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"Really?" I reply, incredulous.



Rubio peers over the rims of his expensive-looking sunglasses, flashing  me a no-nonsense look. Then his gaze wanders down my body, eye-fucking  every inch of me. It makes me feel kind of funny. Part of me enjoys the  attention, but part of me wishes I had thought to wear something a  little less revealing than my bikini top and pink gym shorts.



"You better get that round little ass in gear," Rubio smirks and  repositions the conspicuous bulge in his pants, the blows an air kiss in  my direction.



I blush. I don't usually think of myself as having a round little ass  that could make a dick hard just by looking at it. But I know Rubio is  making a serious demand. Nobody keeps Beast waiting.



Following Rubio out my bedroom door, I catch a glimpse of myself in the  mirror. My long, brown hair is all tangled and damp from my morning swim  in the ocean. My nose is peeling from sunburn, but the rest of my  petite figure is nicely tanned, at least.



I trail Rubio down the long hallway to the elevator, and up to the  fourth floor, which is normally off limits to me. In the entire time I  have lived in my stepfather's villa, I have only stepped foot on the  fourth level a handful of times. Rubio leads me down the hall, to my  stepfather's office. He opens the door, then stands there. I'm confused  for a second, but he places a hand in the small of my back and firmly  guides me through, then shuts the door behind me, leaving me in the  shadowy, cavernous office with Beast. I try not to tremble. I don't want  him to notice my fear.



My stepfather's hulking body sits behind his mahogany desk. I see his  bald head and scarred face. He's wearing a dark business suit and a  silky blue tie, but it hangs loosely around his neck, the top buttons of  his collared shirt left undone.



"You wanted to see me, Daddy?" I ask.



"Sit down," he growls.



I comply, sliding into one of two leather chair placed before his desk.  He rocks back in his own chair, drawing out the silence, his body  looming above my own.



"Before your mother died, I made a promise to her. That I would provide  for you. Give you a home, a place to grow up in. As you know, I'm a man  of my word, and I keep my promises. I kept this one, as well. You were  given everything. Now that you're eighteen, I am no longer bound to my  promise."



I'm puzzled and unsure how to respond. I don't quite believe what he's  telling me. "Daddy," I ask, my voice shaking, "are you kicking me out?"



"Your college will be paid in full," my stepfather coolly replies. "You will no longer live in my home, under my roof. Unless."



My stepfather pauses. He frowns as his dark brown eyes drill into me.  Under the power of his gaze, I feel like I'm melting into my seat.



"Unless," he continues, "you will become my wife and bear my children. Then all of my billions will be yours as well."



My eyes widen in absolute shock. My mouth probably falls widen open, but  I'm too stunned to notice. First the surprise announcement that I will  be given one million dollars. Then the devastating second option. Marry  him? I could never. My brain goes so foggy, I have no idea how much time  passes. Probably a few minutes.



"You will make a decision and tell me in the morning," my stepfather says.



He picks up his phone. Everything is a blur, and I barely notice. A  minute later, Rubio has entered the office. He helps me to my feet and  escorts me back to my room. He shuts the door, and I lie down on my bed,  too dazed to say or do anything else.





III.



I'll take the college money and enroll in some university on the  opposite side of the planet. That's what I'll do. I'll grab whatever  cash I can, and run far, far away-as far as I can get from Beast and his  four-story villa and the beach and my friends and the only life I have  ever known.                       
       
           


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With my eyes closed, I can picture my stepfather's horrendous face. If I  was his wife  …  ugh! Would he expect me to perform wifely duties? There  is no way I could kiss a scarred mouth like that. And sex? With that  monster? His enormous cock pumping me full of creamy white monster  juice?



No thanks. I'll take the college fund and be on my way.



What would it even be like, I wonder? Being with Beast, I mean. I've  never had sex before, but I know the general idea. If I kept my eyes  closed, or he took me from behind, I wonder if I would be able to make  it through to his orgasm without throwing up. Or feeling like I had  violated the memory of my dead mother, for that matter.



As I lie in my own bed, alone with the door shut, I imagine his big  rough hands on my little body. He wouldn't be gentle. He'd tear off my  bikini top and pull down my shorts, and brutalize my virgin pussy,  stuffing me, stretching me to the breaking point. As my mind wanders, so  does my hand, to that special place between my legs. It's like my  fingers have minds of their own. I don't even realize they have begun to  caress my swollen mound, sliding under the band of my gym shorts,  feeling the outer lips of my pussy still trapped in my bikini bottom.



In my fantasy, Beast bends me over and shoves my face into my own  pillow. In real life I quietly moan as my fingers pleasure me, under my  bikini now, caressing the sensitive little bump of my tightening clit. I  can feel myself becoming wetter and I rub harder, faster, my fingers  searching between my folds, as my body rocks and trembles as waves of  pleasure emanate from between my legs.



Oh my God. I'm about to come. My breath quivers and the orgasm explodes  through my enraptured body. The second one is on its way  …



Knock! Knock! "Sofi! I'm coming in!" It's Rubio's voice. I frantically  pull my slick fingers out of my shorts, trying to ignore my throbbing  wet pussy as Rubio storms into my bedroom. He gives me a funny look.



"What were you doing?" he asks.



"Minding my own business," I reply.



"Whatever. I'm just here to let you know that you're having dinner with  Beast tonight. Banquet room. 7 p.m. Don't be late. And Sofia?"



Rubio smirks, eye-fucking my body like he did earlier in the day.



"Yeah, what?" I ask, rising anger in my voice.



"Better change out of that bikini," he smirks.



Rubio laughs and shuts the door, leaving me to get ready. I hit the  shower, washing the gritty beach sand from my long hair, my pussy still  sensitive from the attention I gave it a few minutes earlier. I want to  touch myself again, but there's no time. After my shower I fret over my  wardrobe, trying on several things before settling on a simple white  sundress. I like the way it accentuates my petite figure while managing  to make my perky little boobs to look bigger than they have any right  to. I should wear heels, too, but I'm a beach bum. Flip flops will have  to suffice.



Beast is waiting for me, alone, when I walk through the double doors of  our banquet hall on the ground level of the villa. Every time I step  foot in this place it takes my breath away. The slap of my flip flops  echoes across the cavernous room. Exquisite murals hang on the rich  wooden walls. A long table big enough to seat a hundred of Beast's  closest associates stretches down the middle of the room. A long row of  tall candles flicker in a glowing line down the center of the table.  Beast is sitting at his usual seat, the head. I walk toward my usual  place at the foot of the table, but Beast raises one finger and points  it toward the seat next to his. A place has been set for me there. I  gulp away my trepidation and will myself to walk toward him.



"Sit," he says, pushing my chair away from the table so I may comply with his order.



He says nothing else, but I can tell by his raised eyebrow that he has  noticed my change in attire. He likes that I dressed up for him. I stare  at the nearest candle, watching the golden flame. Things would be so  much less awkward if he would just say something. If he would say  something, one word, ever.



Should I just tell him now that I won't marry him? That I would never  marry him? That I appreciate everything he has done for me, everything  he has given me, and now it's time for us to be going our separate ways?



Just tell him. Just be brave, for once.



"Daddy," I ask, turning to face him.



He nods solemnly. He has positioned us so that the good side of his face  is closest to me. The scars are turned away, harder to see, though I  can still see the corner of his lip where it has been permanently gashed  open. His eyes are very dark, smoldering like coals. High cheekbones  and a chiseled jawline. His lips are full, almost pouty. If I were to  agree to marry him, that's the mouth I would kiss every night.