Daddy's Lap

Chapter One

"If i stare at him for too long, i might die from lack of breath."

Immediate silence took over as I emerged from the corridor and took slow strides down the hallways of Vandeer State Highschool, the pair of strong-built, brawny men dressed in all black trailing behind me.

Bodyguards.

I could barely keep my head held high with those sour faces and bitter, hateful eyes cutting into me -if looks could kill.

I knew exactly what their thoughts were as they stepped aside and made way for me as though i were plagued with a contagious disease. I hated it -being feared and hated, being approached like a ferocious animal -all because of my father.

I was the Devil's daughter and everyone knew it.

Thanos Monaléz. The Immortal One.

Most who've ever dared to speak to me, have asked me a single question -"how does it feel to be the daughter of one of the most dangerous men in the world? To be Thanos Monaléz's daughter -a ruthless dictator?"

And out of shame, I've never answered -I am anything but proud of my father's actions or the reputation he's so meticulously constructed.

My father is a Warlord, and has been governing Bervon for the past two years, under the most constricting, oppressive and crippling of Iron fists -in strict resemblance of Stalin's reign in the European block states during the era of the Cold War; heavy censorship of media, voting has reverted to nothing but a delusion, and opposition or anyone who dares to attempt the slightest at toppling his goverment -which is not recognized by the appropriate global peace organisations due to the manner it was attained, -earns a one-way trip to prison or is "dealt with accordingly" through brutal means i choose to discard to the very back of my mind - just to sleep better at night and ease my conscious.

The facts are too justifying of their inexpugnable hatred towards me -people talk and i reek of bad talk. They live in fear, under debilitating conditions because of me, their parents, relatives are jobless, imprisoned, missing and probably rotting away in some ditch, dead- while my family and i have the luxury of life, of freedom, of state riches.

I understand why no one would wish even in their worst nightmare to be friends with me.

I understand, but i can't accept that I'll be forced to endure those repulsed stares and be a loner my whole life.

Walking into the classroom and settling on the comfortable, spongy, cushioned chair reserved just for me, a couple of rolling eyes were thrown at me. Those "look at her, who the hell does she think she is?" Stares.

"Jéi unvréi secistaś."(good morning class) Mrs Jenmuk addressed the class in her signature military commander poise.

"Unvréi Mrs Jenmuk." The addresses dragged out a dull response.

I was not looking forward to the hour and a half long lesson at all -the woman got pleasure out of indirectly humiliating me, putting me on the spot and ridiculing me as much as her status permitted. If it wasn't for the ever impending threat of my father catching hold of her maltreatment of me and "sorting her out", I'm certain she would have done worse. For all the reasons i fail to understand, her vendetta with me is personal. Not like

I don't like the woman or anything..who am i kidding, i despise the old hag.. and quite frankly, other than that unnatural mole protruding from her chin, nothing disturbs my soul more than her terrible fashion sense -it still evades me even to this day how anyone would leave their house looking like that.

"Today secistaś," Mrs Jenmuk began, her thin fingers reaching for the power button of the projector, "we're going to learn about the political history of Bervon.... about," her glaring eyes landed on me, the little witch on her chin seemingly gaining more ugliness, "the first democratically elected president of Bervon and his marvelously impactful rule."

"Ms Monaléz," oh boy, here we go again, "could you tell the class who the first democratically elected president of our country is?"

"Viesí madame," i gave a small smile, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable, "Ramanis Verculo."

"Correct! Ramanis Verculo, a man of great integrity. I wish the same could be said about your father," she mumbled just loud enough for my ears to grasp on, "anyways moving on, i want you to pair up and discuss the 1940 Revolution and the events that led to the Sonzéveco Communists War."

Oh could this morning get any worse!

Of course no one is going to want to pair up with me and the old hag is going to get a kick out of asking for a "kind volunteer" to be my partner. Sometimes i don't even know why i bother, I'm not welcomed here -i should've just asked my father to be home-schooled like my mother had advised -but I'd choose being treated like an outcast any day, over having to spend the entire day in that house with my father. He just makes me...uneasy....

One by one grumpy students dispersed and picked the partners of their choice, some sat with their friends so they can gossip while pretending to be interested in facts older than their grandparents and some sat with their love interests or crushes.

I remained without a partner. Story of my life.

