Chapter 11 Chapter 11
My body didn't move instantly at his demand. I just stared at him without blinking as he moved back after ordering me, giving me space to obey him.
My throat tightened when his hand moved instead.
He pulled open the drawer, took out another stack of cash, and shoved it into my coat.
Four stacks.
My heart tightened in my chest.
Still not enough.
I need more.
"Be quick," he snapped.
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt and forced myself to breathe.
Don't think.
Don't feel.
Just survive.
For this night...
To keep your daughter alive.
Slowly, I turned my face away from him because I couldn't bear to see that look in his eyes anymore. It hurt me more than anything. Earlier, he couldn't see me in pain, but right now, he was relishing it.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and shifted my weight forward. A shiver ran down my body when my palms pressed against the cold sheets.
I lifted my weight on my palms and sank my knees into the mattress next. Humiliation burned in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. But I shoved it down ruthlessly.
When I finally settled on all fours, my back stiffened, and my hands trembled as I waited for whatever punishment or command he decided I deserved next.
Not even in my worst nightmare did I think I would reduce myself to this, I thought.
My breath caught in my throat when I felt his knuckles moving down my bare back. Goosebumps rose all over my skin where it touched his.
I tried my best not to move or make any sound.
"You have no idea," he whispered, "what it took not to come after you."
My eyes squeezed shut as I endured all the humiliation and allegations he placed on me.
Just this night...
I kept reminding myself.
A soft gasp passed my lips when suddenly he squeezed my ass in both of his hands.
"Tell me, Cynthia," he murmured close to my ear, "did you miss me?"
My eyes stung with the tears that I hadn't shed yet, nor did I want to – at least not in front of him.
And then suddenly he spanked my butt. It was so harsh that a loud gasp escaped my throat, and my body jerked forward.
"I asked you something!" he roared.
"NO!" I spat. "I didn't miss you. My husband was enough."
I felt him take a deep breath at my response. His mouth was too close to my ear, and his body was just above mine. I could practically feel the heat radiating off him.
Silence stretched between us for a long moment before he broke it.
"Enough?" he chuckled. "Still, you are lying on someone else's bed, your 'ex's' bed to be specific, on all fours, to get fucked."
And he laughed.
His low and bitter laugh stung my ears. My cheeks turned red in humiliation. I just let out a sigh and curled my fingers in the sheet because I was just a second away from turning around and slapping him tightly.
But I knew better than to do this. It would leave me empty-handed, ruining every penny I had earned till now.
"Let's see how much your husband was 'enough' for you!"
My breath caught in my throat when the tip of his finger slid down my spine and stopped just above my panty line.
I stiffened instantly, but that didn't stop him. He pushed aside my panties and pressed his thick fingers against my vagina.
A soft chuckle of amusement left his lips. It was enough to tell me what he had discovered. Heat rushed to my cheeks as shame flooded my veins.
"Tsk," he murmured. "Already?"
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to zone out, but he didn't let me.
Slowly and teasingly, he moved his fingers along my slit.
My nails dug into the sheets beneath me as I fought the reaction trembling through my body.
I inhaled a sharp breath through my nose and bit down on my lower lip when the tip of his finger brushed against my sensitive bud.
He knew really well how to play with my body.
"If you want more money, be vocal," he said calmly. "Do it well... and I might double it."
My chest rose and fell erratically.
From the side of my eyes, I once again saw the money.
Just this night...
I clenched my teeth and swallowed down the lump in my throat, letting out a moan when he flicked my clit.
His chuckle deepened.
"That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear what you're worth."
Another moan escaped my throat when he tapped over it before moving his thumb anticlockwise. My eyes rolled, and my head tilted back in pleasure.
It was like getting a taste of something after ages.
I was always sensitive to his touch, and that hadn't changed.
He chuckled in satisfaction when I curved my back more and moved my hips along with his movements. His other hand came up to wrap my hair around his wrist.
"So sensitive... so reactive," he mumbled almost to himself.
"Oh—" my voice trembled before I could stop it. "...Daddy."
His body stilled for a moment.
And then he moved his finger deliberately slowly, not letting me get what I wanted.
Of course!
It was not about me. It was about what he wanted.
My breath hitched in my throat, and I gasped loudly when he suddenly pushed one of his fingers inside me.
When I thought he was going to move it, he froze.
"Sheesh," he chuckled, "you are so tight. I can feel exactly how much your husband was."
My breath shattered, and my heart dropped in my stomach. The words hurt more than his touch ever could. My whole body trembled.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of me and flipped me on my back.
He quickly stuffed two thick stacks of cash into my coat before pressing his palms on both sides of mine and hovering above me. His face was now just an inch apart from mine.
His eyes once again lingered on my lips with longing, but not once did his lips touch mine. In fact, they never touched any part of my skin.
For him, I was no longer worthy enough.
"Tell me, Cynthia," he murmured, his lips hovering so close I could feel his breath. "Tell me he wasn't as good as me. Hmm?"
I swallowed hard, blinking up at him, but kept my mouth shut.
"Tell me," he pressed softly as his eyes moved over my face, "that he could never make you feel the way I could."
I let out a shaky breath that mingled with his.
His own body was trembling with need, with constrained desires.
His eyes moved down my body as if memorizing every single inch of me while I lay still on the bed.
"Let's remind you what you lost all these years," he mumbled seductively in my ear before moving his hand down to his boxers.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
My throat tightened.
He was patiently waiting for my response, which he was sure would be positive. My fingers curled into the sheets as my eyes shifted to the ceiling. My heart was hammering in my chest so loudly that I was sure he could hear it.
Finally, I parted my lips and said firmly,
"NO."