Daddy

The boyfriend's eyes narrowed, clearly caught off guard by the stranger in his living room. Janine blinked, pulling herself up a little straighter, her hand slipping off his shoulder as confusion flickered across her face.

"Who the hell are you?" the boyfriend asked, his voice low, filled with irritation.

Dick didn't bother answering right away. Instead, he plopped down in the armchair across from them, stretching out his legs and resting his feet on the table like he owned the place. He chewed on another handful of snacks, watching them both with a calm, almost bored expression.

Janine's brow furrowed, the confusion deepening as she glanced between Dick and her boyfriend. "Excuse me, but do we know you?" she asked, her voice tight.

Dick leaned back, one arm draped over the back of the chair, his gaze flicking to Janine. She was attractive, he'd give her that. Mid-forties, but she'd taken care of herself. Brunette, neatly styled, makeup perfectly done even for a night in. The boyfriend? Some midlife-crisis douchebag, clearly punching above his weight with her. No wonder Alice hated him.

"No," Dick finally said, his voice casual, "but you're about to."

The boyfriend's hand tightened on Janine's thigh, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly. "Look, man, I don't know what your deal is, but you need to get the fuck out of here."

Dick smirked, popping another snack into his mouth. "I'm not going anywhere," he said calmly, eyes locking onto the boyfriend's with a cold, unflinching stare. "But you might want to listen before you start getting brave."

Janine glanced at her boyfriend, then back at Dick, her suspicion growing. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice sharp now, more demanding.

Dick took his time, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he fixed his gaze on Janine. "What I want," he said slowly, "is for you to stop fucking with Alice's life."

Janine's eyes widened slightly, but her boyfriend was quicker to react. "Alice? The little slut called his boyfriend to cry," he spat, leaning forward as if he could intimidate Dick from across the room. "She's lucky Janine hasn't kicked her out already."

Dick chuckled coldly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous amusement. "I'm going to enjoy the look on your faces when I'm done with you two."

Janine's face twisted in confusion and anger, her hand instinctively reaching for her phone on the coffee table. Dick's smirk only widened. Predictable, he thought. Without hesitation, he was on his feet, closing the distance between them in two strides. Before Janine could blink, Dick had snatched the phone out of her hand and tossed it onto the couch beside her.

"You're not calling anyone," he said calmly, his voice laced with a quiet authority that sent a shiver down Janine's spine.

The boyfriend stood up, his chest puffed out like he was ready for a fight. "Listen, asshole, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you better get out of here before I make you."

Dick laughed, the sound low and mocking. "Make me? Go ahead. Try."

The boyfriend lunged, but Dick was faster. He sidestepped easily, grabbing the man by the collar and twisting, slamming him back into the couch with enough force to make him wince. The guy was all show, no real fight in him. Dick could see the fear flicker in his eyes as he realized just how outmatched he was.

"I suggest you sit the fuck down," Dick said, his voice deadly calm. "Before you make an even bigger fool of yourself."

The boyfriend, wide-eyed and panting, stayed down, his bravado gone. He glanced nervously at Janine, but she was frozen, her eyes locked on Dick as if she couldn't quite process what was happening.

Dick turned his attention back to Janine, stepping closer until he was towering over her. She shrank back slightly, her confidence from moments ago crumbling under the intensity of his gaze.

"You've spent your life controlling people, haven't you?" Dick asked softly, his tone almost conversational. "Alice, your ex-husbands, this idiot over here." He jerked his thumb toward the boyfriend, who flinched at the insult. "But that ends tonight."

Janine's eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. "I-I'm just trying to do what's best for my daughter," she stammered, her voice faltering.

Dick's eyes narrowed. "You're trying to live through her. You can't stand that she's her own person, so you punish her every time she steps out of line."

He looked at her, activating Analytical Thinking. Everyone had a kink, something that unfurled their purest desires. Janine was no different—she was a control freak, probably with a dominant streak, but Dick wasn't about to let her step on his cock just to keep her satisfied. The usual trick of reversing roles might've worked on someone less complex, but Janine? No, she needed something different. He had to dig deeper, find the weak spot that would unravel her in ways she wouldn't see coming.

Dick's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her, the subtle shifts in her posture, the way her eyes darted between him and the boyfriend slumped on the couch, still smarting from the earlier altercation. Janine's fear was real, but underneath that? A thrill. She was trying to control the situation, but he could see the way her breathing quickened, her pupils dilating slightly. She wasn't just scared—she was excited. 

Dick furrowed his brows, disgust creeping into his thoughts. Rape play? The mere suggestion repulsed him. He despised rape—whether it was real or part of some twisted game. He wasn't here to indulge in someone's sick fantasy, no matter how much Janine might have craved a warped sense of submission. The idea of using her body like that, violating her autonomy—even with her consent—left a sour taste in his mouth. No, this wasn't about force, and he wasn't about to degrade himself or her in that way.

Something else, Dick thought, inspecting her more closely. His eyes swept over Janine, cataloging every subtle movement, every flicker of emotion. Her breathing was uneven, her hands trembling slightly, but it wasn't just fear driving her. There was something deeper. She kept stealing glances at her boyfriend, who was now slumped on the couch, still reeling from Dick's earlier move.

Dick's gaze shifted to the wall behind them. A framed picture caught his attention—an old black-and-white photograph of a man. He looked to be in his late fifties, maybe early sixties, with sharp features and a hard expression. The resemblance to Janine's current boyfriend was unmistakable, though this man had more of a commanding presence, a real authority in his posture that the boyfriend sorely lacked.

