Page 14 of Lesson on Depravity

I believe in him, and he believes in me, too, but this is different. When I had asked to live on my own so I can get on my own feet just a mere two weeks ago, he had been strangely supportive as if he knows that I would be coming back to him.

There was no way he could have predicted that Javier of all people would wander around in the enemy’s territory so boldly, but I know what I saw. I saw Javier, and I wasn’t dreaming because it was in board daylight.

“Please, Daddy?”

I’m not sure what I’m begging for. I want him to humor my selfishness one more time and let me work at the company. I want him to forgive me for bringing this up in a manner not suitable for the scene. And, I want him to know that my body really can’t take any more of his sinful thickness anymore.

His hands reach down to my thighs, knocking them further apart and breaking my fall with the straining sheets under my knees. This action causes my hips to lower, swallowing more of his cock and pressing too tightly against the deepest part of me.

There is no way he is able to fit more of himself inside, but he proves me wrong as he pulls back and slams back. His cock thickens, stretching my aching walls and pulling apart my tiny hole further as cum shoots out to smear the coiling muscles.

I groan into the pillow; the heat of his cum is too much and too thick as it triggers another but smaller orgasm from my exhausted body.

I hazily feel the slow trickle of creamy cum from his gaping hole his cock had left as he twists me around. My back bounces on the bed, his muscular form hovers above me rather threateningly.

His lips find mine, slanting and dominating the last breath of my lungs as it burns. I gasp weakly, panting heavily with glossy eyes when his face blurs above me.

“We will discuss this matter in the morning, princess.”

I bite my lips as I’m afraid to make him take back his words. I want to finish this uncertain conversation right now, so I don’t have this matter hanging over my head for the rest of the night.

I don’t dare to go against his words because they are absolute.

“Daddy isn’t trying to be mean, baby, and I don’t want to be unreasonable either.”

I know that. If Daddy is anything like the rumors of how people see him and witness his violent side, then he would never let me even have an option.

He loves me, and this is his way of telling me that his tolerance for me exceeds his need for control.

“You promise we’ll talk?” I tentatively ask, hand reaching up to faintly trace the sharp angle of his jawline and the scruffiness of his facial hair.

“Promise, Coco, now I want you to sleep.”

His weight comes down on me, trapping me on the bed with his arms caging my body. We’re sticky, wet, and still coming down from the heightened pleasure, but the night sleep calls for me.

I’m fast asleep within seconds after being lured in through the deep breaths of Daddy’s chest and his tender strokes on my skin.

When I wake up, it’s morning with the brightest sunlight after last night’s rain. I roll over, sore and aching between my legs as a humiliatingly thick gush of cum flows out of my pussy. Screeching into the pillow, I draw my legs closer to my body to stop it from poking at my mortification.

Just then, my phone on the nightstand rings, and I pick it up with a sluggish arm. A note on the screen when I unlock it is from Daddy saying he has a business to take care of, so I have to stay home.

I look behind me and find the bed empty, but I don’t think too much of it as I’m more curious as to how he knows my password. Well, it’s the four digits of my phone number, so it’s really easy.

I have to change it since it’s dangerous with a passcode that easy.

The phone rings again, and I answer it by putting the device to my ear. It’s a mistake to not check who it's from before my ear gets a loud reprimand from Mrs. Curtis.

I scrunch up my face as the shrill of her voice pierces into my ear and goes straight down my spine. She’s saying something about me being late to work, and my heart leaps to my throat. I awkwardly apologize before telling her that I would be there at lightning speed.

She hangs up on me with a quick reminder for me to be faster than a sinner running out of Hell.

The mundane routine of a shower cannot be skipped since last night’s scandalous workout as I like to call it. Forget drying my hair when I have a woman who is most likely the reincarnation of a tiger waiting for me.

I practically fly out of the house and down the streets like a bat out of the cave. Other than people giving me an odd look, I make it there in record time with runner’s high.

Mrs. Curtis taps her nails on the clipboard for inventory and raises her eyebrow. She already knows why I’m late by that sly curve of her crinkled eyes.

My cheeks burst into color; the pink turns into crimson as her expression falls deeper into knowing cleverness.

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