Daddy's Plaything

Ch. 01: A Fatherly Love or a Lustful Obsession?

It was a neighborhood like everywhere else.

There were rows upon rows of houses, all immaculately spaced with a small lawn in the front and a tiny space between them to comply with building regulations. All these houses were of roughly the same size and shape: cream-colored with tapered roofs to help with the snowfall in the winter. There were a few changes here and there: a window that was offset slightly on the second floor and a garage that was noticeably smaller or larger than the neighboring house - and so on and so forth. The neighborhood planner had gone to great lengths to make sure the whole place didn’t look plain and dreary.

Well, as much length as a city planner would go to.

The pavements were clean, the road surprisingly free of bumps and cracks that are the inevitable fate of any construction. It was clear that this was a recently constructed neighborhood, one that had not felt the decaying human touch – too much.

There were other signs that it was a new neighborhood as well.

The tapered roofs had hooks on the sides to allow for easy mounting of solar panels. The garages had built-in EV chargers. The roads featured a small one-inch strip of grass where they connected with the pavement. And there was a tree every hundred meters or so to help keep the heat down.

Such eco-consciousness would have been unthinkable even a decade ago in such a large neighborhood. Too expensive.

But now it was normal, just one of the many planned parts of the city that were beginning to blend into each other, despite the best efforts of the planners.

But there was comfort in that sameness. A subconscious idea that you were just one of the many and that you were surrounded by people just like you.

And within these hundreds of similar houses, situated in much the same house, living much the same life, was the Morstan household.

There were only two people living in this double-story house. James Morstan and his lovely daughter Rubelle Morstan, a high school senior who had just recently turned eighteen as she entered the final year of her high school journey.

It was a big house for just the two of them, spacious and lined with the comforts that they liked. The front door opened directly into the the living room, full of pictures, showing the growth and development of the only child in the house.

Of course, there would be. James Morstan was a professional photographer. It would be a crime if he didn’t use his skills to best capture the fleeting joyful moments of his daughter’s growth, freezing them forever in a an art form that he had mastered over the last two decades.

And in a corner, tucked away from all eyes that would accidentally sweep over it, was a picture of three: a loving couple and a young girl.

Right next to the living room was the kitchen, in which stood a girl, nay, a young woman, slowly humming to herself, her body gyrating to an imaginary tune as she cooked breakfast for herself and her stepfather.

This young woman looked eerily similar to the woman in the picture. Yet, they were not the same. She was the girl in that picture, the daughter who had grown up, Rubelle Morstan.

The sun was barely up, peeking through the double-story house on the street. The lights were still on inside the kitchen, despite the large open windows to allow the natural light to filter throughout the house. Yet, she was up, cooking the food.

Rubelle Morstan liked to get up early. It gave her some time to prepare for the day while cooking breakfast. That was the one duty that she had taken over since her mother died. She had to handle the house chores while James was busy with his work. As a photographer, he had unusual hours. Still, he tried to help his daughter whenever he could with the housework.

Rubelle had grown up beautifully. The large, frumpy T-shirt she wore could barely hide her aggressive curves. The shorts she wore—it was getting really hot—squeezed her thighs as they hugged her midsection.

She was beautiful. At least in her father’s eyes, who was standing at the edge of the hallway leading to the master bedroom, slinking in the shadows, watching his daughter move around the kitchen happily. The smell of freshly cooked eggs and crisp toast wafted through the air. He could also hear the sizzling of ham and sausages. A sweet smell told of the roasted tomatoes that would go wonderfully with the sausages, hams, and eggs. To the side was the coffee maker, with a freshly brewed pot lying on it.

It was early, and yet Rubelle had nearly finished making breakfast.

But that wasn’t what James was focused on. His eyes were glued to the goddess flitting through his kitchen. Her waving hair, her curvaceous body, her sweet voice—everything about her was so hypnotic to him.

It reminded him of his dead wife. The only woman he had ever loved.

