Evie

because daddy is using your puppy parts.

you can feel him deep inside you, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl even though you can barely move. your body is still heavy with sleep, your mind all fuzzy and soft, like cotton wool stuffed behind your eyes.

you whine, sad that you got woken up-

but so, so happy that daddy is using you.

so you whimper and push your hips back, just a little.

and daddy shushes you again, running his hand through your messy hair, scratching behind your ear the way you love. ''shh… shh… you're okay. you're doing so good, puppy. just a little more.''

you try to say something. "Mm... d'ddy.." but it comes out muffled and garbled.

daddy chuckles. "such a sleepy puppy, mhm?"

you just make another soft sound, even too tired to push your hips back.

and then he asks, gentle, "do you need one of your special sleepy pills, puppy? or are you gonna be good for me?"

and you know what the sleepy pills do.

but you also know he's proud of you when you're good without them.

so you sniffle, push your face into the pillow and mumble, "…g-good…"

desperately needing a place to stay for the duration of the next few semesters of college but rent being unreasonably high so your dad's old friend, John Price, offers up his property for free because he owes your dad a favour and he just wants somebody to look after it until he gets back from a particularly long deployment.

and it works out well for the most part. the apartment is not only close to campus, it's also in a quiet neighborhood so you don't have to worry about noisy neighbours. and the best part? it's free.