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Jaehaera just wants to be a normal girl. Just a normal girl, for one night. One night is all she asks. Obviously, she would never tell Aegon she wants such a thing. No, but she bought a costume in secret, Marie Antoinette, of course! The thing arrived at her friend’s house. Her cousin, who shares a name with her father, is hosting the biggest party of the year tonight.
Jaehaera has set it up perfectly, having already told Aegon that she is working with Elaena and Alisa on a history project about colonization. It’s a good lie, brilliant even, if she says so herself. She brought her school materials, so when she gets back home they’ll be sitting on top of her dress and shoes. Even if Aegon does happen to look inside her bag, he’ll be none the wiser to her exploits. And then she’ll come home, and she’ll sit on the couch with her daddy, and he’ll feed her chocolates and macarons. And Jaehaera will have done it all.
Yes, she’s supposed to give Daddy updates every hour on the hour. It was a miracle she got him to agree to 11 pm. Initially he was saying she had to be home at 10. Jaehaera was able to convince him to let her stay out a bit later, on account of the fact that the project is 40% of their grade for the semester. That part is true, at least. Jaehaera did have a project on colonization. And it was worth 40% of her grade. Aegon doesn’t need to know that the project was individual, and that she got her uncle Aemond’s help, and that it was due last week. Jaehaera isn’t a total liar, at least.
Jaehaera takes a quick picture of her makeup before leaving for cousin Aegon’s party. She looks gorgeous. She sprays some glitter in her hair, and swipes extra highlighter over her cheeks. She adds a bit more blush, daddy always compliments her when she wears blush. It makes him a strange sort of feral, and he always seems to find her even more appealing when she wears it. She hugs Elaena goodbye and kisses her on the cheek. “If my dad calls your parents, just say I’m in your room and we’re working really hard, okay?” Elaena gives a steady nod, ever Jaehaera’s confidant.
Jaehaera scales down Elaena’s trellis, tossing down her bag before her. She picks it up quietly and hurries into her BMW. The party started at 9:30, but Jaehaera wanted to be fashionably late, so she’ll arrive at 10. She’s not so desperate. She’s Jaehaera Targaryen , for god’s sake. That gives her thirty five minutes of partying, five minutes of taking off her makeup and changing into her school uniform, and making it to the car, right in time to make the fifteen minute drive from dragonstone avenue to king’s landing lane. And she’ll be in five minutes early, which will surely please Aegon. And if she’s home earlier than he said, he’s less likely to question her.
Aegon sits in his study, nursing a scotch on ice. He just got a Facebook memory alert. It’s of him when he was sixteen, Jaehaera’s age, a beer in hand and a backwards baseball cap. God, Jaehaera was already a year old back then. He looks down at his phone, staring at proof of his teenage recklessness, until his phone buzzes with a notification from Jaehaera. His sweet little girl. His little angel. His baby. “Should be done with the project soon, daddy. What movie are we watching?” Aegon smiles down at the phone, texting back, “We could watch one of your barbie movies.”
Jaehaera rolls her eyes at the text. Of course, she enjoys Barbie. Who wouldn’t enjoy Barbie? But maybe she wants to be a little grown up. Maybe she wants a scary movie, like Scream or I Know What You Did Last Summer. Did Daddy even think of that? She texts back. “What about Scream?”
Aegon quirks his brow at the strange response. Normally, his girl knew her place. Normally, she knew not to question him. He has to nip this in the bud, but he won’t be overly aggressive, not yet anyway. “Scream? The scariest thing you’re allowed to watch is Hocus Pocus. Take it or leave it.” Jaehaera does not respond. And Aegon gets a strange feeling in his chest. He ignores it for now, taking another sip of his scotch.
Jaehaera arrives at her cousin’s house. Her aunt and uncle/great uncle (she doesn't love explaining that part to her friends) were gone for the weekend, which is good, considering her father hates Rhaenyra and Daemon with a passion. Ever since he took control of the business, he’s had issues with her. That’s to say for twelve years, she has had virtually zero contact with her father’s half-sister or her family. Daddy says they’re bad people, who want to hurt her.