Slowly, he moved towards her, his stepdaughter, till he was nearly behind her. Rubelle was busy concentrating on the pan, making sure the eggs and the sausages didn’t burn. She liked to cook them together. It added a nice flavor to them both.

“Daddyyyyy!!!” She shrieked as he hugged her suddenly from behind. Her whole body jumped as a shiver passed through at the contact. Her softness felt amazing in his hands.

James chuckled, his lips near her ears, his cold breath making her shiver once again. “Stop it, Daddy!!!!” She squirmed in his grasp but made no real effort to get out of the hug. She liked being touched by her Daddy. It was a play between them.

“Morning, baby girl.” James said, dropping a kiss on her cheek. Rubelle giggled a little, “Good morning, Daddy.” She replied.

After squirming for a little while, Rubelle turned her attention back to the pan, making sure nothing got burned. She was a good cook, having years of experience with what her father liked.

James stayed there for a while, his hands around his daughter’s waist, holding her close, his hips against her ass. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was only a matter of time. His snake was waking up. He shifted slightly to push himself even deeper against his daughter. Rubelle squirmed, as if trying to get away but not really, in two minds as she tried to decide what she would do and pay attention to the meal.

“Breakfast smells lovely.” James commented, casually dipping his hand under his daughter’s long shirt, touching her abs.

Rubelle sucked in a breath. “Your hands are cold, Daddy!” She said, “Ohhhh!!” She gasped as he pushed his fingers into her tummy. “Stop it, Daddy.” She squirmed again, but he had a good hold on her. The only thing her squirming did was push herself even deeper into his rapidly hardening rod.

Rubelle had to steady her breath as her daddy’s pecker embedded itself between her ass cheeks, her shorts wedged deep between her ass already by the constant squirming. “Please, Daddy, let me go.” She begged him, her voice holding a note of panic now. She could feel her body responding in ways that no daughter should respond to her father.

Sometimes he took their play a little bit too far. Never in a bad way. Just in too much of a good way.

“Mmmhmmm…” James dropped a kiss on her neck. “But I still haven’t gotten enough of my baby girl.” He replied.

What could Rubelle say to that? They only had each other. She couldn’t spurn his affection without hurting him, and if there was one thing Rubelle hated in this world, it was hurting her Daddy.

“Alright, Daddy. Only till the breakfast is ready.” She told him.

“You are my favorite daughter.” He nuzzled her ear.

Rubelle giggled, turning over the egg. She liked them fully fried. “I am your only daughter, Daddy.”

“That just means you don’t have any competition.” He kissed her again, this time moving slightly lower, right under her earlobe. Rubelle shuddered. She loved it when he did that. Perhaps a tad bit too much.

Of course, James knew that. He also knew that she would be too distracted to know where his hands were going, which were travelling up and up till they finally grabbed her breasts.

Rubelle finally snapped out of the reverie of her daddy’s light kisses that she told herself were strictly fatherly as she felt his hands on her bare breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It was too early for that.

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!” She headbutted him, not too hard, just enough to let him know that she knew where he was touching her.

“Mmmmm…so soft.” James chuckled, “Just like pillows.” He squeezed them.

“Daddyyy…” Rubelle spoke up, a note of warning in her voice: “I will get angry.”

“Mmmm…” James kissed her, right under her earlobe. “Why? Don’t you love Daddy?”

Rubelle was at a loss for words. He always stopped when she did that. But not today. Now she didn’t know what to do.

“I asked you something, Angel.” He spoke softly into her ear as he pinched her nipples. Rubelle yelped.

“I-I love you, Daddy. Of course, I do.” She said, a bit abashed as her nipples hardened under her Daddy’s incessant touch.

“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” He said, licking her earlobe. “Daddy just wants to shower you with love. You know, Daddy gets a bit needy in the morning. Daddy is just lonely.”

It was a bit manipulative, James knew. But it was the best way to get what he wanted from his daughter. She loved him so much, and he did take good care of her. If it helped them get closer, he would do anything.

