Page 59 of My Big Fat Daddy Issues

I weave us around a few groups of onlookers, tucking us through the slit in the black curtains and raising the pink gift bag in my other hand upward.

“Be a big girl. I got you this so you can hold onto it tonight and be brave.” My growl vibrates into the silence between us, a smirk sharp enough to cut glass. She blushes deeper, those freckles dusting her cheeks like cinnamon, and I trace a nail down her throat for emphasis. Tonight’s a new lesson.

The members here paid good money for this.

The raised bed dominates the curtained room as she shivers, taking the bag from my hand and crinkling the tissue paper inside, finally pulling out the gift, or prop, for what’s coming.

“Oh look,” I purr, yanking her ponytail so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “You think I don’t listen, but I’m always listening.”

Her blue eyes light up, cheeks pink, and that innocence returns as her lashes dust her lids.

“Thank you.” She squeezes the stuffed rabbit to her chest. It’s some limited edition, expensive shit brand that’s all the rage right now. She showed it to me a few days ago when she was scrolling on some app, saying they have the softest fur and real cut-crystal eyes.

I ordered one for her as soon as she fell asleep. We’ve been driving a lot, she’s doing her final school work for her diploma, and I’ve bought us a new house fifty miles away from Karen.

All her stuffed animals are still at the other house, so making sure she had this special one for tonight was as much to make her happy as it was for my benefit.

Her hair glows gold under the lights from above, strands sticking to the sweat already beading on her temples.

“Thank you.” The rabbit’s face is smashed into her neck, her arms hugging it tight. The pink and brown furisfucking soft, but not as soft as my daughter’s pussy, which very soon I will be balls deep inside, showing off my prized possession and all the lessons she’s learned so far. “But what is this place?”

I’m already shucking her dress off with one hand. The fabric tears as I tug, then pools at her feet, leaving her in lace so sheer I can see her nipples pressed against it beneath, and the slit between her legs showing as a dark line.

“You wanted men to look...” I reach passed her and tug open the curtains, then lean close, my free hand cupping her throat as their cheers ripple through the room. “Well, now they’re watching, aren’t they?”

Her breath hitches, a shiver of defiance trembling in her throat before she can hide it. “I—I didn’t want this—”

“Shh.” I crush her lie with a kiss, my tongue forcing its way past her lips to claim the heat inside. My fingers dig into her waist, urging her closer as our teeth clack in the frenzy of it all, until Ilift her onto the bed, her legs wrapping around me instinctively even as her heels drag down my ass.

I press her down and step back, shoving her knees wide, moving the scrap of fabric to the side showing off that wet little teenage snatch.

The room lights up like a damn disco ball aimed at her dripping center when I spread her knees. Someone wolf-whistles again from the shadows. “Look at that tight little cunt… she’s glistening.” The words are lecherous, grating against our silence, but she stays still, lips parted, lashes fluttering as if this is all too much for a “proper” girl.

“That’s his actual daughter. Barely eighteen.” A fat, balding fuck says to another fat, balding asshole beside him, his hand already jerking on his pathetic dick.

That’s the fantasy we’ve sold them for tonight. She took my name when we married, so legally we are family and the pictures I provided of us together over the last ten years, brought us a hefty sum for our ‘performance’ tonight.

“Mina,” I warn, my thumb dragging through her slit before rubbing her clit. She gasps, hips rolling instinctively into the touch as her back arches. My greedy girl. “You’re wet as I expected. Daddy’s little whore likes getting shown off,” I smirk, my dick tenting my jeans, as turned on as she is by the idea ofbeing watched. I groan low enough for only her to hear. “These fuckers paid for a show.”

The next words come out slow and deliberate, so everyone hears them. “Suck Daddy’s cock, baby.” I bite her earlobe, hard enough to sting but not break the skin, as I drag her by the hair to the edge of the bed, then push her down to her knees, unzipping and setting myself free.

“Daddy—”

“Do it.” I don’t need to repeat myself. The first groan escapes me when those lips wrap around the head of my cock, warm and hesitant as if still unlearning some lesson about modesty. “Ignore the strangers, baby,” I growl. “Just suck Daddy like he taught you.”

She obeys instantly, her cheeks hollowing as she takes me deeper. The voices all around are a cacophony beneath the beat of the music as she reacts to the energy of the crowd. She quickly turns greedy, throat-deep, swallowing every drop that spills between those perfect pink lips. A man whistles sharply when my hips thrust forward, dragging her face up and down my length. She flinches back, but I catch her chin again, forcing her to lick me clean.

“Now.” My voice is gravel, my hands steadying her hips as I snap my fingers. “Get on there, ass up, face down.”

She starts to push to her feet, but I’m all about the theater right now, so I grab her by the hair, then the ass and flip her onto all fours on the bed, reaching for the leather sheath I always wear on my belt, unsnapping the leather and pulling out the glinting knife.

“Be a good girl.” I whisper as I cut the little thong off her body, then the bra, scratching the tip of the knife down her back and into the crack of her ass then secure it back into its holster.

Men crowd around the stage. Women, too. All their hands inside pants and panties as they watch me strip off my shirt and jeans. A collective groan goes up when I position myself behind her, cockhead brushing her hole, then slapping down on her ass a few times.

She whimpers, those long legs trembling beneath my grip, not from fear but anticipation.

“You see that guy over there?” My breath rasps against the shell of her ear as I nod toward the man in the black suit who’s already jerking off against a pillar. “He’s been waiting months for this view.”