Jaehaera traipses through the door of the mansion like she owns the place. Daddy said that house was also supposed to be theirs, but he decided to be benevolent and toss his half-sister a bone. So basically, this belongs to her too. Her heels clack against the marble floor as she makes her way over to cousin Aegon, or “the whelp” as her father calls him. She looks picturesque, silver-gold hair done up and teased to look more Marie Antoinette-like, lilac eyes shining with excitement, stockings that meet garters, that don’t do anything to cover the majority of her ass. She looks great, hot, even.
Aegon continues to nurse his drink, feeling the burn of the scotch like bile down his throat. His little girl and her school work. So precious. He raps his fingers against the wooden desk, then grabs his laptop to log in to Jaehaera’s instagram. He’s not over controlling, no, but little girls need supervision, don’t they? And he wouldn’t let his girl get herself into trouble, or, god forbid, have boys message her.
The moment Aegon logs in, he sees a green circle around her profile picture. Her close friends story. He didn’t know she had a close friends story, clearly, he hasn’t been keeping a strict enough eye on her. Clearly, that will have to change. He hopes beyond hope it’s just a silly little picture she took while working on the project. His mouse hovers over the icon. Then, he presses down. A photo of his little girl. A photo of his little girl with glitter all over her face and mascara that makes her look like a little slut and text that reads “getting ready for @aeg3’s party tonight!”
And Aegon sees red. Red. Oh, Jaehaera is getting the paddle tonight. He’ll fix her, make her remember who exactly she listens to. Have her begging to be his good little girl again, train her up right. He runs a hand through his hair and thanks the gods that his color is light enough to conceal any grays his daughter had just given him.
With twenty minutes on the clock now, Jaehaera tries her first ever sip of alcohol. It doesn’t taste nearly as good as she thought it would. But it’s mixed with something. It almost tastes lemony as it goes down her throat. She doesn’t know how Daddy does it, it seems so vile. And he seems to drink it plain too, unflinching as he does it. She forces herself to chug. If she doesn’t do this now, she may well not have any chance till next Halloween. And she wants the experience! She takes a selfie of her, bottle in hand, kissing cousin Aegon’s cheek. It’s so warm and nice, and feels strangely like her father’s, if he was clean shaven. She has the urge to lick it and snaps another picture. Her cousin laughs. “What? Do I have sugar on my cheek, Jae?”
Jaehaera gives Aegon another lick, tongue trailing down to rest on his jawline. “Soft…” She giggles and so does he, pressing a kiss right next to her lips. She absentmindedly posts the photo to her story. Jaehaera Targaryen can party and have fun! Her hands thread through his hair.
Aegon sits at home, fuming. He clicks on upload after upload as it appears on her story. He stares at his computer screen, mind blank with fear and range. His little girl. His baby. Partying like some idiot slut. It wouldn’t do. But he also wanted to see what sort of bullshit his darling child would come up with. So he sits, waiting, watching his Patek Philippe tick by with every second.
Jaehaera looks at the time and groans. 10:35. She has to be home soon, very soon. She pecks her cousin on the cheek and mumbles into his ear. “I gotta go.” She quickly runs to the bathroom, the layout of the house oddly similar to her own. She wipes her makeup off with a wipe, pulls her hair out of its updo and into two pigtails. She gets her school uniform back on, buckling her mary janes, stuffing the costume in her bag. She makes it to the car right on time, 10:40. She will have done it all, she’s just a tiny bit drunk. But she can drive!
Aegon adjusts his slacks, groaning. He doesn’t like to admit that the sight of his child in that tiny little dress, made up like a whore, made him painfully hard. But he’ll get to that later, will fuck her to sleep while he promises he’s not mad anymore . That’s what his baby deserves.
Jaehaera is going to get home and she’s going to be fine and daddy won’t know– and—. She’s so lost in how she’s pulled it off that she doesn’t see the deer that ends up crossing the road in front of her, swerving and almost crashing into a fence. Fuck! Life360 will have alerted Aegon that she may have gotten into a car accident. She has to get out in front of it. She quickly texts her father, typing frantically, “dw. a deer decided to cross the road. i’m on my way back.”
Aegon’s heart pounds in his chest, silently thanking the gods that his child was alive. He clutches his chest and texts her back, “How far away are you? I’ll come and get you. Stay where you are.” Jaehaera rolls her eyes. “one min away, open the gate pls” Aegon wipes the sweat off his brow. She was okay. She’s almost home. He can be stern and strict, because she’s still here. And he has to keep her still here. Not like Helaena and Jaehaerys and little Maelor, god. But he would keep his only remaining child safe, if he has to tie her to her bed and not let her leave the house, so be it. It’d be for her own good, like everything he does. He waits at the front door for Jaehaera to stumble in, so he can get to the point and just punish her. But the first thing he does when he sees her is wrap her in a chokehold of a hug.
