Her Innocence His Addiction

It was Valentine's Day. I was all alone on my desk, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the book I was reading.

But in reality, I was eavesdropping on the girls behind me. The "HAS" girls, (Hot And Sexy). A blonde, a brunette, and a black, straight-haired. The typical mean girls gang.

I always convinced myself that I hated them. But right now, I envy them. They wouldn't stop gushing about the expensive gifts they got from their boyfriends and I was boiling with jealousy and self-pity.

I was 19. I was a freshman in college. No guy's ever gotten me anything. And the few that tried, I always rejected bluntly. Because I was a girl raised with the "don't accept things from men" theory. Mum said accepting the gifts meant trading your dignity in return. So taking the gifts was impossible. Sometimes, I felt insulted by those gifts and lashed out at the guys.

But deep down, I always wanted to know what it felt like to accept gifts and not feel insulted or guilty.

Crazy, right? Yeah. I was a breathing contradiction. Because why was I craving something that I hated? It made no sense.

"Oh, there you are." The cheeky voice of my best friend brought me out of my funk. She was heading in my direction, dressed like some Latina badass. Smokey-eyed makeup and those cowboy knee-length boots. Skirts so short you'd see her black panties if she bent a bit. Cleavage, bold and fucking tempting.

She was a striking, loud beauty. Curly blonde hair that screamed wealth. I was a quiet beauty, brunette, silently curvy, more natural without the extensions, nails, lashes, and dresses at normal lengths. I was just...Me.

We had such different auras and it made no logical sense that we were best friends. She'd fit better hanging out with the HAS girls. Except she despises them a lot.

I breathed out in relief when she sat next to me. Finally, I could stop pretending to be reading.

"Guess who got asked out on a date?" she beamed, dropping the package she was holding on the desk.

Jealousy ran through my throat like hot saliva and I gulped it loudly. I shouldn't feel this way. She was my best friend. I should be happy for her.

"What...is that?" I asked, staring at the red package in the bag.

"Fucking Louboutins." She squealed in my ears. "Michael bought them."

"And you accepted?" My tone was judgmental. Why not? He was her Father's butler. They had a good seven-year gap. Creepy!

Also...her Father would kill him when he finds out. Why would she take such an unhealthy risk?

"Why not? He's fucking hot and you know I've wanted nothing but to choke on his dick ever since I set my eyes on him, girlfriend!" She squealed silently.

"But your Father's never gonna approve of your relationship with him..."

"And who's gonna tell him?" She rolled her eyes and ended it with a laugh. "Besides, don't you love a good forbidden romance plot?"

Yeah. But only in books. Not in reality, I'd never.

"I'm so ready for him tonight," she cupped her perfectly sized boobs. "I can't wait to have him buried deep inside me-"

Oh, boy. I can't listen to any more of this.

"Good luck fucking your Father's butler." I stood, taking my bag.

"Where you going?" She pouted.

"To study, something you know nothing about," I smirked. She flipped me the bird. I laughed out loud and left the class.

Down the hallways, everyone was giddy about their dates. I was the odd one. The girl with no dates. How I hate my very strict and boring life.

I got to the library and returned the book I was reading. I was gonna leave but stopped and grabbed a dark romance book.

A girl like me had no business reading a dark romance book. But I did, a lot. It was my guilty pleasure.

This particular one would keep me occupied for the night.

The day ended and I drove my best friend's car home because she'd taken a cab to go meet up with Michael.

When I said home, I meant her house. I lived with her, not permanently. Just until Mum and Dad finalize their messy divorce process.

I stepped out of the car and headed inside. There was no one downstairs. I headed for the staircase.

"Is that you, sweetie?" A thick, deep, familiar voice made me halt.

Shortly, he stepped out of the kitchen with a towel, wiping his hands with it.

He was shirtless; which should be a crime, considering how dangerously and deliciously buff he was. Abs so thick from endless gym visits. He was toned than most younger guys and to think he's 40!

An albatross tattoo was on his left breast. I've only seen him shirtless a few times and every time, that tattoo left me intrigued.

His jet black hair was wet and disheveled. Face so taut and perfectly sculpted. Trimmed beards that only accentuated his deadly face card. He was damn tall too. My 5'7 height has always felt too petite next to him and I hated it. It was one of the reasons I always kept my distance from him.

"Willow," he said, smiling. That smile was just as dangerous. Why the heck was it so perfect?

"Something wrong?" He asked. It took me extra seconds to realize I was gawking at him.

Oh My God. I quickly looked away in embarrassment, releasing my pent-up breath. Jesus. What the heck, Willow?

He laughed. It was a husky, croaky sound. "Where's April?"

