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Holy shit, where the hell did that come from?

Her hot breath heats my arm, her chest rises and falls rapidly, and rather than analyze her reaction, I continue on my path of moral destruction.

With my free hand, I yank her brunette hair until her head rests against me. Her lips are there, ready for the taking, open and inviting, but forbidden, nonetheless.

When I release her hair, her head falls forward, and I will myself not to check her tits out from beneath a curtain of dark locks.

“Bend over the bed.”

I step back, allowing her the space to do as I ask.

“What? Why?”

A humorless laugh leaves me. “Do you really think you’re in any position to ask questions, Little Nightmare?”

“N-No.”

Slowly, she bends over the bed, and fuck me, her ass is perfection. The gym shorts material leaves nothing to the imagination, fitting her like a second skin, and she damn well knows it.

Pumping my fists beside me, I step forward, kick her legs apart, then bend down and pull my switchblade from my sock. Sal gifted us all one as an eighteenth birthday present, and it’s something I’ve treasured, as my brothers have too. It’s never too far away from me.

I flick it open and bring the tip to her bare skin. Goosebumps scatter over her bronzed thigh, and when I lightly trail it up her leg, my cock thickens in my jeans. Slipping the tip of the knife beneath the fabric, I slice through the flimsy material.

“M-My gym shorts, Jensen!” she screeches. Before I can second-guess myself, I bring my palm down on her ass cheek, and the crack echoes in the air.

“Daddy! You scream daddy when I’m punishing you,” I bite out. “It’s about damn time Daddy taught you a lesson.”

Her body quakes, and I think she’s going to burst into tears, something I’d struggle to deal with, but she shocks me when no sob comes out, only words.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she pants.

I leer down at her toned ass, and my fury increases. Her bare, toned ass is on full display to me, but what angers me the most is that there’s no panties in the fabric discarded on the floor.

“No panties!” I fume. “No fucking panties, Immie?” I shake my head, stupefied. I’ve been an idiot, spending far too long away and allowing her too much freedom, but this stark reminder of her coming of age is very much what I needed.

I don’t want her to become like Amanda. I’ve left her to her own devices for far too long, so it’s possible she’s had the wrong person as a role model.

Where Immie is concerned, it’s clear I’ve been in denial for far too long. She’s not the same innocent girl I rescued; she’s become a young woman, a curious one with her own mind and free will.

I don’t like the thoughts of her having sexual experiences with others. In fact, I fucking hate it.

“Are you fucking him?” I spit out.

And when she remains silent, I slap her ass, forcing a cry to slip from her lips.

“I asked you a fucking question, Little Nightmare. I suggest you answer before I make this a whole lot more difficult.”

My cock throbs, but I ignore it.

“N-No.”

The next slap on her ass cheek rips through the air.

“Are you lying to me?”

“No. I promise, Daddy.”

Slap.