I must have fallen asleep, despite fighting against it.

I woke up with him watching me in the moonlit room. He was sitting on the chair at my desk, his brooding eyes taking in my half-naked body. He watched me stir awake slowly, and kept staring. The way he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine.

“D-Daddy?” I stuttered, and he got up from my chair abruptly, the sound of the legs scraping the hardwood loud in the quiet of the room.

“Pull the covers off,” he growled at me, but instead of obeying, I only pulled the covers higher up around me.

I was terrified. My heart was pounding so loudly I was convinced he could hear it. It was going to pummel straight through my chest if I didn’t calm down.

“I…” I whispered. “I’m–”

“Pull them off,” he said quietly, but his voice was so authoritative my hands moved of their own accord, sliding down the covers until my body was revealed to his gaze.

He stared at me like I’d done something to upset him. He drank in my body. My bare, long legs with some tan leftover from the summer. My ass, barely covered by the nightie I’d worn to bed. The one he’d gotten for me what felt like ages ago, when it still covered up my privates. Not anymore, though. I only had to move one leg and I’d flash him the cotton panties I was wearing underneath. His eyes ventured upwards, over my chest, and I became painfully aware of how tight and sensitive my nipples felt, rubbing, chafing against the fabric of the nightgown.

“Daddy,” I said softly.

“Lie on your back,” he said.

My body obeyed even when my mind was resisting, because I always did what Levi told me. I would never say no to him. I wasn’t sure whether it was because I was afraid of him, or because I wanted to please him so badly. All I knew was I slipped down the bed until my head was resting against the pillows.

He walked up to the bed and stood above me, his eyes inspecting my barely covered body, and I fought the urge to cover myself up. I wanted to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t let me. I just stared at him helplessly.

It was the middle of the night. What the hell was he doing in my room? Maybe there was something wrong with Mom… I shivered in anticipation of the bad news coming, and he groaned at the sight. My eyes went up to him, looking for answers in his sparkling dark brown gaze. My eyes followed his hands as he reached for the zipper of his trousers and I mewled pathetically when he pulled the zipper slowly down.

“Daddy, please!” I said, feeling the shock wash over me in waves of nausea. “What are you doing?”

“Quiet!” he snapped, and my mouth shut because I was a good girl and I always did what Levi told me to. “Open your fucking legs, Kendall. Open them right now.”

I didn’t understand, but I still followed his direction. My legs opened for him, my nightie riding up, revealing a few inches of my panties.

“Why aren’t you wet?” he asked me, his fingers wrapping around the bulge in his pants.

I swallowed thickly, staring into his eyes.

“W-why would I be?” I asked him in a shaky voice, and he groaned out loud.

He pulled down his trousers. I couldn’t move a muscle. I lay there, sprawled out for his enjoyment while his eyes drank me in so hungrily, I was afraid he’d lean down for a taste. I watched him strip down. His jacket flew off, and then his shirt. His trousers pooled around his feet and now he was standing in front of me in nothing but tight-fitting, ridiculously tented boxers.

I’d seen Levi at the pool in his swimming trunks, but never in his boxers. I couldn’t stop staring.

His chest was covered in graying hair, his thick biceps tattooed with ink he refused to explain to any of us.

Levi had always been a handsome man. Since Mom brought him home, his graying hair had lost any sign of the black that used to be there. He’d grown his beard out, and I knew several girls in my year had a huge crush on him. They even called him Daddy Levi, which I found incredibly embarrassing. But now that I was looking at him, I felt my own body responding to his. I wanted to close my legs before I gave myself away, but I had a feeling he’d scold me if I tried to do so. I kept them open, focusing my gaze on his face. His toned pecs and his ripped stomach were too distracting.

I didn’t dare look lower. His cock was bulging so much in his boxers, I thought it would break through the fabric. Instead, I kept my eyes focused on his. I didn’t recognize the expression in his eyes. It was dark, brooding. I must have upset him with something, but I had no idea what I’d done.

And then I felt something between my legs. Something leaking from my center all over my panties. And I closed my legs on instinct, as quick as I possibly could.

Levi didn’t like that.

He let out a displeased sound and reached down for me. When his fingers made contact with my skin, I gasped lightly, and when he forced my legs apart I resisted with everything I had. I didn’t want him to see. So embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing.

“Keep them spread,” he barked at me. “Always keep them spread for me, baby girl.”

I blushed at the words he’d used. He’d never called me that before.

“Daddy…” I said softly, but he shut me up by touching my hair.

The lightest of touches. Just his fingers sliding over my brown hair slowly, ever so slowly. He felt like the man I knew in that moment, the man who’d been taking care of me even when my mom wouldn’t. His fingertips slid over my silky locks, touching my cheek and gently cupping it. I leaned into him, because I needed something to comfort me in this weird night.

“Are you wet now, Kendall?” he asked me in his kindest voice, and my eyes flew open, focusing on his. He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Between your legs, baby girl. Are you wet between your legs?”

