Daddies In My Holes

ANGEL Daniel stood in the doorway and disappointment struck me square in the chest, I didn’t even try to hide it, my eyes narrowed at him and the glass of milk in his hand. Since when was it his turn to get me anything? This would also make it twice since he’d come to my room today.  “Why is it you? Where is daddy?” I looked behind him as though Daddy would somehow appear, my dismay morphed to anger when I saw that Daniel indeed came alone.  “Have you been crying?” He was studying me closely with those focused eyes. “It’s none of your fúcking business!” I snapped, irritated. I hated the way his eyes unnerved me, like he was stripping my flesh from my bones.  I thought I saw his lips twitch. “You actually look better when you cry, it suits you,” His eyes blazed with something resembling mockery. “It makes your eyes more beautiful, like a true Bratz doll.” Did he just fúcking say that? Now, I had the urge to gouge out my own eyes with a fork.  If I got any more pissed, I might as well just blow up.  No need to answer him. I won’t give him any more reactions.  I started to close the door, but his voice stopped me. “Your daddy is busy with Jillian, he doesn’t have time to coax you, I think he mentioned they are trying for a baby” His tone was low, taunting.  I looked at him with as much hate as I could muster, I’d always felt hostility toward him for being so quiet, who knew my enmity would only deepen when he opened his mouth like this?  Wait. . . Was Daddy trying for a baby? With that woman? Those words spiked something hot and venomous within me, it was too intense and raw to be simple jealousy, more like a feeling where I wanted to march down the hallway to their bedroom and pull out daddy’s cóck from mommy’s cúnt.  “Get out, and I’m not drinking that!” I started to slam the door closed again, but his booted leg suddenly provided a wedge. “What the fúck is your problem?! If you have something to say, then spit it out and fúcking leave, Uncle dearest,” My voice dripped with unconcealed disdain, he still looked calm, totally unaffected by my tantrums, and this only blazed my fury.  “Are you always this rude, Angel?” My name rolled off his tongue smoothly, "That name doesn’t suit you, you’re more like the devil’s sinful daughter,” His voice was dark, deep in a way that spread a vibration crawling down my spine.  Who was he to comment on my name? “And you just don’t know when to shut your mouth, what makes you think you can talk to me like this?!” I was fully agitated now, and for a moment, I thought I saw something dark and cold flash in his gaze.  Then, it was gone in the next instant, replaced by that calm look of nonchalance again.  “Are you especially rude today because your daddy is going to give you a little sibling?” He stepped forward, his closeness menacing, and I stumbled backwards, my eyes still glued to his frightening thunderstorm gaze.  He continued, “Or are you especially mad because I saw your pretty pink pússy? Which is it, Angel?”  I couldn’t stifle back a shocked gasp at his bluntness, he was too close now, if I didn’t move away, his body would touch mine.  I took two shaky steps backwards. Big mistake, Daniel saw that as an invitation, and he stepped into the room. The door clicked closed behind him and panic rose to my throat like bile. He was huge, his presence dominated the whole room, shrinking all the space, including the air. I couldn’t breathe without smelling his cologne, his closeness.  He was so close that I had to tilt my head and look up at him, Daniel was half an inch taller than Daddy. He stood at six foot four, both he and daddy have the same big muscular build, their chest and arms covered in artistic tattoos, but unlike daddy’s arm that promised safety.  I was intimidated by Daniel’s size being five foot five myself and his casual t-shirt did nothing to hide all those terrifying muscles.  “Get out!” I commanded in a shaky voice, it always worked with the servants, but Daniel… Daniel was different.  “You could have also told me to leave earlier instead of squirting in front of me,” He murmured quietly. He was enjoying this, humiliating me with words.  My eyes flared, my breath hitching, “Is that what you told daddy? That you saw me touching myself?”  Shame crept into my voice, but along with it was anger. It wasn’t my fault that he came to my own house, entered my room unannounced and met me in that filthy state.  “But you did more than just touch yourself, didn’t you, slút?” “Don’t call me that!” I hissed.  He stepped closer, and I faltered backwards.  “You were moaning your father's name, spreading your legs and showing me all that wet cúnt of yours, you came looking into my eyes. What are you if not a dirty slút, Angel?” His gaze was still sneering.  