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  It was a regular occurrence in my life, but what I hadn’t bet on was my extra set having been taken too, oh, and being recorded this time. I had no doubt that it’d be all over social media by the end of the night, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when my knight in shining darkness was waiting for me.

  Uncle Jacob pulled up a block away and parked his bike, and together we walked toward my house. He didn’t say a word and neither did I, but it was always a comfortable silence with him.

  “You know if you ever need me, you only have to call, right?” he said, trying to lower his deep voice, but the baritone only made me sigh. There was nothing like the sound of his voice and the scent of leather and oil that permeated off him.

  “I know.”

  We stopped a couple of houses down from ours and he stepped closer to me. He didn’t touch me again, he hadn’t when we were alone since what happened in the changing room.

  “I’m being serious,” he said, this time there was no room for argument. “You need me and I’m there.”

  “Okay.” I shuffled my feet on the ground and held my hands in front of me. This was always the time of night that I hated—having to leave him and enter my house.

  “I’ll wait until your light switches off.”

  I nodded in reply, spun around, and walked up the path. None of the lights were on, so I could only assume that Dad and Shell were asleep, but as I got to the second stair, a voice called out, “Beth?”

  My shoulders sagged, and I halted on the stairs. “Yeah?”

  “Come in here,” Dad said, his voice light, almost the same as it had been when I was a small child. I should have known it was a trap from that alone, but I still turned around and went into the living room.

  The curtains were drawn, and he flicked on a small light next to the chair he sat in on game days. “Where have you been?” he asked, and he could almost be mistaken for caring where his eighteen-year-old was, but by the way his eyes narrowed on me and he gazed down at my body, I knew it wasn’t that.

  “I was…” It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him who I had been with, but something stopped me. My nightly rides with Uncle Jacob were something I wanted to keep to myself. They were my little secret, and no one would know about them. “Out with a friend.”

  Dad crossed his ankle over his knee and ran his fingertip over his lips. “And is this friend male?”

  “Yes.” It was out of my mouth before I could think better of it.

  “Strip.”

  My eyes widened so much I thought my eyeballs would drop out of my sockets like in the cartoons. “Wh-what?” I stuttered out, and it was at that stage something moved from the left. I turned my attention to it and my stare met Shell’s. “Shell?”

  She stayed silent, but the brief reprieve let me look at her closely. She was wearing nothing but a lacey pair of panties, her boobs exposed, and a dog collar around her neck. She flicked her gaze to Dad and then back to me, staring blankly as though I wasn’t even there.

  “Strip,” Dad said a second time.

  “I…” I shook my head and stepped back, my shaking fingers gripping the base of my neck. Jacob was outside, I should have run out to him and asked him to take me out, but in the distance, I could hear the roar of an engine, and I knew then that I was alone.

  He’d told me if I needed him that he’d be there, but how long would it take him to see my SOS text? Because he wouldn’t answer his cell while he was riding. He’d driven me past his house a couple of nights ago on the way back home, and I knew it’d take him at least twenty minutes to get there, so that meant forty minutes where he wouldn’t be here, and by then, it’d be too late.

  “Now!” Dad roared, and I practically jumped out of my skin. “Do it now or I’ll cut your clothes off you and not care if I slash you in the process.”

  I could see how serious he was, so figured if I started to undo the buttons on my blouse while I explained, maybe he’d let me get away with it.

  “I wasn’t doing anything I shouldn’t,” I told him, getting to the third button and wincing at my exposed cleavage. It was nothing he hadn’t seen, he made sure of that, but there was a power for him in getting me to reveal myself to him. Both he and I knew that.

  “You didn’t ask permission, and for that, you’ll be punished.”

  “Please—”

  “Another word and I’ll gag you.” He raised his brow, his dark-brown eyes boring into me. “You want that, Bethy? You want me to gag you?”

  His warning was loud and clear.

  “No.” I shook my head and made quick work of the rest of the buttons. The more I revealed to him, the less in control I felt, and I knew I had to go to the same space that I always did. The one that kept me safe from him, that only existed inside my head.

  I stripped down to my underwear and wrapped my arms around my stomach. The spot on the wall above his head was my only point of reference, and I didn’t look away from it, not even when he stood up.

  The creak of the floorboards told me he was moving closer, and only when I felt his breath on my neck did I know he was next to me.

  His large hand whipped out and grabbed my boob, squeezing so hard I squeaked. “You will not leave this house without my permission again.”

  I didn’t answer him, so in response, he slapped my ass. “Repeat after me!”

  “I…” I pulled in a breath. “I will not leave the house without your permission.”

  “Good.” He gripped me between my legs and held me over my panties. “I will obey your every command.”

  I didn’t repeat him fast enough so he thrust his finger inside, taking the cotton material of my panties with him.

  “I’ll obey your every command,” I rushed out, trying to hold my arms still so I didn’t push him away. I’d learned that it was only worse if I fought him.

  He lifted his other hand and yanked my bra down, exposing my boobs to him. He groaned in response and pushed his finger in and out of me.

