Daddy's Little Girl.
Awaken by her catchy ringtone, Anna rolled over on a large pillow. She buried her head into the soft cushions while her crystal-covered case phone blared and buzzed on the nightstand. She let it go another round, then reached for the device and tried to get her sleepy eyes to focus on the name across the screen
"Uh," Anna dismissed the call with an eye roll.
It was Eric calling again. He had been her Boo-thing for a hot minute, but that hadn't worked out. It was all her fault since she was already married. That wife title hadn't stopped her before, but things were different now. She felt different now, a freedom in her sexuality.
Anna loved SEX! But she was conflicted about relationships altogether. Her first and current was a bribed matrimony. Her husband had not loved her at first sight, and she couldn't stand him the first time she laid eyes on him. But at the time, both loved the almighty Dollar and had tied the knot to receive his seven-million-dollar inheritance. In the process, they had caught more than feelings for each other.
Jeff was overly obsessed with Anna, while Anna was simply happy with experiencing her first puppy love. And it was a fucked up little thrill. Although Anna was in love with Jeff, she kept their marriage a secret from her friends. She was still weirded out by their age difference.
Jeff was OLD.
He was a six foot four inch, two hundred sixty pounds bull at forty years old and not the ideal guy a barely five foot, chubby twenty-one-year-old should be married to. Throw in his rage issues, philandering, and drug and alcohol addiction, and he was a match made in hell for a sweet girl like Anna.
Then came Eric.
Anna met him on a Hispanic hookup site. Assuming she needed to be with someone her age and race, she had started talking to him and numerous others. It was only he who took enough interest in getting to know HER. At least the HER that she portrayed online. In real life, she was a nervous wreck. But, Eric, he was perfect. That is, until she fucked him. She was more shocked than disappointed when he came quicker than expected. She learned then how lucky she was and assumed that younger men couldn't fuck like older men could.
Eric was sweet, though, and Anna thought she wanted a sweet king. It was an experiment, really. Some of her didn't want to lead him on, but it was nice having someone to chat with.
When Jeff was gone for days, Eric came in handy, giving her the utmost attention via SMS. But when Jeff came back with BDSM on his mind, she no longer wanted to chit-chat about random TV shows and the weather.
Despite his age and, at times, her full consent, Jeff worked her over in every sex position. He was delicious in bed, and as much as she tried to Brat and act tough, she knew who owned her pussy. He had popped her cherry a year before, fucking her hard the first time and each time after that. She reached remarkable limits with him. Every time they were together, he opened her up to new sexual thrills. There was no time to play coy with him. He knew her body and used her holes as he saw fit, only stopping if she cried a river of tears.
That was her life. It was pitiful, but Anna was a certified masochist and loved sexual abuse too much to be with a Sweetheart like Eric. But, he was a determined fellow. He had called her twice a day for a week, and each time, she texted with a different lie, a petty excuse as to why she couldn't talk. Anything other than telling him the truth.
With closed eyes, Anna outwardly groaned when her bejeweled phone vibrated on her chest, "Oh, my God, stop calling me."
She looked at her phone and saw a different name. This time, it was her friend Sasha, who she had recently stood up. Hesitantly, she answered, praying not to catch hell.
"Anna!" Sasha blared through the device before she could speak, "What the fuck happened to you last night?"
"I'm sorry. I had an emergency. At work. It was at the last minute?...."
"Work?"
Anna thought about how dumb that lie sounded while her friend continued to rant about being stood up, "Okay, okay, I know, I'm sorry. Okay?"
"Better be," Sasha warned, lightening her tone, "What are you doing tonight?"
"Uhm."
"Nothing? Good. We are going to Brewster's. Ginger can pick us up from my house."
"No," Anna tried to shake the fog from her brain, "No, I can't go out."
"Why not?"
Anna took too long to think of an excuse. The reason being she was married to a controlling old pervert. It was Jeff who had prevented her from leaving last night. She knew he wouldn't let her get away tonight. And right now, laying in his bed, her pussy sore from playing all night, she did not want to leave either.
"I can't tonight." Anna finally got a word in.
"YOU can, and you're going to, Anna. You can't keep blowing me off. You promised me last weekend we could hang out this weekend. The time's up, bitch.."
"Sasha," she whined, stretching in his soft bed, " I can't."
"Stop being a fucking baby.."
Anna gave an unmistakable smirk that Sasha couldn't see, "Maybe I like being a baby," she giggled.
"Stop being weird. You're coming with me tonight. We're gonna have fun, we are gonna..."
As her friend spoke excitedly about jello shots, half-priced cocktails, dancing, and what outfit to wear, all Anna could think about was Jeff and why he wasn't in bed.
"I'll think about it, okay? But, I am not making any promises anymore because I have a lot going on; I am moving to...."
Anna sat up and looked at the bathroom door as Jeff walked out shirtless with a pair of sweats riding his hips. He was mildly sculpted with a hairy, bloated gut. She blamed the cheese pizza they had shared over laughs around midnight. Despite his flaws, she openly lusted for his hairy body upon hers. The dark, damp hair on his chest concealed a tattoo of her name written in bright teal on his left pec.
"Anna?" Sasha asked, "Are you still there?"
"Yeah. I'm listening."
Jeff folded his bulky arms sternly, "Who are you talking to?"
"My friend." Anna giggled, nervous by his presence, "She Called me."
"Who are you talking to?" Sasha asked.
"Nobody. Anyway, that all sounds good. I'll call you later?" Anna hung up and melted when she looked at Jeff standing tall at her side.
Jeff laughed, "What was that about?"
"Nothing. She's mad that I stood her up. I was supposed to go to her house," she smirked, "But someone wouldn't let me go..."
Jeff smiled, suddenly flooded with memories of last night, "I think you had a good time. I'm sure the evidence is on your ass."
"I don't have bruises."
"Let me check and see," he said, pulling her forward.
"Wait...." Anna tugged away, but he grabbed her arm, "No, not yet. I haven't-."
Jeff slung her upright and placed her on her back. She was thankful she had put on clothes before bed, but the thin shield was useless. He roughly yanked her long shirt back to take in her chubby middle.
"Stop, umm," she whined, pulling her shirt down.
Jeff roughly twisted her to the side and yanked her shorts. He saw a few bruises at the top of her cheek and slowed, sliding her shorts down her thick thighs and off her short stems. He grabbed her tummy, and her hand instinctively pushed his wrist.
