Milky Secrets

AR TABOO
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 1

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 Milky Secrets
Her uncle has been preparing her for a life with him... and his milky kinks. 
 Chapter One
NIKKI

I stare out the window as we make the long drive out to Uncle Gordon’s.
I’ve only ever met him a handful of times over the years. He hated the city,
Mom said, and it’s why he lived out in the middle of nowhere but still
managed to rule the family with an iron first.
Honestly I have no clue what he does. I think it might have something
to do with stocks. Whatever it is, he does it well because he supports my
mom and me. He showed up one day out of the blue after my father
abandoned us, and our lives were forever changed.
We went from a trailer park to a fancy house in a gated community. I
was taken out of public school and given my own teacher that came to the
house every day to teach me one on one, and I got my high school diploma
months ago.
I should have known something was up when Mom never talked about
what would happen after I graduated. Then again, she doesn’t do anything.
There was no talk of the future for me since each day was like the rest. I
longed for something more, and I felt all alone.
Sometimes I’d ask Mom if I could do certain things, but she’d never let
me. She would tell me it wasn’t permitted on the list of rules from Gordon.
All rules must be followed, or we’d be out on the street. At least, that was
my understanding.
 At first, it was all wonderful because we always had a fridge stocked
with food, and I had a bedroom of my own. It was a big change from the
life we’d had before.
I’d heard my father speak of Gordon before I’d ever met him. They
weren’t close brothers, and my father loathed him. He’d get drunk and go
on about how Gordon stole the family business out from under him and that
since he was the older brother it should have been his. I got the feeling my
father didn’t get the family business because he was disowned. He had a lot
of bad habits, and I think my mom was one of them.
Someone once told me that my mom used to be a stripper, and that’s
how she and my dad met. They even teased that the man I knew as my
father might not actually be him. Looking at Mom, you’d never know that
she once took her clothes off for money and maybe did other favors. Not as
she sits next to me in a Chanel dress. Her outfit cost more than the trailer
we once lived in.
I have no clue what was gossip around the trailer park or real. I was just
happy to be out of there. Once my father up and left, I started to see a
change in my mom. She started to pick up on some of my father’s habits
and often didn’t come home. She would hop from one trailer to another,
leaving me alone in ours when I was only twelve.
Then one day, Uncle Gordon was standing at the door of our trailer,
looking so out of place in his fancy suit and car. I remember him being
bigger than life then and just as intimidating. He had this aura of power that
rolled off him, and even though I was thirteen, I still feel the same now.
That’s the day we moved, and I never saw that trailer park again.
While everything was better as the years passed, I started to realize how
isolated I really was. Especially now that I no longer go to school. It was
always just Mom and me, but sometimes she goes out. Mostly I stay home,
and when I do leave, security comes with me. If Mom left on her own,
security would stay behind, which I never understood.
 Gordon only shows up once a year like a check-in, and he and my
mother would go over the rules. After that, he would be out the door, not
sparing me a glance. I didn’t understand because he didn’t care about his
brother, but he looked out for us. I shouldn’t question it, and if anything, I
should be thankful, but things again are changing.
“Why do I have to move?” I ask my mom for the tenth time. Two days
ago, I was told I was moving up to the family estate.
“It’s time.” There is a glossiness in my mom's eyes. I’ve noticed it more
lately, and I wonder if she’s slipped into some old habits when she’s gone
out.
“Time for what?”
“Your Uncle Gordon is all alone out there. He needs someone to keep
him company.”
“He wants company?” The man hardly talks.
I didn’t think he liked me. When he did spare a glance my way, his face
would turn hard, and his dark eyes seared through me. As big and scary as
he was, there was something alluring about him. I had a weird fascination
with him and often caught myself thinking about him and recounting the
things my father said. He seemed cold, but I’m sure I’ll soon find out.
“Yes, he wants company.”
“Why aren’t you staying too?”
“He doesn’t want me.” Her lips purse. Maybe this isn’t a bad thing.
Some space from my mom might be nice. She’s never been a warm and
fuzzy mother. “Did you take your pills?”