  “I’ve been getting you ready, Bethy.” He twisted one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Tonight was meant to be the night I allowed you to have me, but you’ve been bad.” He pulled his finger out of me and slapped my pussy so hard I cried out. Tears sprang to my eyes and I tried my hardest to keep them at bay, but they betrayed me and ran down my cheeks. “Bad girls don’t get rewards.” He stepped closer and brought his face down to mine. His breath fanned across my cheek and then his tongue darted out and lapped at my tears. “But maybe tomorrow I’ll let you have me.”

  I wanted to scream and tell him that I didn’t want him. It was bad enough that he’d touched me in places I didn’t want him, but the thought of having him inside me made my stomach roil. Not just because he was my dad, but because I was still a virgin.

  He pulled himself away from me so fast I swayed toward him until I managed to right myself.

  “Go to bed, I don’t want to see your face until you can apologize and beg me for forgiveness.” I stepped back and didn’t allow myself to turn around until I was out of the door.

  Tomorrow was the day he was going to take the last piece of me I owned, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I needed a plan, one that would put me in control, if only for a little while.

  BETH

  I watched the school bus leave without me and hid in an alleyway until the regular bus pulled up at the stop. I’d formulated a plan last night and didn’t doubt myself for a second. I was determined to do this, and today was my only opportunity. It was my last resort, but I didn’t care.

  It took the bus fifty minutes to get to the stop I needed, and then a further ten minutes to walk, but it wasn’t until I was outside of his house that I realized he wouldn’t be in.

  I knew his schedule as well as I knew my own, which meant I had three hours to kill until he’d be home from the gym. Three hours where I could overthink every little move.

  I shook my head and berated myself. This was the only option, and it helped that I
wanted it more than my next breath. We’d been skirting around the situation because of the path that led ahead, but that path had been destroyed the moment my dad had come into my bedroom the first night.

  I walked the streets for a little while and stopped in a coffee shop for a soda as I counted down the minutes. When I knew he’d be back soon, I headed back to his house and sat on the front steps. Waiting.

  Finally, the roar of his engine rang out and then the sun hit off the shiny chrome. He didn’t spot me until he was off his bike, but the moment he did, his eyes widened.

  “What are you doing here?”

  I stood and wiped the dirt off the back of my dress. “You said if I needed you, you’d be there.”

  He stepped toward me, only halting when he was a couple of feet away. “Yeah.”

  “I need you.” I cleared my throat. “I need to talk to you.”

  Uncle Jacob stared down at me, the scruff covering his jaw calling to me and making me wonder what it would feel like against my palm. “Now?”

  I nodded. “Now.”

  He didn’t say another word as he opened up his door and waved his arm at me to step inside. I wasn’t sure what I expected his house to look like, but I should have known it’d be gray walls and modern. It didn’t have useless knickknacks hanging around, instead it was all practical.

  I didn’t take much in apart from the fact that the kitchen was to the left and a bathroom separated that and the living room. I’d gone over what I’d do time and time again, but now that the time was here, I was second-guessing myself.

  I stood in the doorway as he moved to the sofa and pulled off his combat boots. He reached for the hem of his T-shirt but hesitated at the last second and looked over at me.

  He sat down and ran his hand over his face. “Baby girl—”

  “I want you.”

  A muscle in his jaw locked and he looked away. “No.”

  “Please, you don’t understand. There’s things happening that—”

  “No.” He shook his head and gripped his thighs. “You should leave.”

  “No,” I replied. “I want you...I...I need you.”

  He wouldn’t look at me. No matter what I said or did, he wouldn’t give me eye contact. Contact that I craved as much as I needed the oxygen I inhaled.

  I swallowed and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

  I stepped into the middle of the room, only ten feet away from him. My shaking hands reached for the hem of my knee-length, patterned dress. The thin material scraped over my sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to spread over every inch. I was doing the same as I had last night, only this time I wanted to do it.

  My body hummed, and I swayed forward, yet, he still sat there, his legs spread wide, and attention on the wall to his left. There was nothing of interest there, I knew that, and so did he.

  I stepped forward and pulled the dress the rest of the way up, losing sight of him for a second as the material blocked my line of sight. My cotton and lace boy shorts covered my hips and the one place I needed him most. The matching bra barely covered my perked nipples, and I knew he’d see the outline if he would just look at me.

  Maybe he didn’t want me in the same way I wanted him? Maybe the kiss and touches were just to appease me?

  No.

  His obvious erection told me that just the thought of me being half naked was enough.

  “Please,” I begged, my voice nothing but a soft breath. “Look at me.” I skimmed my palm over my exposed stomach, my fingertips playing with the lace edge of my boy shorts.

  “No,” he ground out, his hands clenched so tight on his lap that his knuckles were stark white. “Put your dress back on.”

  “No,” I echoed. “You want this”—I took another step, now only a few feet between us—“I want this.”

  “You’re wrong.” His voice was the deepest I had ever heard, the huskiness causing me to shiver. I wondered how my body would react if he was to whisper in my ear as his breath caressed the side of my neck? “This is wrong.”