Mrs Jenmuk took slow strides around the class, her baleful eyes darting around in search of an unfortunate, poor soul to be my partner. One boy sat alone at a corner, too engrossed with reading a bulky textbook to realise that the Black Forest witch had her eyes fixated on him.

Jonayis Unruièlo was to fall victim to the exaggerated horror stares every person who was unwillingly associated with me within this campus got.

"Where is your partner, Mr Unruièlo?" The Black Forest witch spoke curtly, pressing her thin lips together and searing the boy with her eyes.

"I-I don't have one, Mrs Jenmuk." Every single pair of eyes was pinned on the stuttering boy.

"Well Ms Monalèz doesn't have a partner." I looked away as the witch diverted her gaze to my direction, I faced my desk, staring at it like it's the most interesting piece of furniture in the world . "Why don't you pair up with our little princess, Mr Unruièlo?"

It wasn't a question nor was it a request. I knew it, Jonayis knew it, so did the rest of the class.

I gave my so very unlucky partner a side glance so he won't assume I am going to devour his flesh as soon as his ass greets the wooden chair. Rumour has it I am a demon and my lovely ( note the sarcasm) daddy is the Devil who got bored of grilling souls in Hell so he thought to torture the Bervonians.

On my part, that's just baseless slander.

Jonayis nonchalantly dragged his slender legs to my desk, he didn't look terrified of me, until that is, the class clown decided to let his tongue become too heavy to tame.

Thyme Sorasis.

He hates my guts more than sloths loathe staying awake. Has despised me ever since I humiliated him in elementary school.

I was not a very courteous, kind child. I know better now.

"RIP Jonayis, I hope you have life cover man." The newd croaked in the ugliest voice ever, as loud as possible so all attention could be on him.

Hideous, unscrupulous laughter paraded, until the Queen of VSH held up a sturdy, wrinkled hand and the amused audience immediately went silent.

"The first pair will be presenting in twenty minutes," Mrs Jenmuk announced and the once amused students lamented profusely, "quiet! Get to work secistaś."

On that sour, warning note, Jonayis settled next to me, keeping his honey coloured eyes on anything but me. I detained my words as well and flipped through the textbook when not scrolling through my learner's tablet, until the silence and awkwardness became too unbearable.

Jonayis lifted his head just slightly to get the tiniest peek at me and I decided to smile sweetly, because that's not what a monster would do.

"I'm not going to eat you, you know." I whispered, relieved I managed to get him to crack the tiniest of smiles.

"Sorry," he was so nervous, he would rub his palm on his jean donned thigh every three seconds, "my name is Jonayis by the way... I really shouldn't be talking to you, should I?" I appreciated how beautiful his eyes were as they flickered from my face to my hands in succession.

"Don't believe the rumours, my name is-"

"I already know who you are, everyone knows who you are," he interrupted, "Vanessa Altagracia Monalèz."

My name sounded so venomous rolling of his tongue, I knew to keep the chit-chat on a minimum and erase any hopes of him potentially being interested in being the Devil's daughter's friend.

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I sat at the farthest table in the clamorous dinning hall, which is as luxurious as a school dinning hall can be, but comes short in dishing out five star meals regardless.

It was lunch and I had an hour to exhaust, so I splurged the minutes on my favourite novel and managed to find myself immersed in the book despite the loquacious students airing their gossip so loudly.

Seduction Of Sin. My guilty pleasure.

I envied the female protagonist more than most.

I clamped my thighs together as I climbed the crest of unbridled pleasure with Tarlia, the woman I secretly aspire to be, the woman being pleasured by the man of my scorching fantasies.

One day, a man will touch me like this.

One day an older man will have me writhing in pleasure, moaning breathlessly. Like Tarlia.

As my envy soared, a figure quickly swooped past me and before I knew it, there he was at the opposite end, eyeing me with intrigue.

This was by far the oddest thing to ever happen to me within these walls.

A boy actually brought himself to me- out of his own free will!

Did I forget my own birthday?

I closed the book, discarding it to my thighs before he could skim over the nearly nude man and woman in an erotic entanglement on the cover.

"Hey Jonayis.." I smiled sheepishly, trying to excavate my social skills from the grave. "Do you need something?" I mentally knocked myself on the head for that.

I shouldn't terrify the only boy who's ever been interested in conversing with me by sounding like a stoic receptionist.

