Page 37 of Lesson on Depravity

“Wait,” I exclaim, jerking up from laying on his chest. “Was I the bait that lured her out? You used me, Daddy!”

Unable to accept that notion, tears swell up in my eyes and fall down my cheeks. I roughly rub them away while pushing his hands off me, but he’s clearly stronger with less patience to care much about my feelings.

“Is this to punish me for wanting to live by myself?”

It was over two weeks ago, and I didn’t last that long. He’s not the type to hold grudges or prefer a long game of cat-and-mouse. Daddy’s favorite way to get rid of a problem is to use quick and clean methods.

“This is not a punishment, princess; it’s a lesson you have to learn.”

I bite my lips until they hurt and raw from my teeth. Daddy presses down on my chin to release the plump flesh and scowls.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

A sense of unruliness roars in my blood. “You have no problem hurting me. It’s cruel and unusual punishment.”

“I have been lenient with you, princess. Daddy has given you too much freedom for you to learn bad manners.”

The risk of losing my job comes to mind, and I shut my mouth diligently. The brat in me manifested through the range of roller-coaster emotions, and I didn’t know where I got the balls to say that.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, plunking my forehead on his chest and ears, finding his heartbeat soothing my rumbling heart.

“What you think I did and what I actually did is up to your interpretation,” he comments with a kiss on the top of my head.

“You think I’m a monster for doing this,” he adds effortlessly.

I honestly don’t know what to think of anything right now. The nap from before did nothing to settle the complicated feelings, and now this conversation brings more confusion than anything.

“That’s fine,” he says collectedly, and it’s unfair how even his tone is when I’m a mess between his legs trying to not cry.

“Daddy would rather you hate me than get irrevocably hurt, princess.”

Hate is not an emotion I would subject myself to when I think of Daddy. My heart has too much love for him, an overflowing amount that seeps into my blood.

Daddy wipes away my tears, patting my cheek with a fond smile while murmuring my name on his lips. The small gesture melts my icy veins and gives a hint of sweetness on my bitter tongue, and he cups my face for a kiss.

The gentle caresses on my cheeks are slow and hypnotizing as I sigh against his lips. Gentleness is a rare phenomenon for Daddy, but it’s more frequent when he’s with me, and this specialty makes me love him even more.

He’s a man that can simultaneously exit with a domineering cold persona and a passionate, loving lover.

“I want you to stay quiet for this, princess. Daddy has one last business to take care of.”

I can’t help but ask when he takes out his phone. “Did you work when I was sleeping too?”

I don’t have work today or for the rest of the week because the company needs a written letter from the government to let them know that it isn’t dangerous to have employees return to the office.

“Hush, baby.” He taps my bottom lip.

The phone rings through the speaker option. Anticipation rolls through me, shivering in his arm at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen while it waits to be connected.

Seeing and hearing Daddy conduct business for the first time in front of me gives me a sense of excitement and curiosity.

The man, on the other end, answers with a short greeting, and Daddy doesn’t waste a second on the phone.

“I have another crate for you.”

The man pauses, “I don’t take free samples.”

“In return for a job.”

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