Fight Dirty, Daddy

Big Daddy Slav

Chapter 6

Jasmine

“...and that, class, is how the silhouette completely transformed post-war fashion. Miss Minnow, care to share with the rest of us what’s so fascinating that you’ve been staring into space for the last fifteen minutes?”

Professor Langston’s sharp voice cut through the lecture hall like a whip. Two hundred heads turned in my direction while the stupid projector light glared in my eyes.

I blinked, heat rushing to my face. s**t. Just great, wasn't it?

I hadn't been listening to a thing. I had been miles away, back in that amber-lit room, my thighs pinned to my ears, the sheer, overwhelming stretch of my stepdaddy's c.o.c.k forcing my virgin walls apart.

The memory was so vivid I could almost feel the burn, the obscene fullness of his d.i.c.k, the way my p.u.s.s.y had clenched greedily around him, his heavy balls slapping against me while he grunted filthy Russian in my ear.

"I'm waiting?" Langston hissed. Everyone knew how nasty Professor Langston was. As he should be, he was a professor in the fashion department; for goodness sake, and somehow being a professor in something as delicate as fashion made him snooty.

And I hated snooty people. It was right under my hatred for tall, burly men who thought they could decide anyone and get away with it.

I sat up straighter, my rainbow t-shirt swaying under the heavy weight of my t.i.ts, flashing my sweetest, brattiest smile. “Sorry, Professor. I was just thinking how some things are so… big they completely ruin you for anything smaller afterward. You know? Like, once you’ve had something so deliciously massive, everything else just feels… inadequate.”

A few people gasped. A guy in the back row choked on his coffee. Professor Langston’s face turned beet red.

“Out. Now, Miss Minnow.”

"Gee Louise, calm your t.i.ts, Langy."

"Young lady!" If my professor was red in the face before, he was close to exploding now.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my bag, and sauntered out of the class, my ass rolling in my blue jeans while my cheeks were burning. Great. Just great. All because of that stupid brute and his stupid, perfect d.i.c.k.

I stormed down to the department lounge. It was a sunny open area with benches, plants, and some ridiculously overpriced vending machines. My ass plopped onto a bench, fuming. My sore p.u.s.s.y gave a vicious throb as I sat, reminding me exactly why I had been distracted and gotten into trouble.

This was all Slav’s fault.

If he wasn’t such a cheating asshole, I wouldn’t have gone to Delirium. I wouldn’t have let him wreck me.

I wouldn’t be sitting here, my c.u.n.t clenching around nothing while my brain kept replaying how easily he’d folded me in half and pumped me full.

No. Stop it, Jasmine.

It was just because it was my first time. That was all. Tonight I was going back, getting real evidence, and ending this once and for all. Mom would divorce his cheating ass, and we would finally have peace.

My phone buzzed.

Mara: Hey babe, where are you? Societies Class just ended. You okay?

Me: I'm at the lounge. My ass got kicked out.

Ten minutes later, Mara, my best friend in the entire world, since forever, appeared. She had about four books clutched to her chest, looking all soft and adorable in her pastel yellow cardigan. Her brown hair was tucked behind her ears using a matching crocheted yellow headband.

“Jasmine, what happened this time?” she rushed forward when she found me, dropping to sit beside me and touching my arm gently.

"What do you mean this time?" I grumbled. "You're talking as if I get kicked out of class every time."

Her lips pulled into a pout as her brows rose, almost hitting her hairline. "Really? Jaz, you get thrown out like every other week."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool even though my thighs kept pressing together. “Professor Langston just has no sense of humor."

She wasn't in my department, yet she knew these things? Oh right, yeah, my blabbing mouth had told her all that.

Mara tilted her head, calm brown eyes searching my face. “Usually you would have ranted about why you threw out. Why are you quiet? This isn’t like you. You’ve been weird. Is it…" Her eyes widened, and she leaned in, dropping her voice to a whisper. "The thing you texted me about?”

I bit my plump bottom lip, trying to stop the words from spilling out before I could stop them.

“Yeah. I went to this members-only s*x club. Lost my virginity to this… huge guy. Like, seriously massive, Mara. Six-five, built like a goddamn Viking god, long blond hair, muscles everywhere, and his c.o.c.k…” I shivered, voice dropping. “It was so thick I thought he was going to split me in half. He f****d me so deep and hard I couldn’t even think. I’m still so sore.”

Mara’s eyes went wide, her cheeks flushing pink as she clamped a hand over her mouth, letting it go to whisper and scream at the same time. “Jasmine! Oh my gosh… are you okay? Who was he?”

I shook my head quickly. “Not... Exactly?"

I mean, I refused to know that asshole, which technically means I did not know him.

"You just lost your virginity to some random guy?!"

"Mara, keep your voice down!" I gasped, glancing around. There were like six other people scattered around the lounge; I didn't want them knowing my business.

She blushed pink, mumbling. "Sorry, sorry, but it's super crazy, Jaz. Even for you. What were you even doing at a s*x club?"

Before Mara could press for more, a familiar voice cut in.

“Hey girls!”

Katrina sauntered over, her skinny hips swinging in her tiny black leather skirt, glossy bleached blonde hair bouncing. She dropped onto the bench on the other side of me, leaning in to snap a gun loudly in my ear.

“Why’d Langston toss you out, Jaz? You were extra spicy today,” she teased, then leaned in with a wicked grin. “So… spill. What’s going on?”

Katrina was my coursemate; we took the same classes, and we had hit it off right after our first day in college together. That didn't mean I could tell her stuff like I had s*x in a s*x club. Katrina wasn't like Mara; she would read between the lines very quickly.

I shot Mara a quick shut-up look. Mara nodded slightly, sweet as always.

“Nothing,” I said, forcing a smirk. “Just tired of bullshit.”

Katrina waved it off. “Anyway, you two coming to the Alpha frat party tonight? It’s going to be lit. Free drinks, hot guys, the works. Jaz, Milo will even be there.”

Milo? Aw crap, I didn’t want to miss it, but I had no choice. I shook my head. “Can’t. Family thing tonight.”

Mara and Katrina both stared at me in disbelief.

“B-But you’ve been trying to catch Milo’s eye!” Mara groaned. I had a crush on Milo since he showed up in our department two months ago, looking all awkward at the door to the lecture room, holding a transfer paper up.

“Looks like I’m transferring here,” he said, in that raspy, boyish tone that had my heart doing a hundred flips.

“Since when do you miss parties for family stuff?” Katrina asked, raising a perfectly arched brow. Then her eyes narrowed in a sly look. “Or is it because you’re stuck at home with that sexy stepdaddy of yours? God, how is Big Daddy Slav doing? That man is fineeeee. All that muscle and those green eyes…"

My stomach twisted with annoyance. Usually, I could bear Kat fussing all over that brute, but not right now when my p.u.s.s.y clenched so hard I had to cross my legs.

“Whatever,” I snapped, my voice dripping with venom. “He’s just a giant, brainless, cheating brute. A pathetic waste of space. I’d rather choke than spend another second thinking about that idiot.”

Katrina laughed. “Damn, tell us how you really feel; don't hold back at all."

I stood up abruptly, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “Are we getting lunch or not? I’m tired of talking about that fool.”

As we walked toward the cafeteria, my mind kept racing.

Tonight I was confronting him. I would catch him in the act again, get the proof, and blow his perfect life apart. Mom would divorce him and Carol, and I would be perfectly happy without that beast.

My thighs clenched furiously; a fresh rush of heat and liquid soaked my panties under my jeans.

Just evidence; that was all I was getting.

Nothing else.