His warmth envelops me as his arms encircle my waist, hauling me back into his chest. His breath hits the back of my neck, and he groans in his sleep, presses his growing erection into my ass.
“Heidi,” he mumbles, the sound pained. “I miss you.”
His nose is in my hair, breathing in my scent, and he again pushes himself against me. My body stiffens with anger at the sound of her name, the tortured way he moans it, and the waves of desperation hitting my back.
He misses his fucking wife. Ex-wife.
I’m his wife now.
I turn in the circle of his arms and take his face between my hands. “I’m here.”
His eyes clench in sleep, his mouth turned down in sorrow, and when I lean forward to kiss him, his mouth opens eagerly. His tongue invades mine, searching, seeking for her. I don’t mind, I can pretend to be her in his most desperate times. I can comfort him when he feels like everything is lost, and I can bear him children when he craves a family.
His hand dives between my legs, inside my underwear, and then his fingers swipe through my pussy, groaning when he feels how wet I am for him. He roughly shoves two fingers up inside of me, and I whimper at the aggressive intrusion.
Yes, the first time Daddy took my virginity, I had pain for days afterward. I was swollen, and I bled, but I’ve grown used to him, and his large size. We’ve made love several times, but he always makes sure I’m ready to take all of him without too much pain.
He says I’m so tight, his favorite pussy to fuck.
His fingers still as my pussy clenches through the pain, trying to find some semblance of pleasure through the violation. His whole body stiffens and his eyes finally open, finding me in his ex-wife’s place on the bed. The spot he would fuck her into the mattress, and I would stand at the doorway and watch.
“Beverly.” My name comes out with a growl. “I told you already, you can’t sleep in this bed with me. This is why your mother left us.”
Left us.
It takes all of my willpower to hold in the snort threatening to escape.
“She’s never coming back.” I grind into his hand, his fingers still deep inside of me.
“Don’t say that.” He begins to pump in and out. “I miss her,” he confesses, as his forehead hits mine.
He searches for her every day, worried about the sun’s radiation hurting her, the air’s poison killing her, and each day he comes back, sadder than the last. Poor Daddy, I wish I could tell him he’ll never find her, but then he’ll hate me.
His other hand wraps around my face, squeezing my cheeks into my mouth, and pulling me in closer.
“You want to be fucked, Beverly?” His lips pull taut over his mouth, his words spit out between his teeth.
I don’t like how he says my name. It doesn’t sound like a husband loving his wife. More like a daddy punishing his daughter.
He releases me with a shove and his hand is yanked back out of my pants. “Get on your hands and knees.”
This is new. Usually Daddy loves me while he’s on top, never in demeaning, animalistic positions. But I do as he asks, and roll over, propping up on my hands and knees. He quickly moves behind me and yanks my pants down, the waistband digging into my thighs.
“Oh, sweet Beverly,” he says, his tone sounding mocking. “You thought you would warm my bed in your mother’s absence? We would now be man and wife?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he grabs the globes of my ass in handfuls. “Yes, Daddy.”
The head of his cock presses against my pussy as he releases one hand to fist my hair. “You can’t be my wife, Bevie.” His words are sneered and a direct hit to my heart. “You’re my daughter.” Then he slams inside of me, uncaring about the pain, and in this position, he hits so much deeper.
“Daddy,” I whimper. “That hurts.”
“We’re just getting started,” he hums. “You wanted to learn all the duties of a wife, correct? Then you shut your mouth and take what’s given.”
This doesn’t sound like Daddy, but I don’t hate it. No, I actually like his anger. It makes my pussy soak with arousal. He continues to ram inside of me, the grip in my hair tightening, and the strands are yanked from my skull. Still, I don’t cry out. He needs this. He needs a strong woman to unleash on, to let him be the animal he is at his core.
Until he pulls out and his cock is pressed into my other hole.
“No.” I wiggle forward.