"She...uh...she had to go home with some friends. A group project." Those were the lies April made me memorize just in case her Father asked about her.

"And you? Why didn't you go with them?"

I looked at him. Something about the question felt so genuine that it almost had me tearing up.

"I'm not part of it," I said in a small, hurting voice. But it was just me, feeling bad for myself all over again. Because I had no love life.

"Oh." He nodded. "I...uh...I made lunch. Omelette."

He cooks. Very well too. Years without a wife made sure of that.

"I'm not hungry. But thank you." I said and began climbing up the stairs. Shortly, I got to my room.

I dropped my bag on the floor and the book on the bed. I went into the bathroom to freshen up.

Then I wore a comfortable, baggy top and pants and jumped on the bed, ready to read the remaining hours of the day away.

It was 9:00pm when I finally shut the book. I was already halfway through with it but I needed to take a break.

My panties were soaked from reading too many steamy scenes. My heart was racing too. I needed a damn break.

Just then, my phone beeped.

I checked. It was from Mum.

* Are you outside, dear? Do you have a date?*

That question kinda pissed me off. She preached so much about keeping my distance from guys, so why would she wanna hear about my dates now?

Wasn't that twisted?

I texted back.

*No, Mum. We hate men, remember? Sweet dreams.*

I shoved my phone under my pillow, ready to dive back into my book. But then it beeped again, and now, I was getting irritated.

What does she want now?!

I clicked on the message.

Mr. Joe Anderson.

*Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think I saw you holding a really bad book, Willow. Ain't you supposed to be a good girl?*

My jaw dropped.

I was literally frozen, just staring blankly at the message.

Was this real? Did...did...April's Dad really just texted me?

He's never texted me except when he needed to get a hold of April during our brief 'only girls' vacation. And that was like a year ago.

We might live in the same house but we kept our distance, always. So...what the heck was this message?

My phone beeped again. My shaky finger clicked on the new message.

Mr. Joe Anderson.

*What are you trying to learn from that book? I could teach you*

Goosebumps raced through my skin. There was no way in hell April's Dad would say this to me. He thought of me as a kid, he treated me as such, ever since day one. He'd never say these things to me.

Something was wrong. Maybe his phone got hacked?

Another text.

*But I must warn you. Everything in that book you're holding is a bit...hardcore. Can your fragile body handle that?*

A sharp twitch teased my little sensitive nub as I reread the text a thousand times.

I could hear my heart racing at this point. It couldn't be him. He'd never say such things.

April's Dad was a warm and friendly man. He was one of the most liked and awarded professors in school, known for his morals and very principled nature.

Such a man would never text his daughter's friend like this. He'd never.

Maybe I should go check on him. I'd definitely find out that his phone got hacked or worse, stolen.

One more beep. I clicked on it, holding my breath.

*Come meet me if you want the lesson. It'll be short and very...interesting*

That's it. I've read enough. I sprang off the bed and left my room. His room was on the other end of the hallway.

I walked slowly to his door, nervous as hell. I've never been to his room. But I needed to confirm if he was the one texting me these weird messages. Or if his phone was stolen, like I suspected.

My fist touched the door, lightly.

"It's open." His deep voice called from inside.

I gulped hard, twisting the doorknob. A strong musky scent swept into my nostrils as I walked inside. The cozy ventilation from the air conditioner had me feeling briefly chilly.

He was sitting on his small couch, typing on his laptop. The white singlet he was wearing was sinfully clinging to his body, mirroring his broad chest. And dare I say, nipples.

Willow, shut up!

His eyes dragged up and he arched a brow at me.

"Do you want something?" His tone was flat.

Huh? Right...

"No. I was just-" I stopped. I couldn't say it. He had a blank, almost confused stare in his eyes. And he was obviously working on something before I came in.

There was no way he'd been the one texting me. Then again, if I could just ask him if his phone was hacked or...stolen...

"Do you want something, Willow?" He reiterated the question.

I shook my head. "No, Sir. Sorry for the interruption. Have a good night."

I bowed slightly and turned to run the heck out of his room.

"That's disappointing. I thought you came for the lessons."

I froze. Harsh air got knocked out of my nostrils. Slowly, I turned around.

He was staring at me. Those eyes weren't so blank and confused anymore. They already morphed into something...unrecognisable.

Predatory. Mischievously dark. And there was an unnerving smirk on his lips. He stood and slowly took out the phone from his pocket.

"You didn't give me an answer, but you raced down here instead. I'm tempted to think that's a yes."

My mouth was hung open, with no words leaving it. I was in a bloody daze.

There was no way April's Dad sent those texts. He'd never. He wasn't that kind of man.

