Nothing a sound spanking can’t fix.

  “What do you want?” Joce calls up weakly.

  Huh. I had almost forgotten about her already. I guess knowing what I have waiting for me in the face of what I had, is a bit more distracting than I thought it would be.

  “I want to bring you up for a day,” I say, crouching back down and grinning into the darkness. “I want us to have a proper day together—as a family. I think Darby deserves that, don’t you?”

  She’s quiet now because she thinks there’s a trick somewhere in my offer. There’s not—I’m fresh out of ways to fool Joce and she should know that by now.

  “What’s the catch?” she calls up quietly.

  “No catch,” I reply immediately with a chuckle. “You know how important it is for a child to be with their mother and father. Well, maybe you don’t because Laura split, but Darby shouldn’t know what you felt like. I think she should know us both, even if for a day. Come on, kid. Don’t you want the chance to be a real mother this time?”

  Jocelyn lets out a sigh that echoes off the stone walls surrounding her. I can tell she’s seriously contemplating my offer now. Either that or she’s already thinking of her escape plan, but she should know better.

  “Okay,” she finally says softly. “I’ll do it.”

  A grin instantly spreads across my face. Nothing is sexier than a woman that’s willing to comply with a simple request. I reach down, grabbing the rope and toss it into the hole.

  “Come on up when you’re ready. We’ll be inside, baby girl,” I say before I walk away.

  I have to find Darby and get her to take a nap or something because if Jocelyn looks anything like I think she might right now, she’s gonna need a hot shower and a change of clothes before she sees our daughter.

  Chapter 3

  I kiss Darby’s forehead as she snuggles underneath her light pink, plush blanket, and closes her eyes. I had to make a deal with her—if she behaved like the good little girl I know she can be and take her nap now, she’d have a surprise waiting for her when she woke up, but not a moment sooner.

  I can hear the backdoor slam shut, which tells me that Joce is finally in the house. I look down at Darby who opens her eyes curiously, but I hold a finger to my lips and grin at her. She giggles, closes her eyes again, and pretends to be asleep. I’ll stay with her a little while longer to make sure she doesn’t ruin her own surprise.

  Not that she’ll recognize Jocelyn right away since she never got the chance to know her, but I still want to be the one that physically brings them together.

  Whatever happens after that depends on how much of a mother the bitch plans on being.

  I run a hand over Darby’s hair and smile. She looks so much like her Momma at this age, that they could pass for twins.

  Man, that would have been something,

  I think with a soft chuckle as I ease myself off the side of the bed where I’ve been sitting. My baby will be asleep in no time now—I can tell by the way her breathing is evening out, so I suppose I should go see what kind of fight Joce has in her these days.

  I begin to hum as I gently close the door to Darby’s bedroom. It’ll give the other one a chance to know I’m coming and I think it’s the right thing to do since she never did care for surprises. I never understood why though, because any surprise I ever had for her usually ended with my dick in one of her holes.

  She liked it, I know she did. Even after those little miserable brats got inside her head, she would still moan the same way her whore mother did whenever I fucked her.

  It’ll feel nice to slide my dick into some pussy again but before that happens, she probably needs to get cleaned up and eat something substantial. I don’t want her dying on me while I’m fucking her because that would cross a line of morality I am not comfortable with.

  I walk into the kitchen and smile at her when I see her standing just inside the doorway. She looks so damn dirty and she’s lost quite a bit of weight, but that’s what happens when you try to undermine authority.

  “You can come in,” I tell her as I walk toward the refrigerator and open the freezer door. “I won’t be expecting you to make dinner for us tonight, but if you’re still up here tomorrow, then you probably should.”

  I pull out a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, then head toward the counter to retrieve a spoon from the drawer next to the sink. I make my way back to the table, kick my feet up, and pull the lid off, digging my spoon in and scooping up some ice cream.