“Yes.” That was another new rule that popped up when I turned
eighteen. A doctor came out to the house to give me a physical. She gave
me a few shots and started me on some vitamins. Mom said all girls do it
when they turn eighteen.
At first I didn’t notice any difference, but after a while, I noticed
changes, though it could be part of getting older. I’ve gained some weight,
which my mother complained about constantly. I did not get her genes
because she’s rail thin. My curves have filled out more, but what I noticed
most were my breasts. They often ache, as do other parts of me, and now
it’s starting to get almost painful. Maybe I should ask to see that doctor
again.
“We’re almost there,” Mom says, putting her sunglasses on to hide her
eyes. “You need to understand something, Nikki. Gordon has been good to
us. If he asks you to do something, you do it. Remember our talk about men
and their needs.”
“Mom,” I hiss as embarrassment heats my face and I glance toward the
driver. Yeah, I remember that talk. It wasn’t one I enjoyed having with her. I
preferred learning about it from my romance books. They might not be
reality, but they could make me dream and long for more.
“Now is not the time to be shy.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re getting new rules,” she says, not answering my question.
“Of course I will.” I roll my eyes.
“Don’t be a little bitch.” I flinch at her words.
Since we were told that I was moving, Mom has been cruel toward me.
Normally, she doesn’t pay me much attention, but now she’s been taking
jabs at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think she’s jealous, but I don’t
understand why. “I hope he doesn’t change his mind.” Her eyes move down
my body, and I fidget with the top of my dress.
It’s been hard to find anything that fits me right with how full my
breasts are. They are almost falling out of the top, and I hope whatever
clothes I have at Uncle Gordon’s will fit me better. I was told to leave
everything behind.
The driver pulls up a long driveway, and a man steps out from a little
guard house, peeking into the car. He looks at everyone but me as if I’m not
here. A moment later, the giant black gates that would put ours to shame
swing open, and the driver continues up the driveway. My mouth falls open
when I see the house—if you can call it a house because it’s more like a
castle. It’s so big I might not even see Gordon. This is the kind of place a
girl could get lost in.
I think my life is about to change completely once again.
 Chapter Two
GORDON

When the car pulls up to the front of the house, I step through the doors to
greet them. My former sister-in-law Heather gets out first and comes right
for me.
“Gordon, so good to see you.” She leans in for a kiss, but I don’t move,
and she’s left to stand there scowling. “Did you get my email?”
“Yes,” I say coolly, and it seems like her smile falters slightly before she
puts it back in place.
“And?”
“And the answer is no.” I glance over her shoulder at Nikki and then
nod back at the car. “You can go now.”
All pretenses fall from her face, and she leans close so she can hiss the
words at me. “I’ll go to the press. I’ll tell if you don’t pay me.”
She sent an email last week making demands, but I just deleted it.
Heather has always looked out for herself, even when she was supposed to
be looking out for my niece. She’s trying to use this as a last-ditch effort,
but it’s too late.
“Stop embarrassing yourself.” I nod to the car and step around her.
“We’re done here.”
My driver steps forward and takes her by the elbow to escort her away
before she can make a scene. That’s when I see Nikki fully for the first
time, and I take her in. Her dress is cut low across the top, and her breasts
spill out over the top. The lush mounds look tight, and I have to swallow as
my mouth waters.
“Welcome home, Nikki,” I say and hold out my hand.
“Hey, Uncle Gordon.” She bites her bottom lip and looks anywhere but
at me. She doesn’t even spare her mother a glance as she’s taken back to the
car and I lead Nikki into the house.
“Let me show you to your room.” I don’t let go of her hand as we walk
up the stairs.
“It’s so big,” she says with wonder in her voice, and I feel my cock
swell.
How am I going to keep control of myself? She’s eighteen now and all
mine.
Once we’re in her room, I close the door behind us and let her look
around. “I had this decorated for you, but you can have anything you’d like
changed.”
I’m hoping she’ll be in my bed before too long, but one step at a time,
Gordon.
“It’s the nicest place I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes are bright as she turns to
beam at me. “Thank you, Uncle.”
“Come here and say it properly,” I tell her, and she looks at me in
confusion. “We’ve got rules, Nikki, and you’re going to follow them.”