  “Is it?” I asked, taking another step and dropping down to my knees. “It is wrong to want to be touched?” My knees scraped against the rough carpet, and I let out a moan. “Is it wrong to want to be in control? To want the hands that touch me instead of hating them?”

  A muscle ticked in his jaw and he shifted ever so slightly. I was getting to him. My words were breaking through the steel wall he’d erected between us. But I needed to burn that shit down.

  I lifted my hands, placed them on his knees, and shuffled even closer. I’d never been this close to a man before—at least, not one that I wanted.

  “Touch me,” I begged. “Touch me because I want you to.”

  There was a beat and then he finally looked at me. “You want me that bad?” His eyes were feral, but I could sense that he was testing me. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

  “I do,” I insisted. “I’m asking for someone to touch me. I’m asking to be touched by someone I want.”

  “You shouldn’t want me.”

  “I don’t care.” I batted my lashes. “Please, Uncle Jacob.”

  His nostrils flared at the sound of his name and he ground out, “Suck my cock, show me how much you want me.”

  I’d never done it before, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I was going to do as he said because I wanted him. I craved him like never before.

  I undid his zipper and he pushed up his hips, signaling me to pull his jeans down. His large cock sprung free, and I was fascinated by the girth of it. I hadn’t known how big it would be. I’d gotten a sense back in the changing room, but having it inches away from me was...eye-opening.

  I ducked and licked the head. “I’ve...never done this—”

  “Wrap your hand around the base.” I did as he said, the velvet-covered hardness smooth against my palm. My fingers didn’t meet, but I held on gently. “Harder.” I gripped him harder. “Now put it in your mouth, but watch your teeth.”

  The salty tang of the liquid beading on the head hit my tongue and I groaned at the taste. I licked it like I would an posicle, twirling my tongue around and pushing my hand up and down the base of it. The more I touched him, the more wetness I felt between my legs.

  In the back of my mind, I knew this was what it felt like to be turned on, but I didn’t allow myself to think about it too much. I wanted to live in the moment, so I glanced up at him. His eyes were focused on me, his hooded eyelids telling me how much he liked it.

  “That’s it, baby girl.” He stroked the top of my head and I mewled, causing him to groan. “Suck me harder.” I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked on him, finishing with a twirl of my tongue, and dipped the tip into his small slit.

  Before I knew what was happening, hands were cupping under my arms and lifting me into a standing position. His cock sprung from my mouth, hitting against my cheek in the process.

  Uncle Jacob pulled his T-shirt over his head and his jeans off his legs and then wrapped his hand around my thigh. His large palms almost covered my entire leg as he pulled me toward him.

  He stared up at me, his dark eyes now fully black, but they beckoned to me like nothing else ever had. The hesitation that I’d first been met with had been obliterated, and in its place a raw need.

  I sighed as his palm crawled between my legs, ripping my panties off my body and exposing me fully to him. He stopped to stare at my pussy, licked his lips, and then continued his path up to my bra. His head was level with my chest in this position and he easily hooked his arm behind my back and undid the straps.

  He stayed silent, causing every one of my senses to be heightened. Each stroke of his touch was felt everywhere, each small noise out of both of our mouths louder than before.

  His finger stroked over my hip bone and made its way to my pussy where he dipped his finger between my lips and found my aching clit. I’d never been touched so gently before and it was my undoing. I wanted him everywhere but nowhere all at the same
time.

  My hand came out and gripped his hair, needing to find some leverage from his ministrations. He seemed to like me touching him because he dipped his head forward and lapped at my nipple. The peaked bud hardened even more, and he sucked it into his mouth, taking me to the edge of a cliff I was dying to dive off.

  “More,” I pleaded, not knowing what it was exactly that I needed, but I had to have more.

  His finger stroked faster and the slow burn in the bottom of my stomach exploded, making me call out and lose control of my body. My back went ramrod straight as I rode the waves out, and as it waned off, I allowed him to pull me closer to him.

  I wasn’t sure what was happening, but when I’d finally come back down to earth, I realized I was on his lap, my legs spread, and his cock at my entrance.

  “You’re fuckin' beautiful when you come,” he gritted out, lifting me and prodding me with the head of his cock. “Now let’s see if I can do that a second time.”

  He didn’t give me a chance to answer him, not that I had the willpower to anyway. He pistoned his hips forward, breaking through my barrier in one swift movement. He paused, his eyes widening.

  “Baby girl,” he whispered. “Tell me you’re not a virgin.”

  I placed my palm on the side of his face, rubbing my fingertips against his scruff and relishing in the roughness of it. “Not anymore, Uncle Jacob.”

  “Fuck.” He shook his head and gripped my hips tighter, pressing our chests even closer together. “You’ll be the death of me.”

  I answered him with a rock of my hips, not caring that it pinched and hurt a little, because I was in control. It didn’t matter that what we were doing was wrong to people in society, because something this wrong should not have felt this goddamn right.

  Chapter Nine

  JACOB

  I was observant by nature, which meant it only took a couple of days of me dropping off and picking up Beth from school to know who the top dog was around here. The tallest guy with the letterman jacket was the one who called the shots, and everyone followed him like the little lambs they were.