Except, he did send them. And there had to be two different men living inside him. The moral one and this one...the predatory one.

He took two steps closer. I forced myself to take two steps backwards. I've never been terrified of him. Except right now.

He was smiling but I didn't miss the dangerous clenching of his jaw.

"What's it gonna be, Willow?" He asked with a rippling baritone.

"Si...Sir...?" I stuttered.

"What's it gonna be?" He repeated.

I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me, I'll just go to my room."

"Don't take another step." He said, forcing me to halt.

His smile was gone. His jaw was tightly clenched. His eyes were burning with a sensation that I had only read about but never witnessed.

Arousal. Menacing arousal.

April's Dad was aroused...by me? How the heck...?

He walked past me and bolted the door. Panic gripped me.

"Pl...please Sir..."

"Please, Willow." He groaned out, hands in pocket. I made the mistake of staring down at his pants and the huge bulge there made me gulp.

Out of anticipation? Or out of fear?

"I'm fucking lonely and horny. You're lonely and...horny too. Reading that smut dump definitely had you going. I don't see why we can't help each other out."

"Huh?" God, I was speechless. How could he boldly say that to me?

"Or would you rather touch yourself? Are you that kinda girl?"

"What?" I was flustered by his rawness.

"It'd be nice if you used more words, WILLOW." He warned, but calmly.

"You're...you're...April's Dad."

"You're April's best friend. So what? What does our position in April's life have to do with this moment?"

"I...I can't...do what you're asking..." I was a stuttering mess. It didn't help that he was coming closer, clouding me with his scent. Intimidating me with his physique. Forcing me to obey his silent orders.

"Yes, you can. Not because you're being forced but because you want it. I saw you checking me out in that hallway today. You're curious. I wanna feed that curiosity."

"I'm not..." I was saying but he stopped me, with a gentle choke around my neck, tilting my face up.

I was hyperventilating and shaky. His green stormy eyes were silencing me for good. There was heavy wetness between my inner thighs and I already feel sinful because of it.

Because I was getting wet for my best friend's Father.

"Those lips can do better things than telling lies, baby girl."

My heart drummed. Baby girl? Just like in the books.

He smiled. "Just for tonight. Be my little fuck toy for tonight. Tomorrow, we can pretend it never happened."

"S...sir..."

"It's Joe. Or Daddy." He smirked, playing with a strand of my hair. His hand was still around my neck, keeping me tamed.

"What...what if April finds out?"

"Who's gonna tell her?"

Like Father, Like Daughter, huh? But God, why was I considering his sick offer? I knew better...

He picked me off the ground with one hand around my waist, like I weighed nothing.

Lord forgive me, but maybe I don't know any better.

I got dumped on the bed. I crawled inside, scared to death but there was another feeling. Anticipation. And more wetness gathered in my inner thighs.

He crawled in too, slowly, like a predator coming for his captured prey.

I crawled further, stopping next to the headboard. He came for me, grabbed my hand, and the next second, he cuffed it to the headboard.

"Sir!"

He cuffed the other hand, ignoring my shriek. I yanked my hands violently but they wouldn't come unloose.

"What are you doing?!"

"The fuck, Willow. Didn't you just read a damn smut? How do the guys keep their little fuck toy when they're about to devour her?"

My panic reduced a bit. He was right. Most of them were chained up. Did he already know I was coming and had the chain ready? Or has it always been in here?

Wait...did he say devour?

I watched him undo his belt. Breathing was getting harder for me. Slowly, he opened his fly and dragged down his pants. He threw it on the floor. Then his hand came for his briefs, and he took them off too. His eyes never left mine.

My eyes popped at the terrifying length of his dick.

He didn't seem perturbed or the least bothered that he was stark naked in front of me.

His broad hand pulled my legs, straightening them. I gasped as he dragged my pants, taking them off me.

The chill air hit my bare legs, making me shudder. His hands came for my top, taking it off in a swipe. I was just in my panties, and I was shaking and discolored in embarrassment.

His eyes ate me up and then he licked his lips.

"You don't know how long I've imagined what you looked like behind all those tacky, oversized dresses you wear." He confessed.

I almost shrieked when he crawled further. His mouth landed on my right nipple, and I jerked instantly.

"S..s..."

"Daddy." He whispered to my face, hungry-eyed.

My brain was on fritz. I couldn't argue. I couldn't think. He had me in some kind of spell.

My mouth parted and the word softly rolled out. "Daddy..."

"Good girl." He smirked, and his mouth returned to my boobs while his other hand squeezed my left boobs. He was sucking at first, and God, it felt good.

