Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 25: Chapter TWENTY FIVE

Damien

Sweet angel.

Spoiled rotten and made to shatter.

And she was doing exactly that right now.

I watched her from the large screen mounted on the wall of my study, her sobs echoing through the speakers, low but just enough to make my cock rigid and pulsating.

She was curled on the bed, wrapped in a white towel she had gotten from the bathroom after I’d left.

A towel I hadn’t given her.

I noted it calmly. It was another punishment waiting to be earned.

She just didn’t know it yet.

Everything she owned had to pass through my hands first. Every comfort, her very breath, and each small mercy required permission from her owner. I already had the perfect punishment in mind, I’d spank that tight little ass of hers until she bled on my belt.

She was cursing me between broken sobs, saying that I would pay, that I would regret what I’d done to her when she escaped.

I nearly snorted at that, she had no clue how fucked she was. There was nothing outside for her apart from existing for my pleasure.

She was so fucking naive and I blamed Vin for creating the illusion of a perfect world for her. Scratch that, I was actually grateful to him, because now, she was mine to destroy.

Bad girls never went to heaven, and I’d drag Angel to hell with me.

Right now, I was supposed to be working, there were so many deals I could handle from right here, but I couldn’t stop watching her. I could stop getting turned on at the sight of her tears, her skin which was still flushed pink because she was being such a little liar.

She was crying and throwing tantrums as she tried to unlock the door. She had even checked if the small window in the room would let her escape and then she returned to the bed and started screaming again.

She wasn’t broken, even though she’d wept hard when I’d kissed her earlier. When I’d tasted her mouth with my tongue after she had begged me not to kiss her, she’d been docile for some minutes and I’d even given her a meal which she ate.

Now, she had energy and was craving attention again like a brat.

She’d get some soon.

I’d give her a lot of it. So much that she’d be consumed by it entirely. By me.

She was my fucking Angel.

She surely looked like one, with hair kissed by the sun, shining as bright as its rays in its loving light, and eyes so blue like the purest sky in summer.

She was way too young for me. Younger than anyone I’d ever had as a sexual partner, but knowing this, all I felt was pleasure.

I’d said I wouldn’t fuck her until her nearly blistered pussy healed, and it was a difficult promise to keep when I wanted to march back to that room, make her spread those legs as she had that day when I’d caught her masturbating, and I would happily give her all ten inches of my uncut dick. Give her the attention she was craving.

The sweet rude brat really had no idea.

I hadn’t been lying when I said her life was over.

Her future from now was only to serve one purpose.

To milk men’s cum.

They’d pay for her, and she’d pleasure them in every way. With all her holes, and whatever sick demand they commanded.

And I was supposed to prepare her for this, to train her into becoming a human doll who talked less and fucked more.

And right now, she was praying for her Daddy to find her, this time I actually did chuckle, she was trapped in this world now, and no one could save her. No one, not Vin, not God himself.

I was used to watching her from a distance, it was nothing sexual, she was just Vin’s assigned little daughter. One that he was supposed to watch over until the time came. But Angel, she was a naturally born slut, a cock tease, and one moment she’d been a little girl in my eyes, and in the next, I found myself wanting to bury my cock into her, hard and deep after I’d caught her masturbating by the garden, yes, that day in her bedroom hadn’t been the first time I’d caught her creaming herself while moaning for Vin.

The cries of her moans had made me erect for days, I fucked bitches that looked like her, jerked myself off to the shower countless times to the thought of her shaved pussy, but I bet nothing could beat the real thing. I’d stopped seeing her as a little girl after that incident. Then she had fucking teased me that day again, she had given me a glimpse of her pink cunt as she came. Drinking that milk, and fuck yes, I’d wanted it to be my cum.

It had taken everything not to fuck her right then. To punish her sinful mouth right there and make her choke on dick until she cried, and even then I wouldn’t stop.

I’d make her bleed, I wanted her screams, her cries and submission.

And most of all, I wanted to break her.

To make her understand her place and purpose, the sole reason why she had been born was to be used, to be a dump for all my cum.

Angel would break. But I didn’t want to rush it, I was still taking things slowly, savouring each moment of her humiliation, the thrill of it was an ecstasy on its own.

Then, I’d push, and push. Until she was beyond her limits, until she went insane, and then her soul would snap. Then, she’d make the most prized dolls.

She’d look at me with those glassy eyes, those doll eyes that she usually reserved for Vin.

I couldn’t describe the way I felt whenever she followed him around like a lost puppy, calling him Daddy innocently when there was in fact nothing pure about her mind.