My father still didn't come for me. He still ignored me, ignored my hints. He knew I wanted him; he knew I was doing this for attention. He paraded Angel in often, snickering when she did some chores before going up to his room. He was teasing me, the whole time knowing how my body begged for his.

My package showed up, the one I was dying for. I took it up to my room, opening it in a flurry. I dumped everything out, eyeing my new arsenal. I picked up the large purple vibrator, feeling its weight in my hand. I took each individual item out, holding each and every one, imagining what I would do with them. I bought three anal vibrators, each a bigger size, lube, more vibrators, and a strap-on.

I had invited Angel over, telling her that we should become friends if she was to be in my dad's life. I kissed up to her the last week, making sure that she would arrive today. My father viewed our exchange, his eyes boring into me, but not knowing what I had planned.

She came over right on time, sitting down next to me. I smiled, hiding my sinister feelings away. "I got this new lotion. It's supposed to help people relax," I started telling her. "I looked up classes to become a masseuse and would like to see if I can. Will you let me try it on you, please?" I begged.

"Sure." Her voice was chippy and eager.

"Let's go up to my room. That way you can be comfortable. Unless you wouldn't mind getting undressed down here." She hesitated for a fraction of a second before agreeing. I took her hand in mine, bouncing up the stairs as we went.

Once in the room, I went about lighting candles and some incense, making the room smell good and relaxing. "I was going to order a table, but didn't want to jump the gun," I said, feigning ignorance.

"This is fine, Belle. I can lie on the bed."

"Only if you are sure." She undressed and lay down on the bed. "I'm glad you aren't shy because I think it would have made this harder." I chuckled, putting her at ease.

"I'm glad you found something of use, Belle. Your father and I were wondering about you. Picking a career is hard, and we want to help you." I gazed my eyes upon her back, her head off to the other side. I reined in my anger at her, thinking she was going to help dictate my life.

"That's so thoughtful of you." I hid my disgust and brought myself and things to the bed. "Is it okay if I straddle you to get closer to your back?"

"That's fine," she murmured. "Do what you need to do." I could feel her smile, her body relaxing under me. I took my phone, opening my music up and playing my slow playlist. The sounds filled the room, slow and seductive, radiating around us. I grabbed the only bottle I brought over, the one that would turn her body into an inferno of heat and pleasure. I poured some into my hands, taking a smell of the jasmine scent.

I started at her shoulders, really working her muscles into mush. The heat was intense, a powerful fire I felt in my cunt. I deeply massaged her, listening to the little moans breaking through her. I took my time, making sure the heat worked. I made it down her back, her body hot to touch.

"Belle," she said, her voice throaty, "it's a bit hot."

"Let me get you a drink." I moved off her, grabbing the ice-cold water I had stored close by. I removed the cap, handing it to her, making sure a bit spilled along her chest. "Don't worry about that. I will clean it up later." She didn't answer, her mouth draining the bottle. She lay back on her back, her eyes burning with desire.

"I'm going to undress because the oil is getting my clothes wet."

She only nodded. I got unclothed, straddling her once again.

"I'm almost done, and then you can tell me what you think." I informed her, taking the oil and spilling it on her chest. She inhaled a deep breath, only letting it out when my hands massaged along her collarbone. Her eyes shut, her hands clenched my black silk sheets.

I could smell her, her essence leaking out of her with want and longing. It wouldn't be too much longer before Angel begged me for anything. My hands kept up the ministrations, up and down her arms. She relaxed even more, her body almost limp. She felt hot, her skin rapidly taking on a pink hue. Her breathing was short, her tongue skimming along her dry lips.

I moved to below her chest, my hands barely grazing them. I gripped her tighter, working down to her hips. Settling between her legs, I brought my hands to her feet, my thumbs pushing into her. She moaned, her head swiping back and forth. She was close, close to coming undone.

I worked both feet, then up her left leg. I watched her body, her face, and her eyes, figuring out when to strike. On her left leg, I got closer to her junction, gauging her reaction. Her mouth was open, her tongue sitting in the corner, waiting. I pushed my fingers into the apex of her thighs and pelvis, and Angel hissed from the feeling.

I stayed there, my hands bringing a hiss to her mouth. I smiled, rubbing and waiting, waiting and rubbing. "Please."

The word was so quiet I almost missed it.

"What do you want?" I asked her, my hands stilling, holding until she spoke the words.