Jonayis is actually very appealing to the eyes and he's built nicely for a boy his age. His eyes seem inclined to studying my face, especially my anti-climatic lips.

I wonder if he'd be bold enough to court me.

"You're not the person they say you are." He mumbled, almost afraid to formulate the sentence. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here...." He scratched a non-existent itch on the nape of his neck and I found myself overly flustered.

"N-no.. of course I don't mind," I grinned widely, avoiding the harrowing bitter glares thrown at me.

"Why is he talking to the outsider? To the school trash?" One of them must be asking themselves.

I don't know if it was my physical constitution that used to magnetize bullies, but I used to be a staple feed for bullies growing up, until dearest daddy started living up to his name.

Now anyone who dares to so as utter the faintest insult or lay a finger on me, knows they'll be condemned to Hell, along with their family and their cats and dogs.

"So uhmmm... we have to finish up the assignment... so I was wondering if you had plans tomorrow?" The cute boy stammered, his creamy voice wavering. "There's this cool cafe we could go to to wrap up the rest of the work so the Black Forest witch won't have to chop off our heads."

"Yes!" I squeaked, immediately pruning my excitement out of embarrassment. "I mean, I don't have plans, the cafe idea actually sounds-" before I could even finish what I was saying, a burly hand landed on my shoulder, commanding my attention.

My curious eyes met Varto, my senior bodyguard.

"Your father would not approve of your actions, miss Vanessa." His stern eyes were more than enough of a warning, even Jonayis looked ready to speed out of the hall.

"You're not going to tell him, are you Varto?" I batted my eyes, throwing in an enetreating smile to butter him up.

Varto gave me one last stare before stepping back.

"Yeah I should go before-"

"No," I swiftly grasped his wrist as he stood up to leave, "please don't go, please..."

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"Ms Vanessa, master would like to see you in his office." Cecilia, one of the maids informed and left me in my despair.

I sighed deeply and rolled off my bed, my heartbeat already pacing irregularly at the thought of being alone in a room with him.

Lucifer.

My father.

I left my sanctuary and strode to Hell and my the road to hell was ravishing. The lavishness of the Monalèz mansion doesn't incite awe from me anymore, this is one of the most expensive houses in the world, if not the most expensive.

This is where I grew up, under the luster of these diamond embellished chandeliers.

When my mother remarried and bound both herself and me to the man I now call my father, permanently, I was only seven. I didn't particularly like Thanos Monalèz, but I wasn't fussy and opinionated at that age. My mother married him for his money, he was very wealthy and established and now he's even wealthier and nefarious.

He might as well be made out of money.

My responsibilities to the master of the Monalèz household are very odd, but I never garner enough frustration to complain.

I am his second most entrusted servant.

Four chefs have been employed to cater to the five of us, me, daddy, mother and my two sisters, but daddy only touches a meal prepared by me.

It is my duty to keep his office kempt, to iron his clothes and to shop for his essentials.

I know what he eats, wears and uses on his body, head to toe and I know the size of his tight boxer briefs.

I have never understood his fascination with me. Most of the time he's there, watching silently like an adept predator sizing his prey, gazing into my soul with those piercing eyes.

I waste half of my thinking capacity conceiving ways to elude his wandering, vigilant eyes each day.

Without much hesitation, I knocked on the Devil's office, adjusting the straps of my silk night dress before I presented myself to Lucifer.

"Come in." That apathetic voice had a tinge of fear simmering in my gut.

I timidly walked in, instantly meeting his silver blue eyes. I froze in place. Locking eyes with the Devil far longer than my lungs could bear. Still, I desperately awaited a gesture from him and ever so tauntingly, his lips widened to a smile.

Not the smile he normally offers me. There was something lurking in those dead eyes, they hailed a silent warning, they told me something;

"The Devil knows your sins."

"You asked for me, father?" I spoke before the air could be drained from my lungs, standing in place like a statue. My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking.

"Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling.

Liloco. His blooming rose.

The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away.

My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty.

I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze.

I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial position.

"Would that be all, daddy?" I submissively lowered my head, glazing at my toes while I prayed for him to dismiss me.

"Take a sit, angel." He gestured to the chair facing his. His tone was the most lenient a cruel, heartless beast like him could muster.

I did as I was told, willing my eyes to look at him. The Devil was undeniably the most beautiful creation, crafted to perfection, for he was meant to be an Angel, but he favoured being an instrument of chaos and a weapon of destruction more.

