Jealous daughter

Nia’s POV

The house was too quiet. Nia hated the quiet. It dragged her into thoughts she didn’t want — how Big Sis and Daddy had barely touched her in weeks. The last time she’d felt truly seen was five days ago, when Lexi had let her between her thighs. And that had only happened because Nia had taken the initiative that morning, starved for contact, **** for proof she still mattered. She’d drawn out every shiver, given Lexi exactly what she loved, but even that stolen moment had been a drop in an empty cup.

She lounged in the living room, legs crossed, nails tapping a restless rhythm on the armrest. Each tick of the clock was a reminder: she wasn’t the center of their world anymore. She should have been. She used to be.

The front door opened. Two sets of footsteps. Nia’s head snapped up.

Worthless and the maid — Farida — stepped inside. Seeing them together sent a hot, mean spark through her chest. Her gaze locked on Worthless. The way she moved. The way her eyes dodged contact. Infuriating… and tempting.

Nia’s voice sliced through the stillness. “When Big Sis and Daddy aren’t here… you obey me. Right?”

Both lowered their eyes. “Good,” she said, letting the word drip with satisfaction.

“So,” she went on, letting her eyes rake over Farida before snapping back to Worthless, “another one. As if Lexi didn’t already have her toy.” The bitterness in her tone was sharp enough to cut.

“Go get me something to eat,” she ordered Farida without sparing her another glance. “Yes, Miss,” Farida murmured, head bowed, before hurrying away without hesitation.

Her focus returned to Worthless. She let the silence stretch until the girl fidgeted under its weight. “You… strip. Slowly. I want to see how well Lexi’s been keeping you.”

Worthless obeyed, each layer falling like an unspoken confession. When she stood bare, Nia’s smile sharpened. “On the floor,” she commanded, and Worthless dropped instantly. Nia extended her foot, pressing it against the girl’s chest before dragging it slowly upward. “You’re not good enough for her. You don’t deserve her.”

“Yes, Miss. Goddess is too kind to me,” Worthless whispered.

“Be quiet.” Nia pushed her toes into Worthless’s mouth, silencing her, making her tongue work in slow, reverent strokes. She kept her standing posture, watching from above as Worthless lay in submission, eyes lifted. The dominance was in the angle, the weight of her foot, the deliberate way she flexed her toes against that eager mouth — enough to make Worthless’s breath hitch around her foot.

Farida returned with the snacks, only to be met with Nia’s sharp gesture toward Worthless. “Get on her,” Nia ordered, voice low and edged. “Twist her nipples. Now.” Farida obeyed at once, dropping beside the kneeling girl, fingers finding and pinching hard. Worthless let out a muffled moan against Nia’s toes, her breath hot over them as if clinging to the only comfort she dared take. Nia’s gaze sharpened, and with her other foot she kicked the girl’s side. “Be still,you dumb bitch.” She didn’t stop watching, satisfaction curling in her chest. She wanted them both to see exactly who held the reins.

The front door opened again. Garrett entered.

The air shifted instantly, drawn toward him. His presence didn’t rush — it claimed.

“Oh, babygirl…” His voice was warm velvet with steel underneath. “What’s going on here?”

“Daddy…” she said, pout masking the bite in her words, “she’s been getting all the attention lately.”

That small, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Then it sounds like someone isn’t getting enough focus.” His gaze cut to Worthless. “Downstairs. Wait for your Goddess.”

Worthless rose instantly at his order — his commands were the only ones that outweighed those of her Goddess, a truth Lexi had made clear more than once.

Now Garrett turned his attention to Farida, his eyes steady as he asked, “Do you have the documents I asked for?” She kept her gaze lowered and answered softly, “Yes, Master. I have gathered all the investor details in full.” “Mmm… very good.” He lifted her chin so she had to meet his eyes. “What is it?”

“Does this mean I can be your maid and serve here?” she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

“Does that make you happy, Farida?”

“Yes… very. Finally, I don’t have to endure that woke nonsense anymore. My place is here — to serve your vision and keep your home and family in perfect order, so you can focus on what matters.”

Garrett smiled faintly. "Very well. You’ve earned it. Now go fetch me a gag and a plug."

"Yes, Master," Farida replied at once.

Nia started to move, but Garrett’s voice stopped her. "And where are you going, chocolate princess?"

Her steps faltered. She glanced at Farida, her voice small and strained. "You… you want to use your little house pet, don’t you?" The words tasted bitter, her chest tightening as if she’d just been pushed aside.

Garrett pulled her close, sensing the tremor in her tone. "Oh, babygirl, you’re so jealous… I like that."

He leaned to her ear and whispered, "Sensitive chocolate…"

Nia shuddered instantly. "What…?"

"That’s what I planted in you last time, baby — you feel every touch so much more now. And every touch fires your brain’s pleasure center harder," he murmured.

