Chapter 2

The sound of Mom's footsteps stopped right outside the heavy wooden door. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might pass out. I was still on my knees, skirt bunched around my waist, thighs slick with my own juices, trembling from that ruined, humiliating orgasm.

Kane's expression didn't change. He set his whiskey glass down calmly and stood, adjusting his shirt before opening the door just enough to block her view of me.

"Everything's fine, darling," he said in that smooth, authoritative voice he used in court. "Piper came to me for some legal advice about her… situation with Jax. We're just talking it through."

Mom pushed the door open a little wider anyway. Her eyes landed on me — still kneeling on the carpet, flushed and disheveled. Her face twisted with disgust.

"Piper! What the hell are you doing on the floor like that?" She glared at me, then at Kane. "This is exactly what I was afraid of. Running around with that biker trash — that Jax boy. I told you he was no good! Look at you, dressed like a little slut, sneaking around at night. Are you proud of yourself? Turning into some cheap whore for a criminal?"

Her words stung like whips. I bit my tongue hard, staring at the floor. I wanted to snap back, to tell her how suffocating her constant control had always been — the rules, the judgment, the way she tried to mold me into her perfect little doll. That same pressure was exactly why I had rebelled… and why I was now soaking wet on my knees for the man she trusted most.

Kane placed a steadying hand on Mom's shoulder, his voice low and reassuring. "She's upset and confused. I'm handling it. Go back to bed, sweetheart. I'll make sure Piper understands the consequences."

Mom hesitated, shooting me one last warning look, but eventually let Kane guide her away. The moment the door clicked shut and the lock turned, the air in the study grew thick again.

Kane walked back to his chair and sat down, legs spread wide, looking like a king on his throne. His dark eyes burned into me.

"Back where you were, princess. Legs spread. Fingers on that sloppy little cunt. Continue."

I whimpered but obeyed, crawling slightly closer and spreading my knees on the carpet. My pussy was even wetter now, swollen and aching from the ruined orgasm and the terrifying interruption.

"Describe it," Kane ordered, voice low and filthy. "Tell Daddy exactly how your dirty pussy feels while your mother is right upstairs."

My fingers circled my clit again, slow and obedient. "It's… so wet, Daddy… I can hear how slick I am. My clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. Every time Mom called me a slut… it made me clench. I'm dripping down my thighs."

Kane's smile was dark and satisfied. He palmed the massive bulge in his pants lazily. "That's right. You're not her perfect little girl anymore. You're Daddy's secret whore. Keep rubbing. Faster. And if you stop or cum without permission, I'll let Jax rot in prison for twenty years. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy…" I moaned, fingers moving quicker. The shame burned hotter than the pleasure. I was supposed to be begging for my boyfriend's freedom, but right now, Jax felt like nothing. All I cared about was the commanding man in front of me — the one who saw through every lie and made my body sing.

Kane's dirty talk grew harsher, more precise. "Look at you, kneeling in your stepfather's study with your cunt dripping on my carpet. Your mother has no idea her precious daughter is fingering herself like a desperate slut for me. Does that make you wetter, princess? Knowing I own you now?"

I nodded frantically, hips rocking shamelessly against my hand. "Yes… God, yes… I'm so close again. Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad…"

"Cum then," he growled softly. "But you say my name when you do. Loud enough for me to hear who you really belong to."

The permission broke me. My fingers flew over my swollen clit, plunging two inside my tight heat, curling desperately. The orgasm hit like a freight train — powerful, shameful, and all-consuming. My thighs shook violently as I cried out,

"Daddy— Kane! Fuck— Daddy!"

Waves of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy gushing around my fingers, soaking the carpet beneath me. I kept rubbing through it, riding every spasm until I was a trembling, breathless mess.

When I finally came down, Kane crooked a finger at me.

"Good girl. Now pull your skirt down and go apologize to your mother. Tell her you're done with Jax. And don't you dare clean up those pretty thighs first."

My legs were still weak, but I stood on shaky heels. I could feel my juices slowly trickling down the inside of my thighs as I walked to Mom's bedroom. The scent of my arousal clung to me.

Mom was sitting up in bed, arms crossed. I lowered my head and apologized, voice soft. "I'm sorry, Mom. I was stupid. I won't see Jax anymore. Kane… Mr. Voss made me understand how bad he really is."

She studied me suspiciously. "How exactly did he convince you so quickly?"

Heat flooded my core again at the memory of what had just happened in the study. My pussy clenched, another fresh trickle sliding down my leg. "He's… a really good lawyer. Very persuasive."

Mom snorted but seemed satisfied enough. "Good. Stay away from trash like that. I don't want to catch you sneaking around again."

"I won't, Mom. I promise."

As I closed her door and walked back down the hallway, my heart raced with dark excitement.

I wasn't done rebelling.

I was just getting started — with my bad Daddy.