Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Viper

Iris practically ran off stage after her performance.

Why?

Because she was a very, very naughty girl.

She knows I don't want anyone ogling her the way I do.

I don't want any other men grabbing their dick at night thinking about what belongs to me .

I throw open the doors to each and every private suite until I find the one she's in.

She's nervous, but excited, and so am I.

"You're playing with fire, little girl," I hiss, stalking toward her like a predator eyeing my prey.

"Do you really think I don't want to burn?," she whispers sassily..

After her performance, I can understand her sudden boost of confidence.

"Mmm, I'll bend you over and take it out on your perfect ass later. I've got a surprise for you and you won't ruin it," I smile.

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You do?"

"Yes. Come and see," I smile, taking her hand and leading her into a seperate private room.

It's decked out in red roses and candles, and it's exactly how I wanted it.

"Oh, my God. This is unbelievable," she whispers.

"And the gift," I smirk, lifting a bag from the dresser. "I want you to put this on for me, baby. I'm so fucking proud of you tonight. I want to show you just how proud. Okay?"

"Sure. Sure. Okay," she nods, taking the bag and disappearing into the bathroom. "But you're not mad?"

"Good girl," I whisper. "I'm aggravated you did something you know I don't want you to do, but that's fine, it'll just give me a bigger reason to fuck you as hard as I can."

The truth is, I'm nervous with excitement.

This is a big moment for me.

I know that if we do this, there's no going back.

But there's also no way in hell I'm stopping.

"Ready," she calls from the bathroom, and I walk over, opening the door.

"Holy shit," I hiss.

"Do you like it?" she asks, her voice small, uncertain.

"Yes. Yes, I like it," I whisper, staring at her.

She's wearing the lingerie set I bought her the other day, and the black lace makes her look so fucking sexy that it's almost too much.

I flatten her back against the wall, my hands cupping her tits.

"Viper. Wait," she hisses, and her nipples pebble as I squeeze.

"You're perfect," I mutter, and the second my lips touch hers, the dam breaks.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back, her tongue teasing mine. "I'm not waiting."

"Viper," she hisses. "This is crazy. We're in the club. Someone could see."

"They could," I shrug, and with that, I push her back into the bedroom. "I was promised privacy and I own the place now, so..."

"Oh, fuck," she hisses as I lift her and throw her on the bed. "Watch it!"

"Don't worry, baby. You'll like this. You like everything I do to you, and if you don't…" I hiss. "I'll make you. I promise."

"Please. Please," she begs. "Just don't tease me."

"I'm not," I whisper, kissing her softly. "You're going to get everything you deserve."

"Thank God," she whispers, and with that, her legs spread wide, and her heels dig into the mattress. "Please, fuck me."

"That's my girl," I hiss, ripping the crotch of her panties. "I have one request tonight, okay?"

"Fuck," she hisses. "Anything you want."

"Hush, baby. This is about what you need, too."

"Oh, God," she hisses as my finger slides inside her tight pussy. "Fuck. Fuck. That feels good."

"Yes, baby. It does. But there's more. First, you'll have to agree, though," I smirk, licking her off my finger. "I want you to call me Daddy."

"What?" she frowns.

"You heard me. You can call me anything you want. But I want you to call me Daddy. It's what I've always dreamed about," I whisper.

"But you're..." she says, and I can tell that the idea appeals to her.

"It's not about my daughter. It's about feeling. Do you feel like my baby girl?"

"Yes," she whispers, and the second the word leaves her lips, I'm rock hard. "I..."

"Good girl," I smile. "Now, tell me. What do you want, Iris?"

"I want you to fuck me," she whispers.

"Then ask me."

"What?" she asks.

"Ask me," I hiss.

"I..."

"Come on, baby. You can do it. Ask me to fuck you," I hiss, kissing her pussy.

"Please. Fuck me, Daddy," she whispers, and the moment those words leave her lips, the game is on.

"Good girl," I hiss, unbuttoning my jeans and taking out my cock. "I'm going to fuck you now. And every time you scream, you're going to say my name."

"Which name?"

"Whichever name," I smirk, and we both know which one she's using. "Do you understand?"

"Yes. Oh, God. Please. Yes," she begs, her back arching. "Please."

"That's my girl," I smile, and with that, I plunge inside her. "I expect to hear it at least once."

"Viper," she screams, her nails digging into my back. "Oh, God."

"Yes. Good girl," I hiss, sliding in and out. "You better come for me hard, little girl."

