Bitchy Daughter

“Fuck you! You never let me do anything!” Baelina shouts at me. “You’re so fucking controlling!”

“Honey calm down. I’m just doing what I think is best for you. Why don’t yo…”

“What’s best for me?! You just hate the idea that I’m having fun in college and now you’re gonna stop paying my tuition? How is this what’s best for me?” My step daughter is practically red. I hear her breathing hard in anger. If I was a poor boy her age I would be terrified.

“Honey, getting drunk and passed around by the frat boys is not what I’m paying for. I’m paying for you to get an education.” I know I probably sound condescending to her, but it was the truth. I wanted her to be successful, not some cum receptacle being passed around by multiple men. “Now you have two options. Either get your act together and start making up your grades, or drop out of college and get a job. Which one is it gonna be?”

Somehow her face became a few shades darker. As if she forgot how to say words she screams at the top of her lungs. I plug my ears and grimace. I knew what she was doing. She was summoning her trump card.

“What is going on down there?!” A voice yells from upstairs. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. This just went from bad to worse.

My wife, Helen, walked down the stairs and saw my step daughter, her biological daughter, crying. She points at me, “He’s gonna ruin my future. He’s going to stop paying for my tuition and I won’t be able to get a degree.” I roll my eyes. A degree in what? Spreading your legs?

“Is this true?” My wife hissed at me. I hated her. Years ago during a business trip to Italy, I was meeting with some big shot bankers to discuss merging our businesses together. We all celebrated our merge with drinks and a party on one of our yachts. That’s where I met her. This beautiful, lithe woman who just seemed to have it all. She played hard to get most of the night, but I was persistent. I spoke to one of my business partners about her, but he warned me, she is a gold digger, stay away from her. I should have listened.

“Yes! She’s coming home with a different guy every week, sometimes less, and don’t pretend you can’t hear them at night. They may as well be having sex in the living room! I can think of 100 good reasons why she shouldn’t go to college.” Helen starred daggers at me.

“I can think of one good reason she should…” She let those words hang in the air. The weight of them felt by everyone in the room. Clenching my teeth I kept my mouth shut. Baelina smirked at me, proving she was faking the tears for momma bear.

Before we were married Helen had me sign a prenup. At the time I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until later when I had an argument over buying her a new purse (She had over 50 by the way), that she threatened to divorce me. I laughed in her face then, but she smirked and said I should go back and read our prenup. Turns out, she had one of the best marriage lawyers in the world, and the prenup was designed to fuck me over. Like, all the way over. Backwards too. When I said “I do” I may as well have signed my soul to the devil. If we split, I wouldn’t get anything. Not the house, not the cars, not even my own business. I knew I was fucked, but it only got worse when I caught her cheating.

I remember walking into our bedroom one day to see her riding one of the college guys Baelina brought home maybe two weeks before. She was screaming out an orgasm right when the door fully swung open. Safe to say there was a very angry discussion after this, but when she brought up the prenup? I could only eat this humiliation. So now I am a hostage in my own marriage. She holds a divorce over my head like a guillotine, and the blade could drop at any moment.

Back in the present I was grinding my teeth together. I wanted more than anything to just say fuck it and walk away from everything, even my life’s work. ButI kept quiet.

“A good little boy aren’t you? Just need the right motivation to listen to reason.” One slap wouldn’t hurt right? She definitely deserved it. As if sensing my thoughts she continued, “I’m sensing a bit of anger from you. Go cool off in the office, and then we can discuss this again once you’ve found your manners.”

My chest burned with heat. Fuck this bitch. I did what she wanted though, because what other choice was there? I walked to my office and slammed the door shut. Yeah that was a little childish, but reason was out the window.

Sitting down at my computer I decided to do some work to let off some steam. Clicking away, running calculations, estimating costs, I started to think about the last time I had sex. It had been years at this point. Helen stopped soon after our marriage, and now she slept in an entirely different room. I started feeling an intense hatred for her because for sure she had to be sleeping with other men besides the one I walked in on. What a fucking whore. She deserved to be used and abused. Not even treated like a human. Neither of them did. My thoughts drifted to Baelina, what sexy body she had. Great legs, great tits, great face! I was surprised with what I was imagining. However the guilt and surprise quickly wore off. That little bitch deserved a REAL fucking. She wanted to be bent over by every man on campus, I should show her was a real cock looks like.

After imagining all the ways that one could hate fuck someone (Bending her into every position, slamming my cock down her throat, into her anus, making her cum endlessly with my massive shlong), I had obviously become horny. I wasn’t going to get any play from my wife, and she kept tabs on all the woman I talked to, because god forbid that I cheat while she runs the town. Right then, while lamenting over my life, my buddy calls. Deciding to vent to him, I answered.

“Hey hey, buddy! How’s it going?” Happy and easy going, as always. He does this sort of half chuckle and continues, “Just felt a disturbance in the **** and wanted to see how bridezilla was treating you.”

“Damn dude. Can you actually use the ****? Because you hit the fucking nail on the head.”

“Ooooh shit. That woman got you down again? I’m telling you dude. Fuck the consequences and leave that bitch!”

I grimace. Just the thought of leaving all my hardworking behind gives me a stomach ache. I had spent YEARS, plural, of my life building myself up and building this company. Just to throw it away seemed like throwing my whole life away. “You know I can’t do that dick head. You know the fucked up situation I’m in.”

“Thought you might say that. Well buddy, I just discovered something I think you might be interested in…”

This definitely piqued my interest. “Go on…”