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You're Not My Father!

Madison

I groaned as I opened my eyes. I felt so sick, and I needed to vomit. I rolled onto my side as my stomach heaved. God, what in the hell have I done? I never drank. Not since the night my biological father tried to climb into my bed when I was staying with him. I had barely gotten away, and I had vowed to never drink again. Fuck, I messed up. I laughed hysterically for a moment as I thought about my Daddy issues. The father who wanted to sleep with me disgusted me, but the one who didn’t made me actually want him more with his rejection.

My stomach rolled again, and I grabbed the large mixing bowl off my bedside table to vomit in. When I was done, I put it back down to tear the Tylenol packet open to swallow them whole with a swig of water from the glass there. Wait! What the hell? I looked down at my clothes and was shocked to see that I had been put into a nightgown. I jumped up, swooning at the sudden movement. I grabbed the bowl again as my body threatened to vomit again. When my stomach stopped rolling, I put the bowl down to pull my nightgown away from my skin. I breathed a sigh of relief when I still wore my underclothes from the night before. Who in the hell had changed my clothes? I sat back on the bed as I started remembering who. Joseph Morgan. The man who raised me. The man who rejected me, after I had given him a blowjob, had me wanting to prove that I was desirable. Fuck.

I got up again to find my phone, but it was nowhere to be found. I got up to search the rest of my shitty apartment for it. I really needed to apologize to him and thank him for not letting me make what would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I checked the kitchen and was on my way to the dining room when snoring drew me to the living room. When I saw him asleep on my couch with one arm over his face and a leg over the back of the couch, I smiled. He stayed. My heart warmed a little at the realization that he cared enough to make sure I would be okay. He must have left the bowl and Tylenol for me. I slowly crossed the room, watching him for any signs that he was waking up, before crawling on top of him, snuggling into him like I always used to when I was little and needed my Daddy to comfort me. I jumped and tried to get up when his arm went around my waist. He turned his head so that his mouth was against my ear.

“Stay.”

I swallowed hard. “T-thank you for the Tylenol,” I stammered.

He kissed my cheek. “How do you feel?”

“My head hurts, and I have to vomit.”

He chuckled, and I swooned again, but this time it wasn’t from how I physically felt. I turned my head, almost groaning, when my lips met his. When he shifted under me, I let out a shaky breath. His eyes darkened before he increased the pressure of our lips touching. I closed my eyes as our almost innocent kiss continued. Finally, he pulled away.

“Madison, what do you want?”

I opened my eyes to look into his. What did I want? I wasn’t entirely sure of anything beyond this moment happening right now. Right then, I wanted him but would I want him later on? I couldn’t say for sure. Maybe I was just being an angry teenager who wanted to rebel against her mother. Maybe my teenage crush was rearing its ugly head again. Maybe this was only because I had needs that a vibrator couldn’t meet, and I trusted him. He was a safe bet. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Maddie?”

I leaned down to kiss him again, making him groan before I pulled back. “I… I want you,” I whispered shyly.

He cupped my face, stroking my cheek. “Okay.”

“Okay? Just like that?”

“On one condition.”

“What condition?” I asked curiously.

“That you’re not my biological daughter. I want a DNA test.”

“That’s all?”

“Yep.”

I pushed myself up to go to the small desk against the left wall. I grabbed the manilla envelope inside the bottom drawer. I walked back to him, holding the envelope out to him. He took it from me and quickly read the contents. His body started to tremble in anger.

“You knew I wasn’t your father?” He asked furiously.

I nodded. “Mom told me when I was 8. She said that if I told you, you would send us away. I didn’t want to leave you. You were my favorite person.”

He pulled me back onto his lap to hold me tightly against his chest. “I wouldn’t have ever sent you away.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I know that now.”

His hands hesitantly moved down my body to cup my ass, shaping my cheeks before spreading them a little. When his fingers ran down my spine, moving between my cheeks, I moaned softly. He pressed the nightgown against my asshole before lifting me a little on my knees to shape my nightgown around my thighs. He gripped my thighs from behind as he slowly lowered me onto his lap so that I could feel his erection.

“Ooooh,” I moaned as he teasingly moved me back and forth over his erection.

“I have a list of things I want you to do today, Maddie, while I’m at work.”

“L-like w-what?” I stuttered, trying to focus on his words as my body started coiling inside.

He smoothly shifted our positions so that I was on my back on the couch while he leaned over me, looking into my eyes.

“I have been watching my insurance. You have either paid out of pocket for medical expenses or you haven’t been going for checkups. My bet is on you not going.” He thrust harder against my core, making me almost scream in frustration when our clothes kept him from driving into me like I wanted him to. “I want you to go get a full workup done. Head to toe, Madison. Bloodwork, STD panel, the works. Do you understand me?”

I bent my leg at the knee so I could push up against him harder. “Y-yes,” I moaned. “Whatever you say.”

“Next, I want you to go shopping and buy new clothes. Your clothes are all worn and need to be replaced.”

I arched my back as his hand bunched my nightgown at my hips. “YES! YES!” I screamed.

“Lastly…”

I started panting as I strained against him more. “Please, don’t stop!”

He gripped my chin to force me to look into his eyes. “Lastly, you will start to pack up this apartment. You’re coming home.”

“Home? I-”

His hand moved under my nightgown to grip the little bit of material on my thong before using it to rub over my clit, making me even crazier. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down to kiss me while he continued to pinch and massage my clit through my thong. I lifted my hips to position his tented pants at my entrance, pushing against him as our lips clung to each other. My eyes closed as my head dropped back. He took full advantage of my newly exposed skin to nibble and lick down my neck.

“Maddie,” he moaned.

“Daddy,” I cried, lifting my hips again.

“Fuck!”

He tilted my hips, changing the way his suit pants brushed against me, making my movements even more wild.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

“I’m so close,” I whimpered.

Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving me a quivering mess on the couch. I screamed in frustration, making him chuckle.

“Be a good girl and do what I asked you to do, and I will reward you tonight,” he told me.

I glared at him. “Asshole.”

He lifted his hand up, and I swallowed hard when I saw the fluid that I knew was mine glistening on it. He met my eyes as he swirled his tongue around his fingers, cleaning all of my wetness off of them.

“Guess you better hurry up, babygirl. I expect to see you in my office at 4:30 PM.” He laid two cards on the table along with my cell phone. “Be careful.”

I flipped him off, making him chuckle again as he leaned to kiss me.

“Behave, you little naughty girl.”

He went behind the couch to pick up his suit jacket off the floor. I watched his muscles flex as he put it on before looking into his eyes.

“I don’t have STDs. I’m a virgin.”

His eyes moved over my body, lingering on my curves. “I know. Just do the tests, Madison, please.”

I sighed. “Okay.”

He walked to the door before turning back toward me. “By the way, you taste as good as I imagined you would. Just fucking sensational.”

My cheeks heated as he walked out of the door. I must be crazy to let him touch me like he just did, but damn if it didn’t feel good. And the bonus was that I was desirable. I bit my lip as I remembered the hungry look in his eyes when he said I tasted good. I giggled. Not just good, sensational.

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