Chapter 112: [112] Daddy’s Dominance

Lara could see that Daniel was completely serious.

She could have spoken up for Anna, but she chose not to. Turning her head, she watched her best friend fidgeting nervously on the soft chair, soft thighs rubbing together under the table. Anna needed to face this herself. Lara had already advised her more than once to talk to her family or even the police about Fan, but Anna had always refused. Lara wanted her to grow. Anna was too shy, too afraid of depending on anyone… even the people who loved her most.

“Daddy… it’s not like that,” Anna finally spoke. Her voice started loud, then shrank until it was almost as small as a mosquito. “You’re not useless. It’s me… I’m the one who’s useless. I just didn’t want to trouble… my family.”

Daniel’s cold eyes stayed fixed on her.

“And why do you think a family exists,” he asked quietly, “if you don’t want to trouble the very people who swore to stand beside you no matter what? Tell me, Anna. Did you think my promise to take care of all of you was useless? You basically proved that the promise I made to your mother was nothing but an empty hoax. None of you ever truly believed in me.”

His voice dropped even lower, heavy with quiet pain.

“It seems I’m just a stranger in my own house.”

“Daddy—!! Please don’t speak like that!!” Anna’s voice cracked as she almost shouted.

“I’m sorry! I’m really, really sorry!”

Tears finally spilled from her soft, lotus-like eyes. Clear droplets slid down her flushed cheeks, fell onto the upper curve of her young, heavy breasts, and glided slowly into the deep neckline of the Midnight Bloom dress, disappearing between the soft, warm cleavage. Daniel felt his heart squeeze painfully at the sight…

“I just didn’t want to trouble you,” she sobbed. “You took in a burden like us and our mother when you didn’t need to. You took care of all of us, paid for everything, made sure we never lacked anything in life… I just… I didn’t want to trouble you even more. I don’t want you to feel burdened… and I don’t want you to ever regret marrying my mother!!”

Daniel stared at her for a long moment, then let out a quiet sigh.

So his suspicion had been correct.

She felt like a burden because of how kind he had been. She believed that if she brought him even one more problem after everything he already did for them, he would start regretting the day he married her mother and took responsibility for her five young daughters.

He leaned back in his chair, pinched a silver spoon between his fingers, and lightly clacked it against the plate.

“So you never truly accepted me as your father,” he said, voice heavy. “You never trusted me enough to share your problems. I failed to make you believe in me… didn’t I?”

“No!! Daddy!!”

Anna shot up from her chair so fast the legs scraped loudly against the floor. Her heavy young tits bounced hard inside the tight dress with the sudden movement.

Daniel didn’t even look at her. He simply gazed down at his plate, nodding slowly to himself while a sad, broken smile appeared on his lips.

Lara and Kira exchanged confused glances. Why did this conversation feel so strange? Why did it sound like Daniel wasn’t her blood father?

Daniel pushed his chair back and stood. The thick outline of his cock was clearly visible against his pants for a brief second before he turned away.

“I’m going to the washroom.”

He walked away without another word.

“Daddy, I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! I trust you!!” Anna screamed after him, tears still pouring down her cheeks and dripping onto her soft tits. Her whole body trembled, but Daniel’s lonely, broad back never stopped moving.

The three girls could only watch that solitary figure disappear between the dark tables. He looked like a father who had just lost his entire world. The sight hurt their chests… and made their empty cunts clench with complicated emotion.

Anna collapsed back into her chair, covered her face with both hands, and started crying in earnest. Soft sobs shook her heavy breasts.

Marcella had watched the entire drama from the side. A complicated feeling stirred in her chest, along with a slow heat between her thighs. She could see that the little blonde truly cared about Daniel, while Daniel was deliberately turning the situation into a much bigger issue. She decided it was her responsibility to smack some sense into that horny bastard.

“Young Misses, I need to check on the kitchen. I’ll leave you in my assistant’s care. If you need anything, please ask her.”

With a small gesture of her eyes she summoned a short-skirted maid to stand nearby, then turned and walked out after Daniel, her heavy ass swaying under the tight maid skirt.

None of the girls doubted her. Lara simply nodded. Then she and Kira stood up, moved behind Anna, and began gently stroking her trembling back. Their eyes met over Anna’s bowed head, silently asking if the other knew anything about this strange conversation. Both shook their heads. The only way to understand was to ask Anna herself.