“No?” His hand cracks down on my ass cheek. The sting is immediate, pulling tears from my eyes. “You will do everything your father tells you to.”
“No!” I scream as he works his length inside of a place it doesn’t belong. “No, Daddy!” My words end on a garbled scream as he assaults a dark, forbidden place. A place not meant for penetration, and the pain attests to that.
My arousal disappears, replaced by overwhelming agony, and I scream until my throat gives out. Still, he’s not done. It feels like forever, and just when I start to become numb to the pain, he groans and releases his seed inside of me for the first time.
“I think this is where I’ll fuck you from now on, Bevie.” He gives my ass another crack of his hand. “I can fill you with cum and not worry about the potential for offspring.”
What?
I fall forward on the bed, sucking in a deep breath, and letting loose a sob when I feel his release slipping from between my ass cheeks.
Doesn’t Daddy want babies with me? I’m stronger than Heidi, younger and healthier.
“Get dressed.” He gets out of bed. “We have a meeting with Canary. Her boy needs a wife.”
My mouth gapes open as I turn, his back disappearing out of the bedroom. He’s still finding me a husband? Why? Heidi is gone.
Anger rushes through me, heating my muscles to the point of scalding, and I begin to vibrate with its power. He can’t mean that. He’s just angry. Of course, Daddy wants babies with me.
My fingers skim down my sore ass crack, feeling the wetness of his seed, and I dig them in my ass farther, collecting as much as I can. Once two of my fingers are saturated, I slip them into my pussy, going in as deep as I can, clenching my walls to drag every bit off.
* * *
“Beverly is absolutely beautiful,” Canary croaks out as she sips her tea. The old hag. “But it’s not her features we are concerned with. It’s the mind, Pollyx.”
“She is sharp and dutiful,” my father is quick to refute.
“Oh yes, I can attest to that. But her behavior is a bit odd.”
I bite into my cheek as I sit in the chair, keeping my mouth shut as was demanded of me. Still, the anger is flowing through me at her words, igniting the fumes left over from earlier.
“Odd?” Daddy sips his tea, but I don’t miss the thick swallow. He’s afraid people are beginning to catch on about us.
“She’s putting these figures up all over town.” Canary waves her hand over her head. “It’s creepy. Maybe she needs a mother figure, Pollyx. How long has Heidi been gone now? Surely—”
“Stop.” My father holds up his hand, and I grin. I hope this is where he tells her to go fuck herself. “Heidi has only been missing for a few weeks. She’ll be back. As for her behavior, what do you expect from a young woman with no friends? It’s hard.”
“I understand.” Her eyes soften. “Hoyt would be more than enamored with her. I can tell you that.”
My body shudders at the thought of Hoyt. He’s plain, nothing special, and he blends in with the dirt at our feet.
I want my Daddy.
* * *
“It was lovely of you to walk me home, Beverly,” Canary says, her words slurring.
There’s nothing I won’t do to make sure I get everything I want. Thankfully, Canary had two cups of tea, the second one having been made by me.
I nod, watching closely as her eyes droop, and I hold out my arms just in time for her to fall into them, a loud snore squeezing from between her lips.
I drag her small form into a nearby crumbling building, passing Andak on the way. His hat is astray, and I drop Canary to the hard dirt, freeing my arms.
“Hello, Andak,” I murmur as I fix his hat. “How have things been?”
He’s the strong, silent type, but I know he hears me. All my dollies do.
I grab Canary under her arms and drag her lifeless body into the darkened space. I gave her a lethal dose of poppy secretion and she’ll die in her sleep in no time. I’m not marrying anyone but Daddy.
I’m lucky Daddy has the poppy plants, and he’s always been strict about using it. It’s only for extreme pain, but I’ve been toying with dosages, and I think after a few previous tries, I’ve got it down.
I dump her body on the floor and dust off my hands. I’ll come back tomorrow and start the process of helping Canary live forever.