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DADDY ISSUES

I sit at the desk in my room, off-white walls, a black double bed frame coated with white bedding, black and white cushions, and a blanket to top it all off.

A white wardrobe sits across the room, and then my desk, which is light grey, holds all my makeup, hair care products, and all the essentials a girl would need.

My Annabelle doll sits looking at me while I dry my hair.

My eyes are fixed on it as I carry on with my hair as quickly as I can, but the memories of the day my mother gave it to me are burned into my brain.

She was never to be seen again. The words she spoke to me play inside my mind, making me leave the hair dryer on the same spot on my scalp, and I scream from the heat burning me.

“Mummy loves you. Sweet dreams. I’m sorry.”

Sometimes, I swear, when I close my eyes, I see her, her long, wavy caramel-like hair swaying in the wind, covering her eyes, laughing. She's happy, but then I'm reminded it's just a dream that never happened.

She was never happy.

The sound of heavy footsteps downstairs brings me back to reality.

I pick my gun up, ready to shoot whoever thought breaking into my house was a good idea.

I start walking down the stairs, checking every corner until it’s safe to move on.

I make it to the kitchen, where a tall figure stands.

It takes me less than a second to recognise who it is.

No one broke in. It’s only Tobias, which means Sean must be moving the body. I creep up behind him as he looks out the window, a little sunlight peeping through the half-closed blinds—the light's beam on his side profile.

His jawline takes my focus off what I should be doing. I drool over my lips, catching the saliva on the gun, and pressing the barrel to the back of his head.

“One day, I’m going to shoot you.” My voice is laced with anger as I release the gun, letting him turn around.

He smirks back at me. My eyes drop, roaming around him, checking out how good he looks, a short top that clings to his body, his six-pack showing through, His tattoos taking my focus, maybe I can get him to do me one someday.

I'd love to have him brand me. Maybe I can ask if he still has all his tattooing kit.

I'm not even sure if he still does it, but surely he must do something when he's not with me.

“Angel, are you flirting with me?”

“Stop calling me that. Help your brother with the body.”

He walks toward me, shoving me a little. I walk behind him to where Sean struggles to wrap the body up. Tobias stands there, and I push him, gesturing for him to help.

“I love it when you’re bossy,” Tobias mocks, my eyes darkening around him.

“If you have stopped eye fucking each other, help would be appreciated,” Sean states, looking at Tobias while he huffs, walking over and rolling the body up.

My body slumps against the door while I watch them both roll their bodies. My pussy throbs at the sight.

I don’t get turned on by dead bodies; I get turned on knowing I did my job to rid the world of another evil person.

“By all means, Ash, just drool over us. Don’t worry, we will collect the payment soon enough,” Sean teases, still struggling with the body. Tobias doing a shit job at helping. If you could even call it that.

“Fuck you. I don’t owe you a thing. I did the hard work.” They both walk toward me, and at that very moment, I know what comes next.

I love to piss them off. It only makes what’s about to come even better.

“You’re right. Why don’t you let us reward you for all the challenging work you have done?

” Tobias walks toward me, stopping inches before looking me up and down.

It's almost like he's creating a map of my body and ticking off where he's going to use it.

My pussy pulses at the thought of him anywhere near me, driving me insane.

All I want to do is undress and be submissive to him.

If he asked, I would be a good girl and do as he says.

Closing the space around us, his hand raises my right leg slightly and moves my knickers to the side, revealing my glistening pussy for him.

He slides his finger into my slit, rubbing my clit in circles.

“So wet for me, Angel. Is it we who have you wet or knowing there is a dead man rolled up over there?” He moves his eyes over the room, circling back to me, and his right eyebrow rises and falls instantly. My back falls to the door, my hand to my side, and my eyes close while my head falls back.

His hand gathers my breast, taking my nipple between his fingers as he rubs and squeezes them together, causing a moan to slip from me. And another.

His mouth comes toward me, taking my tits and sucking and biting. There is so much happening. I'm losing control, something I never let happen unless I'm with them.

My eyes open when he removes his finger, leaving me feeling empty. I watch him take his finger toward him, teasing it between his lips. The tip of his tongue licks the tip before he brings the whole finger to his mouth, tasting every last drop of me on him.

Fuck, he’s so hot.

“So wet for us.” My eyes move over to Sean, who’s now sitting in the chair where the dead man was once tied, his pants unzipped. His cock springs out harder than ever.

My mouth nearly foams from the sight of watching Sean playing with his cock and stacking his hands on top of each other, fisting himself, pre-cum already spilling from the tip.

If I weren’t taken by Tobias, I would go over there and take it all, saving every last drop like it was the last time I would be allowed to taste him.

Tobias picks me up, moving us to the wall as my back is shoved against it harshly, my legs are taken hostage over his shoulders, and the robe is ripped off me.

I’m now completely naked and vulnerable, but all it does is make my mouth water at the sight of Sean moaning.

Sean's eyes are fixed on my body, watching Tobias’ mouth on me, tasting me. All of me.

