I was a rebellious teenager, fighting against anything I didn't care about. I hated school, deeming it too unionized and too strict. I fought often, my fighting helping wear off the anger and the passion in me. I had no real outlet in life, and fighting made me feel as though I was in charge. Nothing in my life went as I liked, but fighting was something I could control. The outlet to make me feel something, anything.

I was expelled from three different high schools before I got my GED at 17. It was court ordered, so I complied. I didn't want to see a jail cell in my future, so when the judge ordered me to take the test, I did. Therapy was a different matter altogether. I saw a few, but rallied against everything they said, every suggestion, and anything they wanted from me.

My last one thought she could get inside my head, and that hadn't ended well. I tried to tell the judge, but he gave me two options. One would be jail, not kiddie jail, but the bigger one. Second was to live with my father. Neither was an option, but I took the second, even though I hated my father.

He abandoned us when I hit fourteen, leaving my mother to do everything parents were supposed to do. She had no clue what to do with me, and by the time I hit eighteen, she was done with me. The judge still declared me a minor, so what he wanted, I did. I packed my bags and took the flight across the country to live with him. I had four months to straighten my act, or I would be locked up.

I stewed the whole flight, mad at the judge, mad at my dad, and mad at the whole world. I was pissed that they were treating me like a child instead of the adult that I was. I knew deep down I made it harder, but I wouldn't let myself think that.

At the airport, a man, a virtual stranger, was waiting for me. He held up a sign, one with my name on it, and I realized my own father couldn't pick me up. Too busy shacking up with younger women to worry about his daughter. Nothing was going to change, and I knew it.

We rode in silence, not that I thought he would speak to me. The drive was long, boring even. When I googled how far we had to drive, my anger returned. I wanted to go back home, to take the first option the judge had given me. It really didn't make sense, but my anger was hard to control.

We reached his house, not mine—it would never be my home—and the driver let me out. I left my bags, a way to say "fuck everyone." I hadn't bothered with knocking and just walked in.

His house was huge, the foyer opening into a large living area. There were floor-to-ceiling windows looking out on the water. A huge picture hung above the mantel, a beautiful faceless couple in the throes of sex. It was a work of art, a piece you couldn't help looking at. More beautiful art decorated the walls where there weren't windows, all depicting the same passion as the bigger one.

I heard voices in another room, captivating me forward. I followed the sounds, stopping at a closed door. The voices were raised, the two people arguing. Intrigued, I entered without a knock, coming into a smaller room.

"We knock around here," his gruff voice spoke. I looked over, seeing my father for the first time in years. He stood tall, his blonde hair escaping over his eye. His blue eyes were still transfixing after all this time. His body was shrouded in black slacks, hugging his muscles, his purple shirt unbuttoned to his torso, showing the chest hairs I still remembered. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his forearms flexing with annoyance.

My mouth watered, and a sheen of sweat dotted my upper lip. Fuck, I didn't remember him looking this good. A throat cleared, instantly taking my attention away from the towering mountain man.

His new girlfriend was a stunning blonde in a black bodycon dress, wrapping her figure tightly. Her breasts, obviously fake, were barely contained as the dress hugged them restrictively. I trailed down, seeing her small waist and another man-made feature, her ass. Why a man wanted something plastic was beyond me. I didn't give her the satisfaction of acknowledgment, turning back to my father.

"Sorry. In my world, fathers don't run out on their daughters and then not pick them up at the airport." I didn't bother hiding my smugness, instead allowing it to fuel my anger. I walked to the chair directly in front of him, sat down, and crossed my legs.

He ignored me, his attention on the plastic behind me. "Angel, I will call you later." It was his way of dismissing his female, his voice soft and caring. She left, my eyes not watching as I pierced him with the same intensity as he did me. He sat, sighing, before talking to me.

"That was rude."

"So were you." I mocked his gaze.

"Belle, please don't make this harder than what it is." I watched his eyes as they traveled down my body. He was looking at his daughter, the one he abandoned. "You look well. You have grown up to be a beautiful young lady."

I laughed. "No help from you."

"I paid more than enough to have helped raise you." He was angry, his voice notching higher.

"Money doesn't make you a father. Anyways, we are both stuck with this arrangement, so we might as well deal with it."

"Yes, you are right. I had a room made up for you. There isn't much: a bed and dressers, a desk, and things. You can make a list of what you want, bedsheets and towels, and colors you want, and Wanda will get them. She should be leaving within the hour," he said, checking his watch.

"In a hurry, Father." My tone was mocking him.

"I have a few meetings scheduled that I couldn't put off. That's the reason why I couldn't pick you up. In case you wanted to know." I smiled, lifting myself up.

"Can I add some clothes to the list?"

"How about I call my designer, and she can come over and do all that?"

I agreed, wanting to actually pick out things for myself.

