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Daddy Issues....

                                                                      :Skys POV:

"I don't know about Saturday," I sigh as I grab a small snack from Julian's kitchen. "I don't even know this Ike guy."

Julian pulls down the oversized shirt I'm wearing and stands behind me, putting his big hands around my waist.

"It'll be fun, babygirl. You'll see." He says softly, placing his chin on top of my head. I sigh and stare into the countertop for a moment. I watch the small lines in the black marble move throughout the stone, intersecting, twisting, and turning. My expression darkens as I begin to think of my family. My dad, my life, my future. What if it all goes to waste?

How many days has it been since I've last taken my medicine? Been happy? Felt... hopeful? Julian shifts his head to my shoulder.

"You haven't been seeming right lately, Sky." He mumbles carefully, running a hand down my side.

"Maybe I should've just done it that day." I whisper to myself, spaced out. Julian tightens his grip and perks up.

"Sky, what's wrong?" He asks. "You aren't talking about your birthday, are you?"

I nod absentmindedly. Thoughts of my old relationships creep into my head. Ex-boyfriends, toxic friendships.

My dad.

I never got the affection I felt I ever needed. He was never there. He'd much rather be doing business, making money, or going in vacations than see me. See my accomplishments. Help me with my problems. My stress. It almost bubbled over in December. I was going to end it until Julian stopped me.

But maybe it should've been different.

Julian shakes me a little bit and I snap back to reality. I meet his bright, blue eyes. I hold his head in my hands.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore. Please make it stop. Make me forget, daddy. Put me back in my place." I whimper, tears falling down my face. Julian grabs me rough by the ass and slams his lips into mine, petting the back of my head.

"Daddy'll make it better. He'll make it better, babygirl." He speaks, picking me up and placing me onto a low table. He knows I'm unstable. He knows how fucking needy and useless I am, and I love being his little bitch.

He lifts my shirt up and rubs at the hem of my panties, kissing me harshly. He pulls them down without warning, rubbing at my clit with his thumb. I whine and push harder against him.

He pulls down his sweatpants and grabs out his dick, slamming it into me in a blur.

Finally, I can fucking feel something. Anything.

I let out a moan. Julian starts slamming into me hard and fast. I bite my lip and close my eyes.
"Daddy... oh fuck, please fuck me Daddy, please..." I moan desperately, trying to feel as much as I can. He puts a hand around my throat to choke me. Tears run down my cheeks.
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"Fuck, babygirl. God, Daddy loves using you as his little fucking toy. You feel so fucking good around his cock." He moans, tightening his grip around my neck. His blonde hair falls in his face as he thrusts into me.

"Turn around right fucking now. On your stomach." He growls, turning me around and pinning me ass-up on the table. He grabs my arms behind my back and pins me under his weight, entering me once more. I start to moan, harder this time.

"Daddy... daddy... fuck... please use me daddy. Fuck, you make me feel so fucking good daddy." I moan, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"That's fucking right. Come on, take daddy's cock. All the way in. Right fucking now." He spits, shoving himself all the way into me with force. I whine and cry out, and he smacks my ass. Hard.