Chapter 78 - SEVENTY EIGHT

Chapter 78: Chapter SEVENTY EIGHT

ANGEL

Her pen completely stopped moving and I smiled gleefully.

I thought she was so interested. She didn’t want to hear anymore? Too bad I had a whole lot to make this as uncomfortable for her as it was for me.

"Sometimes he’d make me crawl to him," I said, my voice still sweet, "Across the bedroom floor. Naked. On my hands and knees. And when I reached him, I’d unzip his pants with my teeth and take his cock in my mouth and thank him for letting me suck it. I’d say thank you, Daddy with his cum dripping down my chin and he’d pet my hair and call me his good girl."

Dr. Moreau’s shoulders stiffened, she was uncomfortable even though she tried to hide it. Her pen sat frozen against the notepad. She didn’t write a single word.

"Do you want me to describe how he tasted?" I traced my tongue along my lower lip. Slowly. Let her watch me do it. "Salty. Warm. I’d swallow everything and lick him clean after because he couldn’t stand to waste him. He said my mouth was made for his cock." I shrugged.

I braced for the disgust and judgment I’d been hunting for so I’d have a reason to tell Daddy I didn’t want the therapist anymore because she’d been disrespectful towards me.

It didn’t come. What came instead was worse.

Pity.

Her eyes went gentler than before. She was studying me too closely, I could practically hear the diagnosis assembling behind her forehead: trauma bonding, Stockholm syndrome, poor broken girl too damaged to see the truth.

The pity burned through me like acid. That was the last thing I wanted from this woman who wanted to fuck my father.

I didn’t need her goddamn pity. I needed her scared. Horrified. Running to Daddy to tell him she couldn’t treat me, she was sorry, his daughter was beyond her expertise.

Fine. She wanted to play professional? I’d burn the profession down around her ears.

"Can I tell you something about my father?" I dropped my voice low. Intimate. Girlfriend-to-girlfriend. Like we were sharing secrets over cocktails.

"Of course. This is a safe space" Her pen came up again

Sweetheart, you have no idea.

"A few days ago, Vincenzo pinned me on the couch." I paused, letting my words tick. "He was on top of me. Between my legs. And he was hard." I held her gaze as I added. "Like, really hard. His cock was pressed right against my pussy through our clothes and I could feel every inch of him."

Her pen hit the floor, she picked it up. In her eyes, I could see what I was looking for. The horror.

The air grew awkward, well not for me, I was basking in it.

So I’d been right? She wanted Vincenzo? Just thinking about it made me want to snarl at her, maybe scratch off her face with my pretty pink nails. Maybe my words could do exactly just that— it would be my blade just fine.

"After that I stripped naked in front of him. Everything off. And then I touched myself." I let my smile go completely wicked. "Do you want to know what happened next?" I asked and didn’t wait for her response.

"I fucked my own pussy while he watched. I came screaming Daddy and he didn’t look away once. He watched the whole thing, Dr. Moreau. From start to finish."

Her throat worked, a hard, visible swallow. Her face was completely flushed red now, I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. I’ll take the former, because why would she be humiliated on my behalf?

"I think about him at night now." I continued. " I think about his hands. You’ve seen them, right? Big. Beautiful. Long fingers." My eyes went half-closed. "I wonder what they’d feel like inside me. If he’d go slow or just shove them in. I wonder if he’s bigger than Damien..."

I let those words dangle, allowing her mind to complete the picture.

"Angel," Dr. Moreau finally interrupted, "these are very important feelings and I’m glad you feel—"

"Do you think it’s normal?" I cut in again with wide-eyed innocence. "To want your father to fuck you? Because I do. I want it so badly some nights I can’t sleep. I lie there soaking wet, aching, thinking about him." I leaned in. "Do you think he wants it too? Do you think he thinks about his little girl?"

Dr. Moreau recrossed her legs. Quick. Her lips were in a thin flat line now and I grinned absolutely enjoying her looking riled up.

"Are you wet right now?" I asked in a mocking sweet tone, "I hope not, it will be really weird that you are picturing Vincenzo between my thighs."

"Angel!" There was steel in her voice now. Her eyes narrowing at me like pure daggers. "Let’s keep the conversation focused on you."

I didn’t even blink at her obvious indignation.

"I can tell you like him." I settled back, crossing my legs just like she did. I held her gaze challengingly.

"Have you fucked him before, Doctor? Is he great at it?" My smile sharpened.

"I think we have to end here, our time is up for today," She spoke in a very tight tone.

I stood and smoothened my clothes, giving her my sweetest smile. "I can’t wait for our next session,"

I walked out of her office and into the waiting room where Vincenzo sat scrolling his phone. He looked up when I appeared.

"How was it?" He asked, standing up.

"Great." I linked my arm through his and pressed into his side. "I really like her. She’s easy to talk to." I smiled cheerfully.

He searched my face looking surprised, probably because it had taken lot of convincing to get me here.

"Good, I’m glad." He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering... or it might be my imagination.

I didn’t look back at the Doctor’s door.

She’d quit within the week.

And if she didn’t, today was just the appetizer.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ I had plenty more where that came from.