"Daddy," she cries again, and I kiss her, fucking her harder. "I can't hold it."

"That's my good baby girl," I hiss, biting her bottom lip. "Fuck. You're so tight. Spill over, come on. Give me everything, Iris. Show me how much you want this. How much you want me."

"I do. Oh, God. Daddy. Daddy!. I'm coming. Fuck," she screams, her pussy tightening around me.

"Fuck. That's a good girl. Mmm, my good girl. Fuck," I hiss, pumping harder.

"Again. Again," she screams, and the sound of her pleasure is enough to tip me over the edge. "I want your load now."

Fuck, she has no idea what releasing inside of her does to me.

"No," she cries. "Give it to me. Fill me with your cum. Come on, Daddy. Show me who owns me. I want it. Please."

"Fuck," I hiss, and as her orgasm hits, mine does, too.

She screams, her nails scratching down my back as I spill inside her, her cunt squeezing my cock.

"Yes. Fuck," I hiss, pumping her until I've got nothing left.

"I want all of it," she whispers, her lips on my ear.

"Good. Because it's yours, baby. It's always going to be yours. No matter what," I promise.

"Good. I want that. All of it," she says, her lips on my chest.

"Iris. Iris," I hiss, coming hard. "Fuck. You're perfect. Perfect."

"You're perfect," she smiles, her cheeks pink. "You're amazing. So fucking amazing."

"Me? I didn't even do anything," I smile.

"I need more,please," she whispers, and with that, I pull away, turning her over and pulling her up to her knees.

"Fuck," she hisses.

"Hold on," I hiss, spreading her wide and sinking inside her. "Fuck. Your little cunt is still dripping."

"Oh, God. Fuck me. Please. Harder," she begs like the good girl she is. "Show me what I'm in for. Give me what you can't give anyone else. Give me everything."

"Good girl," I hiss, holding her hips as I pound into her.

She screams, and as she does, her ass presses against my crotch.

I slide a hand around, playing with her clit as I fuck her.

"Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God. Yes. Daddy. Yes," she screams.

"Yes. Come. Again," I hiss, and the second her orgasm hits, mine does, too.

"Fuck," I hiss.

"Yes. Thank you. Oh, God. Yes," she screams. "Daddy, more."

"You got it, baby," I hiss, holding her hips as I slam into her.

"Fuck," she hisses.

"Tell me. Tell me, Iris," I hiss.

"Daddy," she moans, her head dropping between her shoulders.

"There we go. That's my good girl. My good fucking girl. Come for me," I hiss as she screams, her orgasm hitting hard and fast. "Good girl."

"Oh, God. Viper," she cries, her legs shaking.

"Fuck," I hiss.

"Daddy," she whispers, and with that, our orgasms collide again.

"Fuck," I hiss.

"Daddy," she screams. "More."

"I don't have anymore," I laugh.

"Please. More," she hisses, her cunt tightening around me. "I want more."

"Then have more," I laugh, flipping her over. "Now, spread those legs, baby. And give me a smile. Because this is just the beginning. Remember you belong to me, my perfect little whore, my little cumslut.

She lies on her back and I snap a picture of her like that, my cum all over her stomach.

"This is perfect," I whisper.

"Take a video. I want to remember this night, too," she whispers.

"Of course. Anything you want," I hiss, and the minute I press record, she poses for me.

"You're such a good Daddy," she smirks, touching her pussy. "Come here."

"What do you want, baby?"

"I want you to taste us. I want you to taste our cum. Together," she hisses, and the camera shakes as I climb up the bed. "Please."

"Anything for you, baby," I smile, kissing her.

She's delicious, and my cock twitches.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," she smiles. "Give me more."

"You've had enough," I hiss, but then she's reaching down and stroking me.

"Not enough. I need more," she says, and the second she slides her lips over my cock, I'm hard.

I turn off my phone, placing it on the nightstand as she licks me clean.

"I want to remember this," I hiss, and the sight of her sucking me dry is enough to tip me over the edge.

"Come on. Come in my mouth. I want it," she begs.

"Anything you want," I hiss, and as I explode, her name is on my lips.

"Yes. More. Give me everything," she whispers, and my orgasm is intense.

"Fuck," I hiss, lying flat on the bed. "Oh, fuck. That was intense."

"Yeah. Yeah, it was," she smiles, lying next to me. "Can we do that again?"

"No," I laugh. "You're going back home. But tomorrow, we're going to talk. I'm done fucking around. You're mine in every sense of the word, Iris. Got it? I don't care who knows about us."

