Daddy s Little Whore Part 1
“Where have you been young lady?!” I turned slowly towards the voice to see my dad sitting on the couch, an empty glass in his hand, a half-empty whisky bottle on the side table. Anger flashed in his dark eyes as he rose, slightly unsteady, to his feet, his presence menacing as he stalked over to me, six feet tall, dark eyes and hair, his body lean and muscular, like a Jaguar with prey in its sights. “Well young lady?” He asked stopping in front of me, towering over me. Fear crept through...