Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Mmm, you’re such a butt slut,” I growl into her ear, my hands steady on her hips. “Is my horny little slut ready to get fucked in the ass?”
“Yes,” she mewls, leaning back as her asshole swallows the length of my dick. “Fuck my asshole, Daddy. Give it to me the way I like. I’m your anal whore. Trash my hole and make me feel good.”
I’m on my feet before the sentence finishes, beer bottle slipping from my hand and hitting the coffee table with a bright, brittle crack. My jaw is so tight I feel my teeth grind. The video keeps playing. On the screen, I fuck Andie harder, her moans climbing the echoing stairwell. The girls’ faces are frozen—Kayleigh, eyes round as plates, hand over her mouth; Simone, a blush rising from neck to cheeks; Mary Kate, mouth open, blinking as if the images are a trick of the light.
Andie doesn’t move. She’s gone pale as paper, her hands knotted so tight in her lap I can see the tips of her knuckles through her skin.
The video keeps going. The bodies on screen are frantic, obscene, lost to everything but the feel of each other. There’s a final crescendo, Andie’s voice breaking as she comes, and my own, ragged “That’s my good girl—take it, take it, all of it—” and then, finally, the camera goes black.
Stella flicks the lights back on.
No one breathes for a long, impossible moment.
Then, with the casual, almost bored confidence of someone who’s been waiting to drop the bomb for weeks, Stella says, “You know, I always wondered who the secret guy was. Andie, you could have just told us it was my dad. You didn’t have to lie.”
I want to speak, to say anything, but the words won’t come.
Kayleigh is the first to break the spell. She lets out a wild, whiplash laugh, then snaps, “That is so fucking hot. I mean—” She shakes her head, speechless. “I knew you were an anal aficionado, girlfriend, but wow. Just wow.”
Mary Kate just gapes at the two of us, as if she’s never seen either of us before.
Stella looks at me, rolling her eyes with the weary amusement of someone who’s seen worse. “Honestly, Dad, I’m more surprised that you let yourself get caught like that. You know those stairwells are crawling with cameras, right? It was moving day too.”
I snap back to life. My voice is a whip crack, sharper than I intend. “Where did you get that video?”
Stella sits, calm, a queen in control of her court. “I shot it, obviously. I was grabbing the last of my stuff from the dorm, and I decided to use the stairs because the elevator was taking forever. I thought, ‘Oh my god, are people doing drugs in there?’” She shrugs. “But it was you two, fucking your brains out.”
Kayleigh shrieks with laughter, again. “Best. Story. Ever.”
But I’m not even hearing her anymore. I’m staring at Andie, at the ruin in her face, the way her body is shaking. I want to pull her out of here, to wrap her in a blanket and never let her see daylight again. But she doesn’t look at me—she just stares at the carpet, lips pressed white.
Simone is more cautious. “Are you okay, Andie?”
The beautiful blonde doesn’t reply, merely shaking in place as tears fill her eyes.
But my daughter isn’t done yet. Stella, ever the dramatic show-woman, leans forward. “But, and here’s the fun part, Andie, I think we owe you a grand, minimum. Because you are definitely the winner of our little contest. Hell, you got double-popped, girl. That’s like bonus points.”
Simone gasps, “Wait. The bet was real?”
Kayleigh claps her hands, delighted. “Yeah, she got anally taken too! That’s got to be worth more money. I’m happy to contribute more to the pot.”
I turn to Andie. “What bet?” My voice is soft, not even mine. “What are they talking about?”
She shakes her head, mouth open, but no words come out.
Stella answers for her. “Oh, Daddy, you really didn’t know? The whole reason Andie started fucking you was because we made a bet: a thousand bucks to the first girl to lose her virginity, but she had to have proof. Now, we have proof and Andie won, hands down. That video is basically a work of art.”
For a long, sick moment, I don’t move. I just let the words detonate inside my skull.
Then, slowly, I look at Andie. “Is this true? You used me to win a contest?”
She shakes her head furiously. Tears are streaming down her face now, quiet and slow. She tries to speak, but only a squeak comes out. “No, it’s not what it looks like…”
That’s when the rest of me shuts off because with that phrase, I know it’s exactly what it looks like. I go very cold, very quiet.