Clad in an expensive all black suit, was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. His silver blue eyes were hollow and lacking of emotion, they were only ever adorned with a wicked glint before he slaughtered his defenseless prey or punished a poor soul. But they were hypnotizing and magnetic. His full, slightly pink lips were the most inflexible, he rarely ever smiled or showed his pearly white, perfect set of teeth. Yet those lips which have uttered the last words of plenty, invited gazes from women in their thousands. Including me. His hair flowed to just above his shoulders and was as dark as his soul, rich and sheeny, though it has probably been bathed in the blood of the slain way more than a dozen times. His body was a killing machine, fortified with pert muscles, he towered to a staggering 6'5" easily eclipsing the worth of any man and slaying their confidence with his mighty presence.

It was such a pity such a beautiful man sheltered the soul of a monster.

The Devil was a man of a few words, but his eyes expressed all the words he reserved fluently.

I melted under the heat of his gaze, pleading him with my eyes to put me out of my misery.

"I heard you were talking to a boy today, is that true babygirl?" My father's darkening eyes bore deeper into mine, a steady finger of his circling the rim of his whiskey glass.

Bloody bodyguards!!

I knew they'd tell on me, even after I begged Varto to keep my interaction with Jon to himself.

Then again, my father is the kind of person you have to think thrice before lying to.

"Y-yes daddy." My cheeks flushed, my heart pounding erratically.

I was so embarrassed.

"Hmmm..." a deep hum vibrated from his throat, although he was concealing it brilliantly, I knew he was angry -which only increased my fright. "I also heard that you were giggling and smiling a lot, as though you liked him a lot -is that true my princess?"

My eyes lowered in shame, as I spoke in all honesty and confessed my sins, despite my inner voice protesting, "Y-Yes daddy....I-it's true."

He wasted no second to remind me who I belong to.

Who every single person in this mansion belonged to.

My father rose from his chair and stalked towards me, disappearing behind the chair I was seated on.I focused my gaze ahead, nearly shivering at the thought of what he was going to do to me.

"My Liloco knows she's not supposed to be talking to boys," a loud gasp escaped my lips when my father's fingers brushed against my exposed collarbone, before he leaned in close to my face, leaving my stomach in knots, "that she'll be punished."

There was the word I've dreaded hearing since childhood.

I shrank into my chair, the warmth of daddy's breath grazing my neck stealing at my own breath, "I am so sorry daddy, p-please forgive me."

I apologised to the Lord of the house, the Lord of Bervon, the Lord of Hell, wishing only for his mercy.

"You like the boy?" There was so much control in his deep voice, his emotions were heavily encrypted. He was cool, calm and collected, while my heart fought vigorously with my chest.

Gulping, I murmured an almost inaudible, "No.." I liked Jon very much, but I shouldn't have entertained him.

Seeing as I was his property.

Seeing as Lucifer owned me.

"Good," he muttered into my ear, his long, thick fingers raking through my hair, "because I'll kill anyone who tries to steal my princess from me. Next time I won't be as lenient, is that clear, angel?"

I nodded my head, giving him what he wanted to hear. "Viesi, daddy, I understand fully."

I was so relieved when he returned to his throne, but that relief was short-lived.

The Devil had his eyes on me yet again as he patted his thigh and I knew what had to be done.

"Come princess," he instructed, shoving up the sleeves of his black jacket and shirt, "bend over daddy's lap and receive your punishment."

Oh no.

The sheep uneasily strode to the wolf.

His eyes ran down my body, taking in every detail before I knelt before him and surrendered myself to him. With utmost ease, he hauled me over his lap and my breast crashed into his firm knee.

I knew what was to come.

He knew it as well.

It had been six years since I last received the justice of his large palms.

I wasn't looking forward to this at all.

I stared into his icy blue eyes as he peeled the night dress from my body and exposed my butt.

My core was stirring with agitation, with anticipation as he opened one of the shelves and retrieved a black paddle.

I thought I'd never see that paddle again.

I tore my eyes from him and awaited the first strike.

If i stare at him for too long, i might die from lack of breath.

"I will triple the punishment the next time you misbehave." I couldn't help but squirm as his fingers slipped under my lace panties and shifted them aside to reveal more of my butt.

I promised myself never to misbehave again, because the Devil does not forgive and forget, and he spanks hard.