He kisses her head repeatedly. Aegon’s nose wrinkles at the smell of alcohol mixed with sweet perfume. Jaehaera thinks she’s gotten away with it, nuzzles her nose into the crook of his neck. “Heyyyyy, daddy…” He grabs her face, stroking a thumb over her bottom lip. “Where. Were. You?”
Jaehaera freezes. Shit. He can’t know. He just can’t. There’s no way. “I was at Alisa’s house–” He glares at her, trying to keep his cool and evidently failing, judging by the redness in his cheeks and the frown growing on his lips. “You said you were with Elaena.” Shit. Right. It was supposed to be at Elaena’s house. Jaehaera stutters, stumbling over the words as if it physically hurts to get them out of her throat. “Yeah. I was at Elaena’s house– sorry, mixed up my words.”
Aegon has the distinct urge to slap her across the face, mar her pretty skin with his harsh handprint. She takes him for a fool, does she? His daughter, his Jaehaera. It is an ugly urge. He pushes it down. “I know you were at my bitch-sister’s house, with her whelp of a child. Stop. Fucking. Lying.” His grip tightens around her chin, squeezing her cheeks so that an insolent pout appears. Jaehaera no longer bothers with denial, resigning to her fate. She doesn’t see the point in resistance anymore. Is there any? All she can hope for is her father taking mercy on her, pity on his stupid little girl.
“How did you know?”
Aegon chuckles, it’s an abrasive sound, without any real humor behind it. How many times does he need to redden her ass? How many times does he need to force her into submission. “I always find out, darling girl.” He yanks her right pigtail. “This fucking glitter in your hair,” He swipes a finger over her eyelids, “fucking eyeshadow.” Jaehaera gasps, having to sit on the couch to steady herself. “I– I just wanted– to be normal– a normal teenager– I should be allowed that, at least.”
Aegon finds himself wanting to put Jaehaera over his knee now. This petulant girl. His daughter, who he’s given every luxury imaginable. She’s here, acting like she has a right to these things. He pulls her hair again, unable to stop himself as tears well in her eyes. “You think you’re so grown up, do you?” She never will be. Not to him. Not if he has anything to say about it. “You think daddy should just let you run amok and make a mess of yourself? Is that it?”
Jaehaera nods, tears racing down her face. “Daddy, it’s my life. It’s my life! And I should be allowed to make my own mistakes and choices and learn from them, not be coddled by you my whole life.” Aegon feels a cold fury well up inside him. “How many fucking bullshit teen movies have you been secretly watching, Jaehaera? You wouldn’t survive a day if I wasn’t constantly coddling you. You are not grown up. You are a little fucking girl. You’re my little girl.”
Aegon doesn’t love what he’s about to do. But he has to teach his daughter the perils of alcohol. He’ll make her admit it first. He grabs the bottle of scotch, setting it on the table. He tugs Jaehaera to sit in his lap. “You drank, didn’t you?” She nods. There’s no point. He’s never going to see her as an adult. And, at this moment, she’s not even sure if she wants him to. Being daddy’s little girl is so nice. So easy. She just has to behave and the world is her oyster. Why did she misbehave in the first place? Tears run down her face, making visible tracks on her porcelain skin. Daddy kisses the side of her head. “You’re going to be punished, Jae. How many times have I told you that you are never to do such a thing?”
Jaehaera’s head goes fuzzy, a mixture of shame for upsetting her father and fear at the idea of being punished. Aegon never goes hard on her, but it’s the psychological effect of it all. She upset daddy. She made daddy mad . Aegon taps her cheek, noticing the anxious look. “Daddy loves you, sweet girl.” Jaehaera nuzzles the side of his neck, trying to soak up the feel of his skin on hers. His hands rubbing her back as he grounds her. “Now, take off your clothes. Don’t want this to end up staining your pretty uniform, do we?”