He keeps fisting his cock now with both hands on top of each other. My eyes close, rolling to the back of my head.

“Keep your eyes on him, Angel. I want you to watch him cum as you do,” he mumbles into my pussy. I open again as Sean’s movement picks up faster and more desperately.

“Fuck, please keep going,” I growl at how he licks and bites my clit, hitting all the right spots. My body trembles under his touch, my eyes still on Sean as his head shoots back.

Beads of cum explode over his stomach and hand while I ride my intense orgasm out. Tobias puts me down as my legs still shake and I’m not stable enough to move.

Tobias’s warm breath takes my earlobe hostage as he whispers.

“Be a good girl and clean him up. You are the reason he made this mess, after all.” I walk over, my legs still shaking. Sean sits playing with his now hard again cock still covered in cum.

“On your knees now,” he demands, his eyes narrowing in on me.

“Standing drooling over my cock won't earn you any points.” He chuckles, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs wider, and giving me a mouth-watering view of everything. Fuck, I might die from this, not sure what it would be from but it would definitely be embarrassing.

“Ash, get on your knees and take my cock in those perfect lips of yours before I have to do it myself.” I kneel in front of him, opening my mouth wide. I debate for a second, thinking about how I wouldn't mind him forcing my mouth down on his cock.

That was a short-lasting thought.

Taking Sean’s cock into my mouth while swallowing all the cum, my hands stack on top of each other doing an up-and-down motion as I suck him. I forget how big he is, but I won’t stop as he takes my hair in his fist, tightening his grip.

“Those pretty lips were made for me. Come on, Angel, take more of me. I know you want to.” He leans forward, wrapping my hair in his hands and moving it out of my face.

“Fuck, Ash, you’re going to make me cum again,” he moans as I come up for air, but he slams my head back down on his cock.

I choke from the harshness of the intrusion and welcome his size.

I’m sweating, and my freshly washed body is now a mess as he releases the harsh hold he has on me, but not for long.

I’m brought to my feet by his heavy hands as he sits me on the seat, taking the bloody rope that was around the dead man’s body.

“What are you doing?” I ask even though I’m fully aware of what’s about to happen.

“Shut that pretty mouth of yours. You’re not in control anymore.” His eyes blacken to pure evil as my hands are knotted behind the chair and my feet are bound. I’m trapped with no way of getting free.

“The more you fight, the more it’s going to hurt. All that you will achieve is a face fucking, Angel,” he growls, parting my legs and ripping my soaked knickers as I sit naked, tied to a dead man’s chair.

The floor is still covered in red, a knife lying in the spreading pools of blood. My eyes are pulled to it as Sean noticed, picking it up as the blood dripped, leaving a trail.

Sean takes the knife, smothering the blood over my stomach, and the coldness of it touches my skin, giving me goosebumps all over my body as the hair rises on my arms.

“Angel, you didn’t think this was about you.

Tobias gave you your orgasm. Now I want to have mine down your throat.

” The knife is thrown back to the floor as Sean moves closer to me, his cock hard.

He teases the tip of my mouth as I open wide, welcoming him in.

He thrusts in, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

I try to get my hands free, but they’re bound too tight.

I’m not sure I’m getting any blood circulation.

He gives me a second to breathe before his hand is around me, choking me, and he’s thrusting back into me, repeating his actions while I struggle beneath him.

I’m relatively sure I’m going to pass out soon, but no matter the eyes I give to him, he looks angry as if I have done something, but I haven’t.

He’s using me to get some shit off his chest. I relax, letting him become more violent with my body. He slaps my tits and squeezes my nipples until I force him out of my mouth. I whisper and yell before he’s back inside me. Face-fucking me harsh and desperate.

“Such a slut. I bet you would get on your knees for any man as long as a cock is involved.” The harshness of his words has tears spilling from my eyes, not because I’m upset, but because he’s right and I don’t care.

I never claimed I was perfect.

I should be in a mental hospital, hooked up to God knows what drugs. Calling me a slut is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time.

His fist tightens around my hair as he pulls me back, leaving me dripping from my mouth, my eyes narrow, ready to beg for whatever he's going to take from me. Without any given warning, he takes his free hand, slapping me across the face, once and then another. My face turns red, and heat swells around my body. His eyes dart around me, not looking apologetic at all, almost as if it’s giving him some sort of release he needed.

My pussy pulses more that he's being like this. I like it. I want him to slap me again. Before I can beg him to degrade me more, he's shoving my mouth back down on his cock, giving me no way to breathe. He moves my head up and down as I gag.

His cock twitches around my lips and pulses against me as hot beads of cum squirt down my throat. He leaves his cock inside me, making sure I have no other choice than to swallow.

“Good girl. Same time next week.” He rolls his eyes, smirking, as he picks the wine-coloured knife back off the floor, cuts off the rope, and lets me get up but makes no attempt to pick the rope up for me.

Which is now covered in blood. I watch them both carry the body out, and a sense of relief comes over me until I look back and see the mess I have to spend hours cleaning up to do the same thing again tomorrow.