TEACH ME, DADDY: CORRUPTED BY MY STEPFATHER

CHAPTER 3: TEACH ME, DADDY

WILLOW’S POV

The first day after Mum left, I was a tease.

I wore the tiniest denim shorts I owned, the ones that showed the bottom curves of my ass cheeks when I walked.

I pranced around in a thin, white tank top without a bra, my hard n*****s pressing against the fabric.

I made a show of reaching for the top shelf for a glass, knowing he was watching from the table, my shirt riding up to expose a strip of my stomach.

“Need help, Willow?” he’d asked, his voice even, his eyes carefully fixed on my face.

“I got it, Daddy,” I’d purred, putting a little extra sway in my hips as I came down.

He remained unfazed. Not even a flicker. Not even a blink.

I tried again at lunch in cutoffs that barely covered me. I tried again over dinner in a thin sundress with no bra. I tried again on the porch leaning over the railing while he grilled.

Every single time, he kept his respectable distance. His jaw would tighten and his eyes would go darker, but not once did he act inappropriately.

Not once did he even let his gaze drop below my collarbones.

It stung. God, it stung. Because I had put in my absolute best, and the one man I had ever wanted to be desired by hadn’t so much as looked at my body.

By the time I crawled into bed that night a sick little theory was forming.

What if Jake had been right after all? What if it wasn’t about being a prude or being frigid? What if I was just undesirable?

And worse— what if the one man I had built every single fantasy of myself around had already known it for three years?

I was so wound up I made myself come twice anyway, riding my pillow, stuffing my panties in my mouth to muffle my screams as I imagined it was his c**k, his body, his voice growling my name.

By the second day, I had lost all strategy.

I curled up on the living room couch with my phone face down beside me, and I cried.

I didn’t fake it. I thought about him not wanting me, about him f*****g my mom night after night, and the tears came real and hot and messy.

The sports podcast was murmuring low from his study down the hall, and I didn’t even bother trying to hide it.

His footsteps were heavy and quick.

“Willow? Jesus, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

He sat beside me, his weight making the couch dip, his intoxicating Tom Ford Black Orchid cologne enveloping me.

His big hand landed on my shoulder, warm. A jolt of pure electricity shot straight to my p***y.

I let my body shake, burying my face in my hands.

“He — he broke up with me,” I hiccupped.

“Jake?” His voice was a low rumble. “That worthless little prick? Good riddance.”

I shook my head, looking up at him with wide, watery, innocent eyes.

“He said… he said I was a prude. That I was frigid. That I kissed like a dead fish and didn’t know how to do… anything.” A fresh wave of tears follow. “He said I was a broken toy no one would ever want to play with.”

Nikolai’s whole body went rigid. The muscle in his jaw twitched, and his hand tightened on my shoulder before he consciously relaxed it.

“I knew I should have run that bastard over when I had the chance.”

“It’s true, though, isn’t it?” I whispered, and this time, I let my lower lip tremble. “I don’t know anything. I’m just a stupid, naive little girl.”

“No, sweetheart. You are perfect. Don’t ever doubt that.”

The honesty in his eyes made something twist in my chest— guilt, maybe, for pushing him like this.

But I was a woman on a mission, and I leaned a little closer, deliberately letting my breast press against his muscled arm. His whole body went rigid again.

“Am I ugly, Nikolai? Am I not sexy enough? You have to be honest with me. As a man, what do you think?”

His eyes dropped for the first time in three years, dragging down my body in a slow, heated sweep— lingering on my D-cups, my waist, my hips— before snapping back up to my face.

His jaw tightened and his breath came out short through his nose.

“There is not a single thing wrong with your body, Willow.”

“Then why?”

“Why what?”

“Why doesn’t anyone want me?”

“Sweetheart, that’s not a question I should be answering. But trust me. Any man with eyes wants you.”

Something dark and wicked sparked low in my belly.

I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the rock-hard muscle through his pants. His breath stopped. He didn’t pull away.

“You’re the only one I trust, Daddy. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel safe. Would you… could you please teach me?”

I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“Teach you what, baby.”

“How not to be a prude.”

The air in the room vanished.

His gaze dropped to my lips, to the visible outline of my n*****s through my thin top, and when he spoke, his voice had gone several degrees lower, almost unrecognisable.

“You have no idea what you are asking for.”

“I just don’t want to be scared of my own body anymore,” I pleaded, my voice a breathy, innocent whisper. “I don’t want to be a baby anymore. I don’t know what I’m doing, Daddy. I feel so clumsy. I see other girls, and they seem to know, and I don’t. I’ve never — I wouldn’t even know how to. How to please a man with my mouth. How to move. How to — I don’t know. Anything. I want to know what it feels like to be touched by a real man. By you. Please, Daddy. Teach me. I’ll be your good girl.”

His hand came up slowly and caught my chin between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger, tipping my face up to his.

His eyes were already black, and his voice when he finally spoke was so deep, so quiet that I had to lean in to hear it.

“Listen to me very carefully, little girl. I have watched you parade around this house for two days in shorts I should not have let you out of your room in. I have noticed every single thing you have wanted me to notice and a hundred you didn’t. The only reason I have not put a hand on you is because I am still trying to be the man your mother married. Do not test that. Walk away from this couch right now.”

Oh.

My whole body clenched.

I did not get up. Rather, my body moved, almost on its own, until I was straddling him, my heat rising from my core right above his groin.