"I will have some business dinners here from time to time. If you would, please get a few gowns to accompany me."

I let myself out, taking the stairs and finding my room open. It was big, bigger than the apartment I shared with my mom. I had my own bathroom here also. I wanted to hate it, to rail against him, but I couldn't. I ventured into the room, checking out the bathroom and then my bare walk-in closet. It was so big, I wouldn't have to leave my room for anything.

Wanda came in, taking a seat at my desk. She had an iPad, poised and ready to take down my list. I gave her purple and black as my colors, my mind picturing my father in his clothes. As we were discussing things, the doorbell rang, and sounds came up the steps. Wanda excused herself as another beautiful woman entered my domain.

She was older, maybe in her thirties, with caramel skin. Her smile was big; her green eyes twinkled under the light. She was a bit taller than me, close to 5 feet 7. Her body was wrapped in a bohemian dress, her dark hair in braids down her back. I checked her out, her smaller breasts, her tiny waist, and her ass. I licked my lips as my eyes traveled back to hers.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a little giggle.

"You are beautiful." It wasn't a lie, but she blushed a bit.

"Let's get you measured."

I undressed, standing in my thong and demi bra. She pulled out a tape measure, dictating them into her phone. Her hands glided over me; my panties were a slobbering mess. Once she finished, we talked about colors and designs, with her giving me input into other styles.

"Destiny," I called out to her, close by her to get her attention on me. She turned, a slow dance heating me up. My hands came to her face, my mouth slowly descending down to hers. She was hesitant at first, then her tongue licked my lips, opening them to allow her to enter. She wrapped her arms around me, the two of us doing a slow walk towards the uncovered bed.

I fell on top of her, our mouths still joined. My hands roamed her body, pushing her flowing dress up to her hips. I clenched them in my fist, holding tightly as my mouth kissed her collarbone. Her green eyes were lit, a fire behind them with an intense burning. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. My lips trailed lower, my tongue wetting her chest as her mouth cooed.

I bit her nipple through the top, sucking it hard into my mouth. I lavished the same intense sensations onto the other one, Destiny's cries fueling my hunger. I trailed lower, biting her through her clothes as I reached her apex. She was soaking through her panties, her smell penetrating my senses. I pushed her dress up further, bunching it around her neck as my teeth and tongue played a seductive game on her stomach.

I teased, going back down to her core, then back up to her stomach. I waited for her to beg me, to practically come undone from want. She removed her dress, leaving her in only a pair of see-through undies. Her smell assaulted me, enticing me to go lower.

Her hands found my head, pushing me to go where she wanted. I laughed, my control right now heavier than her want. My fingers played along her folds over her underwear, her moisture seeping through. I ran my fingers around my lips before sucking them into me. She groaned, her green eyes still burning. I rubbed her cunt again, this time taking my fingers to her mouth.

She sucked hungrily, her mouth clamped hard on my fingers. I moaned, the fire within her pushing into me. Pulling them out with a pop, I ripped her panties off, my mouth clamping down on her tight bud.

"Fuck," she dragged out. I hummed, letting the vibrations shake her core. Snatching her leg over my shoulder, my eyes on hers, I wildly bit her before my tongue plunged into her sweet nectar. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, the only other sound coming from the bed hitting the wall. I fucked her hole with my tongue, hard and relentlessly.

I dipped in three fingers, not giving her time to adjust to the feeling, my tongue running circles along her clit. Her hands held my head, her pussy working my face to no end. I was exhilarated by the way her body was responding to me. I fingered her hard, slamming my palm against her every time. Destiny was riding my face, and when I curled my fingers in her, when I let my fingertips play with her spot, she came on me hard.

Her pussy dug into me, making me feral with lust, with want. My fingertips tortured her, my mouth was brutal on her clit, and her juices spread over my mouth and chin. I didn't stop, making her take more. I rode her through her orgasm, still taking more from her.

"I can't... I can't..." her breathless words spoke. I attacked her fiercely, taking more and more, not wanting it to end. I heard the footsteps coming all the way to my open door. They stopped, and no other sound besides Destiny's cries rang. My eyes darted up, meeting the same blue as mine. I smiled, pulling my fingers slowly out, my tongue licking her with a slow intensity, cleaning all her juices.

My mouth took hers, my eyes still locked on him. He tried to seem indifferent, but the indent in his pants told me another story. He was turned on and excited watching me take a complete stranger, a female. His chest rose and fell, his breathing ragged. Our eyes didn't leave each other's as my mouth made love to Destiny's.

His mouth opened, then closed. He tried to speak again, but nothing came out. I was burning up, wanting to cry out with my own release, wanting his cock to fill me up. My eyes told him and described to him what I wanted. His tongue wet his lips, and then he departed downstairs.

I rolled over, watching Destiny get dressed and quickly leave my room. I chuckled, thinking to myself it just might be fun here.