Fight Dirty, Daddy

I'd rather choke

CHAPTER FIVE

JASMINE

My legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

I stayed curled on the soaked sheets long after the brute left, his thick, hot c.u.m still leaking out of my freshly ruined p***y. Every clench pushed more of my stepfather’s seed down my thighs and on the bed linen.

The gold mask clung to my tear-streaked face while I tried to catch my breath.

I came to Delirium to catch him cheating on Mom, instead, I let my own stepdaddy rip through my virginity and flood my c.u.n.t like I was just another cheap slut.

The shame was suffocating. Carol had loved me when my own father abandoned me like garbage. And here I was, spread open, p***y dripping Slav’s c.u.m. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of the hardest orgasm of my life.

I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers, stopped the recording. My fingers hovered over the screen for a second then I replayed the part where he’d growled “so f.u.c.king tight… da, good p***y” in that thick Russian accent while pounding me senseless.

My hand slipped between my thighs again. I was sore as hell, but I rubbed my swollen c**t anyway, hips jerking, biting my lip bloody as another shameful orgasm crashed over me.

Pathetic. You came on your stepfather’s c.o.c.k and you’re already touching yourself to the memory? You should be ashamed.

I cleaned up quickly, fixed my dress, and slipped out of the club like the traitor I apparently was. There was no sign of him again. Where on earth was he? Had he gone back home? Who was the person who had knocked on the door? I shouldn't be looking for him though, I didn’t think I could look at him without my p***y clenching again.

The mistress called after me but I ignored her darting out of the club doors to the elevator. It wasn't like I signed up to be a slut because I wanted to be. I was a good girl. At least an hour ago I was. Until the bastard took that from me as well.

By the time the cab pulled up before the Slav mansion that we had moved into when Mom married the asshole, it was past two am. The security guard just let me in without a word through the giant gates.

Every step I took up the stairs made my well-f.u.c.ked c.u.n.t throb and it was a constant, humiliating reminder of how deep his c.o.c.k had been inside me.

Mom was a heavy sleeper and couldn't hear anything while she slept several doors down thankfully.

I locked myself in my room, stripped off, and stared at the mirror. Dark red fingerprints bloomed on my pale thighs. My n*****s were puffy and sensitive and I could just replay him ramming his big mammoth d.i.c.k into my p***y.

Before I could stop myself, I texted Mara.

Me: I did it. I lost my virginity tonight.

Mara: OMG WHAT?!?! With WHO?? Tell me everything!

Me: Can’t say who. I’m too ashamed. It was… really intense. I’ll tell you when I can. Night.

I tossed the phone on the bedside table, flopped on the bed and cried myself to sleep with my stepdaddy’s c.u.m still inside me, wondering how the hell I was going to face Carol in the morning.

***

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the curtains of my room and the smell of vanilla pancakes. At first I forgot all about what had happened last night until I tried to sit up and pain lanced through my c.u.n.t like it was on fire.

I hobbled to the bathroom and took a hot shower, dragged on the baggiest hoodie and sweatpants I owned, trying to hide the evidence of my sin.

Slav was already at the table. When had he gotten home last night? He was massive, relaxed, looking disgustingly fresh. He was so huge that his cutlery was at least one and half the size of ours.

His long blonde hair was tied back. His tight black shirt strained over his powerful chest and shoulders. My traitorous eyes traced the same muscles that had pinned me down last night. My sore p***y clenched hard, a rush of heat flooding me as I remembered how easily he’d folded me in half and buried every thick inch inside me.

Stop it. He’s Mom’s husband. You’re disgusting.

Carol laughed softly at something he said, her hand resting on his thick forearm. The sight sent a spike of pure rage through me.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Mom said brightly.

I dropped into my chair and stabbed my pancake so hard the plate screeched.

Slav’s sharp green eyes lifted to mine. How could he not have a bit of guilt in those eyes? He just gave me that heavy, unreadable stare that made my insides melt.

Did he know it was me last night?

“Sleep well?” he asked in that deep voice.

I laughed bitterly. “Better than you, I bet. Out all night balls-deep in some random w***e, then coming home to play perfect husband? You make me sick.”

“Jasmine!” mom gasped, dropping her fork with a clatter. "Don't start this morning,"

Why did she always defend him? Why couldn't she just listen to the words I was saying. I suspected he was cheating and now I even knew for certain that he was. Yet mom would never listen.

“He wasn't home last night mom,"

"And how would you know?" He grunted so calmly, shoving a full pancake into his mouth. That just irritated me further.

"You’re pathetic. You're a giant, cheating asshole who thinks we’re all too stupid to see what a lying sack of s**t you really are.”

My p***y throbbed viciously with every insult. I hated how wet I was getting. I hated him more.

Slav set his coffee down slowly. Those huge hands flexed once on the table, veins standing out, before going still. He didn’t shout. He never did. He would just looked at me with those intense green eyes that had watched me come apart on his c.o.c.k.

“You finished?” he asked quietly.

Carol looked between us, horrified. “Jasmine, apologize to your stepfather right now. This behavior is unacceptable.”

I shot up from my chair, heart pounding. “Apologize? To this cheating asshole? I’d rather choke."

Slav exhaled through his nose, pushed his chair back, and rose to his full, towering height. For a second I remembered how easily he’d lifted and folded me. My thighs trembled so badly.

“I'll be in my study, Carol," he muttered then stormed out of the dining hall without another word.

Mom turned on me, her eyes blazing. “What is wrong with you lately? Slav has been nothing but good to this family. You're beng too difficult, Jasmine."

“Am I? Then maybe you should just leave then. LEAVE LIKE DAD DID!" I spat and stormed upstairs, slamming my bedroom door so hard the walls shook. My back hit the wood as I slid down, breathing hard, thighs pressed together against the unwanted ache in my c.u.n.t.

I was halfway through my assignments before college resumed tommorow when my phone buzzed on the bed.

Mistress Delirium: The Viking requested the gold mask again tonight. Be there. 9 pm.

I stared at the screen, chest tightening. Look at that. I just accused him of cheating and he was scheduling another f.u.c.k session with me. No no, this time I would do it right. I would catch the cheating bastard in the act again and finally get the evidence to get his ass away from mom.

And his d.i.c.k away from me.

My fingers shook as I typed:

Me: I’ll be there.