“Yes, sir.” She comes over in front of me and looks hesitant.
“When you want to thank me, you’ll give me a kiss.” I bend down
because I’m too tall for her to reach on her tiptoes. She places her hands on
my chest as she goes up and gives me a quick kiss. “You have to open your
mouth, Nikki,” I say, and she blushes again.
“Okay.” When she kisses me again, this time she does as I ask and
opens her mouth so I can slide my tongue against hers.
 She inhales at the contact but doesn't pull back. I take my time tasting
her and let my hands reach out and touch her hips. She’s so full and soft
here that it’s perfect to hold on to.
“Good girl.” I praise, and she smiles again. “Now for the rest of your
rules.”
“I promise to do what I’m told, Uncle.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Come sit on the bed with me.” I go over and
take a seat and then lean back on the pillows. She watches me, and not
knowing where to sit, I take her hand. “When I’m seated you’ll sit in my lap
unless I tell you otherwise.”
“Oh.” She looks down at my lap, and then I pull her to me.
“Put your knees on either side of mine. That’s it, it feels good this way.”
Her dress rides up a little, and then I feel the heat of her cunt tucked tightly
against my cock. “Perfect.”
“That does feel good,” she says in surprise.
“You’ve been taking your pills like I told you?” I ask, and she nods
quickly. “That’s my good girl.”
My fingers go to the front of her dress where there’s a little white bow
that’s holding the top of it together.
“All of your dresses have this,” I say as I reach out and touch the little
ribbon. “It’s so I can have easy access to you when I’m thirsty.”
“Thirsty?” She cocks her head to the side, and I’m almost shaking with
excitement as I slowly untie the ribbon.
“It’s my job to take care of you now. Your body has been going through
some changes so that we can have this special time together each night
before bed.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do anything, sweet girl. I’ll do all the work. You
just have to sit right here on my lap and let Uncle take care of you.”
“I thought you didn’t like me,” she says softly, and I shake my head.
 “I couldn’t touch you before now, so I had to keep my distance until you
were old enough. Until you were ready. I’ve been waiting on you a long
time, Nikki.”
“So this is our special time?”
I nod as I pull back the material of the dress and reveal her full breasts.
“It’s our secret.” I trace my finger over the tight peak of her nipple, and a
little drop of cream appears. “They hurt, don’t they?”
“Yes. They’ve grown so fast.”
“That’s because you’re holding my treat for me.” When she looks at me
in confusion, I bend down and put my lips to her nipple. The tip of my
tongue glides over the tiny peak, and then I taste the cream of her milk.
“What a sweet girl you are.”
“Uncle?” She pushes her breast a little more into my mouth, and I suck
harder this time. “That makes me tingle in my panties.”
“Does it?” I look down to where her dress has ridden up and then switch
to the other breast. When she gives me another treat of milk, I lean back and
reach for my belt. “Maybe I should check your panties for cream too.”
 Chapter Three
NIKKI

“Don’t stop.” I grab the back of his head and sink my finger into his hair to
bring his mouth back to my breast. When he latches on to my nipple, it’s the
first time in over a week the building pressure inside my chest starts to give
way.
His mouth moves to the other and seals the space between his lips and
my nipple. When I feel the same instant relief, I don’t understand what’s
happening to my body. I thought only women with babies made breastmilk,
but right now, it doesn’t matter. What I do understand, though, is whatever
my uncle is doing is helping. I grip his shoulders to hang on to him as his
hand works between us.
“Uncle Gordon!”
I jerk back when I feel his hand pulling my panties to the side. My eyes
go down between us, and his cock is out of his slacks. I let out a small gasp
at the size of him. Sure, Mom showed me a video on sex and what men
need, but seeing a cock on a screen and having one pressing against me is
another. For one thing, it’s smaller on the TV. The woman on the screen had
taken the man into her mouth and then she also let him put it inside of her.
That thing will split me in two. Then I see a small bead of something
creamy drip from the tip.
 “I’ll never hurt you, sugar. I’m just checking for more of your cream.”
His fingers part the lips of my sex, and I moan when he strums the small
bundle of nerves there. “You shaved.” It was on the list of things I was to
do. “It aches here too, doesn’t it?”