“Geez, Daddy.” Rubelle stifled a moan as he pinched her nipple.

“I love you, Baby girl.” James squeezed her breasts. They were a good size, a C-cup; pretty big for her age and sagged down slightly, giving them a beautiful teardrop shape. He hadn’t seen her nipples in a long time, but he knew they would be a light brown, very light, fading into her pale skin.

Just like her mother.

His cock was fully hard now, pushing deep into his daughter’s ass. She squirmed, trying to settle comfortably on his shaft, pushing and squeezing it with her ass cheeks.

It felt fucking good.

“So you don’t really love Daddy, huh?” James injected a remorseful tone into his voice.

There was an immediate answer as Rubelle squirmed in his grasp, “Nooo!!! Of course, I love you, Daddy.”

Rubelle was getting dizzy; all that feather touch, the perfect groping, was making her wet. Her pussy was on fire as she squeezed her thighs, inadvertently pushing her ass and giving her daddy a heavenly ass job.

She had to do something, or she would cum right there by her Daddy’s touch.

“B-Breakfast’s ready, Daddy.” She declared, finally pushing him away with an excuse. “Come on, go sit on the table, Daddy; I’ll bring the food.”

James sighed and let her go, her breasts falling down with a plop as he moved away. He adjusted his pants a little to make his boner comfortable as he picked up a few plates to set the table.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Rubelle smiled as she picked up the pans, dropping the eggs and sausages on the plate. James filled his cup with coffee, pulled out the toast from the toaster, and took it to the plate.

Both father and daughter sat down to eat their breakfast, talking with each other, just a normal father-daughter talk.

“The chemistry test is going to be such a pain, Daddy.” Rubelle complained, “Professor Cummings is so hard on us. He always gives curveball questions. I think he just wants to fail the students. And Professor Ashley. She is so strict. Can’t get a single word wrong in front of her or she will dock points in an actual test, even if the test itself is perfect.”

James just nodded. “You will do just fine, baby girl. You are smart, besides.” He grinned. “If someone gives you too hard of a time, you can always call me. I don’t mind being a monster parent.”

Rubelle giggled. “It’s alright, Daddy. Thanks. You have a photoshoot today?”

“Yep. So you better get ready quickly, or else you will have to walk to school.”

“Maybe it won’t be so bad.” Rubelle mumbled as she looked down at her body. “I need to lose some weight.”

“Nonsense.” James shook his head. “You are perfect the way you are.”

Rubelle felt her confidence boost at that comment. “Thanks, Daddy.”

“Or maybe not.” James had a thoughtful look on his face. “I will need to see you naked to make a proper assessment.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Daddyyy!!!” Rubelle threw a piece of sausage at him. James caught it between his lips and gulped it down, grinning. “Yay, more for me.”

Rubelle just shook his head as the two bantered back and forth, creating a lovely atmosphere of familial bonding.

If only she knew the dark thoughts going through her father’s head as he focused on her body. Even through the frumpy shirt she wore, he could well envision her perfect body, her curves, her smooth skin.

His rod hadn’t softened even a little throughout that conversation.

“I’ll get ready, Daddy.” Rubelle declared as she got up and threw the plate in the sink.

James nodded as he watched his daughter go up. As soon as she was out of eyesight, he pulled down his trousers and tugged at his cock.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned, envisioning his daughter’s bare body. How long had it been since he had been excited by a woman? No woman had been able to attract him since his wife died. Sure, he had gotten hard for women before. But he could never cum, nor did he ever feel a need to sleep with them.

Even masturbation was difficult for him without thinking of his wife.

And now his daughter.

His tip looked angry, swollen, and bulbous. Thick veins popped out, showing the disproportionate amount of blood flowing to his shaft.

He gave it a few strokes, feeling the thrill and excitement as he imagined his own stepdaughter stroking him, before pulling it up. He shook his head and took a deep breath.

He was saving his semen for something. It won’t do to spill his seed needlessly all over his own hand.

He had waited so long. He could wait a bit more.

