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  Daddy’s Boss

  AR TABOO

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Read Me Romance

  AR Taboo

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  Daddy’s Boss

  She was given to the boss ... but Daddy has to watch.

  Chapter One

  LACY

  I hop off the bus, happy that this will be the last time I’ll ever have to use it. I’m the only senior at my high school that rides the bus because my father won’t allow me to drive or get a ride from a friend. Not that I have any friends I could ask. It’s hard to stay in with any group of friends when you can’t hang out or even text.

  My parents are crazy strict, and I don’t understand it. I’m freaking eighteen, and I was sure when I had my birthday last week things would change for the better. Nope. I begged and pleaded to at least get a phone, but I was told no. If I wanted one I’d have to buy it myself. I might be an adult, but I still live under my father’s roof, which means he rules our home and my life.

  I hate him.

  I’d be more than happy to get a job if it got me out of this house. When I told him I would get one, he said he’d think about it. Now I’m starting to feel trapped with no way out. Can someone run away at my age? There’s nowhere for me to go, and I hate the hopelessness that washes over me.

  With how I feel, it makes me wonder how my mother does it. He keeps her on a tight leash too. She turned into a robot, but I guess she’s always been that way. I try to search my mind back to my childhood as I make my way toward the house.

  When I see a black SUV parked outside on the curb, I wonder if someone is visiting. I’m sure my father knows it’s here because he’s always so paranoid. He has cameras all over the outside of the house. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re inside too.

  I’m not sure what my father does for work, but he spends his days in his office, and often he goes out after dinner, which I’m thankful for. I hear him stumble home drunk most nights, but I’ll never understand why Mom is so unbothered by it. I don’t think I’d like my husband going out most nights and stumbling home drunk with no clue where or who he’s been with.

  The worst is when I hear the two of them going at it after he gets home—and I don’t mean fighting. Thankfully, it never lasts but a minute or two, and I can usually ignore it.

  I stop when I get to the SUV and glance inside. All the windows are blacked out, so I can’t tell if anyone is in it, but I do notice that it's running. Just then the back window rolls down, revealing the handsomest man I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “Lacy.” He smirks.

  “You know my name?” I squeak in surprise.

  “What are you doing, girl? Get in this house!” I spin around to see my father standing on the porch. “Leave Corano alone.”

  “It’s Mr. Corano to you, John,” the man says, and I stand there a bit shocked. I’ve never seen or heard anyone correct my father. That only makes this Corano guy hotter than he already is.

  My father’s jaw tightens like it always does when he’s annoyed. “Sorry, sir. Lacy, get in the house,” he orders again. This time I don’t move because my feet feel stuck.

  “Go on,” Corano encourages, and I start to walk away from him. I’d rather stay and stare at the handsome man, but he clearly wants me gone.

  I hurry up the stairs of the porch, and my father hisses at me, “To your room and don’t come out until I send your mother to collect you for dinner.”

  “What are we having for dinner?” I ask, but I’m stalling.

  I peek over my shoulder to see Corano is now out of the SUV and strolling up the sidewalk toward us. I could tell he was a big man when he was inside the car, but he’s way bigger than I thought. I don’t think I’ve seen anything built the way he is.

  He’s not big in the same way as my father, whose belly hangs over his slacks, and the buttons of his shirts are always straining. Father isn’t tall either. This Corano is easily close to seven feet, and even though he’s built, his suit fits him perfectly.

  “In,” my father snaps at me again, and I bolt into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom.

  The whole time, I’m wondering who Corano is and if he’s staying. We never have guests at dinner. My dad will sometimes have people over, but they stay in his office and, more often than not, I have to stay in my room. I’m starting to think I’m an embarrassment to him. The last year he’s grown worse with keeping me locked inside the house.

  Glancing at myself in the full-length mirror attached to my closet door, I’m thankful I don’t have to wear my school uniform anymore. Over the last year, my boobs finally came in, so my polo shirt is snug across my chest. Did my boobs come in or did I gain weight?

  A lot of my clothes don’t fit anymore, which forces the waistline of my skirt higher. Thankfully, it’s got some stretch to it, but it used to hit above the knees, and now it comes to mid-thigh. My height hasn’t changed, so it has to be the weight gain since my hips are fuller too.

  I turn back to face the mirror and lift my skirt to reveal my simple white panties. They’re plain, and I wonder if this is how I’ll be forever. Stuck in this bedroom with my plain clothes and dull life and nothing to look forward to.

  “Lacy.” I drop my skirt at the sound of my mom’s voice, and a second later she opens my bedroom door. “It’s time for dinner.”

  “Now?” I glance at the clock on my nightstand and see it’s nowhere near dinner time. Not that I’m complaining.