I nod my head because it’s too hard to form words.
“You want Uncle Gordon to take care of you?”
“You always take care of me,” I say absently. I’m so lost in whatever
he’s doing to my body that I don’t think it’s mine any longer.
“I do.” He presses firmly against the small bundle and swirls his fingers.
His mouth once again suckles my breast before taking long, hard pulls. I dig
my nails into his shoulders as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt rocks
through every inch of me. I collapse into him and bury my face in his neck
as I try to catch my breath. What the heck was that?
I peek up when he pulls his hand out from between us and watch as he
sucks his sticky fingers into his mouth. A loud groan of pleasure rumbles
from deep inside of him.
“It’s never that good when I do that to myself,” I whisper, almost in
awe.
“Nikki,” he snaps, and I lift my head. I loved when he called me sugar.
“You don’t touch yourself unless instructed. Do you understand?” he says
sternly.
“But sometimes, I ah…” I lick my lips, feeling shy about admitting that
I like touching myself.
“If you want it rubbed, you come to me and I will take care of it. Do
you understand me?”
“Yes, Uncle Gordon,” I agree. “Is that on the list?” I think I’ll enjoy that
rule. He’s better at it than I am.
“It is now.”
“What about you?” I bite my lip as my eyes drop to his cock. More
cream is leaking from the tip. “Should I suck you the way you sucked me?
Does it hurt you too?”
“Years. For years it’s hurt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Show me.” He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip.
“Show you?”
“On your knees, sugar.” He places me down off his lap onto the floor.
“Go on,” he encourages. His fingers sink into my hair as he guides me
toward his cock. I reach up to wrap my hand around him, but he stops me.
“No hands. Only a small taste for now.” I rest my hands on his thick thighs
and nod.
Sliding my tongue across the head of his cock, I sweep up the bead of
creaminess. The saltness fills my mouth, and the second I taste it, I want
more. I wrap my mouth around the head and suck to give him relief. A
splash of it hits my tongue, and I moan.
“Greed,” he grits out, and I look up at him through my lashes as I keep
swiping my tongue back and forth over the little hole where the cream
comes from. I am trying to get more as he shakes his head. “No.” He pulls
me back by my hair, and his cock slips from my mouth.
“Did I do it wrong?”
“We don’t waste my cream.”
“But you drank mine,” I huff, confused.
“You’ll get it.” He lifts me again and spins me around so that my back
hits the bed. “No more of these.” He yanks my panties off and tosses them
away before he spreads my thighs wide and pulls me down the bed. My
bottom is almost falling off, and I try to close my legs, but he steps between
them, giving the side of my thigh a smack. I jump, and it makes my boob
bounce.
“If I spread your thighs, you keep them that way.” I bite my lip and nod.
“Just like that, sugar.” He guides the head of his cock between the lips of
my sex, and I moan as my hips buck. He slides it over my clit, but then I
feel him go farther down.
“That’s breaking a rule!” I blurt out when he presses the head of his
cock inside of me.
“Nothing is a rule for me, Nikki. You belong to me, and I can do what I
please with you.” My sex squeezes around the head of his cock, and I feel a
warm liquid leak out of me. “Someone loves the idea of me using their little
body.”
“Little?” I want to laugh because I don’t think I’m very little. My dress
barely fits me.
“Yes, little. My little girl.” I suck in a breath, and my heart flutters.
I watch as he strokes himself, and the need to lift my hips is too much.
When I do it, he smacks my thigh again, and the sharp sting shoots straight
to my clit. I whimper with need as he keeps pressing his cock into me.
“Be still and take Uncle Gordon’s cream like a polite little girl. Your
body needs it. It’s good for you.” He keeps working his hand up and down
his cock, and I grip the pink comforter, needing to hold on to something so I
don’t move. My clit is throbbing again.
Suddenly, a loud groan comes from Uncle Gordon, and warmth blooms
inside of me. He holds his cock in place, not moving for a long moment.
When he steps back, his cock slips out of me, and I feel empty. I bite the
inside of my cheek so I don’t ask for him to put it back. He’s given me so
much already.
