Cassius was normally not someone who preferred father-daughter roleplay.
His tastes ran in a different direction entirely. He was far more interested in someone older who called him a good boy first, only to flip it around and make her moan, scream, and beg for mercy.
The whole "Daddy" thing wasn't usually his style.
But watching Joy, the stoic, proud, untouchable Joy turn into a sweet, trembling mess, calling him Daddy over and over, begging him to breed her like his little girl...
Even Cassius couldn't help but feel something stir deep inside.
And even now, his cock was rock hard.
A surge of dark energy coursed through his veins, primal and possessive.
He didn't just want another round with his so-called daughter.
He wanted to make her call him Daddy in the most broken voice possible, wanted to fuck her until she forgot her own name, until all she could remember was his.
The dark thought loomed in his mind as he slowly loomed over her.