By the time Rubelle had come down, James had changed into his own work clothes. A simple T-shirt and some plain trousers. They looked plain, but they were clean. He couldn’t really wear a suit to a photoshoot after all.

“Daddy, you did the dishes already?” Rubelle asked, surprised, as she came down.

James shrugged, “I had a bit of free time.” He looked at her. She was wearing her school uniform: a white shirt that hugged her curves well and a short plaid skirt that came to her mid-thighs, showing the perfect amount of leg.

Or it would, if she weren’t wearing trousers underneath it.

James sighed.

“You look amazing, Angel.” He complimented her. Rubelle smiled at him and nodded her head. She moved in and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Of course, Rubelle knew it was too hot to wear something underneath her skirt. But this was the only way she could feel comfortable going out. And she couldn’t take off the skirt, because school regulations.

They sat in James’ car—an electric hatchback—before driving off to school. James always dropped off his daughter. Rubelle didn’t mind it either. It gave her more time with her beloved Daddy.

The roads were crowded as people slowly started making their way to their jobs, cars and bikes slowly trickling out of various homes in the neighborhood before mingling on the expressway that went right through the heart of the city, connecting the residential area with the commercial hubs, the office district, and the school buildings. Fortunately, the school that Rueblle attended was close to the office district.

It was a slow ride as the roads slowly became congested with traffic. Cars were everywhere as people strove to reach their destination.

And the clock still read 7:15.

Schools started early in the summer. Though the school Rubelle went to was a more progressive one. Even in summer, they didn’t drop their timing below 8, believing that students weren’t ready to learn at such an early hour.

But that didn’t mean that there wasn’t traffic still. The long commute and the desire to beat traffic often pushed the congestion earlier and earlier till the whole lane became filled with cars and buses moving along like ants in an orderly fashion.

Rubelle was looking out from the window. They were on a flyover, offering a breathtaking view of the city underneath them, buildings rising high, houses sprawling outward, and within them, patches of green as the bureaucracy did their token effort in combating the monstrosity called “carbon footprint” that the concrete jungles had unleashed on this planet.

Still, it was a beautiful vista, the sunlight slowly changing to pure white as the rays glinted off the high-rise building and the solar panels covering the rooftops of many a houses. Corporations remained unperturbed by the slow destruction of the planet, only occasionally paying lip service to it in advertisements. And yet, the people did their job, hoping against hope that their tiny efforts would be enough to forestall the inevitable doom written in stone for humanity.

Or at least delay it.

Rubelle was startled out of her sightseeing when she felt a hand upon her thigh. She looked at her daddy, who was looking straight ahead, his hand lying lazily upon her thigh as he squeezed her leg. Sensing her gaze, he turned and looked at her, still keeping an eye on the road.

“What’s up, Angel?”

Rubelle just shook her head, thinking it was nothing. Her daddy loved touching her, and she didn’t mind; it made her feel at ease. She always felt so nice and warm with him. The warmth radiating from his palm was comforting, and she leaned into it, letting him touch her.

James slowly caressed her thigh. Sure, there was a tracksuit between them, but he still squeezed it enough to feel her flesh underneath his finger. His hands moved up and up as the clock ticked forward and their car moved slowly on the expressway towards their destination.

Rubelle’s breath shortened as she felt her daddy’s touch on her thighs, moving up and up, till he was so close to her nether region. She was already wound up from how he felt her up before breakfast. Her pussy was moist and leaking fluid. She was sure her panties must be soaked through already.

But she couldn’t stop him now. She had already let him touch her so intimately. Besides, if she stopped him now, Daddy would know for sure something was up.

And that would be embarrassing.

Thankfully, she was spared that dilemma as the car pulled in front of the school gate.

The clock read 7:30. Still half an hour to go before the school started.

Only an occasional student was visible as they made their way to school. And yet, a teacher still stood near the gate, a severe look on her face as she inspected the students.

