His Nasty Little Pussy

DADDY’S BODYGUARD GETS REVENGE

I smirk. I pinch my lips, trying to keep from forming a wide-ass grin. I just can’t help myself. It’s too funny, if not incredibly messed up. It is messed up. Anyone would say it is. But I don’t care. I don’t give a single shit: I had to be here to see this because it’s exactly what he deserves for turning me down.

My stepfather’s bodyguard stands tensely in front of my stepfather’s desk, his eyes forward, not making eye contact with me or Daddy. His hands are folded behind his back, just like the military man he is, waiting to be dismissed in the most humiliating way possible.

Daddy chews on his cigar, smoking heavily as he studies his favorite soldier, the man who guarded him from the first moment Daddy had any sort of money. He’s the first man Daddy let protect him from the savage world.

So it’s funny how deeply he’s lost in thought as he ponders terminatingContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Nick’s contract.

All because of me.

I clear my throat. “Come on, Daddy,” I say. “You know you need to do it.”

I glance at Nick, watching his eyes, trying to find any sense of disappointment or sadness. But like a good soldier, he shows me nothing.

He doesn’t want me to know how much I’ve hurt him.

I bite my lip again, suppressing a laugh. God, I’m sick, but I’ve never denied that part about me before, and I’m sure as hell not going to now. Nick rebuffed my advances. You see, I don’t hate Nick. What I hate is how much my stepfather likes him. I hate how much they get along, and how close they are. Nick is just a worker; Daddy’s a baron of industry. To see him so chummy with someone so low-wage just… ugh. It’s beneath him, is all.

So I tried to convince Nick to sleep with me. It wasn’t hard to try. As much as Nick is below my station, he’s a hot piece of ass. His skin is mahogany, his head so finely shaved you can see your reflection. He’s gotta be six foot five and built like a man who’s never taken a day off in his life. If my purpose wasn’t to screw around, Nick wouldn’t be a good fuck buddy to have on the side.

I wanted to fuck with their relationship, to show Daddy Nick couldn’t be trusted, to show him just how low-class the stupid guy is. Again, it’s not like I hated him. I just wanted Daddy to feel ashamed, because I can’t stand how controlling Daddy is.

It’s, like, my stepfather spends so much time running my life, telling me how I should be dressed, where I should go to school, what type of job I should have after college, I just like introducing some chaos into his equations. I kind of want his attention, but differently-no, no, I’m just tired of him obsessing over me.

I’m not going to act out like some idiot child. No, what I’m going to do is play a game of mental warfare.

Does he want to control my body? Then I’m going to give it away, just for the fun of it, and I’m going to make it sting when he finds out who took it from him. I’m his stepdaughter, not his wife, and not his slave.

He wants to fuck with my life, then I’ll fuck with his.

I sigh, staring at my finely filed nails. “Daddy, this is taking forever.

Nick touched me, I’m telling you. He’s a pervert.”

Maybe my accusation’s a little petty. When Nick rebuffed me, it kind of bothered me. How the hell could he turn me away? No matter how I tried to seduce him, the man barely showed me an ounce of interest. He just kept to his business, his mouth and his pants sealed.

So if he wasn’t going to act on manly urges, then I’ll just have to make them up. Sucks for Nick, but Daddy needs to learn a lesson, even if his bodyguard won’t play along.

“Babygirl,” Daddy says, taking a puff of his cigar, “I heard you. I heard you when you went shouting it all through the house.”

“Then what’s the hold-up?”

“This isn’t easy for me. Nick-”

“Daddy, I don’t care. The man molested your stepdaughter.” “Did he now?” Daddy says.

“Are you going to believe him over your stepdaughter?”

“Believe him?” Daddy scoffs. “Nick hasn’t said anything yet.” I glance at Nick, who doesn’t move. He makes no effort to defend himself, only letting my stepfather speak for the both of them. It feels all too easy when the man you accuse won’t speak out of turn. No passion for innocence could only mean he’s burdened by guilt.

“And the way you’re dressed,” Daddy says, “what the hell is wrong with you girl? Men are walking this house.”

I turn my head if only to hide my smile.

“Daddy, it doesn’t matter how I dress. I should be protected at all times.”

“I’m not saying anything of the matter. You can dress how you see fit, but it’s bizarre you’d come to my office accusing a man of touching you”- he gestures to me-“while dressed like that.”

I’m dressed in a sheer white negligee and panties, my huge breasts

popping out of the top of my cups. What can I say? I wanted Nick to feel the sting of what he turned down as he turned away from the house. If he just played ball, he could have had this, and he wouldn’t be looking down the barrel of the gun.

“What is your game?” he asks, his brow furrowing.

“Game?!” I ask, mocking surprise. Daddy’s always been suspicious of me. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve manipulated him. “For you to ask that? It’s insulting!”

He breathes deep through his nose. “I’m sorry, Babygirl,” he says, putting down his cigar, “I don’t mean to doubt you. I just want to hear your side of the story.”

“Like I said, Daddy, Nick came into my room late last night,” I say, clearing my throat, coming up with my story at the moment. “He ran his leg up my thigh, and he even”-I lower my voice to an innocent whisper

-“touched my vagina.”

Daddy’s eyes go stern, turning toward Nick. “Is this true?”

Nick says matter-of-factly, “No, sir.”

I scoff. “He’s lying. He can barely even talk through all the fear he’s

holding back. He’s so scared of getting into trouble, Daddy. Just look at him.”

“Focus. What else happened, girl?”

“Well,” I swallow, pushing the envelope, “I don’t quite remember. It was so dark, and I was so tired…”

“What?” Daddy asks.

I can’t help myself. I feel like Daddy needs a story to make it all final.

Something so messed up that he’d have no choice but to fire Nick. “I saw

Nick pulls his penis out and starts stroking himself…”

Nick doesn’t flinch, once more. He’s stoic, to the point where I’m not even sure he’s listening. It’s so strange. The man’s job is on the line, and he’s not even sweating it. What the hell is going on?

“… well, eventually, I think he finished, because I could feel warm goo land on my legs. I think Nick came on me while I was sleeping. He’s so gross!”