My throat felt dry, my brain scrambling for a response, a way to fight against this man who was hellbent on shaming me. “Yes, Angel, I was surprised seeing the warm welcome you gave me, but no, I didn’t mention anything about it to Vincent, your father had already decided to send you away after you turned eighteen,” Daniel spoke quietly.  No.  That couldn’t be true.  My face burned and so did my eyes water, “I don’t believe you! You and that sister of yours must have done something!” I gritted. My eighteenth birthday had been just last week, and Daddy had lavished me with a lot of gifts, there was no way he had already been planning on sending me away all along. Daniel was a liar. Jillian was scheming.  I couldn’t believe either of them.  Daniel shrugged like he couldn’t be bothered whether I accepted his words or not. “Anyways, back to why I’m here, your father was worried when you left like that, he wanted you to have something since you barely touched dinner,” Daniel extended the glass of milk towards me.  “I don’t want it!” He should fúcking leave me alone to nurse my wounded heart. I want to sob into my pillows, maybe hurt myself or something, if I were hurt, would Daddy leave Jillian and come to me? I could pretend to be scared and he would hold me and stay with me all night.  Now, this sounded like a good plan. I had to stop Jillian from becoming pregnant at all costs.  “You have to drink it, Angel. So I can leave” My head snapped up in irritation, who did this bastard think he was? “I never asked you to bring me anything, you can leave if you want to!” I all but snarled at him.  He said nothing, his hand still extended, his fingers clenched tightly around the glass.  I scoffed, crossing my arms between my breasts, Daniel’s eyes followed this movement, lingering.  I almost rolled my eyes again. He was such a pervert and he wasn’t bothering to hide it anymore. I didn’t blame him, I was pretty sure my milk jugs were more attractive than the one he was holding.  I took a second to study him from beneath my lashes. If I didn’t detest him so much, Daniel would be considered hot, maybe as attractive as Daddy. His features were rugged and well-proportioned, well, except for those dead-looking eyes of his. Now, those were truly terrifying.  I adjusted my arms, working my brèasts to become even more lifted. Giving him a better view of what he wants, because, why not? Seeing the way his Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed, and how his eyes darkened with lust, I felt accomplished. I always loved it when men lusted after me, knowing they could never have me. I enjoyed their stare, the way their eyes glazed as they fantasized about ways to abuse my body. My bréasts weren't as huge as Jillian's, but they were perky and round, certainly a bit more than a handful. Another bonus point was that I had the kind of nípples that are always erect and visible. The darker shades of them were always see-through when I wore transparent clothes.  I loved it when men noticed it, and I even teased them if necessary.  It made me feel powerful, like I had an advantage over them. And right now, Daniel was staring. He looked drawn, it was exhilarating, my breath felt heavier and a jolt of need travelled to my pússy.  Wait. . . What? I squeezed my thighs, trying to soothe the ache, but it only intensified. What was happening?  “Drink your milk, little girl,” Daniel’s voice came out raspier, his attention returned to my face, “When you’re offered something, you’ll take it and say thank you, this is how good girls behave,”  I bit my lips, my nípples grew even more taut at those words, could he see them in my black evening dress?  No, what was I thinking? I was only daddy’s good girl, not his.  “Or what? You’ll report me to daddy again and force him to send me away?” I sneered at him, ignoring the weird way my body was behaving.  “Your daddy is looking out for you by trying to send you away. Though he won’t be able to protect you from what’s coming,”  There was that coldness in his gaze again, that darkness that made his voice thicker, cooling the air around me like frost.  My brows knitted together in confusion, “What do you mean by that?” I asked.  He didn’t answer.  He just stared. And stared. With those eyes.  Something close to sympathy gleamed in his eyes, making my heart pound. From fear? I couldn’t exactly explain what I was feeling, just that it wasn’t good.  “What is daddy protecting me from?” “From me, from getting fúcked, and oh, I plan to fúck you,” He said, the breath swooshed out of me, “Because soon, you’ll be calling me daddy,”