Lara leaned close to her ear, still rubbing her back in slow circles. The warm scent of Anna’s soft skin and tears filled her nose.

“Anna… can you tell us what happened?

Why did he say that you never accepted him?”

That question had been bothering her the most. If Daniel was her blood father, why would there be any need to “accept” him?

Anna cried for another full minute before her sobs finally quieted enough for words.

“He… he is my… step-father…”

Lara and Kira’s eyes flew wide open at the same instant.

Step-father?

Anna continued between soft hiccups, starting from the tragedy that had struck her mother years ago, and how Daniel had appeared in their lives like an angel sent from heaven…

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Daniel was just about to push open the door to the men’s washroom when a soft but firm hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him sideways.

He stumbled into the familiar female washroom.

The door thuded shut behind him.

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Marcella stood in front of him, arms folded beneath her massive chest, silver glasses glinting under the bright lights. The tight blue-and-white maid uniform hugged every heavy, sinful curve of her mature body. Her fat tits rose and fell with agitated breaths. She glared at him with clear disapproval… while her thighs pressed tightly together.

“You know, a girl expects to be treated like a princess on a date,” she began, voice low and sharp, “but what you just did… was—”

“Wrong? A sin?” Daniel cut her off, his voice cold and flat.

Marcella’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t care what you think,” Daniel continued. “She needs to understand that hiding things is not maturity. It’s not ‘not wanting to trouble the family.’ It’s childish and irresponsible.”

His tone was so icy that Marcella actually flinched. A visible shiver ran through her heavy tits.

Daniel took a step forward.

She took a step back. Her fat ass shifted under the tight fabric.

“Do you even know the whole story?” he asked.

She nervously shook her head. Her soft thighs rubbed together.

“Then don’t stick your dripping cunt into a situation where a dick and pussy are already fucking.”

So filthy!! Marcella thought, continuing to back away as Daniel kept advancing. Fresh heat flooded her used pussy.

“A bastard is creeping on my daughter, and she is forced to tolerate his insolence. Why? Just because she was afraid to tell me?”

THUD—

Marcella’s heart slammed against her ribs. His cold voice seemed to vibrate straight down into her empty cunt, making the soft walls spasm and grow wet.

“What would have happened if that creep actually did something to her one day?”

“I can still manage the situation right now… but if something irreversible happens in the future, can I reverse the past?”

Each word came out colder than the last.

THUD—

Marcella’s back finally hit the cold tiled wall. She gulped hard. Her lips parted and a small, shaky voice escaped.

“But… what if the matter would just resolve on its own?”

Daniel took one final step forward. Her fat ass molded plane against the cold wall.

His hard body pressed firmly against her massive, soft tits, completely molding the heavy, warm flesh into the shape of his chest. He could feel her stiff nipples digging into him through the uniform. He leaned in until their faces were only inches apart. Her hot, nervous breaths washed over his lips.

“Do you think this world is a fairy tale?” he muttered, staring straight into her eyes.

“That everything will just solve itself?”

His right hand shot up and clamped tightly around her slender, swan-like neck. Marcella’s eyes flew wide. Her lips quivered.

A filthy, choked sound escaped her throat as her cunt clenched hard around nothing.

UCGKK~

“No,” Daniel continued, voice low and breathy. “This world is a disgusting place that runs on filthy principles. I can’t leave her alone in a world like that. I am her daddy. She is my little daughter. I am responsible for her… but the one I’m responsible for couldn’t even bring herself to trust me.”

His other hand rose and cracked sharply across her soft cheek.

SLAP—!

The sudden, stinging slap forced her face to the side. Her body trembled violently. A strange, addictive mixture of fear and raw heat exploded inside her. Her mouth watered. The burning feeling on her cheek made her used cunt twitch and drip. Fresh juice soaked into her panties.

Daniel’s palm slid down from her neck and roughly groped a heavy handful of her soft, fat tit, squeezing the thick flesh so hard it overflowed between his fingers. A filthy, involuntary moan escaped Marcella’s throat as the hard, thick strain of his cock ground firmly against her plump pelvis through their clothes, rubbing right against her mound.

Her silver glasses sat slightly crooked on her nose. Her heavy chest heaved. Her empty, last night fucked cunt throbbed and leaked in the bright lights of the women’s washroom, completely at the mercy of the man who had already ruined her once.