"I am?"

"Yes. Mine. I'm never letting you go. And you're never leaving me. Got it?"

"Got it," she says, her eyes wide.

"Good. Now, let's get you cleaned up. I've got a car waiting outside."

"A car? You're taking me to your place?"

"No. Because if I do, we won't get any sleep You're staying at the Desire House tonight, it shows the girl you're a team player, that you don't mind staying there every once in a while." I say, giving her a kiss goodbye.

"Fine," she huffs, standing.

She won't look at me.

"I'm not saying this to be mean. You're going to need rest for the days ahead. Got it?" I say as I pull my jeans on.

"Uh huh," she mutters.

"Good. You're amazing, you know."

"I'm not. I'm just..."

"Amazing," I hiss.

"Well, if you think so, then I guess I am," she shrugs.

"Absolutely. Now, get dressed. The driver will take you home. Okay?"

"Got it," she grins.

"And, Iris? Don't wear anything to bed tonight. You won't need clothes."

"But what if the club girls...?" she flushes.

"Don't worry about them. They know who you belong to," I smirk.

"Okay. Fine," she huffs, pulling on the set she was performing in.

"Good. Now, go. Your driver is waiting," I say.

"Thank you," she whispers, and as she walks away, I can't believe that the best thing that ever happened to me just walked out the door.

***

The next morning, Allegra unexpectedly arrives home.

The first sign that my daughter is here is the mess she made of the kitchen, and as I walk into the dining room, she greets me with homemade pancakes.

"Hey, Dad," she beams, and the smile on her face is priceless.

"Hey, kid," I manage, scratching the back of my head. "Could have told me you were coming home for the holidays. How's college?"

"Oh, it's fine. I needed a break, so here I am," she shrugs. "Want some?"

"Sure," I smile, sitting at the table and pouring myself a cup of coffee.

My guilty conscience is eating me alive, and as my daughter hands me a plate of pancakes, I feel worse. "So, what have you been up to? I've missed you."

"Oh, you know. College stuff. What have you been up to? How's the club?" she asks, sitting across from me.

"Oh, fine. Fine," I shrug.

"That's great," she smiles.

"Yeah. How long are you here for?"

"Until the new year," she says, and relief washes over me.

At least we've got a bit of time together.

I really miss her.

There's nothing more that I hate than missing out on so much of her childhood.

I know I can't make up for all of it, but I'd like to try to make up for some of it.

"Good. We can hang out. Go somewhere nice," I smile.

"That sounds like fun. You'll have to show me around, though. The city is different than the last time I was here," she says, and for the next hour, we talk about nothing important, and as I'm doing the dishes, a knock sounds at the front door.

"Who's that?" Allegra asks.

"I've no idea. Stay here," I hiss, and I walk over to the door.

When I open it, Iris is standing there in a red dress, her hair and makeup flawless. "Iris. What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Daddy," she smiles, her voice soft. "I was wondering if we could talk. I have a few things on my mind."

"Jesus fucking Christ," I hiss.

"What? Who's at the door?" Allegra calls, and with that, Iris steps inside and closes the door behind her.

"You should have called. Why didn't you call?"

"I didn't have the time," she shrugs. "Is this a bad time? Am I interrupting something?"

"Interrupting what?" Allegra asks, walking into the living room. "Oh my God, Iris!"

The girls embrace, and Iris hugs her tightly.

"It's so good to see you," Iris smiles, and my heart sinks. "I didn't know you were coming back already!"

"It's good to see you, too," Allegra says, her eyes on me. "Is this why you didn't want me to come home? You've been seeing someone?"

"No. No, of course not," I shake my head. "We've got things to discuss. You know I bought Satin Dreams, and a house the girls live in. And a bunch of other shit. It's a business arrangement, okay?"

"Right. Sure," Allegra frowns. "How are you? How are you holding up after everything that happened with Lyon?"

"I'm fine," Iris nods. "Really."

"That's good. Do you want to hang out while you're here?" Allegra asks.

"Yes. Absolutely," Iris says, smiling brightly. "It's been forever since we hung out."

"Yes, it has. Come on. We'll make a day of it," Allegra says. "When do you get back from this super important business meeting?"

Iris and I look at each other guiltily.

"Later. Tonight," I manage.

"Good. We'll meet up then," Allegra smiles, and Iris's face lights up.

"That sounds amazing. Where should we meet? Maybe that coffee place in the old town? The one where we had lunch that day after school."

"Perfect," Allegra smiles, and the two women are beaming.