Jaehaera mumbles against Aegon’s neck. She’s just now realizing how much she likes the feel of his scar against her tongue. “Staining, daddy?” Aegon sighs, rubbing her back. “This’ll get messy, honey. But you wanted to drink, so I’ll indulge you.” He wants this to be the least pleasurable thing in the world, so Jaehaera will never disobey him again. He maneuvers Jaehaera to be able to undress her. “Arms up, baby.” Jaehaera raises her arms, letting her father take off her top, then her bra. “What do you mean indulge ?” He sighs and pats her bottom, “You’ll see.” He takes off her skirt, then her stockings.
Jaehaera sits prettily on her father’s lap, hoping that if she looks sweet enough, Aegon will decide to forgo all this. He will not. This has to happen. Jaehaera must learn that her father is in charge. That he makes the rules. “Open your mouth, pretty girl.”
Jaehaera opens her mouth obediently, very confused. Why is she being asked to open her mouth? Aegon’s eyes drift to the bottle. It’s not a terribly large thing, and it has about half left. Not enough to give Jaehaera alcohol poisoning. He puts the mouth of the bottle to her lips, forcing her jaw to unhinge more with his hand. “Swallow.”
Jaehaera thrashes. The taste is bitter and horrible, so much worse than what she had and the party. She gulps down the first swig, coughing. “No, daddy, ‘s gross…” Aegon raises a brow, twisting his hand around in her hair. “Oh? But I thought you wanted to drink? I thought you were all grown up?” Jaehaera shakes her head, liquid falling from the bottle and onto her bare thighs. “This is how grown ups drink.” Aegon holds her head steady, forcing the vile liquid down her throat. It takes everything in her not to spew. He kisses the top of her head.
Jaehaera gags as Aegon forces another gulp down her throat, head growing floaty. She’s too little for this. She wants to be cuddled and held and definitely not this. She sobs hard, tears mixing with the mess of alcohol that’s now gathered on her chin. “Sorry, daddy!”
There’s only about a quarter of the bottle left as Aegon kisses Jaehaera’s head again, cooing at her. “Shhh, shhh… it’s okay, sweet girl. Only a little left. You can take it.” Jaehaera gags again, still crying and whimpering. “‘M sorry, daddy!” Aegon coos softly, petting her hair as she jerks wildly about in his lap. She’s a complete mess, beside herself with the grief of upsetting her father and completely disgusted with the taste of his drink. “Oh, you can take it. Or are you not a big girl?”
Jaehaera’s head shakes fervently. If there’s one thing she is not, it’s a big girl. She is small and little and needs to be taken care of and protected. She needs hugs. She needs kisses and for daddy to make her feel so, so good. Aegon finally empties the last drop of the scotch down her throat, cooing over her as she sobs. “That was so yucky, wasn’t it.”
Jaehaera coughs, crying against her father’s shoulder and nodding desperately. “Yuckyyuckyyucky.” Aegon swipes her bottom lip. “And are you going to drink again?” Jaehaera shakes her head. “Nononono…” Aegon kisses the top of her head again, rocking her back and forth. “And I’m sure your poor little tummy just feels all out of sorts, doesn’t it?” Jaehaera buries her face in Aegon’s chest, nodding. “Achy…” Aegon rubs her back. “Well, daddy’s just going to have to take care of that, won’t he?”
Jaehaera doesn’t know what’s happening until it happens, gagging as Aegon forces his thick fingers down her throat, hitting her tonsils, making her eyes water terribly. She whines softly, grasping Aegon’s wrist desperately. “Daddy, stop.” He shakes his head, not even the slightest bit sorry. Not even the slightest bit forgiving in his assault on her throat. “You’ll feel better after all the icky stuff comes out, baby.”
And what can Jaehaera do besides Aegon, her father, her protector, her god . She keeps crying, gasping for breath around his fingers. Jaehaera squirms as the bile makes its way up her throat, the liquid crawling and hitting the tips of Aegon’s fingers. He quickly withdraws, letting her double over, holding her as her sick hits the floor. He pets her hair, cooing at her. “Poor baby. Now you know why you shouldn’t drink.”
Jaehaera sobs, nodding against Aegon again as she finishes. He wipes her lips with a monogrammed handkerchief. “Now, you still need to be punished for sneaking away to the party.” Jaehaera is stunned. More punishment. After that?? She sobs more, shaking. “No, daddy, nonononono.”