“Alright, Daddy, see you in the afternoon.” Rubelle pulled her bag, leaned across the seat, and kissed him on the cheek. At the last moment, James turned, and their lips touched.

Rubelle’s breath got stuck in her throat as she felt her Daddy’s soft lips; her pussy squirted a little. She pulled back and stared at him.

Only to find a smug smile on his face.

“Daddy, geez, stop teasing me.” She pouted.

James laughed and ruffled her hair before leaning across and kissing her on the cheek. The kiss was closer to her lips than really on her cheeks, but Rubelle thought it was because of the way they sat in the car. Still, her pout turned into a smile before she exited the car.

James sat there watching his daughter go. His gaze was focused on her ass. Despite being covered by a tight skirt and the trousers underneath it, he could see the shape of her buttock as she swayed forward. James knew it wasn’t intentional, but it only made her sexier.

She just couldn’t help but be sexy to him.

So much like her mother.

His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, but he resisted the urge to fap right there to the lovely image of his daughter’s backside.

That seemed to be there for a long time.

He looked up only to find his daughter standing with the teacher, her head hung low.

“What’s this, Ms. Morstan?” The teacher said, tapping her foot.

“Umm…” Rubelle twisted her fingers; she didn’t know how to answer that.

“Your uniform doesn’t match the regulations.”

“B-But Professsor Ahsley.” Rubelle tried to speak.

“No buts, Ms. Morstan. What is wrong is wrong.”

Rubelle could feel herself hyperventilating; she never liked being called by the professors. It triggered her anxiety.

“That’s what she wears every day, Professor.” A voice suddenly came from beside her: “No one has had an issue before.”

Rubelle looked up, only to find Selina—her best friend, a petite brunette—by her side. She was glaring at the professor as if challenging her to say something.

The professor turned her nose up. “What she did before is none of my concern. I am in charge of school discipline now, and she will follow the dress code or else face the consequences.”

Selina was about to say something decidedly nasty with her fist pulled up, but Rubelle grabbed her hand. She knew Selina’s temper. She knew it would escalate way too much if she let Selina handle it. “I-I am sorry, Professor.” She glanced sideways at Selina as if telling her to shut up. “I’ll try to follow it from tomorrow, I promise.”

The professor sneered, “What do you mean, from tomorrow? What about today? Take it off.”

“What?” Rubelle could feel her vision blurring.

“I said take your trousers off. You aren’t supposed to be wearing them. The school book clearly says nothing but a skirt is allowed in summer.”

Rubelle was on the verge of calming down when help came from an unexpected place.

“What seems to be the problem here?” Rubelle could feel herself calming down as her ears registered her Daddy. He had come out to see what the commotion was about.

The professor gave a contemptible look to him. “Is she your daughter?”

“Yes.”

“She is in violation of the dress code?”

“Why?” James asked, though he had a good idea.

“She is wearing trousers underneath her skirt.”

“And?”

The teacher gave him a look, probably reserved for the dumbest student in her class. “And that is not allowed under the school dress code. It explicitly mentions a skirt that must be two inches above the knees.”

James gave her a look, his eyes furrowed. He towered over her easily, nearly a foot taller than her.

The silence stretched; the professor quailed and finally looked away.

“Are you telling my daughter to expose herself?”

“What?” The professor gave him an affronted look for a second before immediately looking away, unable to handle his intense stare. “O-Of course not.” She stuttered, “I am telling her to follow the school regulation.”

“Is your school in the habit of policing young women’s bodies?”

The professor was smart enough not to answer that.

“I thought so. My daughter doesn’t like to show her legs. She will wear whatever she wants, and if you try to stop her, God helpme, or I will sue your school into the ground. Let’s see what the news will think of a school trying to get young girls to expose themselves. I am sure parents would love sending their daughters to such a school.”

The teacher had no answer to that.

James looked down at his daughter and patted her on the shoulder. “Go on.” He also nodded at Selina, who just waved at him and dragged his daughter away.

James stood there, staring down at the professor till his daughter was out of eyesight before marching away to his car.