"Good," I manage. "Ready for that meeting, Iris?"

"I am. Good luck with your boy toy," she says, and Allegra blushes.

"Thanks," she says.

"See you soon," Iris winks, and with that, she heads out the front door.

"Bye, dad. Have a good meeting," Allegra laughs, heading back into the dining room.

"Yeah. Thanks," I mumble, and the minute the door closes, I'm racing out the door. "Iris!"

"Oh, God," she hisses, turning on her heels.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Walking away," she smiles, and her innocence is enough to melt me. "She's right here, Viper. I don't want her to see us together."

"You can't come to my house, okay? You can't ever do that again," I hiss, pulling her into my arms. "Fuck. I want you. So fucking much. Last night was amazing. Fucking incredible."

"Me too. But we can't be together. Not yet. She won't accept it. God, I'm only a few years older than her," she whispers.

"I know. It's complicated as fuck," I hiss, kissing her softly.

"We can't do this. We can't," she cries, pushing me away.

"Baby," I start.

"No. Just, no," she hisses. "Not like this. Not in secret. You don't understand. I can't keep doing this. I love what we have going on between us, Viper, but we can't do this if we have to hide it forever."

I groan, then follow her to the car.

She won't let me open the door for her, and I stand on the curb uselessly.

"Fuck," I hiss, and get in the driver's seat.

We drive to the meeting in silence, and when we're parked, she reaches over and grabs my hand.

"You'll wait for me, right?" she whispers.

"You know I will," I hiss. "You're mine, Iris."

"Then kiss me goodbye. Like you mean it," she whispers, and when my lips touch hers, my chest is filled with warmth.

"I'll always mean it," I whisper, and the second those words leave my lips, the moment is broken.

"Wait for me. Wait for me, please," she begs, her tears streaming down her face.

"Always. Always, baby," I hiss, wiping the tears away. "Always."

"Good," she sniffles.

My heart fucking breaks for us, and what we could have been if the circumstances were different.

"I'll be here. Every step of the way," I whisper, and she nods.

"I need you, Daddy. But we can't ever let her know," she whispers, and the second the words leave her lips, I know they're true.

"Never. We'll never tell her. I promise. Never," I hiss, kissing her forehead.

"Good. That's good," she whispers.

"Everything's going to be fine," I hiss.

"Promise?"

"I promise," I say, and I pray to God that's true.

I get out of the car, and the moment the door is closed, the world stops spinning.

"Fuck," I hiss, and my hands fist the air. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

My life is a lie, and now, it's falling apart at the seams.

"Fuck," I hiss, slamming my palm against the window.

"Viper, what's wrong?" Iris asks, and the look on her face breaks me.

"Nothing. I just...nothing," I hiss. "Let's go. We've got work to do."

"Okay," she whispers, and as we walk toward the house, the air is thick with tension.

"Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Yes. Of course. Let's just get this done," I hiss, and the second the keys hit the lock, a million memories wash over me.

"You're sure? You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not. Now, come here," I hiss, and when she does, I hold her close. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the situation. But that's not your fault. This is all on me. All of it."

"Okay," she says.

"Good. Now, come on. Let's finish this," I hiss.

This house was a burden, and now, it's not.

I feel a weight lift off my shoulders.

Now, the deed is signed.

Iris is all mine.

And Allegra will never know.

We meet with the realtor inside.

Iris doesn't know the details of the Desire House, but this McMansion was Allegra's mother's childhood home.

It will be better served this way, as a place the dancers of the club can share.

They need a home, a safe place to call their own.

And now, they've got one.

"All done," Iris smiles, and she kisses me softly.

"Now, to the club," I hiss, and as we get in the car, my guilt vanishes

"Thank you, Viper," she whispers, and the smile on her face is enough to fill the empty spaces inside me.

"Of course. Anything you want," I whisper, and with that, we drive away.

I've spent so much time feeling guilty, but that ends now.

Iris is mine, and we'll make this work.

"Iris, we've got a lot of shit to sort out," I hiss, pulling into the driveway.

"I know. But, right now, all I want is you. Right here. Right now. Please, give me everything. Give me all of you. All of it. All of you. Forever," she begs, and the look in her eyes is enough to fill the empty spaces inside me.

"Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes," I hiss, pulling her into my arms.

"Please. Please," she cries, and when my lips touch hers, the world is a beautiful place.

"You're mine, Iris. Mine. Forever. I'm never letting you go."

"Never. Never," she cries, and with that, we head inside.

