“Look at that,” Daddy says. He holds the camera real close to capture every dripping detail. He uses his other hand to make a V-shape with his fingers and spreads me open, making me writhe under his touch. My clit pulses so violently that I can see it moving. “Now, make yourself come for the camera like a good girl.”
I don’t hesitate, guiding the dildo inside myself and using my spare hand to rub my clit.
I don’t hear the footsteps outside until it’s too late, and the door flies open.
August stands in the doorway. His hands ball into fists, and his jaw is clenched. Seeing him catapults me into a dizzying orgasm, and I stare into his gray eyes as my wetness coats the glass.
Daddy puts his phone down as I continue to moan.
“August,” Daddy greets him coldly, “what are you doing here?”
August eyeballs my pussy like it’s a monster and spits, “What have you done to her?”
I snap my knees together. The sudden movement makes my clit sting from the increased sensitivity, but it feels so good that I can’t help another loud moan escaping my lips.
August’s lip curls in disapproval, and Daddy’s expression darkens.
“You should knock before coming in,” Daddy warns.
“It’ll...” I stammer between breathy gasps as my pussy spasms over the dildo, “go back to normal soon.”
“We were about to talk about your birthday,” Daddy says, “as soon as Clementine feels better.”
I’m a hell of a lot better now.
“I’ll come back later,” August snarls, then slams the door shut behind him.
My heart sinks in disappointment. The only thing that would have made breakfast even better was if he was the one filling me.
CHAPTER3
August
I want to kill him.
I keep seeing her over and over again. I wasn’t able to concentrate at work with the image of her burned into my retinas.My Clementine.My perfect girl spread wide open with bulging red lips. Her moans rocked my core as I watched her wetness drip down her thighs. How am I supposed to control my urges when I can’t stop wondering whether she tastes as sweet as her name?
I don’t know what fucked-up shit Dad did to her to make her like that. He should be protecting her, not making her soak his fucking sheets. The worst thing is that I’m not sure whether I’m more furious at him for what he does or jealous that I’m not the one who has a front-row seat.
Does that make me as bad as him?
No. I care about what happens to her, and I’ve fought my urges. I want to protect her from him. I don’t want anyone else to hurt her again. Everything I do is for her, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Everyone treats Clemmie like a toy, but she’s so much more than that. I’ll need to work hard to get her away from this place. It’s the only way we stand a chance.
I wait for her in the pool house, but I’m unsure whether she’ll show up. It’s past midnight, and I pace back and forth in the shadows like a wild animal. What will I say when I see her? It’s one thing to know what he subjects her to at the parties he throws for his sick bunch of friends, but it’s another to realize it happens in his bed too.
My head spins around as hinges creak.
There she is.
Clemmie walks in wearing her pretty sundress. The same dress bunched around her waist to show off her milky thighs earlier. Under the moonlight, she looks innocent, like Alice lost in Wonderland. She clicks the door closed and stands still. The silver glow hits her perfectly, displaying her rosy-pink nipples hiding underneath the floral fabric.
“August,” she says, playing with her braid. “I didn’t know whether you’d be here tonight.”
I’m torn between pinning her against the wall and railing her to release my building frustration or reassuring her that everything will be okay. I go with the latter.
“Why?” I ask gently. “Because of what I saw earlier?”