Chapter 122: [122] Daddy Loves

“Why are we tied up?” Lara questioned, deliberately trying to break the heavy, and thick atmosphere that clung to the room like humidity.

“Yes…” Anna turned her head from left to right, sweeping her wide eyes across the unfamiliar luxurious bedroom. Soft golden light spilled across the large bed and the naked daddy spread open on it. “This room isn’t familiar either.”

“We were eating and then…” Kira started, voice still shaky and breathy.

“…we suddenly woke up here,” Anna finished, eyes widening further as the full weight of their helplessness settled in her chest.

“But how?” Lara pressed, playing her role with perfect, controlled confusion.

They fell silent for a moment, minds still foggy from the drug. Then, at the exact same instant, both Anna and Kira’s eyes lit up with sharp realization.

“That Drink—!!!”

They turned to stare at each other, mouths forming perfect shocked O’s.

“That drink was given by that maid…” Lara whispered, voice low and thoughtful.

“Means that maid was the one who did this to us?” Anna asked, voice rising with anger and fear.

“Or maybe someone else? That maid has no reason to do this to us…” Kira said, voice suspicious and trembling. Her eyes kept flickering, completely against her will, toward the thick, veined cock still standing proudly only a few feet away, the swollen head still glistening with a fresh bead of precum.

“Do you have a doubt on anyone?” Lara asked.

“I… I… Yeah…” Kira whispered slowly, cheeks already warming.

“Who…? Wait, you aren’t thinking of Fan, are you?” Anna spoke, suddenly sharper.

Kira nodded, face pale.

“Does he even have the power?” Lara started, already knowing the real culprit was spread open in from of them.

“His mother is the CEO of the company where my mother works,” Kira whispered, voice low and shaky.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

Both Anna and Lara were genuinely stunned. That was something neither of them had known.

Even so, it still felt unbelievable. How could Fan and his mother have planned something this elaborate so quickly? How would they have known their exact plans for the evening? And Lara, of course, already knew the real truth.

“But I still think it was that maid!” Anna muttered darkly. She remembered Marcella’s strange behaviour earlier, the way the older woman had hovered so close to her daddy, listening to their gossip, eyes on them all the time. And now, seeing her daddy naked, hard, and completely helpless like this, Anna was certain the maid was the culprit.

She just couldn’t wrap her head around why.

Although she was trying to act brave, only she knew the cold, heart-pounding anxiety and pure fear brewing inside her chest. She was trapped. Completely helpless. Anything could happen to her. ANYTHING.

As those panicked thoughts swirled, the door to the room suddenly pushed open with a soft creak.

A familiar silky, almost motherly voice floated in, forcing all three bound girls to whip their heads toward the entrance.

“My~ You are quite intelligent, Young Miss Anna.”

Marcella walked in, still wearing the elegant long blue-and-white maid uniform that clung tightly to every soft, heavy curve of her mature body, the massive sway of her tits, the thick jiggle of her ass, the soft roll of her stomach. She closed the door behind her with a soft click that sounded far too loud in the quiet room.

Anna’s eyes shot wide. Her entire body straightened so hard the metallic cuffs rattled violently against the wood.

“Youhhh—!” Her voice came out shrill, almost banshee-like, filled with pure fury and rising terror.

“Did you do this?!” Anna demanded, thrashing against the restraints so hard the heavy chair creaked and her soft young breasts bounced heavily under the thin, revealing dress.

Seeing Marcella instead of Fan, Kira actually exhaled a shaky sigh of relief. She had been most terrified of Fan and his mother’s revenge. Finding the maid as the culprit eased one fear… only to replace it with a new more immediate one. Still, her traitorous eyes could not leave Daniel’s thick cock pointing toward the ceiling. Every time she looked, thick guilt flooded her, so she tried to tear her gaze away only for it to snap right back to the swollen, precum-leaking head like a magnet. She kept stealing nervous side-glances at Anna, terrified her best friend would notice how long, and desperate she was staring at her daddy’s cock.

Marcella gave a small, elegant bow, the motion making her heavy breasts shift and press together inside the tight uniform. Then she raised her face and looked straight into Anna’s wide eyes. Her plump, still-slightly-swollen lips stretched into a dangerous, debauched, almost loving smile.

“Yes, my dear Young Miss. It was my honour to drug you all and tie you up like little cows waiting to be milked.”

Her voice was soft, almost sweet… and completely taunting.

“Youuu— Why— Why would you do this to us?! What did we do wrong?!” Anna shrieked. Real, ice-cold fear ran down her spine in a continuous shiver. The way the maid remained so calm and elegant after kidnapping three girls and a grown man could only mean she was a professional.

Anna’s mind raced at bullet speed, trying to figure out what the woman could possibly want from them.

“Oh no, Young Miss. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Marcella replied smoothly, almost gently. She walked up to the side of the bed with swaying hips, dragging her hungry eyes slowly from Daniel’s sleeping face all the way down his naked, muscular body. Her soft tongue slid out and licked her plump lips seductively, lingering especially long on the thick, twitching cock that stood so proudly, the swollen head still glistening with precum.