He drops to his knees, and then I feel his mouth right where I want it
most. His tongue does the same his fingers had as he swipes it back and
forth. This time, he pushes a finger inside my bottom, and the cream he
gave me earlier starts to spill out. I moan as he takes the ache away again
and this orgasm is better than the last.
“Uncle Gordon!” I scream because it’s all too much. My eyes close, and
sleep starts to pull me under. My body is so heavy now, and though I try to
fight it, it’s too much.
The last thing I feel is Uncle Gordon climbing up my body and latching
on to my breast. He moans as he swallows and takes what belongs to him.
 Chapter Four
GORDON

“Time to wake up,” I say to Nikki as I place the tray on the bed beside her.
Her eyes slowly open, and she blinks up at me before she smiles. “What
time is it?”
“Almost noon,” I say, and her eyes widen in surprise.
I tried not to wake her up last night when I would climb on top of her
and drink. Most of the time, she was content to keep sleeping, but every
now and then, I would slide my hand between her legs and make her cum
while I was doing it.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever slept so soundly before.” When she sits up,
the sheets pool around her waist, and her swollen breasts hang heavy in
front of her.
“Sore?” I say as I reach out and gently strum my finger over her nipple.
A little drop of milk comes out, and I bring it to my mouth to suck it off.
“Kind of.” She blushes as she looks over at what I’ve brought her.
“Cookies?”
“It makes your milk sweeter.” I push the covers the rest of the way off
her so I can see her naked body. “You eat while I take care of you.”
Standing up, I strip off my clothes and then climb into bed naked. Last
night took all my control, and I’m done holding back. Nikki had a night to
get used to things, and it’s time she’s broken in. I’ve waited long enough,
and this pretty young pussy needs to be filled.
She’s sitting up and still holding on to the fork as I spread her legs and
then settle between them. “Eat,” I order, and she takes a bite of the cookie
as I lower my mouth to her tits. She’s dripping now like she knows what’s
about to happen, and her body can’t wait. “Is this for me?” I ask as I cover
her nipple with my mouth and take a long pull.
“Yes.” She moans as she takes a bite of her cookie, and I feel her raise
her hips.
Hurrying to her other breast, I slide my tongue over her nipple, and I’m
rewarded with a splash of cream on my tongue. “Good girl,” I say as she
takes another bite, and I feel my cock swelling impossibly bigger.
“That feels so good, Uncle Gordon,” she says, and I grunt as I keep
sucking on her.
When she’s eaten the last bite of cookie, I put the tray on the floor and
then sit up. “Turn over on your tummy and put your ass in the air.”
“Yes, sir,” she answers and then does as I ask.
Bending down, I put my face in her pussy from behind, and she moans
before pushing it back against me. I lick all the way up to her asshole and
then slide my tongue over that too. Her clit is already hard and throbbing as
I rub it and lick her ass at the same time. She gets louder as I do it, and it
doesn’t take long before she’s right at the edge.
“Are all teenagers this horny?” I ask as I sink a finger in her ass. “Or is
it just my niece?”
“I’m so close.” Her legs are practically shaking, and my cock feels like
it’s going to break if I don’t get it inside her soon.
“This is going to hurt, sugar, but you know it’s your job to take care of
me now. Right?”
“Yes sir,” she answers as I push the blunt head of my cock to her
opening.
 Draping my body over hers, I reach around to stroke her pussy as I
thrust all the way inside her and pop her ripe little cherry I’ve been waiting
for. “Fuck, it’s mine,” I hiss as I start to go in and out faster.
She tenses and cries out, but I keep on petting her clit to take the sting
away. I should slow down, but I can’t. She’s done this to me. Taunted me so
I wanted no other. Her barely legal cunt is wet and greedy as it grips me
tightly and tries to suck the cum out of my dick. She wants this, and I’ll be
the only one to ever give it to her. She’s the only thing my brother did right
in this world.
“Shit,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know
how good what you had in your panties was until you were eighteen.” I
groan as I watch my cock going in and out of her body.
“I’m too full,” she whines, and I pop her pussy with my wet fingers.
“No you’re not.” Her whine turns into begging as I do it again. “All
those times I’d come see you.” I bend down and put my lips to her ear.