  Both of my parents have been on me about what I eat lately. That’s probably the answer to my question. I must have put some on since all my meals have been cut down and I’ve had to sneak snacks. Thankfully, I can get anything from the lunchroom or vending machine on my student card. They never mention how much I spend, and there doesn’t seem to be a limit. But now that school is over, I’ll have to ration.

  “Yes, come downstairs now.”

  “Can I change?” I’m still in my uniform.

  “Your father said you need to come right now.”

  “Okay.” She holds my door open, and I walk out.

  When I hit the bottom step, I see my father’s office door is open, but no one is inside. I make my way down the hallway and stop at the dining room where my father and Mr. Corano are sitting.

  “Lacy.” My father's voice is tight. “I want to introduce you to Mr. Corano.” Mr. Corano stands and offers me his hand.

  “You can call me Corano for now.”

  For now? I take his hand, expecting to shake it, but he ends up snagging me around the wrist and pulling me into him. He grunts when my body collides with his. Warmth explodes through me. As much as I enjoy the feeling of Corano’s big body against mine, I try to push back, knowing I’m about to be in so much trouble.

  “You’re not getting away from me now,” he says as he leans down to whisper into my ear,
“I’ve been waiting for this. It’s been a year since I first saw you.”

  His teeth sink into my neck, and I let out a small gasp. The pain shoots straight between my thighs as heat settles low in my stomach. My fingers dig into the front of his shirt as my body experiences an array of sensations and emotions.

  “Father?” I have no idea what is happening right now, but Corano is the one that responds.

  “I’m your daddy now.” Corano lifts his head, and his dark eyes meet mine. The intensity and hunger I see in them makes my breath hitch.

  “Drinks?” my mother asks as she enters the dining room, oblivious to what’s happening. She sets my dad’s normal Coke and whiskey down on the table.

  “She’ll have milk with her dinner,” Corano informs my mom, and she nods and leaves the room without saying a word about Corano holding me against his body.

  Something hard presses into my stomach.

  “I don’t understand what’s happening,” I whisper.

  “What’s happening, little one, is your father has gotten himself in too deep ,and now he can’t pay his debts.” My eyes flick over to my father, who is staring at us. Corano’s rough fingers slip up the back of my thigh and go under my skirt. I expect my father to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead he watches Corano’s hand and then licks his lips.

  “How much does he owe you?” I whimper as Corano’s fingers grab my bottom and then dig into me.

  “A few million,” he says, and I gasp. A few million?!

  “What does that have to do with me?” The question pops out of my mouth, but I think I already know.

  “It has everything to do with you, little one. You’re the only collateral he has.”

  “Me?”

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” My face rushes with heat, but I nod my head. “You’ve been such a good girl over the last year, but I’ll confirm for myself.”

  Before I can ask how he’s going to do that, he’s lifting me off my feet and placing me on the dining room table. He lays me back and then I watch with wide eyes as he flips my skirt up and pulls my panties down my legs. I gasp as he spreads my thighs, and when I try to close them back, he smacks the outside of one.

  “Be a good girl. I don’t want to have to punish you.” The sting where he popped me makes my sex throb, and I let my thighs fall back open for him. “Look how pretty you are.” He runs his finger down the seam of my bare sex.

  “Mom said I have to keep myself shaved. That girls are supposed to.” His finger stops over the small bundle of nerves that’s throbbing almost painfully.

  I can feel my father’s eyes on me as I let out a moan. When he starts to stroke me, it feels so good because his rough fingers are different from my own. I’ve tried to play with myself before, but I could never get what my body longed for. Corano’s fingers might do the trick because they’re as thick and rough as the rest of him. I peek over to see my father still watching us and not saying a word.

  His eyes are looking at where Corano is touching me, and he has the same heated look in his eyes that Corano does. Sweat drips down my father’s forehead like he’s been working out.

  A warm shiver slides down my belly, and I look at Corano when his finger stops moving. My hips start to rise, but he grabs them to keep me from doing it again.

  “Be still and let me check.” That’s when I feel him press against me in a tight pressure.

  “And if I’m not a virgin?” I don’t know why I ask because I am.

  “Then your father will lose more than his daughter tonight.”

  The pressure gets tighter, and there’s a tiny pinch. I’m a virgin, and I think Corano has now confirmed that for himself. It’s a fight to not move my hips, but I don’t want to get in trouble. I’m a good girl, and I always follow the rules.

  “It’s your lucky day, John. Your daughter just saved your life.”

  Chapter Two

  CORANO

  “You ever seen her cum?” I ask John, who quickly shakes his head. “Liar.” His eyes snap to mine, and I nod to the camera in the corner. “I bet you’ve got one in her bedroom.”

