Daddy little princess

Claire's POV "Why don't you join us for the night, bunny? You don't look shabby at all. I think your little mouth can take our things, won't it?" A leering young man, alongside his friends, called out loudly, a bottle of drink in his hand, as he staggered towards me. I sauntered past, disgust coating my face as my feet pebbled across the rough asphalt. The boom of loud music permeated the air, seeping across at me while I took steps, each feeble and determined, into the house. It was a duplex, one painted white, with a swimming pool, bodies mingling in it. I swallowed, contemplating whether he was worth coming here for, but I decided against going back; there was no way I could do that, not now. I was here, and I had to see it through. My eyes fixated on the phone, the message still sprawled across the surface, the one that told me Wales was in here with a girl who wasn't me. With eyes stung with tears, I replayed back to the numerous times he had told me he would never cheat on me, and how I had believed him every single time he had said that; he had made me feel special. Still, thinking back to that now, it was whenever we had our bodies tingling in the sheet, after I had gotten him to come, and I was left unsated. My feet slumbered across the foyer, where waists grinded against each other, and the smell of drink tingles the air. I should have been expecting this; it was a fraternity party, but it seemed so out of place, the type of place a good girl like me wouldn't be at. The type of scenes I wasn't used to seeing, except in movies. With hands clenched when I drew closer to the room, I took in gasps of air before shoving the door open just enough for me to see. My eyes fell on the bodies scattered about, when a familiar face turned to take a look at me. My heart plopped so fast as he glanced at me before flicking his gaze away as he went on even faster. Crystals streamed down my face, and my feet rushed down the hall. With hands outstretched, I took a flute of champagne, gulping it down in a go before reaching for another, when a hand held me back. " I don't think you will be able to step out if you take one more. You don't seem like that type to me." A closer look at her outfit told me what I wanted, she was bare all the way to the top, her top clipped, and had just a tiny skirt hanging on her waist "Well.." I ran my tongue over my lips, reaching for another. "You don't know me at all then." I grunted a bit when it stung me so hard that I had to take a step back to think. I shook my head to the side when I felt the effect kick in; my knees weakened as I tried to stand upright. Forcing myself to take a look at her, I questioned, " What did you do to me?'' My hands ran against the wall, my vision dainty with stars, while I tried to walk away, hands held me back before I could take another step, digging into my shoulders, ones which I didn't know where they had stepped in from. "Well, what did I tell you? You seemed adamant and keen to prove me wrong, so what do I know? The best I could do was let you see for yourself." I shook my head, trying to get my hands off me. "Please...." I begged when they dipped even firmer. "Don't do this to me." I found myself having regrets; I should have just stayed back. "It should kick in pretty soon, the aphrodisiac laced with the drinks." A husky tone said. "What were you thinking about when you stepped in here? This is a fraternity part. You don't want to participate in this, so then I can give you a private show." My body bounced against a bed, hands ran on me while I tried to shove them off, I tried to make sense of my surroundings before I heard a belt being flanked to the side, a body hovered over me, I turned rigid, giving up already, when a voice thundered; "What do you think you are doing?" The body hovering over mine stood up, his lips curved into a smirk. "Do you want to partake as well? You can have her when I'm done with her, or..." His trail of words was cut off by a hand against his cheeks. He stumbled backward, taking a look at me before scoffing. "How dare you? Do you even know who I am? I own the damn place, and my parents will kill you if I say a word. Do you really think that I am going to let you go if you don't beg? Kneel and beg now!" He roared. I reached for the blanket, throwing it over myself before trying to move while I listened, waiting for the opportunity to leave. "Leave now, unless you want your parents kicking you out in the morning." He warned. My womanhood pooled at the tone he had used, while I took in gasps of air when I noticed how much effect his voice had on me. I turned puddled, wanting to be felt, needing to be felt. I was ready to do whatever it was, just so that I could get that. When the air stilled, the sound of the door being banged against its hinges slammed across at me as I waited to listen to what had happened. "Get up and leave. You should know better than to be here if you can't stomach alcohol." I wanted to say the word, that it hadn't been alcohol, it had to be something else, but I found myself gulping down my trail of words before kneeling on the blanket, my eyes fell on his hazel orbs, which seemed to pull me in. I swallowed. "Thank you." He nodded, taking another step toward the door when I blurted out. " I want you." The words were out before I could think. "You are drunk." He pointed at me while I shook my head. "I am not drunk. This isn't how it feels being drunk. I know it might sound confusing, but I want you, I need to feel you inside of me." He shook his head, a hand around the doorknob, when I threatened. "If you step out, I am going right outside, peeling off my clothes, which will give anyone the right to have me. Why don't you take the opportunity when you have it?" "You are drunk," he repeated. I stood to my feet, bridging the gap between us as I did when I held his hands, taking note of it down below. "You want me." I pointed that out to him, taking my palm down to his trousers. What was wrong with me giving myself to a man whom I would never see again? Wales was doing even worse, so why shouldn't I do this? He peeled my hands off. "That doesn't mean I should give in to you, dress up, and leave. I will get an Uber right outside in the next ten minutes; you should find your way out." Taking steps outside while meeting his gaze, I trudged along, placing a foot in the hall while his eyes stared at me; each look dug into my soul. I didn't pay attention to anyone else as I ran a hand on my shoulders, a hand peeling off my zippers as I wondered where exactly I had gotten the nerves from when he stormed closer, yanking me off the ground as he dropped me on his shoulders like I weighed nothing. "You wanted this, didn't you? Then you should be ready."