Daddy's Girl

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Night after night, despite my better judgment, I will return to a place deemed The Sanctuary. What is The Sanctuary? By definition, it should be a place of refuge, a safe haven, but I've never truly felt safe here. Certainly not with this man whose name I'm not allowed to disclose even though it is well known to the public.

He reserves a spot for us in the luxe VIP section. A place fit for royalty. We're veiled and protected by silk draperies that cascade from a dark starlit ceiling. Red fluorescents cast a dim provocative light around the lounge area that's engulfed by the sound of sensual music. I can feel it thumping in my chest like a strong and steady heartbeat. As I shift in my seat, black leather clings to the skin of my bare thighs. It reminds me of another man and a wave of heat comes over me.

This man, seated before me, is nothing like him. He doesn't hold a candle to the flame in my mind but still, I allow his unfamiliar hands to wander up my skirt. The low hum of other patrons reminds me that we're not alone and I peek out from between the curtains in search of wandering eyes. All I find are inky figures lurking in dark corners, whispering and exchanging explicit secrets of their own. Pure, unadulterated lust permeates the air like the strong scent of his cologne. It stings my nostrils and burns in my throat. I press my painted lips against the rim of a martini glass yet it does nothing to wash the bitter taste of him from my tongue. I can hardly breathe.

In an attempt to escape his clutches I gaze out the windows at the sparkling city lights below. Hundreds of thousands of people, too small to see from this height, are wandering the busy streets. They're completely oblivious to what resides here. To the general public, this is just another high-rise for the city's skyline aesthetics. They stroll right past us thinking this is just another luxury hotel that they could never afford. In a way, they're right. Only the most expensive and exclusive guests are allowed access here but this place is an illusion.

Beauty and opulence paint over an otherwise dark and seedy reality. After all, who would be stupid enough to descend into this circle of hell if it weren't filled to the brim with temptation? As I turn back to the truth blatantly splayed out before me I'm suddenly whisked away in the memory of how I ended up in this place. When I sold my soul to the most persuasive, charismatic, and devastatingly sexy man I've ever tasted. The devil himself.

And god how I wish he were here to save me now...