"Please, Belle. Please." Still not what I wanted. I took my thumbs closer to her wet cunt.

"Tell me, Angel. Tell me and I will do whatever," I smugly replied.

"Please," she begged again. I trailed my fingers along her folds, widening them open to my gaze. "Yes."

"What do you want me to do?" My breath was hot against her heat, her body squirming.

"Make me cum," finally ran out of her mouth. I attacked her pussy, my mouth and tongue an onslaught of pleasure, driving Angel wild. "Yes, oh fuck yes." I ate her pussy with vigor, holding her stomach down as her body thrashed upon the bed. My tongue was deep in her pussy, my fingers pinching her clit hard. She came violently, her fingers clenched in the sheets, her juices running down my chin.

She tasted of sweet honey nectar, the majority of which I swallowed. I didn't stop, making her orgasm take on another one. She was spasming primitively, her wails an intoxicating sound. I allowed her to come down from her high, watching her eyes flutter open. I smiled at her before grabbing the strap-on.

I watched her watch me strapping the contraption along my body. I took her right leg and pushed her knee up to her head as I entered her wet heat.

"Fuck, Belle." Her words made me go deeper. She was drenched, her pussy absolutely sucking me in.

"You like that?" I asked, my eyes on hers as I pulled out. "Answer me, now." My demand was loud and clear.

"Yes, please."

I pushed back into her hard and unyielding. "Keep your eyes open, slut. I want you to know who is taking you." I got rough, not only with my tone but also with my thrusts. I pushed her other leg up, both knees surrounding her head. I pushed myself up, my pelvis lined with hers as I penetrated her gruelingly. My body pounded into hers, her cries bountiful.

Her orgasm slammed into her, her juices spurting out onto me. I hit her clit, my body frozen on hers, smacking it more and more as her juices ran crazy. It was the hottest thing I ever saw. I made her red, her clit thick and raw as my hand left marks.

"I want you on your hands and knees, slut," I spoke out as I removed myself from her. I helped her up, helping her body get into position. I ran my fingers through her folds, wetting them before plunging into her ass.

"Oh, fuck, Belle." Her sob was loud.

I added in another, scissoring them, parting her asshole. I moved my face closer, my mouth mere inches away, and spit into her opening. I was fascinated, my eyes glued to her tight virgin hole. I added more spit, my saliva making it wetter. I lined the phallus at her core, pushing into her slowly as I watched my fingers banging her asshole.

I looked up, sensing his presence at my door. He was standing there, his tie loose around his collar, his fingers unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled my fingers out of her ass, placing my hand on her back, steadfastly holding her down as I leisurely fucked her.

"Are you going to fuck everyone to get my attention, Belle?" he asked, his eyes raking over the public display in front of him.

"Once you give me what I want, I will stop. Fuck me, and fuck me thoroughly, and I just might stop fucking the household." I laughed, holding his girl tightly so she'd stop moving.

"James, I'm sorry," Angel cried to him. Her face was buried in the bed, her words crying out.

"Take it, Angel. It is what you wanted," he said, sitting on the bed, rubbing her hair. I picked up my pace, my thrusts harsh and hurried.

"She's a slut. Look how well she takes me fucking her. My fingers were in her ass, working her hole, making her moan," I teased him. He smiled at me, making me mad enough that I abused the pussy connected to his girl.

"Tell him who's fucking you, Angel. Tell him how I called you a slut and you climaxed so fucking hard."

"Belle," she breathed, not answering me but begging me.

"That's a good girl." I knew she didn't give me what I wanted, but it was all the same.

He bent lower, his mouth close to her ear, and spoke up, "If you like it, don't be ashamed, Angel."

"She fucking loves it," I sneered. My anger became unstoppable, my thrusts harder and deeper as I took her up again.

"Oh, fuck. James, oh." She came again, her juices now a mess on my sheets. His eyes didn't go to her, his hands didn't caress her; his whole body was tuned to me. I came, my orgasm hot and heavy, my eyes watching him.

"Does it turn you on? Does it make you want to fuck your little girl?" I didn't expect an answer, but I craved one. He stood up, his shirt exposing his sexy body, and he turned on his heel and left.

I pushed Angel away, making my way to my shower. I let the water hit me, the spray hard. The water was hot, mixing with my cries. I stayed in there until the water ran cold. Once I went back to my room, the candles were out, the incense was burnt out, and the bed was cold.