“You had no idea what I wanted to do to you. How badly I wanted to slide
my hand up your dress and touch you.”
“Yes.” Her voice is as low as mine, and I feel a rush of wet heat coat my
cock.
“How does it feel to finally ride your uncle's dick?”
“So good,” she answers in a whisper.
“I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I’ve wanted you, sugar.”
My slippery fingers go back and forth over her clit, and her body tenses
at the edge. When I hold myself deep inside of her, she cries out and cums
around my cock. I feel every pulse of her pussy down my length as I begin
to pump my cum into her. I close my eyes and just let our bodies feel this
moment as I release.
Once the last of her orgasm is over, she falls to the mattress, and I pull
out. She moans at the loss, but it’s not for long. I roll her onto her back and
then open her legs so I can thrust back in.
 “I need another quick one,” I say as I bend down and suck on her tits.
When her milk hits my tongue, I grunt, and my hips move in urgency. I
fuck her harder like this, but I cum fast, and before I know it, I’m pumping
her full again.
“Uncle,” she moans sleepily, and her hands reach between us. “I want to
rub my kitty.”
“No,” I say and push her hands away.
“Will you do it for me?” She clenches around my still hard cock and
looks up at me through her lashes. “Pretty please.” I can’t deny her.
“Since you asked like a good girl.” While my cock is still in her, I rub
her pussy until she cums around me. I’m not ready to leave her tight hole,
and I’m greedy for more.
“I didn’t expect it to feel this good,” she confesses, and when I don’t
speak, she goes on. “I mean, it hurt at first because you’re so big.” She
giggles and then clenches around me, making me grunt. “But I didn’t expect
it to feel so good in my heart too.”
“That’s because I love you.” I push the hair away from her face and
look into her eyes. “You’ve always been my girl, Nikki, and I’ve always
taken care of you. Now you get to take care of me right back.”
“I love you too, Uncle Gordon.” This time, she leans up and kisses me.
When I feel her tongue against mine, I moan in praise.
“That’s perfect, sugar,” I say as I pull out a little and thrust back in.
“You’re going to be so greedy now, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She giggles and wraps her legs around me. “But mostly because
I like your attention.”
“It’s all yours from here on out.” Dipping my head low, I latch on to her
nipple and suck. “And you won’t get far from me either. I’m always so
thirsty for your cream.”
“You like my milk.” She giggles again as she pushes her tits into my
face.
 “You’re my very own dessert, sugar.” I pull my cock all the way out and
slide it to her ass. With the tip covered in cum, I pop in just a little, and she
gasps in surprise. “Let’s see what a good girl you are now.”
“Uncle Gordon!” She sounds like she wants to protest, but she bears
down on my cock.
“Relax, this is just another way for you to show me you love me.”
“I do.” She nods quickly and spreads her legs wider.
“You know, from now on, you’re going to be more like a daughter to
me.” Her eyes widen, and then a huge smile spreads across her face.
“Does that mean I can call you Daddy?”
The sound of that word on her lips makes my cock pulse with need.
“Anytime you want, sugar.” I push into her ass more, and she lets me take
all I want.
Always my perfect girl.
 Daddy’s Boss
She was given to the boss ... but Daddy has to watch. 
 Chapter 1
LACY
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I hop off the bus, happy that this will be the last time I’ll ever have to use it.
I’m the only senior at my high school that rides the bus because my father
won’t allow me to drive or get a ride from a friend. Not that I have any
friends I could ask. It’s hard to stay in with any group of friends when you
can’t hang out or even text.
My parents are crazy strict, and I don’t understand it. I’m freaking
eighteen, and I was sure when I had my birthday last week things would
change for the better. Nope. I begged and pleaded to at least get a phone,
but I was told no. If I wanted one I’d have to buy it myself. I might be an
adult, but I still live under my father’s roof, which means he rules our home
and my life.
I hate him.
I’d be more than happy to get a job if it got me out of this house. When
I told him I would get one, he said he’d think about it. Now I’m starting to
feel trapped with no way out. Can someone run away at my age? There’s
nowhere for me to go, and I hate the hopelessness that washes over me.