Thankfully, the lot was still mostly empty, and no one had seen him make a scene. He didn’t want to embarrass his young daughter. But it was also crucial to make sure she remained comfortable.

He might want to fuck her, but he still loved her to death. And she was still his precious little daughter.

With the thoughts of his daughter in mind, James made his way to his studio. It was on the third floor of the building where the magazine he worked at was located.

As he was going up, he ran into Nysa, the Chief Editor of the Magazine. She was an older woman—in her fifties. Her hair was gray in the front, probably stylized, and blonde in the back. She wore a tight-fitting black dress that came down to below her knees. Her eyes met James as he came in. She nodded a greeting.

James nodded back, pressed the button to the studio floor, and just waited.

Now Nysa wasn’t a woman that most could ignore. She might be in her fifties, but she was still attractive and well-built.

She was rich after all.

And she had a presence that few could rival. Eyes just naturally gravitated to her when she entered the room.

Yet on James, she had no effect. He barely gave her the time of day. Their interactions were mostly professional and limited to the minimum words required to conduct the business.

It was something that annoyed Nysa.

She had invited him a few times. In a strictly professional capacity. He was their best photographer, and as a magazine, he was an invaluable asset to her team.

Yet, he had always declined.

The elevator door slowly closed, the two of them being the only people within it.

Silence pervaded the atmosphere.

“Ready for the shoot?” Nysa asked, anything to break the tension that hung in the air.

James just shrugged his shoulders. “Yes.”

Apparently, she was the only one affected by the tension.

Thankfully, elevators are quite fast, and the studio was on the third floor. Hence, their companionship was mercifully short.

The door opened with a ding, revealing a younger woman waiting just by the door.

“Nina.” James was surprised upon seeing her. “You are already here.”

Nina gave a warm smile, her eyes sparkling as she took in the visage of her mentor and her boss. “Of course.” Her voice was sweet and low. The smile vanished as her eyes landed on Nysa. “Good morning, Ma’am.”

“Carry on!” Nina just waved her hand at the two. She was an easygoing boss for the most part. So it perturbed her to see a smile vanishing from an employee’s face upon seeing her.

But then again, that was probably because it was Nina. She only smiled at James. The girl worshipped him like a god.

Nysa just shook her head and closed the elevator door, leaving the photographer and her assistant as she went up to her own office.

James turned towards Nina as soon as the door closed, a serious look on his face. “The shoot is ready?”

Nina nodded. “Yep. Just waiting on the model, Sir.” Her tone had taken on a professional quality, her expression turning serious.

The two walked, their soles clicking in the silent studio. James liked to work with a minimal crew. There were the changing staff and he and Nina. If he had his way, the changing staff wouldn’t be there either. But models tended to get pissy without them.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long. The model arrived soon after, while they were still fiddling with the equipment.

Her name was Siera, one of the top models in the country. It was quite difficult to book her owing to her congested schedule. The magazine had booked her nearly a whole year in advance.

Surprisingly, she was quite a pleasant individual. She shook Nina’s hand and greeted James. It wasn’t always a given with models that they would show even the most basic of courtesies.

“I have heard good things about you.” She flashed him a smile, one of the most charming, one that would melt any man’s heart. “I am in good hands.” She looked him over, a spark entering her eyes.

James just nodded, noticing the glint of the wedding band on her ring finger. She probably married early. To some rich older man who will guarantee her retirement when her modeling career ends. It wasn’t the longest career in the world after all.

Not that that was a bad thing. As long as all the parties knew what they were getting into.

“The changing room is there.” James jerked his thumbs towards a small partition and turned towards Nina to instruct her on the lighting.

Siera’s smile faltered for a second, but she regained it immediately. “No need. We are all adults here.” She shrugged off the strapless dress she wore. It was short and tight, yet it flitted down her body as if there was no friction at all. Her smooth, flawless skin glowed under the studio light as she confidently walked towards the changing staff in her high heels, her hips swaying sexily. The only other thing she wore beside her high heels were a skimpy g-string wedged deep within her ass.

