The Meet

Daddy HeavenTHE MEET T. HONEYCUTT Copyright Daddy Heaven Copyright @2023 by T. Honeycutt All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Book Cover Image Enhanced License Info: UID: 378100357 | OID: CS-0F9D4-F73C Illustrations made with a Vellum Press License. First edition, February 2023. Warning: Mature audiences only. Triggers may include graphic sex, graphic violence, extreme age gap, breeding kink, and sexual gunplay. If this was hot sauce, it would be medium spice. Dedication A todas las niñas en este mundo loco y jodido que extrañan a sus papis. Que este sueño te cure de tu mal de amores. Y que Dios te permita en esta vida pasar por las puertas del cielo papi. Contents 1. Miranda2. Dmitry3. Miranda4. Dmitry5. Miranda6. Dmitry7. Miranda8. Dmitry9. Miranda10. Dmitry11. Miranda12. Dmitry13. Miranda14. Dmitry15. Miranda16. Dmitry17. Miranda18. Dmitry19. Miranda20. Antonio21. Miranda22. Dmitry23. Antonio24. Miranda25. Dmitry26. Miranda27. DmitryThe End Miranda Fuck sad endings. When I met Dmitry, he was living alone on his mountain. I had just turned twenty, and he was over twice my age. What I love to remember are all the dumb, romantic, and hot times. Along with the many happy endings… When we met, though, I was a virgin. I also had a boyfriend named Sebastian. He was my age and convenient. Up to that point, the relationships in my life were meaningless at best. My dad’s evil twin brother, Antonio, was the worst. He started molesting me when I was twelve. Trust me. I’m not into sexy alpha holes. No. Most men are brutes with zero spark in their eyes. They attracted me the same way a vacuum sucks air. I wanted to end my relationship with Sebastian but didn’t know how. He had worked his way into my uncle’s criminal organization as a street runner. The guy had plans to move up fast through his relationship with me. That’s why he put up with me not putting out. My sex drive ran like a fucking jet engine, and the internet was my fuel. I wanted to lose my virginity bad. But I didn’t want to lose it to Sebastian. Random people on the internet would have been safer. “Tell me, Miranda, why do you self-soothe by having cybersex with random strangers on the internet?” Earlier that week, after outlining my sex life with a new therapist, she asked me this question. She sat back in a long pause, inviting me to spill my guts. “Not any stranger,” I said. “What kind of stranger then?” “Hot older men.” “Why do you think that is?” “Because I have daddy issues.” At this, she sat back in her seat. “A girl might have that issue because her dad isn’t available. Isn’t your dad living at home with you and your mom?” “Yes, but my dad is a man-child. Never treated me like his daughter. I’m more like his parent.” “You want a man who can baby you?” “Is that so wrong?” “No, but do you think you will ever find a man who can do that for you?” “Doubt it. Which is why I always end up in such shitty relationships.” “Tell me more about your relationship with your dad.” “What’s to tell? He and my mom had me in Mexico. We were always under threat because of his brother’s cartel operation. We came to the United States under political asylum when I was eight.” “I want to hear more about that, but tell me why you feel your dad was unavailable during this time?” “He was busy working for my uncle back then. When he was home, he was never affectionate. Neither was my mom. But she was different. She was always pushing my dad to leave his brother’s business. She was the one who got us all asylum here in exchange for information about my uncle’s business.” “Were you ever in physical danger?” “My mom says we were. Sometimes I recall the images of guns pointed at my head, but they are fuzzy. I have a terrible memory.” “That’s not an intellectual limitation. You are an intelligent young woman. It’s a common reaction to trauma.” I nodded my head. “Makes sense. Why would I want to remember anything as horrible as being threatened by my family? Although there are some things I can’t ever forget.” “You mentioned your uncle molested you when you were twelve.” “I did.” “Your family kept contact with him even after you immigrated?” “Why not? He’s family. That’s another thing I hate about my dad. He’s always making excuses for my uncle. He feels guilty for covering up that his wife made him betray his brother.” “Your uncle doesn’t know that your mom gave up information about him?” I shrugged my shoulders. “No idea. Nor do I care.” “Fair enough. Do you often dwell on what your uncle did to you?” “He comes to visit us a few times a year. Only when I turned sixteen was I old enough to avoid him and keep his hands off me.” “That sounds awful, but you’ve put some distance between you and that experience.” “I wish. My aunt always wants to stay in touch with me. Calls me. Texts me. She knows everything that happened but won’t leave him.” “And that triggers the memories all over again.” I took in a deep breath and then let it out. “Yes. It does.” “Tell me more about your boyfriend. Sebastian. Is that right?” “He’s another man-child.” “Like your father.” “More like my uncle. He works for him now. Says he wants to be my first. But he’s using me to get to my