I stare in the mirror as I straighten my hair. Eric said he’d come for me and I want to look perfect for him. I’ve dressed in a turquoise dress that bares my shoulders and creates a heart effect with my breasts. It’s poufy and hangs about halfway down my thighs. I love it because it makes me feel girly. I’m just touching up my blood-red lip stain when the doorbell rings.

He’s here.

My heart pounds in my chest as I slam the cap on the lip stain. I attempt to calm my nerves as I hurry down the stairs. Daddy texted earlier saying he won’t be home until late, so I’ve got plenty of time to spend with Eric. When I open the front door, I suck in a sharp breath. Eric stands there with his hands behind his back, looking exquisite and expensive in his high-dollar, custom made suit.

“You look beautiful,” he praises, his voice deep and gravelly.

I beam at his words, then bounce over to him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him as though I didn’t just see him a couple hours ago. He chuckles against my lips.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

I pull away and frown. “You want to come in?”

“I want to see where my girl lives.”

In all the years we’ve lived here, Eric has never been in my house. All four of his boys have, but not him. A thrill shoots through me. “Okay.”

“But first,” he murmurs as he reaches up and fingers my necklace, “I want to give you something.”

I blink at him, my cheeks blushing with heat. “You do?”

“You deserve to be showered with gifts,” he explains, his steel-blue eyes boring into mine.

When he holds out a jewelry box, I can’t help but squeak with excitement. I take it from him and find two shiny diamond stud earrings.

“Oh, Eric, they’re breathtaking,” I say in awe. They came from a jewelry store I don’t recognize, but they look pricey.

He grins at me as he sets to putting each one in my ears. His hands are hot as they brush against the side of my neck. I’m desperate to have him. I clutch his hand and guide him into the house. He’s quiet and patient as I show him each room. When I reach my dad’s room, I intend to keep going, but he stops.

“There,” he says, pointing into the room. “I’m going to fuck you there.”

I stare at my dad’s immaculate bed and shake my head. “W-What? No! Are you crazy?” I hiss.

Eric’s jaw clenches and he glowers at me as though I’ve just struck him. “Excuse me?”

I bite on my bottom lip and stare helplessly at the giant bed. He’ll know. If Eric fucks me there, my dad will know. I just have a feeling.

Eric looks at his watch before shooting me a cold stare. “Oh, look at the time. I need to go.”

I’m shocked at his sudden mood change and panic rises inside me. “No,” I breathe. “Please don’t go.” I reach forward and twist his tie around my hand as I plead with him using only my eyes.

He strokes my hair and shakes his head. “Why are you being so defiant?”

“I’m just worried.” Tears threaten, but I keep them at bay.

“Why?”

“Because he’ll know.”

“And?”

“He’ll be upset.”

“You care, why?”

“Because he’s my…” I trail off and frown. I feel like this is a trick. Eric’s dark brow lifts in question.

“Say it. I know you want to,” he says icily.

My lip wobbles. “He’s my daddy.”

He blinks at me, his jaw clenching. I’m worried this is all about to end. A whimper claws its way up my throat. “No, angel. Not anymore.” Walking past me, he grabs one of Daddy’s pillows and places it in the middle of the bed. “Straddle it.”

I open my mouth to ask why, but then think better of it. Eric doesn’t seem pleased, and I don’t want him to get angry. Instead, I swallow down the humiliation of what I’m about to do.

“Panties off before you climb onto that bed,” he barks out.

Reaching under my dress, I grab them and shimmy them down my thighs. They fall to my ankles and I step out. I climb onto the bed, then walk over to the pillow on my knees. Once I turn around to face him, I straddle the silk-covered pillow and wait for more instructions. His grin is wolfish.

“Pull the front of your dress down. Let me see your tits.”

I nod, then release my breasts from the top. My nipples are erect and desperate for his touch. Eric unbuckles his belt, and I wince, thinking he’ll spank me. Instead, he unzips his pants and frees his hard cock. He walks over to the edge of the bed and strokes himself lazily.

“Rock your hips. I want you to get off using that pillow,” he says in a low voice.

“I don’t think that’s possible,” I murmur.

His nostrils flare. “I think you like the belt on your ass.”

“N-No!” I hiss. Without being told again, I start rubbing against the silky pillow—the same pillow my dad sleeps with each night. Shame burns through me. Once Eric leaves, I’ll strip the case and wash it.

“Come taste my cock. You can do two things at once, right?”