Even most of the women were taken aback by her beauty. Their cheeks adorned with a blush as they worked to put the clothes on her perfect body, their hands lingering a moment longer than they should on her flawless skin.

But it seemed like Siera didn’t mind. Her eyes were fixated on James, and a small smile played on her lips, as if she reveled in the attention.

It was a lingerie shoot. The magazine specialized in sensual clothing for women, and Siera was going to grace the center spread and some other pages to highlight the latest line of undergarments from one of their advertisers.

The first set was a green frilly piece. It was a modest one, highlighting Siera’s perky breasts as she leaned forward. The small, round globes nearly fell out of her top as she smiled at the camera, her hands on her lips, and a sensual look in her eyes.

“A bit backwards, please.” James called out. He wasn’t shooting for a gentleman’s magazine. This was aimed at all women, not just lesbians. Sensuality was good, but it shouldn’t veer into eroticism too much.

Siera smirked as if she were doing it purposefully, “Oops, sorry about that. My bad.” She straightened up in the perfect pose. Leaning forward slightly to show her cleavage, one leg in front of the other, back arched, a seductive smile on her face.

She knew how to pose.

Yet, she would constantly make mistakes. Her legs were open just a tad bit wider, showing her labia; her breasts would pop out of the lingerie pieces they were wearing. Some pieces were lower than they should be.

In the end, James just lost his patience, having to constantly correct the woman. He put down the camera and moved in, correcting her posture by hand.

Siera smiled as if that were her intended goal, letting him feel her up, backing into him, and calling him again and again to show the new poses, as if she were an amateur.

“Close your legs a little.” James was sitting between Siera’s legs, his hands on her knees. She was wearing a two-piece lingerie set connected by a single piece of sheer fabric between the skirt and the top that covered her breasts. She was basically naked, her nipples artfully covered by pieces of skin-colored tape to ensure the photoshoot didn’t veer into pornographic content.

Siera smiled as he leaned over her. “Maybe you can show me how to open them a little later?”

James didn’t answer, picking up his camera and taking the last few shots from above her to show her lying on the bed.

Afterwards, when he was collecting his stuff, Siera walked up to him, wearing her clothes this time. She smiled at him seductively, her eyes smoldering.

“Well, I am all hot after that ‘intense’ photoshoot. Know any good spot to help me cool down.”

James, finally fed up with the woman, picked up his stuff and replied, “Maybe if you talked like that with your husband, you wouldn’t need to beg other men for sex.” With that, he walked out of the room, leaving a shell-shocked Siera behind.

While James was busy taking photos and working his job, Rubelle was attending her classes. It was a busy day for her. She had multiple tests and some difficult assignments to turn in; assignments that Selina didn’t complete beforehand. So Rubelle had to help her complete them before the classes.

And then, she had to deal with the constant death glare from Ms. Ashley, who had the last class before the end of the school day. That one went really slowly. Each second felt like a whole century to her. Thankfully, she didn’t call out to her or make her answer any questions. That would have been the cherry on top of this miserable cake.

But finally, the final bell rang, and she ran for the door, being the first student out of the class.

Rubelle took a big sigh of relief as soon as she was out of the classroom before looking around. She was trying to find Selina. But in the throngs of students crowding the hallways, it was a bit difficult to find her friend.

Rubelle slowly made her way out, her gazing roving over the students. It always took her daddy some time to arrive at school after the classes ended. She usually spent that time talking with Selina. Selina lived close to the school, and she was more than happy to spend more time with her best friend.

But not today.

She must have gotten tangled up in something. Selina was exuberant and outgoing, unlike Rubelle. She had loads of friends she had to catch up with.

Rubelle sighed as she leaned against the school building. She had a clear view of the school gates from this position, so she could immediately see her daddy as soon as he arrived.

Time seemed to pass slowly as the students filtered through the gates. Groups of friends clumped together after the final bell, talking excitedly about the recent updates in their hobby, and broke up gradually. Some made their way to clubs, others went to cram schools, and some made their way to their homes.

