The pet’s cock swells as he takes his final breath, and I gasp as his rotten cum releases inside me. There’s so much of it. He fills my pussy with the life that’s leaving his body.
“You’re going to come, Clementine,” Daddy urges. “Come for Daddy.”
Tears of shame fall from my eyes as I shudder and come at his words. I can’t help it. My body is programmed wrong. Daddy is right. I’m twisted. I’m wrong. I’m an abomination. When my orgasm is over, Daddy drops the pet’s corpse in the puddle of piss at my feet.
“Maybe you’ll think twice before fucking your pet again,” Daddy says, tearing the tape and pulling the slip from my mouth, making me cough. He pushes the bed back down until I’m horizontal and undoes my clasps, but I don’t move yet. I can’t. “If you disobey me again, it will be your life I’m taking as I fuck your sweet pussy.”
CHAPTER13
August
My cock twitchesand my balls are heavy at the prospect of filling Clemmie again. Being inside her was even better than I expected.
I’ve been staring into the forest from the window for hours now. I expected her to return after she finished doing whatever she needs to do in the hellhole underneath the house. Dad got back hours ago. I didn’t think anything of his early return, but now the sun is starting to set, and I’m getting anxious. There is still no sign of either of them.
Could she have told him what we did?
I wanted to show her that love could be special but was it possible to break a lifelong bond with a single fuck? It’d take time to show her how serious I am about what I said. I want a life away from here with her.
I leave my watchpoint and pace the mansion’s corridors.
Why did this damn place have so many fucking rooms? It was easier when I lived in a trailer and could clear the space in ten steps. There are so many places where he could be keeping her and knowing there is a hidden lair beneath my feet doesn’t make the search any more straightforward.
I stalk to the basement. As I do, my father approaches. He seals the basement door behind him using a ring on his finger. The fucker protects his sick, perverse world with his life.
My stomach churns. If Dad is sick, what does that make me? Am I as bad as him after what Clemmie and I did today? Do we have something in our DNA, some sort of genetic predisposition to be like this?
I grit my teeth and clench my fists. “Where is she?”
“You have a temper like your mother, August,” Dad says. “I thought being here would show you that there is another way to behave instead of acting like an uncivilized animal.”
As soon as I find Clemmie, I’ll show him how an uncivilized animal acts.
“Where is Clemmie?” I ask again, not interested in playing his mind games.
“She has gone away for a while,” he replies. “She left earlier, but she’ll be back before your joint birthday party.”
“Is she okay?” Panic rises in my chest like someone is crushing my ribs. “What have you done with her?”
He laughs and winks. “She’s perfectly safe.”
Okay and safe are not the same fucking thing.
“Is she still underground?” I question.
His eyebrows narrow in a furious line. “I heard about your outing this afternoon, and I trust you will stay quiet about what you saw. Who would believe you anyway? If anything, only one person would get the blame, and that’d be you.”
He’s right, and we both know it.
If cops come sniffing around and find Clementine’s playground, they would never believe a sweet innocent girl or my millionaire entrepreneurial father would be capable of committing a crime. I’m the one who would take the blame. The guy who grew up with a drug addict on the wrong side of the tracks is the obvious suspect.
“I won’t say anything,” I sneer, “if you tell me where she is.”
“Blackmail.” He rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Interesting. It’s not what I expected from someone I took in out of the goodness of my heart.”
“Why did you take me in, anyway?” I snarl. “Why not leave me to fend for myself? It’s what I’ve been doing for years.”
It’s a subject we haven’t properly discussed since my arrival. After Mom died, he was given the option of taking me in or letting me enter the system. He paid for a cab to drive me hours across the country, told me which room in the mansion was mine, gave me a truck to use, then we’ve hardly spoken since. I haven’t stopped questioning his motivations since I set foot on the premises. He has zero to gain by me being here and everything to lose.