With how I feel, it makes me wonder how my mother does it. He keeps
her on a tight leash too. She turned into a robot, but I guess she’s always
been that way. I try to search my mind back to my childhood as I make my
way toward the house.
 When I see a black SUV parked outside on the curb, I wonder if
someone is visiting. I’m sure my father knows it’s here because he’s always
so paranoid. He has cameras all over the outside of the house. Hell, I
wouldn’t be surprised if they’re inside too.
I’m not sure what my father does for work, but he spends his days in his
office, and often he goes out after dinner, which I’m thankful for. I hear him
stumble home drunk most nights, but I’ll never understand why Mom is so
unbothered by it. I don’t think I’d like my husband going out most nights
and stumbling home drunk with no clue where or who he’s been with.
The worst is when I hear the two of them going at it after he gets home
—and I don’t mean fighting. Thankfully, it never lasts but a minute or two,
and I can usually ignore it.
I stop when I get to the SUV and glance inside. All the windows are
blacked out, so I can’t tell if anyone is in it, but I do notice that it's running.
Just then the back window rolls down, revealing the handsomest man I’ve
ever seen in my life.
“Lacy.” He smirks.
“You know my name?” I squeak in surprise.
“What are you doing, girl? Get in this house!” I spin around to see my
father standing on the porch. “Leave Corano alone.”
“It’s Mr. Corano to you, John,” the man says, and I stand there a bit
shocked. I’ve never seen or heard anyone correct my father. That only
makes this Corano guy hotter than he already is.
My father’s jaw tightens like it always does when he’s annoyed. “Sorry,
sir. Lacy, get in the house,” he orders again. This time I don’t move because
my feet feel stuck.
“Go on,” Corano encourages, and I start to walk away from him. I’d
rather stay and stare at the handsome man, but he clearly wants me gone.
I hurry up the stairs of the porch, and my father hisses at me, “To your
room and don’t come out until I send your mother to collect you for
dinner.”
“What are we having for dinner?” I ask, but I’m stalling.
I peek over my shoulder to see Corano is now out of the SUV and
strolling up the sidewalk toward us. I could tell he was a big man when he
was inside the car, but he’s way bigger than I thought. I don’t think I’ve
seen anything built the way he is.
He’s not big in the same way as my father, whose belly hangs over his
slacks, and the buttons of his shirts are always straining. Father isn’t tall
either. This Corano is easily close to seven feet, and even though he’s built,
his suit fits him perfectly.
“In,” my father snaps at me again, and I bolt into the house and up the
stairs to my bedroom.
The whole time, I’m wondering who Corano is and if he’s staying. We
never have guests at dinner. My dad will sometimes have people over, but
they stay in his office and, more often than not, I have to stay in my room.
I’m starting to think I’m an embarrassment to him. The last year he’s grown
worse with keeping me locked inside the house.
Glancing at myself in the full-length mirror attached to my closet door,
I’m thankful I don’t have to wear my school uniform anymore. Over the last
year, my boobs finally came in, so my polo shirt is snug across my chest.
Did my boobs come in or did I gain weight?
A lot of my clothes don’t fit anymore, which forces the waistline of my
skirt higher. Thankfully, it’s got some stretch to it, but it used to hit above
the knees, and now it comes to mid-thigh. My height hasn’t changed, so it
has to be the weight gain since my hips are fuller too.
I turn back to face the mirror and lift my skirt to reveal my simple white
panties. They’re plain, and I wonder if this is how I’ll be forever. Stuck in
this bedroom with my plain clothes and dull life and nothing to look
forward to.
 “Lacy.” I drop my skirt at the sound of my mom’s voice, and a second
later she opens my bedroom door. “It’s time for dinner.”
“Now?” I glance at the clock on my nightstand and see it’s nowhere
near dinner time. Not that I’m complaining.
Both of my parents have been on me about what I eat lately. That’s
probably the answer to my question. I must have put some on since all my
meals have been cut down and I’ve had to sneak snacks. Thankfully, I can
get anything from the lunchroom or vending machine on my student card.
They never mention how much I spend, and there doesn’t seem to be a
limit. But now that school is over, I’ll have to ration.
