Page 51 of Bound to the Daddy

STEPHANIE

My mind is in a haze, as if a languid warmth eases over my body, wrapping me in a cocoon. I stare up at Daddy Rex, a contented sigh dripping from my lips. It’s what I wanted.

His hands on me, punishing me, making the noise stop. Better than the cuts. Better than the burn of the razor blades. When he’s doing this to me, I’m not alone, squirreled away as I hide my habit.

I watch through slitted lids as he pulls out some sort of wipe to clean his hands before reaching for me once more. How considerate. Everything in me goes limp as his fingers glide up my calves. At least I shaved today.

Just as suddenly, everything stops.The shower.The cuts.The bandage. If he keeps going, he’ll see them. All of them. A man like Rex will no doubt understand exactly what those marks are, even if his son is too obtuse to figure it out.

I have to cover them, hide them, not let him see my secret shame. A strangled cry wrenches from my lips as I force myself to move. As he slides his hand forward, I yank my dress down, covering my inner thigh.

“What’s wrong?” His devastating frown makes my stomach flip and threatens to make my mind mush.

“N- nothing. I’m just shy, is all.”

His frown deepens even further. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You know how much I detest lies. Even more so from my wife and baby girl.”

“I- I can’t!” I wail, desperation flooding my system like a shock of adrenaline.

“Oh yes, you can. Here. Allow me to help.”

With one hand, he grabs one wrist then the other, scooping them up to raise my arms high in the air. With the other, he undoes his tie and wraps it around them until I can’t break free. He grabs hold of the tail and keeps my hands far from my thighs as he yanks up the dress.

Everything goes deathly silent. My harried gasps punctuate the air as I try to thrash about, hiding my shame. But he doesn’t allow any of it. With a loud grunt, he positions himself in between my thighs, keeping them spread out to his questing gaze.

“What happened to your thigh? Why is it bandaged up? And if you know what’s good for you, you will not lie to me. You already have one punishment coming. Do not make me add another.”

“It helps,” I scream out, screwing my eyes shut so I can’t see the condemnation I’m sure is on his face.

His touch is gentle as he peels the bandage back, but it doesn’t keep the pain at bay as it rips from my skin.

“I see. Look at me, Stephanie.”

I shake my head, unable to bear the shame.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs. “I need you to look at your Daddy right now.”

Cracking one eye open, I study his expression. Unfortunately, it’s unreadable.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” I cry out, tears pouring down my face. “I tried so fucking hard. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t…”Hiccups interrupt my words, but honestly, there’s nothing else to say.

Panic surges through me so fast it robs me of breath. I can’t move, can’t think, can’t see. All I hear is my pulse pounding in my head as my vision continues to narrow down to nothing.

“Stephanie!”

I hear his voice, but I can’t respond. Why can’t I respond? There’s nothing covering my lips.

“Stephanie!”

His rough hands shake me, breaking away some of the cobwebs hazing over my mind. I blink up at him, desperation flooding my veins like frigid ice. I need him. I need to know he doesn’t hate me. I need him to tell me I don’t disgust him.

“Look at me, baby girl. Eyes on me.”

I do my best to focus, concentrating on the sound of his voice, the warmth of his breath as it fans my face, and the feeling of his hands stroking my skin.

“That’s my good girl. Now open your mouth as wide as it can go.”

The odd request frees me a bit more from the stranglehold of anxiety. The last thing I want is to make him even more upset. I open my mouth wide, my eyes bulging as he fiddles with the front of his pants.

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