Page 134 of Morally Gray Daddies

And damn it. I couldn’t stop crying. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer, and I was filled with a sense of impending doom. Damon was still holding the bottle.

“I bet you want my cock, baby, don’t you? I bet you’ve dreamed of my cock all these years. No other man can pleasure you the way I did. Isn’t that right, babygirl?”

He caressed my cheek, and I nodded emphatically, thankful for the turn this had taken and the opportunity to appease him. I didn’t even have to lie. What Damon and I had was far different than what Fin and I had so in that sense, no other man had pleasured me the way he had. And in this moment, if that’s all he did, even if he did it without my explicit consent, I’d be eternally grateful.

But the gentleness didn’t last. Damon slapped my face again, harder even than before. “You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve Daddy’s cock.”

So then don’t give it to me? Jesus, this man was giving me emotional whiplash with his mood swings.

“You belong to me, babygirl. Always and forever. I promised too, and I keep my promises.”

What the fuck was happening?

I didn’t have to wonder long when he pushed my dress up to my hips, pooling the excess fabric around my belly, leaving me exposed from the waist down.

“Bad girls get fucked, but they don’t get Daddy’s cock.” He pushed my panties aside, and moved the hand holding the bottle between my legs.

I screamed, as best I could with the tape covering my mouth. I no longer cared if that was what he wanted or didn’t want. I could have taken him fucking me, his cock inside me with or without my consent, but I couldn’t take this. It was too much.

Too cold. Too impersonal. Too humiliating. Too hateful.

The neck of the bottle pushed up against my soft folds and I screamed again, but the muffled sound seemed to please him. He grinned wickedly.

“You should have been a good girl,” he whispered.

The tears were falling fast now, the salty liquid gathering at the edges of my mouth, wetting the tape.

All I could do was scream, though no one, not even Damon would really hear me. All I could do was cry tears I couldn’t even wipe away. All I could do now was wait for it to be over.

Damon

It was all her fault. All of it. The drug dealing, the getting caught, the longer-than-it-should-have-been sentence, the years of misery, all of it was her fault.

Even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t true, but that didn’t matter. I came here to get my revenge. To put her through even a fraction of the misery I’d had to endure. What happened after that? I was fooling myself to think it would be anything good.

There was no alternate universe where Sabrina and I finally got our happy ending; I knew that, just like I knew that I was probably making things worse for myself. I didn’t care. I was beyond caring. Life in the outside world without Sabrina was no less hopeless than life behind bars had been. Maybe after all of this was over, I would just end it.

It seemed like the only answer.

For now, I just wanted to make my last day here on earth worth it. I just wanted her. Any way I had to have her. Every way I could possibly have her. Just her.

Sucking in a breath, I pushed the neck of the bottle up inside her, and watched her eyes grow wide with fear. Memories assaulted me. Was that what my own face had looked like when it happened to me?

Why did her fear, written all over her face, make my dick hard? How fucked-up was I?

“How’s that feel, baby girl?” I murmured, watching her eyes as I fucked her with the neck of the bottle, shoving it inside her as far as it would go, pulling it back out then thrusting it in again. “Do you like that? Does it make you wish you hadn’t been such a bad girl for Daddy?”

Her head bobbed up and down, even as her lower half tried to climb up the bed as if she could get away from me. Silly girl. There was nowhere she could go, and she should know better.

“Tut, tut,” I scolded her gently, clicking my tongue as I shook my head. “Don’t try to get away from Daddy. Of course I shouldn’t be surprised. That’s what a bad girl would do.” I wiggled my eyebrows as a smile spread across my face. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, though?”

Chapter Five

Fin

Usually when a two-bit, small-town drug dealer gets out of prison, it doesn’t make the national news. When that same drug dealer was from a town that was recently wrapped up in a huge decade-long scandal, and was just connected to America’s Sweetheart, one of the biggest triple threats in Hollywood, that changes.

I was thirty miles outside of our hometown when I heard the news report. Bile filled my stomach and rose up to my throat. If Damon was out of jail… At the same time we were going back home… I had a feeling I knew the first place he would go.

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