  “Damn that’s good,” I say quietly as I lick the spoon before turning my attention back to Jocelyn. “I’d offer you some, but you’re really fucking dirty right now and I don’t feel like grabbing another spoon.”

  She wraps her arms around herself and looks down at her bare feet. I watch her shuffle in place a few times before she turns her eyes back to the doorway and I chuckle.

  “Go ahead; try to run. You’re not gonna get very far and you know it,” I say, digging my spoon back into the pint. I set it down on the table, drop my feet to the floor, and rest an arm on the polished wood. As I start to drum my fingertips along the tabletop, Jocelyn sighs and turns her attention back to me.

  “Can I go take a shower?” she asks timidly.

  “Yes,” I reply with a nod. “You know where our bedroom is, and your clothes are where you left them. Get yourself nice and clean, then come back and talk to me. It’s been a while since I’ve had some adult conversation.”

  The smirk on my face is enough to make her wince, but she knows better than to defy me again. One wrong move and back into the ground she goes, only this time, she’ll fucking stay there.

  I watch her leave the room and pick my pint back up when I’m confident she won’t stray anywhere she doesn’t belong right now. I’m sure she’ll want to stop by her brothers’ room, but that belongs to Darby now and none of their shit is in there. I built a bonfire one night and burned it all to hell—I figured they could use it there while they rot.

  I wouldn’t imagine that Eloy and Vaughn went anywhere good. Honor Thy Mother and Father is one of the Ten Commandments and they sure fucked that up big time.

  Not that I’m a religious man, but I like to think logically about things and if that’s what I can use to be able to sleep better at night knowing that those little fucks are out of my hair forever, then Hell, I’m willing to play along and believe.

  “Fuck ‘em,” I say to no one in particular as I pick the pint back up and keep eating.

  Jocelyn is here now, and Darby will get to know her Momma soon enough. And if they’re both really good girls, they’ll get to know me too.

  Chapter 4

  Once I finished my ice cream and tossed the empty pint into the trash can, I made my way into the living room to lie down on the couch and wait for Jocelyn. I can hear the shower knobs turning so I know she’s done now, I just have to wait for her to dry up and get dressed.

  Ever since she was a little girl, she’s always been very curious and I’m hoping that she knows better at this point. She knows that she’s only to go to our room, shower, then come straight to me. I’m hoping she’s not dumb enough to try and sneak a glance into the boys’ room because if she does, she’ll see Darby and that’ll pop open a can of worms that I don’t have the can opener for just yet.

  I close my eyes and sigh as I clasp my hands over my chest. If she’s smart—and I know she is, she’ll probably try to take me out thinking I’m asleep, but I’m ready for that. These kids have always kept me on my toes when they were all around, and anything they’ve tried, I’ve already done before.

  It’s the proverbial eyes in the back of the head thing that parents always talk about. Kids think it’s all bullshit until they’re caught being dumb little fucks, then they are amazed as hell that we knew all along.

  I don’t regret having any of them, I just wish they turned out better is all.

  Now, I could take some blame for it but I won’t. I did what I could with them and that’s all there is to that story. Darby on the other hand ... I’ll do much better with her.

  “Hi.”

  I open my eyes and cock my head to the side, a smile spreading across my face. Jocelyn is standing just inside the living room, her hands firmly clasped in front of her, and her hair damply sitting on her shoulders.

  “Didn’t have time to dry up completely?” I ask with a laugh.

  “I ... I just didn’t want to draw attention to myself,” she says, her eyes darting nervously around the room. “I can go back and fix it if you want me to.”

  “Nah,” I reply, swinging my legs off the side of the couch. “Come on in and have a seat, kid. Let’s catch up.”

  She clears her throat and walks toward the chair that sits directly across from the couch. In a way, it reminds me of the last time that

  Laura came to visit because she sat in that same damn chair.

  Fucking bitches and that chair, I think as I shake my head. Maybe that’ll be the next thing I make a bonfire for—it’s just up to Joce if she’s in the damn thing when I decide to take it out back.

