Touch Me, Daddies

Keep your legs open, baby. That's it... eyes on me."

One had his hand around my throat.

Another had his mouth between my thighs.

The third... God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name.

Three of them.

All at once.

Tearing me apart like I belonged to them.

And the truth is-I did.

Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else.

The night I got fired.

The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend.

The night I nearly ended it all.

But I'd been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart.

That man?

He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin... and offered me something darker than a second chance.

To be theirs. All three of theirs.

Not a girlfriend.

Not a wife.

A plaything. A prize. A pet.

Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don't work. I don't pay bills.

I only exist to please them.

And Daddy doesn't like when I cry.

He likes when I beg.