Farida returned a moment later. Garrett pulled Nia over his knee, fitting the gag into her mouth, then lubed the plug and slid it into her. She almost came from the sensation alone.

“So, Farida…”

“Yes, Master?”

“While babygirl adjusts to her plug and gets her little punishment, you’ll be rewarded.”

Garrett leaned back in his chair, the commanding stillness of his posture making Farida hesitate for just a breath before sinking to her knees before him. Her lips wrapped around him with hungry devotion, her eyes flicking upward to gauge his approval. His hand rested with firm pressure at the back of her head, pressing lightly over the smooth fabric of her hijab, guiding the rhythm he wanted — unhurried at first, then tightening when she tried to rush, forcing her to earn each approving hum from his throat. The heat in the room seemed to gather around them, her breathing shallow between every pull.

When he released her and let her climb into his lap, she straddled him as if she’d been waiting her whole life for the moment. From the corner of the room, Nia sat watching, jealousy curling hot in her gut, one hand already sliding between her thighs as she played with herself in frustrated hunger.

Farida caught the movement and hesitated. “What’s wrong…?” He asked her.

“I… I…” Faridas voice cracked into a moan. “… I’m scared I’m not good enough for Master…”

Garrett’s voice cut in, steady and certain. “Don’t worry. Master knows your worth.” Then, without warning, he thrust upward, making Farida cry out — the sound so sharp and raw that she climaxed instantly, shuddering around him.

“Oh, Master, I’m sorry—” she gasped.

“Tch. My house pet,” he murmured darkly, his fingers tightening until she could feel the bruises forming beneath his grip. He drew her down hard against him, making sure every inch filled her. “Now move your hips… slow at first, then faster. Feel every inch and show me you know your place. I want to see you work for it, as if nothing else in the world matters but my pleasure.”

When she finally couldn’t hold herself upright, shuddering from the **** of his climax inside her, she collapsed against his chest, panting. Garrett held her there for a moment, letting the aftershocks ripple through her, then guided her down from his lap with a steady hand. At his quiet order, she sank again to her knees to clean him with her tongue, every movement slow and reverent, like a final act of worship.

Garrett’s gaze slid to Nia, still in the corner, eyes wide with anticipation. She could see he was already hardening again, and the sight made her breath hitch. He stepped to her, fingers brushing over the gag. “We’ll keep that in, babygirl — can’t have you scaring the neighbors.”

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a table nearby, the strength in his grip making her feel entirely possessed — claimed. Nia’s heart pounded; the nearness of him, the heat of his body, and the certainty in his hold sent a rush through her veins. Every step felt like being carried deeper into his domain. Laying her across the table with deliberate care, he pulled the plug free in one slow, claiming motion that made her toes curl. Her mind spun — a blur of relief, hunger, and the gnawing fear of disappointing him — yet under it all, a thrill so sharp it was almost pain. His hands roamed over her curves, tracing her with a possessive reverence, lingering as his eyes locked on hers. “Are you ready?”

She nodded quickly, the gag swallowing her eager sound. In her head, everything blurred into a rush of need, fear, and aching anticipation — every muscle primed to welcome him, every thought narrowing to the moment he claimed her. Garrett positioned himself and drove into her with one deep, decisive thrust that sent a shiver through her whole body. His rhythm was merciless, each movement forcing muffled cries from her throat as she tried to keep count of the waves crashing over her. One… two… three… somewhere after the fifth she lost track entirely, her body trembling under the relentless pace. Heat built and spilled through her again and again until she could no longer tell where one climax ended and the next began.

Through the haze, one wild thought flickered — If he keeps going like this… i´m ending up not just his cumslut, but his buttslut too… oh God. And still he didn’t stop, drawing out every last tremor she had left to give.

When he finally slowed, she was shaking, drenched, every muscle trembling with exhaustion and aftershocks, her thoughts scattered into a hazy, bliss-drunk fog. Her chest rose and fell in ragged bursts as he slid the gag from her mouth, tilting her chin so she had **** but to meet his steady, claiming gaze. “Did you get enough attention from Daddy ?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing, as if he already knew the answer.

Her voice was a ragged whisper. “Never enough…”

Inside, the thought pulsed with raw certainty — no matter how much he gave her, it would never fill the hollow he’d carved for himself in her. She would always crave more, always want his eyes, his hands, his focus, until it consumed her completely.

A faint smirk touched his lips. “Good.” He gathered her into his arms, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. “Farida — clean this up,” he ordered, glancing at the maid still sprawled on the floor.

He had barely turned to carry Nia away when the door opened and Lexi and Simone stepped inside. Nia, still flushed and breathless, felt Garrett’s gaze lingering on her with that possessive weight that made her chest tighten and her lips curl into a satisfied grin. When Lexi’s teasing voice cut through the air — “Well… what do we have here?” — Nia’s eyes gleamed, and with a low, sultry hum behind her smile, she answered simply, “Just a little father–daughter time.”