Page 72 of Then Came You

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. The chime reverberates through the room, slicing through the silence. Eleven notifications, nine of which are texts and two which are missed calls, are all from daddy himself.

I’m almost too excited to see what has been driving him insane.

Unable to call him, I settle for reading his messages.

Daddy: HOLY FUCK

Daddy: That’s my Tink

Daddy: Yum

Daddy: Baby girl, you’re killing me

Daddy: The things I can’t wait to do to your ass

Daddy: I miss you

Daddy: Haven is asleep. Call me.

Daddy: Baby girl, where are you?

The last message is from two minutes ago.

Daddy: I’m here stroking my cock, wishing it was your tight cunt. Both my snakes miss your mouth. Snake emoji.

The last text is accompanied by an image of his snake tattoo. The very one I teasingly slither my tongue over before swallowing him whole.

I plan to tell him about what Xander said, but I’ll do it in person. For now, I’m going to bask in Blade because who knows how long I have left with him after I tell him about Xan’s outburst.

Me: I’m sleeping at your son’s house. Behave, mister.

The three dots appear immediately.

Daddy: I don’t want to behave. You should be here. I need you, baby girl.

Me: What if I was there…

Daddy: What if you were there, what?

Me: What would you do to me?

A minute more passes.

Daddy: Make you sit on my lap, facing the mirror. Spread your legs wide. Place your feet on my thighs and fuck your tight little hole so raw and hard while I play with your clit. Your cunt would be creaming as I fill your ass. Good night, my Tink.

Is he fucking serious? Good night? In what world am I set to have a good night with a vivid vision like that swirling in my mind?

“You’re hiding something, and I’m going to find out what it is.” The ominous threat comes from behind me, starting me to a fright. Cindy. She’s hiding in the shadows of the kitchen. I don’t know how long she’s been standing there, but I feel apprehensive.

My phone is the only object illuminating the room and, for some godforsaken reason, the brightness is turned up like it’s a fucking torch. I have no doubt she can make out the zoomed in photo on my screen, which unfortunately happens to be that of Blade’s snake tattoo and cock.

“Cin. What the hell?” I exit the message app, hiding my phone face down on the couch. Lack of privacy much?

“Really? Of all people?” she spits at me. It’s dark, but I can feel her lethal glare from where I’m huddled on the couch.

“Who? What are you talking about?” I play dumb, knowing full well she’s onto me. I can audibly hear my heart beating as she snakes closer.

“Oh please. You know who,” she hisses, her mist from her spit landing on my arm as she towers over me. I’m honestly stunned. I don’t know if it’s better to confess or just play stupid, so I opt for complete and utter silence. “Sooner or later, Blade is going to realise the trash you are, and you’ll not only lose him, but you’ll lose Xander too. Know your place, and stay there, which for your information, is at the bottom. People like you, don’t breed with people like us.”

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