“Yes, come downstairs now.”
“Can I change?” I’m still in my uniform.
“Your father said you need to come right now.”
“Okay.” She holds my door open, and I walk out.
When I hit the bottom step, I see my father’s office door is open, but no
one is inside. I make my way down the hallway and stop at the dining room
where my father and Mr. Corano are sitting.
“Lacy.” My father's voice is tight. “I want to introduce you to Mr.
Corano.” Mr. Corano stands and offers me his hand.
“You can call me Corano for now.”
For now? I take his hand, expecting to shake it, but he ends up snagging
me around the wrist and pulling me into him. He grunts when my body
collides with his. Warmth explodes through me. As much as I enjoy the
feeling of Corano’s big body against mine, I try to push back, knowing I’m
about to be in so much trouble.
“You’re not getting away from me now,” he says as he leans down to
whisper into my ear, “I’ve been waiting for this. It’s been a year since I first
saw you.”
His teeth sink into my neck, and I let out a small gasp. The pain shoots
straight between my thighs as heat settles low in my stomach. My fingers
dig into the front of his shirt as my body experiences an array of sensations
and emotions.
“Father?” I have no idea what is happening right now, but Corano is the
one that responds.
“I’m your daddy now.” Corano lifts his head, and his dark eyes meet
mine. The intensity and hunger I see in them makes my breath hitch.
“Drinks?” my mother asks as she enters the dining room, oblivious to
what’s happening. She sets my dad’s normal Coke and whiskey down on
the table.
“She’ll have milk with her dinner,” Corano informs my mom, and she
nods and leaves the room without saying a word about Corano holding me
against his body.
Something hard presses into my stomach.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I whisper.
“What’s happening, little one, is your father has gotten himself in too
deep ,and now he can’t pay his debts.” My eyes flick over to my father, who
is staring at us. Corano’s rough fingers slip up the back of my thigh and go
under my skirt. I expect my father to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead
he watches Corano’s hand and then licks his lips.
“How much does he owe you?” I whimper as Corano’s fingers grab my
bottom and then dig into me.
“A few million,” he says, and I gasp. A few million?!
“What does that have to do with me?” The question pops out of my
mouth, but I think I already know.
“It has everything to do with you, little one. You’re the only collateral
he has.”
“Me?”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” My face rushes with heat, but I nod my
head. “You’ve been such a good girl over the last year, but I’ll confirm for
myself.”
 Before I can ask how he’s going to do that, he’s lifting me off my feet
and placing me on the dining room table. He lays me back and then I watch
with wide eyes as he flips my skirt up and pulls my panties down my legs. I
gasp as he spreads my thighs, and when I try to close them back, he smacks
the outside of one.
“Be a good girl. I don’t want to have to punish you.” The sting where he
popped me makes my sex throb, and I let my thighs fall back open for him.
“Look how pretty you are.” He runs his finger down the seam of my bare
sex.
“Mom said I have to keep myself shaved. That girls are supposed to.”
His finger stops over the small bundle of nerves that’s throbbing almost
painfully.
I can feel my father’s eyes on me as I let out a moan. When he starts to
stroke me, it feels so good because his rough fingers are different from my
own. I’ve tried to play with myself before, but I could never get what my
body longed for. Corano’s fingers might do the trick because they’re as
thick and rough as the rest of him. I peek over to see my father still
watching us and not saying a word.
His eyes are looking at where Corano is touching me, and he has the
same heated look in his eyes that Corano does. Sweat drips down my
father’s forehead like he’s been working out.
A warm shiver slides down my belly, and I look at Corano when his
finger stops moving. My hips start to rise, but he grabs them to keep me
from doing it again.
“Be still and let me check.” That’s when I feel him press against me in a
tight pressure.
“And if I’m not a virgin?” I don’t know why I ask because I am.
“Then your father will lose more than his daughter tonight.”
The pressure gets tighter, and there’s a tiny pinch. I’m a virgin, and I
think Corano has now confirmed that for himself. It’s a fight to not move
my hips, but I don’t want to get in trouble. I’m a good girl, and I always
follow the rules.
“It’s your lucky day, John. Your daughter just saved your life.”

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