I want to get past the bar as soon as possible, but Scarlett blocks my path, arms crossed.

I push Iris behind me.

"Heard your daughter's back in town," Scarlett says, and her words cut through me.

"What?" I hiss, and the world stops spinning.

"Allegra. She's here, right? Saw her yesterday, at the coffee shop," Scarlett says, and when I reach for her throat, Iris holds me back.

Scarlett is the worst of all the girls.

A troublemaker.

A pain in Iris' ass.

"Don't. Don't," she cries, but I don't listen.

I've got murder on my mind.

"If you've laid a finger on her..."

"Calm down, Viper," Scarlett hisses, her voice firm.

"No. Not until you tell me what the fuck you were doing around my daughter," I hiss.

"Chill, Viper. Jesus," Iris says, and the moment I turn, she's standing next to Iris, a look of shock on her face.

"Get away from her. Now," I hiss.

"Viper, don't," Iris whispers, but I won't let her near.

"Don't talk about my child in this establishment, Scarlett," I warn.

"Oh, relax. Allegra's an adult now, for fuck's sake. And, for your information, I was talking to her about her new school. I'm taking some classes in the fall. To become a bartender," Scarlett smiles, and the tension in the air dissipates.

"You are?" I ask, and the smile on her face makes her look younger than she is.

"Yeah. Got a lot of free time. Thought, you know, it's something that I'd enjoy," she shrugs.

"Well, that's great," I say, and the smile on my face is genuine.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. So, what's the story? Did the meeting go well? House all ours? Are you going to move into the new place, Viper?" Scarlett asks.

"No. He has his own place.," Iris says, and the smile on her face is contagious.

"Well, that's good," Scarlett nods. "I've got a lot of shit to learn. But it's good."

"You'll do great," I smile.

"Thanks. Oh, and Allegra's got some good stories from college. If you ever want to hear them," Scarlett adds.

"Thanks," I laugh.

"Yeah, you're welcome. Well, I'll get out of your hair," she smiles, walking away.

"Jesus Christ. I'm sorry, baby," I hiss.

I'm so bent out of shape right now that I think everyone's a damn threat.

"It's okay. Let's go. Let's just forget about it. Please. We've got a lot to talk about. But first, I need to be fucked," she says, her voice low.

"Absolutely. Absolutely, baby," I hiss, pulling her closer, and as I press my lips against hers, the world is a beautiful place.

"Good. And, if you're lucky, maybe later, I'll show you what's under this dress," Iris winks.

"You're not wearing anything?"

"Not a thing," she grins.

"Fuck. I've never wanted anything more," I hiss.

"Let's go," she grins, and with that, we walk away.

"Fuck, baby. Your ass looks amazing in that dress," I hiss.

"Why don't you show me, then? Show me how much you want me. Fuck me. Hard. Please. Fuck me. Make me come," she begs.

"Oh, trust me, baby. You will. I promise. You will." I want to pull her into a booth, but then I spot Jaxon sitting by the bar.

Fuck. He absolutely cannot see us together.

He already knows enough, and I don't want him to slip up to my daughter.

"Hey, you okay?" Iris asks, and when I look at her, the guilt is back.

"Of course. Come on. Let's go," I hiss, and lead her toward the back office.

She's giggling as we go, and the sight of her is priceless. "Can't we have a drink?"

"No. No drinks. Just my cock. That's what you want, right?"

"Fuck yes. I need it. Give me everything. Give it to me," she hisses, and the minute the door is closed, we're locked in a kiss.

"Baby, I own that pussy, and I know it's dripping wet for me…but," I groan, then push back. "Look, we need to cool it. For a while. Jaxon's here. And we've got a lot of stuff to sort out."

"Of course. Yeah. Let's talk," she whispers.

"Good. Sit," I hiss, pointing toward the desk.

"Where?"

"Right here. Spread your legs, baby. Open for me," I command, and when she does, my mouth is watering.

"Fuck, you're wetter than I thought," I hiss, and I rub her clit with my thumb.

"Viper, stop teasing," she groans, and the moment she's close, I pull away. "Fuck!"

"Don't worry, baby. You're getting what you want. You're just not coming yet," I hiss, and as I sit behind my desk, the view is perfect.

"But why?"

"Because, baby. Patience," I smile, and her pouty lips make me hard.

"Okay, okay. I'm a patient person," she huffs.

"Good. Now, let's get started. There's a lot of stuff we need to discuss."

