I didn’t want to watch her, and I didn’t want her watching us either. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to resist, but I couldn’t.

I knew I’d messed up by snooping in his study, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, the fact that the maid was watching me pleasing him made me drip, my thighs getting slick as the seconds passed and Carter’s cock strained against the corners of my mouth. I wanted to feel him come. I wanted to feel him burst all the way down my throat, even though it meant I wouldn’t get to taste a single drop, because he was so deep inside me.

He was going to fuck me, and we both knew it.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he pulled out of my mouth, but I still cried at the loss of his fullness inside me. He pushed me forward and I fell on my hands and knees, my eyes fixated on Carolina standing in the doorway. Her blouse was rumpled, her hands roaming her skin.

She was beautiful, with soft, milky skin without a single mark on it. It was almost sad that her face was scarred like that, when she could have been so beautiful. Yet, in a way, she still was.

I looked at her with fear in my eyes as I felt Carter kneel behind me.

“Look at her,” he whispered in my ear. “Look how wet it makes her to watch us fucking.”

“Daddy,” I whispered, my bottom lip quivering when I felt his tip pushing against my cunt. “I don’t want to, I don’t want to look at her, please…”

“You little fucking liar,” he said, smacking my ass and making me yelp. “You don’t get off from her seeing you? Tell the truth, toy, or I’ll make her come and join us.”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, biting back my own tears. “I do, Daddy, I like it, I want her to watch you fuck my pussy.”

“Good girl,” he grunted, parting my pussy open.

I’d never felt more embarrassed than in that moment, feeling my cunt drip down in long, sticky strands of juice, all over his hands and down to the floor.

“God fucking dammit, little girl,” Carter groaned behind me. “Such a wet little pussy, such a good little girl.”

I felt him push inside me. No warning, just his full cock inside me until I felt stretched so wide open I wanted to scream. But the only sound that came from my lips was a muffled, needy little moan.

“Look at her, Angel,” Carter ordered me. “Look into her fucking eyes while I fuck you.”

I looked up at the maid.

She was biting her bottom lip, her face flushed, the scar stark against her otherwise porcelain skin. Her hand was on her thigh, moving under the skirt of her uniform. I wanted to scream, but I felt myself drip instead.

“You’re soaking my cock, little Angel,” he told me from behind me. “You love having an audience, don’t you? Filthy little slut.”

He pulled out of me and I really cried then, soft little sobs, not even knowing whether I wanted him to stop, or push back inside me.

And then I felt him higher up, pushing his tip against a hole so tight and puckered I knew it would never fit.

“Please!” I cried out. “Don’t, please, I’m scared … please.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered in my ear, his hand holding my cheeks in a possessive way. “Spit in my hand, Angel, spit in it a lot so I don’t hurt you too much.”

I cried when I did it, covering his palm in my spit and tears.

And then it went back and even Carolina gasped when he smeared my ass wet, lubing his cock next. I could tell from the sounds, but I didn’t dare look away from her. She looked scared, her eyes wild and her lips parted. Scared for me…

“Tell her how it feels,” Carter said, and then his tip was pushing inside my virgin ass and I was screaming so loud I couldn’t even tell it was my own voice anymore.

But only for a few seconds, and then he was inside me, all the way. I’d never felt so full, and I thought I would never catch my breath again. I gasped over and over, begging, pleading without words, my eyes on the maid’s as her fingers fucked her own cunt and my master fucked my asshole.

It was too much. It didn’t hurt anymore, but it was so damn intense I thought I would pass out from the sheer pleasure, the fullness, the absolute submission as I dropped to my elbows and raised my ass for him. I sobbed softly, not because he was hurting me, but because I knew it was where I belonged. On my knees, crawling beside him everywhere he went. And knowing that, in the moment, was more painful than having my ass fucked for the first time by a man I was supposed to hate.

I couldn’t hate him.

I couldn’t hurt him.

I could never leave him.

He wasn’t just a man. He wasn’t just Carter Knight. He was my daddy now, he was everything I wanted, and he owned every part of my body, every hole, every goosebump on my feverish skin. When he fucked my ass, taking my last virginity, I knew I belonged to him. I knew he’d broken me, and I knew he’d reaped everything I had to offer.

