(A/N: I'm pretty sure that this message is redundant since I think if you're this far in the Corrupted Desire world, you know what you're getting into, but this chapter is going to be especially dark and twisted, and a bit on the depressing side if that sort of thing is an issue for you.)
What would Alex do? It was how Daisy wanted to feed these next two times. Sure, that train of thinking had some massive flaws in execution but if Daisy thought of what Alex would do if he were a girl, it helped her get into more of a...theatrical state of mind, which is what she was going for. She didn't want her target to be alarmed yet and thanked the bare bones nature of office at the moment.
She only had to deal with security, the odd person here and there, and lastly the secretary. They were quick meals. Almost disappointingly so. Sex just made feeding feel so much better. It was more fulfilling that way. When she just triggered an easy orgasm and fed right then, it was just...meh. Even the orgasm triggered from it was duller.
But it would all be worth it. Truthfully, she did spend a little more time with the secretary than necessary. She just wanted to know if said secretary was fulfilling her stereotypical extracurricular activities and fucking her boss. Daisy wasn't sure if she was proud or disappointed when she discovered that she just did her job and nothing more. But after that small bit of fun was done, there were only two people left in the office and only one of them was human.
Daisy looked around the office nostalgically. She hadn't been here since she was a little girl. It was a bit of a surreal experience. But like always, remembering her past was very bittersweet. It was less painful to just focus on the present. A smile crossed her face as she approached the door, running her fingers along the name plate.
DEXTER RIDLEY
Despite trying to keep her mind on the present, she distinctly remembered not being tall enough to reach that nameplate. It brought a chuckle from her lips. With that last gesture, Daisy took a deep breath and entered the office.
"Stacy, I thought I made it clear that I wasn't to be disturbed." Dexter grumbled without looking at the door. His eyes remained on his computer screen while his fingers tapped away.
Daisy cocked her head to the side, looking over her father. He was tall and thin, his short blonde hair was a little darker than hers had been but was immaculately styled as usual. His cleanly shaven face was stern with concentration, the monitor reflecting off his glasses as he continued to type. Daisy had always thought he'd looked older than he was, and wondered if part of it was the stress of being married to her mother more than the stress he put himself under at work. Not that it mattered anymore. "It's me, Dad."
Dexter blinked in confusion before giving Daisy the merest of glances and then turning back to his monitor. "Daisy, go home. I'm working. This is very inappropriate."
Daisy couldn't help but to giggle. She should have just come naked. She was sure it would have gotten the exact same response. She knew that when he said inappropriate, he was not referring to the scantily clad way in which she was dressed, but her appearance at his job in the first place. And she'd gone out of her way to dress to impress. It was the same outfit that had made Devon's eyes bug out of his head when he let her into the party. Wearing that outfit just seemed...appropriate with what she was going for, despite her father's indifferent demeanor towards it.
"But Daaaaaaad, I need to talk to you about something." Daisy whined in her best bratty voice, crossing her arms across her chest, only further amplifying the abundant cleavage her father was completely oblivious to. "It's really important!"
"Then talk." Dexter muttered, his fingers still tapping away at the keyboard. "But I won't be listening until you're an adult and you talk to me at a more appropriate time."
Daisy's eyes narrowed and a mischievous grin spread across her lips. He was completely serious. It wasn't the first time that he just decided to tune her out when he didn't want to hear what she had to say for one reason or another. "I'm going to rape you, Dad. I'm going to fuck you and then you're going to die with your cum in my pussy. Also, I'm kind of a demon now.
"I've also been fucking this older guy lately. He's around your age. I kinda thought I just had Daddy issues that I took out on him, but I think it's a little more than that. He's nothing like you other than the age thing. Well...except when he orders me around, I suppose, but on the whole, you don't really do that much either. Oh! I'm also going to be killed in a few days. But everyone in this town will be dead by then, so... yeah."
"Mhm." Dexter murmured. "You done?" Before Daisy could answer, he continued, "Good. Now go home. We'll talk about this later."
"Which part? The me raping you part, the Daddy issues or the mass murder?" Daisy asked cutely. Talking to her Dad was like talking to a bad AI bot. It had prerecorded responses for everything so you could either be frustrated by that or have some fun with it.
"If you're not gone by the time I look up, I'm calling your mother. And I'm sure neither of us wants that." Dexter threatened, his irritation at Daisy's continued disobedience showing more and more.
"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." Daisy taunted, grinning ear to ear.
Dexter sighed and reached for his phone, but that was as far as he got before both his cell and work phone went flying across the office, shattering on impact with the wall. He had just enough time question how it all happened before Daisy had ripped off the arms of his office chair, making it that much easier to straddle him.
"Wh-?" Was all Dexter was able to get out before Daisy grabbed his head and forced him into a deep kiss, taking full advantage of his already open mouth. Keeping herself under control, Daisy made sure that the souls were held back enough that the kiss was much more pleasant than any kiss with your daughter should be but nowhere near orgasmic.
Moaning in both surprise and pleasure, Dexter was ill equipped to deal with the sudden oral onslaught. Even without the help of the souls, Daisy knew this was probably the best kiss her father had gotten in quite some time. She made full use of being able to see his pleasure to give the kiss her all. She was just curious to see how long she could make out with him before it finally triggered in his mind that his very quickly growing erection was being caused by someone he helped to create with it.
Dexter's eyes shot even wider with horrific realization as he gripped Daisy by the hair, pulling and yanking to get her off him. Daisy tried not to laugh at his efforts and to just keep up the act for a bit longer to fuck with his head, releasing the liplock only to moan, "Oh God! Yes, Daddy! Just like that! Pull it harder!" And forced her lips back onto his, feeling his anger growing as his frustration, both normal and sexual reached an apex.
Only then did Daisy break the kiss, leaving her father a panting, irritated mess as he tried to regain his composure. "Do I have your attention now, Dad?" Daisy asked with a deadpan expression on her face, in direct contrast with over the top passion she was showing earlier.
"What the Hell is wrong with you?!" Dexter shot back, furiously. He tried to get Daisy off him only to realize that she wasn't budging despite the fact that all logic would state that he should have easily been able to do so.
"You don't have enough time for me to answer that." Daisy replied with a chuckle. "But I'll assume that I do have your...attention..." To further emphasize that last word, she wiggled her hips suggestively over the clear bulge she was sitting on.
Dexter shuddered at the movement, both in pleasure and disgust. "Get off me, now!"
Daisy's eyes immediately narrowed and flashed gold for a short enough time that Dexter wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Give me another order, Dad. See what happens." As she made her threat, Daisy menacingly placed her hand on Dexter's throat.
"What...?" Dexter was able to get out, as Daisy had yet to begin actually choking him, but the blend of fear and confusion were still clear despite his inability to vocalize it all.
Daisy's scowl turned into a playful grin as she allowed her touch to give her father enough pleasure to make him uncomfortable. "This wouldn't be nearly as confusing if you just listened to me. But you never paid any attention to me before. Why start now?"
"Fine." Dexter grunted. "I'm listening."
"That easy, huh?" Daisy rolled her eyes. "You know, when most people want attention from their fathers, they just have to say, 'Hi Dad,' not borderline rape them, but
whatever
..."
"I guess you always did play to your strengths." Dexter replied dryly.
Daisy's eyes shot wide for a moment. "Did you just call me a slut?"
"No. I implied it." Dexter said with a sigh. "You're not exactly proving me wrong."