  “So, how ya been?” I ask, leaning back and crossing my hands behind my head. I’m not exactly sure what I’m expecting her to say, but I wait for her answer anyway. I stopped going to check on her as often as I used to when I first tossed her down there. I didn’t want Darby getting too curious about the oubliette, even though she clearly already has.

  Jocelyn doesn’t say anything. Instead, she folds her hands on her lap and glances up at me every now and then, cutting her eyes toward the door.

  I sigh loudly. “When did you become such a pussy? Seriously, kid. You used to be so full of spunk and ready to fight at a moment’s notice, and now you’re this docile little piece of shit and it’s starting to bug me.”

  This time, when she glances up at me and meets my eyes, she holds them in hers. I can tell that I’m starting to make her angry and that’s what I want because that’s when she fucks the best.

  “Good,” I say evenly, with a nod. “Get pissed off. You’ve got a child in this house that you don’t even know yet, and by the looks of it, you only seem to give a shit about yourself right now. That’s not a good look for you, Mommy.”

  “Must have been the example I had growing up,” she replies curtly, inspecting her fingernails.

  “Damn,” I reply with a chuckle. “That had some bite to it, little girl.”

  Jocelyn shrugs indifferently and puts a hand to her stomach. I can tell she’s hungry, but I don’t know if she’s worth sparing any food on.

  Not yet, anyway.

  Anyone, with the exception of Darby that wants to eat under my roof, has to work for it.

  “Hungry? Wanna sing for your supper?” I ask her deviously as I lean forward and rest my arms on my knees.

  She looks away for a moment, contemplating her answer, but if she waits for too long, I’ll just take what I want anyway, and she knows it.

  “Yes,” she finally says softly.

  “Good girl,” I say with a nod, getting to my feet and holding a hand out toward her. I don’t mind her putting up a fight every now and again, but right now, it’ll be much easier if she remembers to do as she’s told.

  Chapter 5

  “Goddamn,” I moan in a heavy breath as Jocelyn grinds her hips on top of me. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, that I’m trying not to cum too fast. It’s only been ten minutes after all, and I already had to grind my teeth to hold onto my load when she was giving me head.

  “Come on, girl,” I say through grit teeth, giving her ass a firm slap. I can tell her heart isn’t into it, but I can’t fuck her heart, so I don’t particularly care about that.

  I slide my hands up the sides of her body, then jerk her down toward me. Her lips are a few inches away from mine, and the feeling of her hot breath on my face is fucking intoxicating.

  I grip her arms tightly and grin. Joce closes her eyes and braces herself, because she knows what’s coming next.

  Her.

  I lift my ass off the bed and begin to fuck her, my grin widening when I see that familiar look take over her face. Her tits are bouncing and grazing against my chest as she holds my forearms tightly. I haven’t given it to her like this since the first time I fucked her, and it almost feels brand new again.

  “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” I ask her in bated breaths. She lets out a sound that is something between a strangled yes and a moan, as I fuck her harder.

  I don’t mind doing all this work because if I’m being honest, the best pussy I’ve ever had belongs to this one right here.

  For now.

  The thought of Darby sleeping so innocently in her bed while I fuck her mother enters my head and I’m flooded with the memory of when this was Laura on top of me and Joce was sleeping in her room. I can feel my balls tightening as I keep fucking her and she moans louder.

  Just like her mother.

  “Oh my God...” she whimpers as her body begins to stiffen, her breathing becoming heavier.

  “Yes, I am. Now give me what you owe me,” I say, before I pull her down and crush her lips against my own. The sweat on her upper lip is salty but sinfully sweet.

  She moans loudly into my mouth before her pussy begins to tighten around my cock and I groan. Jocelyn is cumming harder than she ever has before, and I think that’s worth a meal or two.