In just five minutes, the front of the school had gone empty.

Rubelle took out her phone, looking at the clock, just waiting for her daddy to get there.

“Hey there.” Rubelle was startled as she heard the deep voice that belonged to a boy. She looked up, coming across a young man whom she was vaguely familiar with. He wore his shirt in a slapdash manner, the front two buttons undone and the tie hanging around his chest. His cuffs were rolled up, revealing his forearms. He wore his trousers low, low enough to reveal his underwear.

Rubelle blushed a little on seeing the bulge the boy was proudly sporting. He had a smirk on his face as he moved up lazily to her, effectively blocking her escape route. He leaned against the wall, his face close to hers.

“What’s up?”

“Umm…” Rubelle didn’t know how to answer him. She didn’t do well with the boys in the first place, and then he was being so pushy. She looked around, trying to find an escape. But everything seemed blocked to her by the giant figure looming in front of her.

He reached forward; Rubelle flinched, but he was only catching a stray piece of hair. He twirled it around. “I have been noticing. You are pretty hot. I like you.” Rubelle flinched internally. “Want to hang out with me?”

“Umm…Errr…” Rubelle didn’t even have an idea of the boy’s name. “I am sorry.” She finally managed to cobble together a few words: “I have to go now.”

“What’s the hurry?” The guy gave her a lazy smile. “Not like any stupid teachers are around. It’s just you and me.”

“Umm…I—my friend’s waiting for me.”

“Bahh...” The boy scoffed, “They can wait a little bit. We’ll just go get some coffee from Suzurena’s. I hear you like hanging around there.” He gave her a look. “And after that, maybe we can make out a little. I am just dying to feel those lips.” He reached out, trying to touch her lips.

Rubelle shuddered, moving her head away, trying to stay away from his touch. Just his presence was nauseating to her.

“Come on, what’s the big deal?” The boy was saying. “It’s not like I am forcing you or anything. Come on. I am just asking you to hang out, that is all. You can leave after we eat something, if that’s what you want. Maybe even just a drink?”

Rubelle could feel her vision disappearing. This was too aggressive for a young, shy girl like her. She didn’t know what to do.

But then her savior arrived.

“That’s my daughter, you little prick.” Rubelle’s heart soared once again as she heard her daddy’s voice for the second time that day. The boy whirled around, trying to see who it was, but James was faster. In a flash, he had the boy’s hand in a painfully twisting position behind his back.

“What the fuck, bro? Oww… Let me go, you dipshit. That fucking hurts.” Rubelle took the time to move towards her Daddy, staying close to him as she watched James twist the boy’s arm.

“How does it feel now, huh? Not being able to run wherever you like, you little piece of shit?” James was taunting the young boy. Rubelle looked around, panic-stricken. But thankfully, none of the teachers were around.

“Alright, alright. I am sorry. Just let me go. I just wanted to ask her out, dude. Where are you from? the 18th century or something.”

James leaned in close, his lips close to the boy’s ears as he whispered. “If I catch so much as your scent around my daughter again, I will shove this arm up your ass.” He twisted his arm a bit more to emphasize his words and then finally let him go.

And not a moment too soon, as Professor Ashley came running out, a stern look on her face.

She surveyed the scene, her eyes narrowing as she saw James standing there defiantly, shielding her daughter.

“What’s going on here?” She demanded, her gaze sweeping over the boy nursing his arm and the girl’s father.

James threw a glare at the boy. The boy understood immediately.

“Nothing, Ms. Ashley. I was just helping Rubelle. She was feeling a bit faint, so I was trying to support her when her father arrived.”

“Yes,” James gave a large, menacing smile. “Nice young man he is. Well now, we would be on our way.” He grabbed Rubelle’s shoulder and turned her towards the car.

Ashley watched them go. She wasn’t born yesterday. But if none of the parties were forthcoming, there was nothing else she could do.

For now.