Take Me Daddy: Unholy Devotion

Temtped

Margaret's POV

The noise from the main floor softened, replaced by something slower, more controlled. The lighting was dim, warm, almost too intimate. It wrapped around the room in a way that made everything feel closer than it actually was.

I moved to the couch at the far end of the room and sat down, choosing a position where I could see everything clearly but still feel slightly removed from it.

Or at least I told myself that.

I crossed my legs slowly, my fingers resting lightly on my lap, but nothing about me felt relaxed.

My body was still tense. My thoughts were louder now. I should not be here.

The thought came again.

Stronger this time.

But I stayed. I did not move. I did not leave. I watched.

The two men stood in front of Julia, their presence filling the space between them. The music shifted, slower now, heavier. It settled into the room like something deliberate.

They began to move.

Not rushed. Not careless.

Controlled.

Every movement was intentional. And somehow, that made it harder to look away. I told myself I was just observing. That I was not part of this.

That I was only here because I did not want to hurt Julia.

But my body was reacting in ways I did not want to acknowledge. My breathing shifted.

My attention sharpened. And that scared me more than anything else.

Because this was not just about Julia anymore.

This was about me.

About the part of me that stayed. About the part of me that did not walk away when I had the chance.

My fingers tightened slightly against each other. I swallowed.

The two men stood in front of us, waiting, like they had been expecting this outcome all along. That thought sent a strange feeling through me, but I pushed it aside. I let Julia lead this time. We followed them into the VIP room.

The moment we stepped in, everything changed.

The dark guy slipped one of his hands into her gown and the other hand caressed her thigh down to her feet. While the fair guy was interested in her boobs. She threw her head backwards as she drew in the intimacy of the dance.

I will lie if I say this has no effect on me. I was literally dripping wet. My p***y was aching for something to fill it in and my n*****s were as hard as a rock. It was like I was watching a porn session, but it was more erotic than that. I slipped my hands down to my p***y and slid my panties on one side, then slowly I slipped one finger into my p***y, I thrust out and then slipped two fingers.

But immediately my phone vibrated on the chair.

The sound cut through everything around me. It felt sharp, almost too loud against the slow music and the tension that had settled inside my chest. For a second, I didn’t move. My eyes dropped to the screen like I already knew what I was about to see.

My daughter.

My heart skipped, then started racing in a way that felt different from before. Not desire. Not confusion. Something heavier. Something real.

I stood up quickly, my movements slightly unsteady, my fingers brushing against the chair as if I needed something to hold onto. The room suddenly felt smaller, tighter, like the air had changed.

I needed to get out.

I walked out of the VIP room slowly at first, then faster, the sound of my heels blending into the noise behind me. The phone vibrated again in my hand, and this time I answered, but I couldn’t hear her voice clearly. The music swallowed everything.

“Hello?” I said, but my voice disappeared into the noise.

I moved toward the veranda, pushing the door open, but the moment I stepped out, I froze. Two girls were tangled together, completely lost in their own world, their voices too loud, too raw, too close.

I swallowed.

This wasn’t the place to speak to my daughter.

Not like this. I turned immediately and walked away, my grip tightening around my phone as I made my way out of the club.

entirely.

The moment I stepped outside, everything changed.

Silence.