Aegon shakes his head, pretending this pains him much more than it actually does. It doesn’t pain him, not one bit. He turns his shaking, naked, sick-to-her stomach daughter over his knee. “I would have done this with the paddle, but I’m deciding to give my poor girl a break. What do you say?” Jaehaera forces herself to speak, a shaky, small, “Thank you, daddy.” leaving her lips.
Aegon rubs his palm over Jaehaera’s bottom. Warm, tight skin, which he’s going to make even warmer. He grabs a globe of fat, squeezing it. “This hurts me more than it hurts you, honey.” It does not. Jaehaera cries softly as Aegon lands his hand on her bottom with the first strike. “Count, Jaehaera.” She nods and hiccups. “One, thank you, daddy.” She adds in the gratitude in the hopes of Aegon letting her off easy. Poor girl.
Aegon smacks Jaehaera’s ass, watching as the skin pinkens with awe. “Two, thank you, daddy.” Aegon hums, bringing his hand down a third time. “Good girl.” He smacks her again, and again, and again. By the seventh strike, Jaehaera is shaking and crying even harder, to the point where Aegon is afraid she’ll throw up again. He whispers, voice uncharacteristically gentle. “Only three more, sweet girl.”
Aegon delivers the last three blows in extremely quick succession, immediately hauling his mess of a daughter to sit back in his lap. She sobs horribly as Aegon pats her sore ass, as reassuring as he can be. “Shhhh…shhh… it’s okay, baby. No more punishment. Shhh… Daddy’s got you.” Jaehaera clings to him, as if he’ll disappear into a cloud of smoke, a mere apparition. She barely registers the feeling of him picking her up, kissing her gently on the head as he does so. His poor girl. “Sorry, daddy… sososososo sorry…” She’s inconsolable. He pats her back. “It’s okay. Daddy knows you aren’t going to do those nasty, naughty things again. Daddy knows. It’s okay. It’s all okay.”
Aegon repeats it to her like a mantra as he ascends the stairs, a maid hurrying to clean up Jaehaera’s mess in the foyer. He bounces her gently, taking her into her bedroom. Her soft, beautiful bedroom, with a mobile above her bed and all the stuffed animals and dolls and fluff she could ever desire. Morghul sleeps on the end of the bed. Aegon nudges Jaehaera. “You wanna pet Morghul, sweetheart? It always makes you feel better, baby.”
Jaehaera sniffles, reaching her hand out to pet her cat. She holds onto the front of his shirt, as if the world will swallow her whole if she’s not touching her father. Aegon gently puts her down on the bed. “I’m just going to get your nightgown, sweet girl.” Jaehaera wipes her nose on the back of her hand, watching as Aegon rifles through her dresser. He picks a soft pink one, cotton and gentle on her skin. She’s surprised he didn’t pick out her onesie.
Aegon pours strawberry milk from the mini fridge into her baby bottle, screwing the nipple on tight. He walks back over to Jaehaera, setting the bottle on the nightstand. He coos gently, much softer than the last time he said this phrase. “Lift up your arms.” Jaehaera obeys, letting Aegon slide the fabric onto her body. He pushes her back against the pillow, gently lifting the bottle to her lips. “Come on, good girl. Take your baba.” Jaehaera mumbles softly
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“Thank you, dada.”
Aegon sits on the bed, spreading Jaehaera’s thighs, the bed denting under his weight. He leans over, straining against the confines of his clothes. “Let me take care of you, sweet girl.” Jaehaera nods softly, suckling at the tip, sweet pink milk flowing into her mouth.
Aegon inches his hand to Jaehaera’s bare cunt, gently massaging her clit as he slips a digit, then two, working her over. He whispers softly, “Good girls get rewards, don’t they?” Jaehaera nods. Good girls get rewards and she is a very good girl. She whines around the rubber, sleepily nodding.
Aegon pushes against her spongy walls, cooing gently as Jaehaera squirms and whimpers. “Uh-uh. Drink your baba. Don’t worry about this.” Jaehaera whines and continues to drink, twisting around on the bed. He rubs her clit with the tip of his thumb, twisting it gently as she cries out. “Good girl, good girl.”
Jaehaera sobs as she cums, suckling the bottle harder. Aegon leans over, fingers soaked with evidence of her satisfaction, planting a kiss to her forehead. He strokes her face gently.
“I think you’re better suited to strawberry milk, princess.”