Just a Taste Part 5

Ch 5: Whatever You Say, Daddy

Isabella

December 16th, 2024- Montgomery Mansion, Columbia- 7:22 AM

Daddy sent a limo to collect me at exactly 7:00, reiterating his love for two things: money and punctuality. I'm on that list somewhere, but those are his priorities.

Such is the life of a Montgomery. Money, status, social accolades, and family.

On the way over, I had time to contemplate what happened yesterday. Not only did I witness involuntary manslaughter, but I learned about some dark, seedy underground world of killers, and hooked up with my savior.

Sounds insane, right? Wrong! The most confusing thing I've had to think about was losing my virginity.

That's right, when Mr. Sexy Shadow touched me, he broke my hymen. And what's worse is, I didn't even feel it or notice until a few hours later when my panties were full of blood!

I thought it might've been my period, but it didn't smell like hormonal blood. Yes, it has a unique smell. I'm not some weirdo, I promise.

Hormonal blood is deep and musky with undertones of copper and minerals. This blood? It was just copper scented. Meaning it was from a broken piece of flesh, from within.

Feeling embarrassed, I didn't even tell Marlena. She would be too curious, and I wanted to keep my fleeting liaison with him a secret.

Something tells me Daddy wouldn't approve of me losing my virtue to a stranger in a closet.

Daddy met me outside, standing there in his khaki pants, loafers, and dark blue sweatshirt, waving happily. Like an excited father should. I wonder passively if he's been outside for long, or if he just stepped out while waiting for his morning coffee?

Eduardo opened the door for me and said in his thick Hispanic accent, "We're here, Ms. Montgomery."

"Thank you, Eddie," I mumbled, sliding out of the car and into the frigid air. "Have a Merry Christmas, and don't let Daddy work you too hard, alright?"

He's always been so kind and hardworking; it kills me to see the harsh treatment Daddy gives his employees.

He gave me a nod and a polite smile. "You too, Ms. Montgomery, Feliz Navidad!" Then he delivered my luggage to the front door, got into the limo, and then drove away, off to another assignment most likely.

Daddy is... well, racist. There's no other way to put it. He's always calling his employees of certain ethnicities harsh words or treating them unfairly‌.

Eduardo works six days a week for a base rate, no overtime, and doesn't get any time off for holidays. That's rough, as he has a newborn daughter at home.

We're friendly and talk privately during our rides. It's the only area that's not under constant video or audio surveillance. Maybe it has to do with his business dealings?

Like, he has to keep them secret so that rival companies don't undermine him?

Either way, I'm grateful. Eduardo is a good guy, and I enjoy chatting with him.

"How was the trip, Issa? Eduardo give you any trouble?" Daddy asked, picking up my luggage and bringing it inside.

Shaking my head, I walked inside the mansion, reveling in the sudden warmth of home. "Nope." I beamed, giving him a small hug. "Everything is perfect!"

"Oh! There's my beautiful baby girl!" Mommy squealed. She dropped her spatula and rushed over to me. She crushed me with her hug. "You look fantastic! That diet Daddy has you on is fantastic!"

What she doesn't realize is how restrictive the diet is; she only sees the results, not my suffering.

She released me, asking sweetly, "Have you eaten yet?" I shook my head. Daddy specifically said not to eat until I got here. "Good, Rhonda and I are making a spinach egg white casserole."

Rhonda, who's a plump middle-aged African-American woman, smiled brightly at me. She gestured toward the coffeemaker and questioned, "Coffee, Ms. Isabella?"

I looked over at Daddy, waiting for his response. He nodded, mouthing 'no sugar' before sitting at the breakfast bar.

"Sure, no sugar please," I remarked, sitting down at the breakfast bar next to Daddy. "So, what's on the agenda, Daddy?"

He grunted, flipping through his cell phone dismissively. "Same business, different day. Oh, I made an appointment with Dr. Missung for you. In a few hours."

