on as she is by the idea of being watched.
I groan low enough for only her to hear. “These fuckers paid for a show.”
The next words come out slow and deliberate, so everyone hears them. “Suck Daddy’s cock, baby.” I bite her earlobe, hard enough to sting but not break the skin, as I drag her by the hair to the edge of the bed, then push her down to her knees, unzipping and setting myself free.
“Daddy—”
“Do it.” I don’t need to repeat myself. The first groan escapes me when those lips wrap around the head of my cock, warm and hesitant as if still unlearning some lesson about modesty. “Ignore the strangers, baby,” I growl. “Just suck Daddy like he taught you.”
She obeys instantly, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deeper.
The voices all around are a cacophony beneath the beat of the music as she reacts to the energy of the crowd.
She quickly turns greedy, throat-deep, swallowing every drop that spills between those perfect pink lips.
A man whistles sharply when my hips thrust forward, dragging her face up and down my length.
She flinches back, but I catch her chin again, forcing her to lick me clean.
“Now.” My voice is gravel, my hands steadying her hips as I snap my fingers. “Get on there, ass up, face down.”
She starts to push to her feet, but I’m all about the theater right now, so I grab her by the hair, then the ass and flip her onto all fours on the bed, reaching for the leather sheath I always wear on my belt, unsnapping the leather and pulling out the glinting knife.
“Be a good girl.” I whisper as I cut the little thong off her body, then the bra, scratching the tip of the knife down her back and into the crack of her ass then secure it back into its holster.
Men crowd around the stage. Women, too. All their hands inside pants and panties as they watch me strip off my shirt and jeans. A collective groan goes up when I position myself behind her, cockhead brushing her hole, then slapping down on her ass a few times.
She whimpers, those long legs trembling beneath my grip, not from fear but anticipation.
“You see that guy over there?” My breath rasps against the shell of her ear as I nod toward the man in the black suit who’s already jerking off against a pillar. “He’s been waiting months for this view.”
I hold myself steady, reaching under her body with one hand, thumb pressing into her clit as I push forward, stretching her with every inch of my thickness until she’s panting like prey caught in the headlights.
“Oh, God... Daddy!” She arches back, the moan tearing from her throat as an orgasm breaks over her, the turn on of being watched like this more than she could control.
“Shhh.” I silence her with a hard smack on her hip as mine start moving faster, pistoning now that she’s squirted and soaked me from root to balls. Her pleasure pushes me to the edge. Her arousal is my fucking drug.
The club’s noise fades to just her mewls and the wet slap of skin against skin as the beat of the music thuds in time with my pulse. Her hair falls around her face as I move, sweat glinting under the lights.
Another groan. We’re a tangle of heat, bodies synced to the rhythm only we know.
“I want to see your face.” I pull out as the crowd watches. “Roll over and spread your legs wide for your father. I raised that pussy, it’s mine to do as I please.”
She trembles and rolls in a clumsy ball onto her back as I reach over and grab her new stuffed toy and pushing into her hands.
“Hold onto your toy, baby. Daddy’s going to hurt you, but you need to be brave”, she squeezes the rabbit as her knees fall open offering herself, showing me that pink heaven that’s my obsession.
When I push back inside in one hard thrust, my mind goes blank. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea how good you feel.”
She bucks against me, whimpering into the rabbit as she holds it to her mouth.
“I’m happy that I make you feel good.” She admits, playing for the crowd but it’s also truth. She gets off on how crazy she makes me. How insane I get for her perfect, bare little pussy.
I hold her hips in my fierce grip, knots forming in the muscles down my back as her insides flex around me. Fuck, she’s so tight. These men would give their left nut to be where my dick is right now.
“Hold onto your bunny while Daddy comes inside you, baby.” Her trusting, innocent eyes are on mine as she holds the rabbit to her chest. “Look what you do to me. What you make me do.”
“I’m yours, Daddy.” She pants, cheeks pink as I bury myself to the hilt. “The tickle feeling is coming now. Can I come, daddy? Please, please--” the only answer I give is a nod because I’m there too—a low roar tearing free as I spill into her. Her hips buck wildly as my warm spurts coat her walls.
“My little girl. My good girl.” I moan helplessly, a slave to the orgasm that explodes from my balls.
She moans and twists, hugging the toy as the crowd turns feral.
“Good girl.” I praise as I stand straight, exhaling hard but when I look down, her eyes are on fire, a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
“Tell me I feel better than mommy ever did.” She asks, loud enough for the onlookers to hear.
What the fuck?
Her eyes flick toward a group of men as her passage clamps down around my dick. I swell again inside her, ready for round two.
“God, you are a bad girl. So bad but you make your father feel so good.” I grunt with another thrust, pushing the cream back up inside her as she locks her ankles around my ass.
I force volume into my voice. If these fuckers want the fantasy, we’re going to give it to them.
“Mommy never did the things you do for me baby. That’s why I had to start using you this way.
You know you make me want to come inside you, you want that, don’t you?
You want to make me come inside you every time? ”
She nods as the tension in the room rises a notch. Sweat runs down the indent of my spine.
“I want you to only come inside me, Daddy” She adds, with an innocent lilt to her voice. “Promise, you won’t fuck Mommy any more. Promise me daddy.”
I pound into her like a maniac, her tits jiggling as she hugs that stuffed animal and screams and the men watching look like they are about to lose their minds.
“I won’t fuck mommy anymore baby. I promise.
” I grit out, pump, pump, pump. Skin slapping, her body tightening around me.
“Daddy promises, but then you know, you have to do this for me whenever I want. You’re going to have to let daddy inside you whenever he gets hard.
Be my good girl and say you love me now.
I’m coming inside you again, baby. Again—”
I hear the muffled sound of her admission of love as my climax tears through me. I shudder and curse and go blind with pleasure as the fantasy of what we are to each other digs its claws into my soul.
We come hard, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. Her golden hair sticks to the side of my face, her green eyes drifting with lust. The crowd is mesmerized, but she ignores them, looking up at me.
“I love you.” I whisper, the onlookers fading into the distance.
“I love you too. I have for so long.”
I pull back, hating to leave the heat of her body, but I want to give her what I know she wants.
I step sideways, slapping her legs wider, making sure her cunt is in the light as my white, creamy load starts to seep from her center.
They can look all they want, they’re never going to have what I have. She holds the rabbit, toes curled on the bed, her hand reaching out as I step to the side of the bed, feeding my slick cock to her lips.
“Clean me up now baby.”
Right now, in a crowded room of onlookers, it’s just us. Always.
On the road. In our home. Showing her off. Doesn’t matter. We’re family. Forever.