A/N - Okay, so, this is the first part to my series "Together". Technically, "Daddy" is the first part and "Together" is the sequal. But anyway, please review. As always, if your curious as to which stories/chapters have been added, updated, or replaced check out the UPDATE SCHEDULE at the bottom of my PROFILE.

I shivered as he ran his tounge over my cheek.

"Chichi-ue..." I whispered, my breath hot, my voice barly audible

He striked me when I whispered his name, but leaned back in to capture my lips in a full on trance.

I felt his lost words vibrate over my lips or "His Petals" as he called them.

He released my lips and leaned away from me. His eyes harsh, cold, and distant. Of course, he wasn't always like this.

"Stand up, Boy." he commanded harshly

In an instant I was up straight backed infront of my father trying to keep my face straight and devoid of any emotion that could possibly cause harm to me. He circled me, like a hawk over it's pray. He watched my face as he dug his claws into my arm. He watched me wince and immediatly threw me on the floor, dissatisfied with my apparent weakness. My emotions.

I tried not to groan as my head and spine made a rough contact with the hard wooden floor.

"Don't move." he barked, and then he was gone, but only for a moment.

When he came back, I felt his claws rip at my clothes tearing them away as if they where mere paper. When I was completely bare, I watched his now completely naked body sway in front of mine. I knew there was a frightened expression on my face, and I knew that because of this that he thought I wasen't cut out to be the dominant. Because I was scared, because I was weak.

I watched as he bent over me and worked his hands over my silken skin. Until his hands reached my fully hard cock. I could only watch as he stroked it teasingly and licked at it's tip. I knew better though, one noise, and it was over.

I watched as his hand grasped the most tender part of my body, and started to work it wth his fingers, harshly. I knew he wanted to cause me pain, as he had done before.

I groaned in pain as one of his claws grazed the skin, causing it to bleed.

"Chichi-ue...!" I couldn't help but let out a whine as he lapped at the blood.

I knew it was coming.

I knew what was coming.

My stomach twisted into a nervous and yet excited knot of emotions.

And as I knew what he would do, I was bent over his desk, wiggling in discomfort as the wood dug into my skin.

He was behind me, his large arousal dripping with need, probing at my entrance, pushing until it popped through the tight ring of muscle.

I couldn't help but let out a howl of discomfort.

I would be sore, bleeding, and broken when he was done with me.

I would cry.

When he was satisfied, he would comfort me.

Buy me gifts.

Give me a massage.

Make love to me gently.

Hold me in my sleep.

Whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

It was always this way.

It is what I get in return for being his personal wanton cock whore.

It always made me feel embarressed, violated, worthless, and weak.

I hated it.

Don't get me wrong, I love my Chichi-ue as my Father, my Bestfriend, and my Lover.

It's just that he wasen't so comfortable to be around... when he was in heat...