My heart pounded in my chest. Daddy wants me to see my OBGYN? Why?

"Um, for what reason, Daddy? I feel great, and my cycles are...normal." I inquired, trying to suppress my nervousness.

He shrugged. "You were attacked, so I want to confirm that everything is alright." You know, down there."

Blushing, I stammered, "He didn't...t-touch me like that, Daddy, I would've told you..."

Aggressively, he slammed his full coffee mug onto the counter. "I am a concerned father, Issa! I have a right to know what happens! This is just to put my worries at ease, so drop it!"

Nodding, I replied, "Whatever you say, Daddy."

With another grunt, he nodded.

The kitchen is silent. Everyone stared at him because of his outburst. He cleared his throat, sipped his coffee, and sighed. "Ah, this is great coffee, Rhonda! I don't know how you do it every time, but it tastes like heaven!"

Everyone relaxed and had breakfast as normal.

Daddy often made me go to the doctor for no reason. Just 'checking up' on me, he claims. Personally, I think he's paranoid that I'm on drugs or something.

And now a surprise OBGYN appointment? This feels like an invasion of privacy!

I don't believe that whole 'concerned father' thing. Asking me questions or checking in on my recovery process is one thing. This? Disgusting. Foul. Unforgivable.

What on Earth could he be thinking?

Also, what happens if she examines me on the inside? Will she see that my hymen is gone? If so, will she tell Daddy, or keep it between us?

Sitting in her waiting room, I panicked over these thoughts. Then, her nursing assistant called me back, snapping me out of my trance.

Walking into the examination room, I undressed as instructed and waited for Dr. Missung on the table.

Shaking with abject fear over this whole situation.

Please God, don't let Daddy find out!

When she entered and examined me, an awkward silence filled the room.

Then, as normal, she said:

"Everything looks fine, Isabella," Dr. Missung mentioned, yanking off her gloves with a snap. "You can relax, dear."

I tried to unclench my legs, but they won't move from the stirrups. "I'm sorry, I haven't undergone an examination for some time."

She smiled kindly. "Well, everything is perfect. Nothing abnormal. However, now that you're sexually active, I recommend birth control."

Fuck, I knew she would notice!

"Um, I'll think about it. Thank you." I mumbled, shakily removing my legs. "Do you report everything to Daddy?"

She shook her head. "Not if you don't want me to. I'm your doctor, not his. Does he know?" I shook my head furiously. "It'll be our secret, then. Just be careful."

Feeling lighter than before, I nodded. Relieved that my hook-up would remain a saucy secret. One that I would take to my grave.

When I get home, Daddy is waiting for me in the foyer. He asked for my paperwork, so I gave it. With a proud smile, he beamed, "That's my girl!"

1:07 AM 

I woke up in the middle of the night, as usual. Craving something to munch on. Hm, maybe Mommy and Rhonda have left some baby carrots in the fridge for me? Those are my favorite late-night snacks.

Boring, yes, but crunchy and juicy.

Making my way to the kitchen, I saw a shadow standing in the hallway. I froze. Shit, what's happening now?

"Tough time sleeping, Issa?" It whispered, trudging toward me.

Oh, it's Daddy! He must've heard my door open.

"Yeah, sometimes." I giggled, resuming my walk to the kitchen. "I'm just looking for a healthy, late-night snack. Is that alright?"

He didn't say anything, just kept walking closer to me, menacingly. My body shivered at his strange behavior. "Um, Daddy, is everything alright?"

Chuckling, he stopped moving, shaking his head. "When were you going to tell me?"

My body trembled Shit, is he asking what I think he's asking?

"I-I don't know-"

"You let a man fuck you!" he roared, charging at me with full force, shoving me into the wall. "After everything I've done for you, all the time and money I've invested, you've ruined it all!"

Sobbing, I asked, "What're you talking about!?" struggling to move because of my fear.

He grabbed my throat, pinning me against the wall. "You ungrateful little shit! You've ruined your meat!"

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