shity day

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Esther #

I was worried, it had been 3 weeks and mom hadn't came home. Denis is on the phone with the police. I heard him yell "what do you mean she was found dead?!" I ran to him. He hung up.
"Kitten, she... Died." At that moment I wanted to cry.
I hugged Denis. "They said you can choose to live with whoever, I understand if you don't wanna stay with me." He spoke. "Of course I'm staying with you!" I told him. He smiled. I loved his smile, it made me happy.
He picked me up and brought me downstairs. He set me down on the couch. "We have something to tell you." He spoke.
"Esther." He suggested.

" um m-my mom is uh dead and uh I would l-love it if you all um stayed." I spoke. They all nodded.
The cuts from Denis punishing me were still there. I was in black and purple cotton shorts, knee high socks and a tight black crop top. I get up and go to the bathroom, Denis follows me.
"You OK babygirl?" He asks.
I'm not, I'm really dead. I'm not OK. "I uh yeah, I'm f-fine daddy." I lie, I can't tell him im not Ok. He'll get worried. " kitten. Are you lying?" He asked in a stirn voice. "No. I promise." I lied again. He nodded and left.
I sighed and took off my knee high socks and left the bathroom.
I put on a fake smile. "Ben, can we talk?" I asked. "Nope, gotta go." Damnit you dick!

...SMUT...

I went upstairs to my room, Denis had added a new rule.
No touching myself. I am gonna break the fuck out of that rule!
I closed the door and laid on my bed. I slipped my hand under my waist band and started rubbing circles around my clit, making myself moan. I slipped a finger in and pumped. I kept pumping.
Moaning and breathing.
"That's a rule broken Missy." I heard Denis. I pulled my hand out. " I I I uh I daddy Its not what it looks like." I tried to cover it up.

"Don't lie babygirl."

"I'm not."

"Punishment?" I finally gave up.
"I'm sorry daddy! I just i-" he interrupted. "Don't do it again kitten." I nodded my head.

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