  “It’s only for safety,” he says and then grabs his napkin to wipe some of the sweat off his face.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch.” He’s going to get a front row seat to what he’ll never have. I’ve been watching the camera in her room too. Not only to watch her but to make sure John didn’t try and take what he knew was going to be mine. I take a seat between Lacy’s legs. I push her knees up and slide her ass all the way to the edge of the table. “What a pretty girl you are.”

  “Wh-what happens now?” Lacy’s voice is shaking as she looks down between her legs at me and then to her father.

  “Now I’m going to let your father watch while I eat your pussy.” I shrug as I loosen my tie. “And then let him sit in his jealousy because now it’s mine.” She moans as I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her pink lips. “Fuck, she tastes good.”

  “That’s enough,” John says, but I glance over and he can’t take his eyes off Lacy.

  “Bet you were waiting for your turn, huh?” I suck on her clit, and her back bows off the table. “A greedy virgin? My, my, what a treat.”

  “Mr. Corano,” John says, but I ignore him as I sloppily lick up and down her sweet little cunt.

  When I push two fingers inside of her and she cries out, I suck on her clit to take the pain away. Her legs are spread as far as they can go now, and it’s all on her own. She wants me to eat her until she cums, and I’m all too happy to do it.

  For a year I’ve been obsessed with Lacy. Not only to collect her as a debt but to make her mine forever. John;s daughter was the price of his freedom, and when I said I was taking her, he agreed. That’s the only thing that kept him from fucking her on his own. He knew I wanted her untouched, and so he kept his dick out of her. I watched every night as his debt climbed higher and higher until he had no choice.

  One time, I even made him bring me a pair of her dirty panties so I could breathe in her pussy while I jerked off. This innocent girl has been my end game all along, and now I’m going to take my time.

  “So fucking tight.” I moan as I use my other hand to grab her hip and hold her down.

  My tongue dives between her pussy lips over and over, and Lacy’s breathing heavily. When I cover her clit and suck, that’s all it takes to send her over the edge.

  “Jesus,” I hear John whisper as Lacy tenses and cries out.

  She cums so pretty as the flush goes all the way down her body, and I feel a rush of release coat my fingers. I lap it up, and when I take my fingers out, I lick them clean too. She’s messy and wet, but I smile as I sit her up and claim her mouth in a kiss.

  My tongue pushes past her lips, and she moans when she tastes her release on me. I grab her around the waist and then slide her off the table to take a seat next to mine. She’s so warm, and some of the hairs around her face cling to her cheek before I brush them away.

  “You did so well,” I say as I lean forward and kiss her forehead. Fuck, she’s perfect. I can’t blame her father for his obsession with her. She is unlike anything in this world.

  “Here we go!” her mother announces as she comes into the room and places drinks on the table.

  I watch as she sets a glass of milk in front of Lacy, who takes a drink and then looks at me over the top.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, and I’m pretty sure she’s talking to me and not her mother.

  John clears his throat, and I see his upper lip is now sweaty too. He takes a shaky breath as he wipes it away and then looks over at his wife. “Dinner,” he barks at her, and she smiles brightly before exiting the dining room.

  “Let’s get this over with,” he says before quickly glancing away from Lacy. “You can have dinner and then take her with you.”

  “Are you telling me what to do?” My voice is ice cold, and I’m surprised when I feel Lacy’s hand on my thigh.

  “No, not at
all,” John is quick to say. “I just mean this isn’t necessary.”

  I’m head of the organized crime family in this city, and with one snap of my finger, twenty men would rush into this room and take his head off if I felt like it. He’s lucky I’m allowing him to breathe the same air as my girl.

  I move my hand on top of Lacy’s and give it a little squeeze. “Oh but I think it is. I think you’ve forgotten the position you’re in, and I’m going to remind you that nothing is beyond my reach.”

  Taking Lacy’s hand, I move it between my legs so she can feel how hard I am. Her breath hitches, and I smirk at John as I start to undo my belt.

  “And then you’ll always remember who is in charge.”

  Chapter Three

  CORANO

  “Come over here and straddle me, little one,” I say to Lacy and touch her cheek. She watches as I pull my cock out and stroke it a few times. Without hesitating, she gets up, and I turn her around to face her father as she spreads her legs over mine. “That’s it, good girl.”

  My cock is so fucking hard it’s pointing up at her cunt and straining to get inside. I gently guide her hips until she’s hovering over the blunt head, and I see cum already leaking out and rolling down my shaft.

  “Fuck, her teenage pussy is going to be so easy to get pregnant,” I say, and I hear John making a choking sound.

  The warm, wet opening of her slit glides over my tip, and I penetrate her virgin cunt. Inch by inch she lowers and then raises up. I look over and watch John as she moves slowly up and down my dick, trying to take it all.

  “I’m just too fucking big for her, I guess,” I say to John, and his fist is clenched so tightly I see the white of his knuckles.