A Father's Love, Chapter Ten
#10 of A Father's Love
"Wake up," he said.
I opened my eyes, it was morning. I hoped it was all just a horrible dream.
Please let it have been a dream. I pleaded.
I turned my head and there he was, lying next to me with his arm around my waist and staring at me.
Oh god why?
"Good morning," he said, smiling at me.
Is it good? I asked myself.
"Good morning," I said, trying to sound sweet.
He rubbed my belly and kissed my back. He kissed up my back, he squeezed my belly and kissed my neck. He moved closer to me and I winced as he pressed against my rear, it was still sore.
Then David got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. I stayed where I was. It was too painful to move, let alone sit up. He didn't bother to close the door, not that I could see him, and I turned away in hopes of blocking out the sound of him pissing. At least he remembered to flush.
"Come, it's time for breakfast," he said.
"I don't want to go," I said.
"Get up," he said.
I didn't wait for him to ask again. I sat up slowly, clenching my teeth.
"Stop doing that, it's unattractive," David said.
He was looking at himself in the mirror and flexing his muscles.
He refused to give me my robe so I had to walk to my room naked. I managed to make it to my room without anyone seeing me.
For a while I sat on a pillow staring at the tub. The water had to be cold by now. I stood in front of the mirror, looking over my shoulder. Through my fur I could see how swollen my cheeks and thighs were. They were so red, like blood, and tinted with black and blue. I sat back on my pillow, wondering how I'd sit in the bath. Maybe I could bundle some towels and use them as a pillow.
Miss Bailie poked her head inside.
"I'm naked," I said.
I don't think she heard me.
She rushed over to me.
"What have you been doing? We've been waiting for over half an hour!" she said, grabbing my wrist.
"Nanny don't!" I said, pulling back.
"David has been asking for you. What's been keeping you," Miss Bailie said, pulling me up.
"Nanny no!" I shouted, as she pulled me up off the pillow.
I yanked myself from her grip and fell back on the pillow and cried out.
Damn him.
Miss Bailie pulled me up again but I slapped her paw away. I turned from her and pulled a towel around myself. There was a brief silence. Miss Bailie looked at me, then away and then at me again. I guess she'd seen my welts.
"Come," she said, pulling me towards the tub.
She had me sit down.
"Tell him I'm unwell," I said.
"You have to go," Miss Bailie said, wetting my hair.
All Daddy did at breakfast was complain. "I keep a dozen women in this house and not one of them is ever on time for a damn meal" or "the damned church is trying to kill us!"
"Like anyone can help it," I mumbled as I sprinkled a little salt and pepper on my eggs.
"What was that?" Daddy barked.
"Nothing," I smiled, taking a bite of my eggs.
Beside me, under the table, David gave my leg a squeeze. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "After breakfast, upstairs."
I sat naked on the bed, watching him strip. He took his time, taking a pause in between to look at himself in the mirror and flex. When he was done he said, "get on the floor."
"It's so hard, I'm still in pain," I said.
David placed a paw on my shoulder.
"If I have to move you, I will move you," he said.
I slid off the bed onto the floor on my knees. He smiled down at me, gently lifting my chin with his finger.
"You made a mess last night," he said.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"You'll have to clean it up, you know that?" he said.
"Shall I fill the basin?" I asked him.
"No, you'll use your mouth," he said.
My jaw dropped at his words. I was about to speak but he twisted his fingers in my hair and presented his cock to me. It's pink surface had white splotches, probably from our dried fluids, and smelled of a combination of musk and urine.
"I won't," I said.
In response David forced his cock into my mouth. I gagged at the bitter taste of urine and dug my fingers into his thighs. He groaned loudly as he began to thrust into my mouth.
"Ah that's it," he moaned.
I kept quiet for the first few, but then I couldn't take it anymore and I sunk my teeth into his member. He cried out and pushed me away, I hit my head on the bedpost and winced as I fell on my welts and bruises.
"Bitch," he hissed, gripping his groin.
I didn't wait for him to recover, I crawled away quickly and scrambled to my feet and opened the door. I slammed it in his face as he came forward and rushed down the hall. I passed a couple of the maids on my way, I wasn't sure if they saw me. I made it to my room and slammed door shut and barricaded it with a chair.
A few seconds later I heard a loud knock.
"Open up Camile," David said, he jiggled the door handle.
"No," I said.
"Now!"
"No!"
There were some more knocks, this time it was Daddy's voice.
"Camile open the door," he said.
I sat down on my bed.
"I will not," I said.
Back and forth we went, in between I walked around my room putting on my clothes and brushing my hair and fur, until Daddy and David eventually gave up a few minutes later. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. I didn't want to come out because I was afraid David was waiting for me outside.
I wasn't going to stay. I grabbed my coat and pulled the chair from my door and stuck my head out to see if anyone was around. The coast seemed clear. I snuck down the stairs and hurried to the Maple Room and climbed out the window, then hurried around the house to the front gate. The guard was there, but he was sleeping so I pinched his keys and opened the gate for myself.
A few blocks down I was starting to wish I'd stayed, but I was already out so I had to keep going. Along the way a few males mistook me for a prostitute, they followed me for a few blocks before they realized I wasn't a prostitute. I got turned around after that but found my way again. After two hours or so of walking I eventually made it to Mr. Bridshaw's house. I waited at the gate for a bit before someone saw me and opened it up. It was the stout hyena from my first visit.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked.
He looked me up and down and added, "I hope you didn't walk here by yourself?"
My silence spoke for itself.
He pulled me inside and then pulled me close and asked in a whisper, "Your parents don't know you're here do they?" He didn't wait for an answer and called for the maids.
Unfortunately Mr. Bridshaw wasn't home, neither was Will. They were both away on business and wouldn't be back till morning.
"I'm sorry dear," one of the maids, a stout brown hyena, said. Then she added, "But you're welcome to spend the night, we have several spare rooms upstairs."
"I think I will," I said.
The maids brought me hot tea and dinner â€" roast beef, veggies, hot tomato soup and bread â€" and after I'd finished eating they took me upstairs to one of the guestrooms.
"Are you going to sleep in that?" the stout maid asked me, pointing to my dress.
"It's all I brought," I said.
"You can't sleep in that, it's far too lovely," the maid said.
And she went to the armoire and opened it. She rummaged around for a bit and took out a long white nightgown.
"It's a little large, and long, but it will do. It was Mr. Bridshaw's sister, she's about your size," she said.
"I didn't know Mr. Bridshaw had a sister," I said, as the maid helped me out of my dress.
"He doesn't talk about her much, it's too painful for him," the maid said.
She folded my dress and set it on a chest at the foot of the bed and said, "I'll have this washed and ironed for you."
"Why doesn't he talk about his sister? Did something happen to her?" I asked.
"He won't say," the maid said.
"Oh," I said.
She slipped the nightgown over my head. It was a little bigger than my size, but very light, and fell past my feet.
"Maybe it is a little too big for you," the maid said.