Call Me Daddy

Fu*k You Like A Who*e

Amelia's POV

My parents have been gone for three days now. Brittany sent tons of pics of them having way too much fun and while I was jealous because I didn't go with them, I was happy. Dad seems to finally be happy again.

As usual, Dane ignored me in the office. Guess what I've started doing for a change? Ignoring him right back. He must be f*****g crazy. Mess me up and just go back to acting like he didn't know me at all? f**k him.

He lied to me. He told me he'll give me what I want in the past week but he did no such thing. I hate him. At this point did I even want him anywhere near me again?

It still hurts to walk. I felt his fingers inside me, every move I made. I don't know how we managed to pull that off in my parents room and I'm so glad they weren't around because how would I have survived with the guilt, staring at their face every morning during breakfast?

Dane came into our office, the one I shared with my colleagues, but he still didn't look at me as he gave orders. I was this close to actually shedding tears and overthinking after he walked out, when I received a text from him.

I almost jumped up in disbelief before opening the message.

“You look beautiful today.”

“Get lost.” I typed back as I rolled my eyes. I was so mad, I was fuming.

“Careful there. Be very careful. That will be the very last time.” I could practically hear his voice through the phone. He wasn't pleased. Ask me if I cared.

“What do you want now? I'm beautiful today but you didn't even look at me?”

Was he seriously texting on the way to his office like a weirdo?

“Black trousers, black shirt so tight it squeezes your t**s, red accessories. You look like a demon with that red lipstick. You're such a wicked woman. Warn your colleagues to back off though. Tell them you're with me if necessary, and I don't share, if they ever approach you.”

A blush crept up my cheeks. Yeah, that's exactly what I had on and gosh, I can't deal with the way he compliments me. I can't. I felt all the accumulated anger I've had for three weeks evaporate through the pores of my skin.

“Yeah, you're right, whatever.” I was still pretending to be upset because he deserved it. See? He didn't even apologize for ignoring me for three days and acting like I didn't exist.

“You know where you should be after work today.”

“No, I don't.”

“I'll be expecting you.” Then he went offline. After I was so sure I would never entertain him again, hours later, I drove straight to his damn place because I'm a f*****g i***t who unfortunately likes a man who's playing with my emotions.

I arrived to pure darkness. I had to put on my phone flashlight in the daytime because the switches wouldn't get the lights to come on and dark, tall curtains covered the entirety of the house. It looked haunted without the lights. Fear gripped me instantly as I walked past the living room, looking for Dane. What the hell?

“Dane?” I headed for his room, everything was completely dark. I knew he was inside this house because I saw the main car he used out of the million cars he has.

“D-dane?” I stammered, scared as I began to tiptoe further. I was now deep inside his room, and I felt a presence, like I was being watched. It made all the hairs on my body stand on end.

“Dane? Please come out, please!” I yelled, hating how easily it was for me to shed tears every time.

All of a sudden, I heard his voice before I saw him, and all this happened too fast for me to process.

I felt him grab me, put me in what appeared to be handcuffs and he took my phone and bag from me.

An evil tremor travelled up my calves, all the way to the crown of my head.

“D-dane?” I asked again, so terrified.

“It's me. Now shut your mouth.” My shoulders dropped and relaxed so damn fast, and I let out a breath of relief.

I heard him chuckle darkly behind me, I could feel it right in my bones. It was unsettling.

“You're relaxing your shoulders. Bold of you to think I'm not the danger you should run from.”

“What does that mean?” Then I was getting dragged, forcefully, like a rag doll.

Something didn't feel right, I just knew it.

The pitch black situation freaked me out. Dane dragged me all the way to his bed, and I was in handcuffs. He pressed down my back and bent me over. He stood behind me, so close to me.

“This outfit you have on, it's naughty.”

“I'm sorry.” I replied weakly, my body temperature rising. I couldn't see him. I needed to f*****g see him.

“Baby girl, I know…I know you're not sorry. That's why I won't be sorry either.”

“Tell me what that means–”

He reached for my pants, unzipped and dragged it down to the ground immediately, removing it from me in the most aggressive manner I've ever experienced. It's a miracle it didn't tear to ruins.

I was almost butt naked. As my ass hung in the air, I felt his hands on them, rubbing my cheeks sensually. I felt him reach for his pants, heard them drop, and I felt something hard, settle against my ass cheeks.

“You want to know something?”

I nodded my head impatiently because I was afraid of what I would say if I opened my mouth.

He's only kept me wanting, hoping, needing.

“I saw you today and decided that today has to be the day. I've never seen you in anything more wicked. Was it your plan? To finally make me want to take you like this? You couldn't be patient?”

I shook my head.

“No. I can't be patient for a second more. f**k me. f**k me so hard, Dane. f**k me. f**k me. f**k me–” I was almost breathless, I was ready to chant it to glory for it to sink into his head. My chest rose and fell in a way that definitely wasn't healthy.

“Shut your filthy mouth you naughty little devil.” He roared at me, sending his hands across my cheeks harshly. My eyes widened as pain exploded through me.

I shuddered, and while I was still recovering from the pain, he broke my thong and flung it away, and now I was perfectly butt naked. Again, he pressed himself against me.

I felt his thick length running in between my checks. Raw, wet with pre c*m. Jesus Christ. This is all I've ever wanted. God.

The whites of my eyes prevailed as I groaned into the bed in agony. I didn't see the need to see anymore when all I needed was to feel him like this, torturing me so deliciously. We are getting somewhere.

“You want daddy to f**k you like a w***e? You want my fat c**k deep inside you?”

“Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire.

“You can still say my name. I'm offended.”

“What–”

“By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to f*****g read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”