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I want her so badly I’m stroking myself to an innocuous conversation. I can’t push. She’s the woman Pris said I’d never find, and I can’t push her away by moving too fast. I stroke myself again, groaning as I type with one hand.

WDupont

Is everything okay?

CCaine

Eh. The usual. He needs me, but loathes needing me, so he takes it out on me in the form of anger and hatred.

WDupont

Cadence, that’s awful. I’m so sorry

Elderly people can be so frustrating and stuck in their ways. He’s lucky to have you, whether he says it or not. You’re a good girl, taking care of him.

I don’t mean that the kinky way, but then again, some part of me must? Because it’s not every day that I call a grown woman a “girl.”

Have I finally found the woman who I fall naturally into this dynamic with? It feels like it, and that realization has mejacking faster now, groaning louder, putting on a show for these four walls of my house like I seem to do every night since meeting her.

CCaine

That made me feel better

Thank you

He’s shouting now so I better go. Talk to you tomorrow night

She doesn’t call me Daddy again, and even after I message her saying goodnight, she doesn't respond. Still, I’m all hyped up on reality, and after closing my laptop, get back to work.

I picture Cadence bent over my desk, all the blinds pulled to keep Leah’s prying eyes out. “You lied to Daddy,” I’d growl, keeping my voice punishing enough for goosebumps to rise up along her thighs, but quiet enough for no one to know what’s happening inside those four walls. I pull up that pencil skirt and find her naked ass—the very thing she’s being punished for. “No panties,” I growl, swatting her cheek as I mask the noise with a cough. I drive two fingers into her cunt from behind, causing her to choke on a moan unexpectedly. My babygirl knows she has to be quiet.

Curling my fingers inside her, I press my chest to her back and feather a gentle threat on her ear. “You’re my slut, not the world’s slut, so tomorrow you wear panties, or else.”

Or else.

It’s my biggest, greatest, most powerful threat. When it comes to my babygirl,or elsecould mean making her come until she’s physically hurting, commanding her to her knees for an afternoon of suckling Daddy’s fat cock, watching her prance around in the skirt and tiny sweater set I bought her. Itcould be anything, anything to please me—her daddy—and that’s the final thought that pushes me over.

I pin my T-shirt in my teeth just in time to spray hot cum all over my abs and chest, my groans passing through the cotton in my mouth.

Fuck.

DaddysGirlis Cadence Caine.

My loving girl is Cadence Caine.

Despite the orgasm, I find myself tossing and turning in bed a few hours later. I don’t know why though. I finally know whoDaddysGirlis. I try to focus on that, and finally, hours later, drift off.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Cruel.Sick. A fucking mean joke played on me by the universe. That’s what today is.

I find out the woman I have incredible chemistry with is a teacher where I work and the very next day? I don’t see her. At all. Not one single time.

And I’m not even ashamed to admit that I have been lurking around campus, looking for her, keeping my eyes conspicuously peeled. Sideways glances, phony double takes–you name it and I’ve done it.

Still, no Cadence.