And the knowledge burned me as he fucked me.

Ass to pussy.

Pussy to ass.

He fucked one hole once, then the other. Back to my ass, back to my cunt. He fucked me raw, without protection, not giving a shit about wearing a condom, not giving a damn that I wasn’t even on birth control anymore, not since I came to his house. He just fucked me like I was another pretty toy on his shelf, another doll for him to play with, and put back together after every single time he’d broken me down. And we both loved it.

Until I broke down some more. All the pieces of me, the girl I’d built from ashes and glass shards, coming apart on his cock, as another woman watched.

I turned into an animal. I wasn’t a little girl anymore, yet it was exactly what I wanted to be. I wanted to be the innocent child whose life this man had ruined. The girl who lost her parents, her home, her everything, because of the man who was now taking the last thing she had.

Her body.

I screamed.

I screamed so loud I thought my eardrums would pop, and blood rushed through every part of my body, flooding me with so much adrenaline I felt invincible. I pulled away, and there was nothing he could have done to stop me.

Carter’s cock slipped from my ass painfully and I was on him, toppling him over, screaming, sobbing, cursing, scratching at him so wildly I broke several fingernails in the process.

I attacked him like an animal and I hurt him like it was my only goal in life. It took both of them to get me off, and even when Carolina held me back, I couldn’t fucking stop screaming, kicking my legs, desperate to get back, to finish him, to scratch every surface of his body and watch his beautiful ink bleed, not black, but fucking red.

“What are you doing?” the maid whispered in my ear. “Calm down, calm down, calm down.”

I couldn’t. I watched him pick himself up from the floor, glaring at me with shock, his cock still hard as a rock as he came for me.

I’d scratched deep, long wounds into his torso, all over his arms. Even one scratch across his face that was dripping blood down his chin, making me proud of my actions. He came for me, binding my arms behind my back, his grip so firm I couldn’t move an inch.

“Leave,” he barked at Carolina, and she nearly toppled over herself in an effort to get away as fast as she possibly could.

And then it was just us.

My bleeding, bruised heart and the man who stamped all over it.

“What the fuck,” he muttered, holding me close, even though I was resisting him wildly. “Why did you do that, Angel? Why on earth did you fucking do that?”

I started sobbing. Crying so heavily I couldn’t differentiate between emotions anymore, until the only thing that mattered was my next breath, because I could barely get the oxygen into my lungs. He held my throat, gently this time, his eyes on mine, steady, deep and understanding.

“Deep breaths,” he said. “Deep, Angel. Very deep. Come on, breathe with me, little girl. From deep inside.”

I tried, getting cut off by my sobs every single time. But he wouldn’t give up. He just held me like that, his fingers firm but gentle around my throat, and he made me breathe despite them, or maybe because of them squeezing my neck.

I realized how badly I’d fucked up, and I knew he was going to punish me in ways I would never forget. I didn’t even understand what had happened, but I knew he’d pushed me too far, I knew I had to hurt him, to show him how much he had hurt me, even though he didn’t know the real reasons.

“Good girl, see how well you can breathe when you stop crying?” he asked me. His voice was soft, deceiving. I shut my eyes tightly and filled my lungs, and I ignored the fear screaming at me in my head.

He’s going to punish you.

He’s really mad now.

You’re going to get hurt. So. Fucking. Badly.

I sobbed one last time, and he pulled me against him, his hand stroking my hair so gently it felt like a farce. I struggled, and he finally let me go. I moved away like a wildling, and stared at him, panicking.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said placatingly. “Not right now, Evangeline. I just want to know what the fuck happened here. Will you tell me, little girl?”

I took several steps back and then I ran. Turned my back on him and ran all the way to my room, to the cage.

I locked it from the inside and prayed it would keep me safe from the monsters of my past, and the monster in the playroom.

There wasn’t a sign of him as I curled up into a little ball in the corner, still naked and shivering so much I felt like my body was spasming.

I waited for the punishment, and waited for the pain.

I knew that the longer I waited, the more he would hurt me.

But Daddy never came for me.

And that night, sleeping in the cage, I felt lonelier than ever before.