Then she continued, voice almost affectionate,

“It’s your daddy’s fault.”

“Daddy?!” Anna’s breath hitched hard. Her eyes snapped back to the erect, leaking cock she had been trying so hard not to stare at. Goosebumps rose across her flat belly and the soft undersides of her heavy young breasts. A traitorous little throb pulsed between her legs.

“Do you want… money? Is that it? That’s why you kidnapped my d-daddy?” Anna’s voice rose and cracked with desperation.

Both Lara and Kira could clearly hear the trembling in it.

“My daddy is rich. Just leave u-us and I promise you, my daddy will compensate you thoroughly!”

While Anna was speaking, Marcella casually walked around the foot of the bed, hips swaying, and came to stand directly behind the three bound girls. She stopped right behind Anna.

Marcella leaned down slowly. Her long, thick strands of dark hair fell over Anna’s smooth bare shoulders like a soft curtain, sending a cold, intimate shiver down the back of the younger girl’s neck. Marcella’s plump, red lips brushed lightly against the shell of Anna’s soft earlobe as she whispered in a hot, wet breath,

“Oh dear… craving can be for anything. And money is just one of the items in ‘anything’.”

Her hot, moist breath washed over Anna’s ear and the side of her neck, making the blonde tilt her head away with a dazed, involuntary little shudder. Then Anna felt something hot and soft sliding in from her bare shoulder. Her eyes dropped quickly, only to see Marcella’s elegant right hand snaking under the thin strap of her already-revealing dress, gliding downward into the soft, warm, deep valley between her heavy young breasts. The dress left her almost completely exposed; only a pair of tiny, straining bust cups barely covered her stiffening pink nipples. Marcella’s fingers grazed her sensitive skin inch by inch, feeling every little involuntary shudder and goosebump that raced across the girl’s hot body.

“Wh-eehat are you do-ing?!” Anna shrieked, voice breaking into a high, panicked whimper.

Marcella grinned darkly behind her ear, the smile pure filth. She darted her soft, wet tongue out and plunged it straight into the sensitive hollow of Anna’s ear, swirling and licking with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Ahh~! What are you do-ing?! Leave… leave me~ Angh~??!” Anna’s eyes flew wide open. The hot, slimy, intimate invasion sent a filthy jolt straight down her spine and deep into her empty, clenching cunt. Her bound body jerked hard against the cuffs.

Marcella rolled her tongue back into her mouth with a soft wet sound, tasting the young girl’s raw heat and fear, then whispered again while her other hand snaked in from the opposite shoulder. Now both of her mature hands were deep in the hot, soft valley of Anna’s cleavage, fingers spreading slightly to feel more warm flesh,

“Do you know what I crave, Young Miss?”

She shot another long, hot breath directly over Anna’s wet ear, forcing a dirty, unwanted shudder through the girl’s cunt and making her nipples tighten even harder against the tiny cups as she continued in a silky, thick voice,

“But before that… care to tell me why a pure little daughter would wear something so… sexy and revealing on a date with her own daddy?”

Anna, Lara, and Kira all flinched hard at the same time. Heat exploded across their faces.

Lara’s mind raced in alarm. Teasing Anna like this, touching her, licking her ear, groping her, had not been part of the plan.

Marcella’s voice turned colder, more mocking, richer with pure filth as both hands slowly began to move inside Anna’s dress.

“Even the sluttiest of roadside whores would refuse to wear this in daylight… for fear of being groped, dragged into a dark corner, and gang-banged until she couldn’t walk.”

Each word hit the three bound girls like a wet slap across their breasts. Thick heat and deep crimson crawled up their faces, necks, and chests until they were all blushing heavily. Kira’s thighs pressed together as much as the ankle cuffs allowed.

“You all wore something that only a wife would wear in the private confines of her bedroom… to seduce her husband into giving her a rough, thorough, all-night breeding.”

“This dress is meant to be draped on for only a single minute. Because a minute is all a sexy young body needs to get her man rock-hard… and then pounced on like a starving beast that tears the thin fabric apart with his hands.”

Marcella’s index fingers dragged slowly, deliberately left and right across the soft, warm, slightly sweaty skin of Anna’s heavy breasts, tracing the curves, feeling the young flesh tremble. Then, without warning, both hands cupped and groped the two massive, soft milk-orbs firmly, squeezing and lifting them so the soft flesh overflowed between her mature fingers.

“Angh~!”

Anna flinched hard, a broken little moan escaping her. Her eyes shook with pure shock and rising humiliation as she processed the sight of a mature woman’s hands openly mauling her massive young tits.

Marcella’s fingers sank deeper, kneading the soft, heavy mounds, thumbs brushing deliberately close to the stiff nipples still hidden under the tiny cups, while her hot breath continued to wash over Anna’s wet, sensitive ear.

“Such a naughty little daughter…” she whispered, voice dripping with amusement and pure lust. “Wearing a breeding dress for her own daddy…”