It felt...it felt...amazing. I couldn't hold back my moans. But then he stopped sucking and began feasting. He was literally biting and tugging with his teeth.

There was no pleasure there. Just a stinging pain that caused my body to squirm uncontrollably. But my resistance was buried by his massive weight on me.

He left the right one and pounced on the left. Sizing it up recklessly in his hands before devouring it.

All I could do was whimper and squirm. But my predator wouldn't let me go. When he finally did, he had a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Fuck, Willow. Those boobs are perfect. You're perfect." He breathed out, biting my lower lip. I gasped, not because of the bite but because of his fingers teasing my very wet and sensitive nub.

"Daddy..."

"Shussh." He whispered to my lips. He was panting. Not out of fear. Just a morbid arousal. A need to wreck me. "You stay quiet and let me do my job."

He wouldn't hurt me. I knew that. But again, he would hurt me. I also knew that. But somehow, I stayed silent.

He slid a finger into my tight hole and I jerked, letting out a whimper. But his body pinned me down.

"Shush," he whispered, our lips grazing but not kissing. Tears were slowly building in my eyes.

"It...hurts..."

"I know. I know what you are, Willow. That's why I'm going easy."

Easy? This was...easy?

"Oh My God!" I cried out loud as he began thrusting the finger in and out of my tight, little hole.

"Shush." He whispered again and softly clasped his hand on my mouth. Another finger entered, intensifying the pain.

My scream was muffled by his hand and my squirms humbled by his body. There wasn't a chance for me to break free from this spine-busting pain.

It lasted seconds or minutes, I don't know. But soon, the pain subsided a bit and was replaced by a simmering pleasure. It was a rough mix of pleasure and pain.

In. Out. He pumped harder, until I was tearing up. Until tears rolled down my face. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He seemed possessed.

"I never imagined I'd have you moaning for me." He whispered under his breath.

My breathing doubled at a bubble arousing between my legs. He went faster until that bubble exploded and I was a shuddering, mumbling mess.

Liquid rolled out of my little hole. He moved lower, settled his face between my thighs, and ran his tongue all over it. All over my throbbing clit.

I bit my lower lip at the pleasure. At the pain. At the...

"Fuck, you taste delicious." He husked out.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't even have the strength to speak. I was just trying to catch my breath. I shut my eyes briefly but they popped open at the mild pain.

I looked down and he was rubbing the cap of his dick on my entrance.

"That's...that's gonna...hurt..." I was on the verge of breaking down into real tears.

"I'll try to be gentle," he said, licking his fingers and rubbing them on his cap. Then he began pushing it in.

I jerked, jerked again, and let out a soulful whimper as I felt his whole weight sliding in.

He leaned forward, resting his body on mine. His hand was on my mouth again. His eyes were holding my teary gaze.

"I have a confession, Willow..." he whispered. "I've always...always...fantasized about being your first. Always."

My eyes grew wide but there wasn't enough time to process his confession. He already began moving his hips, and the pain began building up.

"That hurts...." I managed to whisper, but the rest of my words went muffled because of his big hand.

The gentle thrust lasted for seconds and soon, he was thrusting at a crazy pace.

Oh My God. Fuckkkk!!

Tears flooded down my face at the unbearable, searing pain.

Please...please...

"Your tight hole takes me so fucking good." He grunted out.

Please...it hurts!!

He was grunting, biting my lower lip at intervals as he pounded my little, virgin pussy. There was no pleasure in this. None. Not even a bit. Maybe a little bit.

Please...

"You okay?" He whispered, slowing his pace. He brushed my sweaty cheeks with a kiss.

"No. Yes. I mean...."

His hand was on my mouth again as he began thrusting deeper. Until he was hitting a spot over and over.

I felt my inner muscles slowly clenching around his dick. There was that feeling again...and boom!

Fuckkkkk!!

My thighs were shaking vigorously at the intense orgasm I just had. My whole body was shaking actually.

"Just a little bit more..." he was struggling to keep his voice steady. His fingers teased my nub as his thrusts became a little more fierce.

I was a squirming mess. A whimpering mess. I would be a screaming mess if his hand wasn't on my mouth.

Soon, he became a loud grunting mess. He plunged deeper inside me, until a more prolonged grunt forced its way out of his lips.

He pulled out quickly, tapping his dick on my releasing his load, while shuddering and grunting.

"Fuck, Willow. Fuck!!"

He reached for my hand and dipped my fingers in the load he spilled on my body.

"Lick."

I hesitated. He, again, guided my fingers to my lips, waiting for me to open my mouth. I did, slowly, tasting his cum. Licking every bit of it off my fingers.

He grinned. "Lesson over. You were a good girl, Willow."