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"Princess?" Varun calls out, watching the petite woman walk past him in a tight, mini skirt. Shit. She is asking for it now . . . He thinks to himself, groaning a little when he catches the way her hips rock side to side as she walks. Damn. She is too hot.

"Yes, daddy?" Alia says, twirling around to face him, noticing the hunger in his eyes. She had not seen that kind of lust in him all day, and she was dying to see it.

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that, slut?" He says, his teeth gritting. Slut . . . A word Varun only ever used when angry or sexually frustrated.

"Shopping," Alia replies, turning back around and continuing to walk. But, slowly. She knows Varun will stop her, possessively, and eventually give her the attention she was looking for in the form of a wanted punishment.

Varun runs over and grabs Alia's hair, tugging it backwards, causing her to stop walking and instead smirk. She remains quiet, slowly turning to face her daddy. The look in his eyes said it all. Possession, frustration, lust. "No, you aren't going anywhere, Princess."

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