Page 1 of Daddy's Addiction

ChapterOne

Tommy

My head pounds, my temple pulsates, and my body aches like a bitch.

Jesus, what the fuck did I do last night?

Groaning, I roll over and inhale a mouthful of something furry. I splutter in panic when I begin to choke, sitting up, startled.What the fuck?I pick strings of hair from my mouth with a grimace and realize one of the whores from last night must have lost a bunch of hair during our rampant sex session.

I probably face fucked her too hard.

My head lolls from side to side as I struggle to focus on anything as the room spins around me. Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a deep breath to compose myself and try to open my eyes once again.

Squinting through narrowed eyes, I’m finally able to take in the destruction of my bedroom. Shit got messy, that’s for sure.

Bottles litter the floor, clothes are spewed around, used condoms are disposed of on every surface, and, for some reason, the large freestanding mirror is laid flat on the floor with remnants of white powder coating it.Shit.

I drag a hand through my wayward hair.I’m such a fucking screwup.

Scanning the mirror, I take in the pink suctioned dildo still attached to it, and all of a sudden, flashbacks of the previous night come to me, hitting me like a truck from out of nowhere.

Two blondes kiss one another while I relentlessly fuck one from behind and the other bounces up and down, fucking the plastic cock stuck to the mirror. Their moans fill the room while I try in desperation to chase the high and get off—to no avail, as always.

As filthy and depraved as the hookers are, for some reason, I always struggle to finish.

I snort cocaine off their tits and make them lick one another clean.

My stomach clenches in disappointment with myself. What a fucking loser.

Something moves beside me, snapping me out of my memories, and when that something moves toward my cock, I drop back down against the mattress and allow her to slide me into her pouty mouth. Another girl angles herself over me, and her inflated tits hang near my face as her lips come toward mine. “I told you no kissing,” I chastise while squeezing her nipple punishingly, forcing her to moan so loud I’m convinced it’s fake. “Filthy bitch,” I admonish with a half-assed fake smirk. She giggles, but her happiness does nothing for me, nor does the sucking noise from my father’s secretary Jenna, as she attempts to shove my cock all the way down her throat but fails miserably and, in turn, leaves a sloppy mess on my stomach that is anything but erotic.

Why can I not feel something? Any-fucking-thing.

The buzzing from my nightstand makes me clench my jaw in irritation as I try my best to remain hard in her mouth.

The noise continues, forcing me to grab my phone, place it down beside me on the mattress, and deliberately put it on loudspeaker, knowing who is calling.

“Tommy?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose at the sound of my father’s demanding voice, and his tone is as pissed as ever.

“Tommy?” He tries again when I fail to greet him.

The blonde not sucking me off kisses down the column of my neck, and it feels like insects are crawling over me, trying to burrow beneath my skin. Instead of relaxing me, instead of helping me to get off, all I want is for her to stop. For both of them to stop.

Jesus, I need another hit.

Something to numb my feelings.

“Tommy!” he barks, filling the room and forcing both girls’ heads to dart up and glare in the phone’s direction.

I grind my teeth. How the fuck dare he take what little pleasure I have away from me? Once again trying to ruin my life.

“What?!” I grind out.

“I want to see you in my office. You have one hour to get there.” My chest rises in anger at him intruding on my life. “And get rid of the whores,” he tacks on the end before disconnecting the call without another word, reminding me how little importance I am to him anymore. To anyone.

I drop my head back against the pillow with a heavy groan.

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