  She falls against me, breathing heavily, her body shaking, and I put an arm around her. Kissing the top of her head, I run my fingers down her back and smile.

  “Just like old times, isn’t it?” I ask her softly.

  Jocelyn puts a hand to my chest and lets it linger there, lulling me into a false sense of feeling loved. It doesn’t last too long though, because she’s just using me as leverage to pull herself off of me.

  I raise an eyebrow and prop myself up on my elbows. I watch her as she moves off the side of the bed, and gets to her feet, reaching down for her panties and dress.

  “Wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” I mutter, leaning back onto the bed and sighing.

  Once she’s dressed, she turns to face me, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

  I roll my eyes and push myself off the bed, putting my hands on my hips.

  “Well? What the fuck are you waiting for? Go make some dinner,” I snap at her.

  “I thought you said –”

  “I changed my mind. Now go cook something for all three of us and maybe if you do a good job, I’ll let you meet the kid,” I reply with a smirk.

  With a defeated sigh and tears in her

  eyes, Jocelyn turns and leaves the room. I may seem like a bastard to her, but the only way to rule a home properly is with an iron fist and my word is fucking law.

  Chapter 6

  CHAPER 6

  I stop and check on Darby once I’m dressed again. She’s still fast asleep and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she is. It wasn’t too long ago, theoretically speaking, that I used to stand in the doorway and watch Jocelyn sleep. She was always such a good little girl until her whore of a mother got pregnant again. And then another time after that, even though I told the bitch that I didn’t want anymore kids other than our perfect little girl.

  Boys.

  What the fuck was I supposed to do with them? Play sports? Show them how to fish? No; they were a waste of time and I didn’t care enough to pay them any mind.

  Not until they started to turn my Joce against me. That’s when I knew I had to put a stop to that shit.

  It’s also how I know that Darby won’t be a problem. Once she sees the example that I’ve set with her mother, she’ll be the perfect little girl that I’ve been missing ever since Jocelyn was ruined.

  I take a step back and close the door as quietly as I can. I won’t wake her up just yet because she can get really fucking cranky if woken up before she’s ready.

  I chuckle as I walk down the hallway, down the stairs, and toward the kitchen. She gets that from me, and while I’ll admit that it’s not my best quality, it’s nice to know that even though she looks like her mother, she’s still got some of her daddy in her.

  “It’s starting to smell good in here,” I say appreciatively as I enter the kitchen.

  Jocelyn has her back to me as she places a slab of seasoned meat into the oven. I’m not sure what she’s making, but I do know that it’ll more than likely be good enough to let her read Darby a bedtime story tonight.

  “Whatcha making?” I ask, walking up behind her and placing my hands on her hips. I push myself against her and she goes rigid for a moment before remembering the predicament she’s in and relaxes.

  “Braised pork shoulder,” she replies quietly.

  “You’re making my favorite?” I ask her with a laugh. “I guess you really wanna see the kid, don’t you?”

  She shrugs and turns to face me, crossing her arms over her chest again. I hate that she’s so damn stand-offish with me— especially since we just shared such a beautiful moment in the bedroom.

  I sigh and rub my face irritably.

  “Uncross them,” I say sternly. Her arms immediately drop to her sides and she looks down at her feet. “Alright. I know what’s gonna make you feel better. You keep yourself busy in here and I’ll be right back.”

  Joce turns back to the oven and I run a hand back through my hair, shaking my head as I leave her alone in the kitchen again. What I should do is hold her against the refrigerator and fuck her again, but I doubt she has the stamina for another go right now.

  I go back to Darby’s room and push the door open quietly. She’s gonna be so pissed when I wake her up, but I know how to stop her temper before it flares into a tantrum.

  “Wake up, baby girl,” I say, gently running a hand over her head.

  She groans and rolls on her side, her back toward me, as she snuggles her blanket closer to her little body.

  “Come on, Darbs. It’s time to wake up now,” I say, giving her a gentle shake.

 

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