I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles. It lightens the mood. My pussy is wet, and I know I’m making a mess on the pillow. Bending forward, I position myself on my hands as I continue to seek what feels like impossible pleasure from a pillow. Eric guides his thickness past my lips, a satisfied groan escaping him the moment he pushes inside. His touch is gentle as he pets my hair. I close my eyes and relax. I love being the object of his affection.

He doesn’t fuck my face like earlier in his office. Instead, he allows me to control the rhythm. I feel emboldened to take him deep. His hiss is all the encouragement I need. Bobbing up and down his length, I try to bring him as much pleasure as possible. My arousal soaks the pillow, but I’m no longer worried. I lose myself in the moment with Eric. Just when I think he’s about to come, he pops out of my mouth and points at me.

“Lie on your back with your ass on the pillow. Spread your legs and show me what’s mine.” His firm command turns me on and I scramble to heed his instructions. On my back and fully exposed to him, I’m delighted when he crawls on his knees toward me. His thick cock bobs out in front of him. It’s giant and beautiful. Soon, it’ll be inside me.

He sucks on his two middle fingers, then pushes them inside me. I love his fingers probing me. Today feels different, though. Like he has a different intention. I don’t know what yet, but I trust him. He uses his other hand to rub my clit while he begins roughly fucking me with his two fingers. They’re curled at an odd angle, and each time they thrust deep inside me, pleasure zaps through me.

“Pinch your nipples,” he demands.

My palms jerk to my breasts, and I tweak the hardened flesh. So many sensations run through me, but the one I’m most focused on is deep in my core. Like something building within me. I whimper and try not to squirm. His finger on my clit moves quickly, and the ones inside me move so fast. So fast. I’m growing dizzy and overwhelmed with the need to explode. This feels different. I can’t explain it, but I want it.

“That’s it,” he croons. “Let it go.”

A sudden violent urge to pee makes me clench. “Oh no,” I cry out in horror. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but he’s too strong and doesn’t let up. The sensation becomes too much to take. A wave of intense pleasure seems to make my entire pelvis contract. I think I’m having an orgasm, but it’s so strange feeling. Heat. Oh God. I’m going to pee.

I gape down in absolute disgust as my body literally gushes. His entire hand gets soaked and it splatters everywhere. It runs down my crack, drenching the bed below me. He never lets up, and it’s as though he’s delighted I just peed all over him.

I burst into embarrassed tears when he jerks his hand from me. His eyes are manic as he regards me.

“I knew you’d be a squirter,” he growls before pouncing on me.

His wet hand tangles in my clean, straight hair, and he rubs his dick against my messy pussy. Our mouths meet, and he kisses me hard. I’ve heard of squirting before, but never paid much attention to it. Now that I know I didn’t pee on him, I relax. His cock feels good rubbing against me and I want it inside. When it slips and pushes into my soaked, still-contracting sex, he hisses out in pleasure. I love how fat his cock is. That he seems to split me in two. He slides back out and rubs it against my clit again.

“No, naughty girl. Do that again, and I’ll whip your ass.”

I frown and try to be good, but his rubbing becomes too intense. I find myself lifting my hips again, and he pushes deep into me again. I expect him to keep going, but he yanks away from me and climbs off the bed. He tucks his cock into his slacks and yanks off his belt.

“Show me your room,” he bites out, his chest heaving. He’s usually put together, but I love him like this. So shaken and wild. His shirt untucked and pants undone. His dark hair messy from me grabbing at it.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say softly, hoping to cheer him up and change his mind.

His gaze darkens, and he flashes me a sinister smile. I slide my ass off the bed, leaving a wet trail in my wake. He crosses his arms over his chest, the belt hanging in a threatening way as he waits for me. I toss the pillow at the headboard and snatch my panties from the floor. The bed is rumpled, so I smooth it out. With a sigh, I reach up and turn on the fan, hoping it will dry things out before my dad gets home.

“This way,” I whisper as I walk down the hallway to my room. As we near it, I hesitate. It’s so girly and young looking. Suddenly, I’m worried he’ll be turned off. When I stall, fire licks across the backs of my thighs, making me scream.

“I didn’t say stop,” he says lowly.

I run into my room, then turn around to face him. His brows are lifted as he slowly inspects the space—everything from the quilt with horses on it to the frilly valances above the windows.

“Hmmm,” is all he says. When his eyes land on the dollhouse, he smirks. “That,” he says, pointing. “I’m going to fuck you on that.”