"Daddy.." I opened my legs slowly, teasing my soon-to-be step father, "Play with me."
"You like it when daddy touches you, baby girl?" He coos in my ear. I bite my lip and roll my head back, taking his hand and running it in between the valley of my breasts.
"So naughty." He says, chuckling softly before retrieving his hand.
"Harry! I'm home!" My mother calls obnoxiously and I roll my eyes as Daddy stands up, sighing, and walking out.
I huff and cross my arms. It's not like he loves her. He has me. Why would he want her? All she does is spend his money and use him for sex. But he doesn't have sex with her anymore, he promised me I was who he wanted. He promised that he only stayed with her so he could be closer to me. He promised.