Chapter 10

Everett took Mandy’s arm in his and gently turned her from the grisly scene. “This way, my sweet,” he said lovingly as he guided her up the stairs and out of the basement. Once in the kitchen, he twirled her to face him and planted a gentle kiss upon her lips.

She tasted a hint of iron from the blood, but the way he parted her lips with his tongue and played with hers removed any disgust that may have been present. Instead, she gave herself into that kiss, completely under his spell.

“I’d like to hear you call me ‘Daddy’ again. I like it.” He spoke near her ear, just above a whisper.

The feel of his hot breath on her neck quickened her breathing. It feels right, too. A playful grin curled at the corners of her lips. “Anything you want, Daddy.” She matched her volume to his and leaned closer into him, taking in his musky scent, mixed with the metallic hint of blood. It was intoxicating.

She wanted more of him; she wanted to give all of herself to him, and as he led her to the washroom, she leaned closer. Once inside, she turned to face him and began to slowly remove his attire, tossing the blood-sullied clothing to the side with her own. When he turned on the hot water, she stole a moment to hold him from behind and caress his back with her lips.

Everett lingered, allowing Mandy to softly kiss his back. A wicked grin on his face as his ever-calculative mind went to work. He had her, the daughter of a man who dared belittle him, a man whose sister was murdered by the older brother Everett had never met. The best part of all this was how much she reminded him of his late wife before she went insane. A whisper of a thought flashed through his mind, Maybe I can have it all this time?

He urged her into the shower with a hand at the small of her back, and then proceeded to wash her thoroughly with just a bar of soap and his hands. She felt like a little girl again, being washed by her mother, and he was remarkably focused, paying no attention to her breasts or pussy until he’d cleaned the rest of her body. Then, his touch on her erogenous zones made her tremble with delight.

When he was happy that she was thoroughly clean, he rinsed her off with the shower head, and then it was her turn. She adored running her hands over the hard planes of his muscles. It was very difficult to work around his erect penis, constantly in her face, as it were, but she followed his lead by leaving that until last. Before that, though, she cleaned his bottom. Remembering how much he’d liked being touched back there, she paid special attention to his anus, running her fingertips over each little crevice. When she turned him around, his penis was stunningly hard with a dew drop of precum dangling from his slit, which she kissed away, wanting nothing more than to feel it inside her. She rinsed him, as he’d done to her, and then remembered his words to her: I will possess you in all of your holes. Even though the idea scared her, she had a sudden and overwhelming desire to let him take her anal virginity.

His forehead creased in confusion as she picked up the soap again and rubbed it in her hands until she had worked up a thick, creamy lather, before smearing it all over his hot, pulsating penis. Handing him the soap, she started to turn around, but he caught her arm. “This may hurt,” he warned her, slightly amused by her eagerness.

“I trust you, Daddy,” she said, leaning against the mirrored shower wall and presenting her bottom to him, like the precious gift that it was.

She moaned as he rubbed his soapy fingers over her quivering little rosebud, pushing her ass back as it pressed into the center. Although she’d always liked the sensation of being tickled back there, nothing before had ever penetrated her most private place. As his finger sank to the second knuckle, it felt very, very tight, a little strange, but far from unpleasant.