"Okay. But can you at least fuck me while we're talking? That'll make it easier," she whispers, and I laugh.

"Oh, baby. No, I just want to watch you. Touch yourself," I hiss, and she starts playing with her pussy.

"Viper, I'm so fucking wet," she whimpers.

"I know, baby. I can see just how wet I make you," I groan.

"Viper, please," she hisses, and when I don't answer, her fingers are working harder and faster.

"Keep going. That's a good girl," I hiss, unzipping my pants.

"You're really going to leave me like this? Teasing me?"

"No. You're going to come for me, baby," I hiss. "Look, this is the last time. The last time we do this, okay?"

"Why? What do you mean?" she cries, and her tears are too much.

I can see the worries on her face, so I do my best to tame them.

The last thing I want is to see such a beautiful woman cry.

"We can't keep doing this in secret. My daughter is home, and we're biding our time until she finds out.. "

"What? What the hell are you saying?," she begs, her fingers moving faster.

"You know what I'm saying, now come on, you're almost there, baby. Don't stop. Just a bit longer," I groan.

"You're serious?" she whimpers, and her body is shaking.

"Yes. Come, baby. Come," I groan, and when she does, her body is shaking uncontrollably.

I force her to keep her fingers on her pussy, and after a few minutes, her body is shaking even worse than before.

."Daddy," she moans, the desperation evident in her voice

I hiss. "Cum for me, girl."

"No. No," she hisses.

"Cum, baby," I repeat, and her body shakes as she comes again.

"No. Fuck. Fuck!" she screams, her legs closing.

"Good. Good. Keep your hands down. Don't move. Let me see your beautiful cunt," I hiss, and make her lie down on my desk.

"Stop," she cries.

"Never."

"Yes, yes," she cries, and the tears running down her face make her look so breakable.

"Good. So, you're mine. We're fucking. I own your pussy. It's mine. All of it," I hiss, and before she can respond, my mouth is on her pussy.

"Fuck!" she screams, and when her thighs close around my head, I can't breathe.

I can feel her coming, that tight little cunt clenching against my face, but I don't stop.

"Stop. Please, stop. It's too much," she begs.

"No, not yet," I hiss, and when she comes again, my cock is dripping.

"Please," she cries, pushing my head away, and the sight of her, her cheeks red and tears streaming down her face, I almost find my release on sight.

"Oh, baby," I groan, and the second my mouth touches hers, the world is a beautiful place.

"That...that was intense," she whispers, and when she smiles, it's the most beautiful thing in the world. "What's...next?"

"Now, I'm going home," I hiss. "You're going back to your house, where for the meantime, you will proceed to forget all about me until the new year. We're not hiding anything if we're not doing anything currently, do you get what I'm saying? Until then, you are not to mention my name, or tell anyone about me. And then, the New Year's party is the new beginning for us."

"But that's almost a month away," she cries.

"Don't exaggerate. It's going to be hard, baby, but we've got to keep a distance. I'll see you at the Christmas party at my place, but not a second before," I mutter. "Got it?"

"No, Viper.No, please. Don't do this. It feels like I'm being punished." she whimpers, and when she looks into my eyes, her pain is palpable.

"I'm sorry, baby. But I have to. We have to," I hiss. "We have a lot to talk about. So, I'll text you tomorrow."

"Okay," she sniffles.

"Get dressed, and get out of here," I say, handing her the dress.

"What? No, please," she cries, reaching for my cock. "I want it. You said we could."

"I changed my mind," I say, and the look of defeat in her eyes makes my chest hurt.

"But, why? I thought...I thought you were serious. About me being yours," she whispers, and her words cut through me. "Don't you want to fill me up one more time before our one month hiatus?"

"This is a trial run for the long month we'll have," I say, and her tears are too much. "Iris, please don't fight me on this."

"Okay. I'll go," she whispers, and when her arms wrap around me, I let myself fall apart.

"You're mine. Always. And I'll be waiting for you. But, for now, I can't. I can't risk this. Risk hurting her," I hiss, and as the words leave my lips, they cut through me. "We both know I've hurt Allegra enough."

"Fine," she whimpers, and as I pull away, I take one final look. "I'll miss you, Daddy."

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to miss you too," I hiss.

"Then stay," she cries desperately.

"I can't. I'm sorry, baby. So, so sorry," I hiss.

"Yeah. Me too," she whispers, and with that, she gets dressed.

She leaves without a word, and the second the door closes, I know this is wrong.

I have a choice. And, right now, the choice is easy.

My daughter comes first.