He flicked his eyes back to Janine, who had been watching him closely. The moment their eyes met, she looked away quickly, almost guiltily. Daddy issues. Dick nearly laughed at how textbook it was. Her boyfriend wasn't just a partner—he was a surrogate, someone she had chosen because he resembled her father in all the right ways. That need for control she exerted over Alice, over everyone in her life, wasn't just about power—it was about recreating some lost dynamic from her childhood, some authority figure she had never been able to fully satisfy.

Her gaze drifted back to Dick, her eyes flitting nervously between him and the boyfriend, as if unsure of where to settle. But Dick saw it clearly now. This was her kink—power and control, rooted in something far more personal than the superficial dominance games she played with those around her. She wasn't just afraid of losing control; she was terrified of what would happen if someone like her father, or someone who could fill that role, finally took it away from her.

Dick leaned back, eyes narrowing as he considered his next move. He despised force, and rape disgusted him to the core. But playing into Janine's fucked-up psychology? Yeah, that was something he could work with. She didn't want a thug pushing her around; she wanted someone to dominate her, to fill that father-shaped void she carried deep inside. Basically, she needed a daddy.

Dick smiled, his voice low and authoritative. "Jan, come to papa."

The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken command. Janine froze, her eyes widening in shock, but it wasn't just fear in her expression. It was confusion—confusion mixed with something far more primal, something that stirred deep inside her. Her breath hitched as her gaze flickered from Dick to her slumped boyfriend, who sat there useless, eyes fixed on them, not knowing what to do.

"You heard me," Dick said, leaning back in the armchair, patting his lap. His tone was calm, but there was an edge to it, a firmness that demanded compliance. "Get over here."

Janine blinked, the room suddenly feeling much smaller than before. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, unsure of what to do, but she didn't move. The hesitation wasn't lost on Dick, and his patience was wearing thin. He let out a slow breath, locking eyes with her.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

That did it.

She stood up, shaky at first, but moving. Each step toward him felt heavy, like she was crossing time and space, walking towards her father. Disobedience wasn't an option.

She stopped just short of him, eyes wide and searching, as if trying to make sense of her own actions. Dick didn't blink, didn't move—he simply waited.

Janine sank into his lap, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. She didn't know what to do with her hands, her body stiff and awkward against his. Dick's arm curled around her waist, pulling her closer, forcing her to relax into him. She trembled at the contact, the warmth of his body seeping through her clothes.

"Good girl," he muttered, his voice low and firm. Janine shivered at the words, her skin prickling with the praise. Her mind went back to her childhood.

Her boyfriend shifted on the couch, eyes darting between the two of them, clearly unsure of what was happening. He started to say something, but the look Dick shot him cut him off immediately. He slumped back in silence, his presence reduced to that of a bystander, powerless to intervene.

Dick's fingers traced up Janine's spine slowly, barely touching but enough to send a jolt through her. She bit her lip, her gaze locked on his chest, refusing to look up at him. His hand stopped at the nape of her neck, gripping just enough to remind her who was in control now.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

It took her a second, but she obeyed. Her eyes met his, and the vulnerability there was undeniable. She wasn't just scared—she was lost, her entire world turned upside down in the span of a few minutes. But beneath all that fear, Dick could see something else—a flicker of desire, a need for someone to take everything from her, to relieve her of the crushing weight of control.

Dick's thumb brushed against her jaw, tilting her chin up so she couldn't look away. "You've spent so long trying to control everyone around you," he said quietly, his tone laced with authority. "But deep down, you don't want that, do you?"

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she tried to find her voice. "I… I don't know," she whispered, her words barely audible, but the tremor in her voice gave her away.

Dick leaned in slightly, his lips hovering near her ear. "You do know," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You've always known."

Her body tensed, a small gasp escaping her lips as his hand slid down, gripping her waist more firmly. His other hand moved up to her throat, not squeezing, but resting there. She could feel her pulse racing beneath his fingertips, her entire body hyper-aware of every point of contact between them.

"Tell me," Dick whispered, his voice low, dark. "Tell the papa what you want, Janine."

She hesitated, her hands clenching in her lap, but the words came anyway, spilling out before she could stop them. "I don't want to be in control anymore," she breathed, her voice shaky. "I can't… I don't know how to stop."

Dick smiled, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her gasp again, her body responding to him in ways she never thought possible. "Good girl," he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You don't have to stop. I'll do it for you."

Her breath hitched, and she didn't resist when he pulled her closer, her body molding against his. Dick's fingers traced the outline of her jaw, down to her collarbone, then lower, teasing the edge of her blouse.

"Call me Daddy," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine.

Janine's lips parted, her body trembling in his lap as his hands continued to explore her, but the words got stuck in her throat. She couldn't believe the situation—her own daughter's friend, a man half her age, sitting here, controlling her so effortlessly. And yet, she didn't fight it. The power he held over her, the way he seemed to know exactly how to unravel her, made her feel helpless and... alive.

"I—" she started, her voice faltering as his fingers slid inside the collar of her blouse, brushing against the skin just above her breasts. His touch was gentle, almost teasing, but there was an undeniable heat behind it.

"Say it," Dick coaxed, his thumb brushing across her lower lip. "You know you want to."

Her eyes fluttered shut as his hand traveled lower, tugging her blouse down just enough to expose the soft curve of her breasts. His touch made her pulse quicken, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts, but her body responded before she could think any further. She arched slightly, her hips pressing into him, desperate for more.

"Daddy," she whispered, barely audible, but it was enough.