I swallowed again, unable to give him an answer.

“Do I have to check?” he asked me in the sweet voice I wasn’t used to. “Does Daddy have to check your panties, baby?”

“N-no,” I muttered, and even though I didn’t understand why, I pulled my legs up. My knees were almost at my hips now, the wet spot on my panties only a touch away from his fingers.

“Turn on the light,” he said, his voice strained now. “The light on your bedside table, Kendall. Daddy wants to see, right now.”

My fingers trembled wildly as I reached for the lamp. I pulled on the string and the room lit up. It felt oppressive. Everything so plainly visible now, from the way I was shaking to the wet spot on my panties.

I watched him look down between my legs. I watched him groan and grab his crotch, his fingers leaving mine and lingering above my pussy, an inch away from the forbidden spot. No one had ever touched me there. I’d never wanted anyone’s fingers there… not until now.

My breath hitched at the filthy realization. I wanted Levi to touch me. I wanted him to rip my panties off my body and see what he’d done to me.

“Is your little pussy wet, Kendall?” he asked me gently. “Feel it. Just your fingertips. Feel your panties and tell me.”

I shivered, but reached down because I always did what Levi told me to. My fingers brushed my center and my body bucked under my own touch. It made me hiss.

“Tell me,” Levi growled at him. “Tell me if you’re fucking wet for me, baby girl.”

“Y-yes,” I managed to get out. “My-my panties are wet.”

“Your panties are wet what?” he asked, and I stared at him in complete confusion. “My name. Use my fucking name.”

“Levi…” I whispered, and he growled at me like a savage animal.

“No,” he said roughly. “Not that name. Not right now, Kendall. What do you call me? When you’re being a good little girl, what do you call me?”

The tension in the room was impossibly high. My body was shaking. My mouth resisted. I forced my lips open and blurted the word that came to mind.

“Daddy.”

“That’s right,” Levi grunted. “Take your nightie off. Take it off right the fuck now.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but my body obeyed, because it was Levi, and I always did what Levi said.

I reached for the hem of my nightie and pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. The room was completely silent and I blushed furiously when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra.

My hands flew up and I shielded my nipples from his eyes. When I brushed my fingertips against them, I mewled. It hurt. They’d never been like this, so painfully hard every stroke of my fingers felt like absolute torture.

“Does it hurt?” he asked me, and I stared and stared. “Tell me if your tits are hurting.”

He was stroking his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Long, jerking motions coupled with grunts and his eyes fiery on my skin. I could feel them burning, and it matched the fire in the pit of my stomach. I’d never been so scared. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted him to take that scrap of fabric off. I didn’t understand it. It felt so dirty. It felt so… right.

“Y-yes,” I whispered.

“Yes what?” he demanded. “Don’t make me remind you again.”

“Yes…” I repeated. “Yes, Da-daddy.”

He didn’t make a sound. Just kept staring at me, with my hands over my chest and the wet spot on my panties leaking all over my thighs.

“Your legs are wet,” he told me. “Your fucking thighs are soaked, Kendall. Why are they so wet?”

“I don’t know,” I cried out helplessly. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know.”

“Open them wider,” he insisted. “As wide as you can. Pull your knees up, I want to see.”

I did it. I pulled my knees up, with my pussy on display. My cotton panties were so wet the fabric stuck to my pussy lips, outlining them. I couldn’t bear to look at myself for longer than a second. It was so embarrassing. I could have died on the spot.

“D-daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “What are you doing? Please, what are you doing? Why are you doing this?”

He stared at me.

For so long.

And then he cursed out loud, so many words I didn’t even catch all of them.

He grabbed his clothes and made for the door while absolute dread filled me.

I was off the bed in seconds, reaching the door before him. I was panting as I leaned against it, my hands on either side of my body, my tits exposed, my pussy dripping wet. He stopped inches away from me, his eyes hungry as he stared at me blocking his path. He wouldn’t look down. Not at my tits or my stomach, not at my legs or the desperate part of me that was leaking down my thighs.

“Move!” he barked at me. “Move, Kendall.”

“N-no!” I said desperately. “I won’t. I’m not fucking moving.”

“Don’t use that word,” he snapped. “Don’t fucking curse.”

I stared at him, pissed off at his righteousness, when he was doing the exact thing he told me not to. Jackass.

“Look down,” I said shakily. “Look down, Daddy. I dare you.”

He stared into my eyes, his own blazing with anger. And then, finally, his eyes slid down.

I felt every inch he looked at. My long neck. My collarbones. Down my décolletage. And then, finally, locking on my tits. Biting his lip as he stared my tight nipples.

“Are you going to leave?” I asked him, feeling braver than ever. “Are you going to leave now, Daddy?”

He reached for me, and my body jerked towards his. One hand next to my head. His body so close to mine. His other hand reaching for the door handle. I was shivering. Shaking to the point I felt dizzy.

Levi reached for the handle and the world stood still for a split second.

And then he turned the key, locking us in my room.