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The elevator door closes behind Veronica. She bends down to pull off her Chanel boots, before quietly sneaking down the hallway on stockinged feet.
She had spent the evening with Archie against her parents' wishes and is now attempting to sneak back into their apartment and her room.
But she knows that ultimately it doesn't matter how quiet she is. Andre already saw her enter the Pembrooke, even politely nodded to her in greeting, and most likely alerted her parents about her return before she even got into the elevator.
She rolls her eyes.
Veronica opens the door to their apartment and steps into the living room, carefully closing it behind her with a quiet snick. When she takes in her surroundings, she is predictably greeted by the sight of her father sitting in an armchair, waiting for her, rum glass in hand. Despite the late hour, he is still wearing one of his black suits.
"And where were you, young lady?"
"At Pops," Veronica answers, slowly inching into the direction of her room.
Hiram raises one eyebrow, visibly unimpressed with her answer and her manners.
"No proper greeting for your father? This isn't how you were raised."
She briefly closes her eyes before walking back towards her father and bending down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Good evening, daddy."
"Better," he says, then quickly grips her wrist before she can attempt to leave the room again.
"But why do I not believe your excuse?" He shakes his head disappointedly. "You were with the Andrews boy, weren't you?"
"No, daddy, I told you, I was at Pops. With Betty."
"Don't lie to me, mija. You know I don't want you around that boy."
"I'm not lying!" she protests.
"Sit down," Hiram commands her, letting go of her arm and gesturing to the couch.
"I think it is time the three of us have a little talk. Hermione," he calls. "Our daughter is finally gracing us with her presence again."
Her mother enters the living room, clad in a black silk robe, just as Veronica slowly sinks down into the couch cushions.
"Veronica," her mother sighs. "Why must you always disobey us? I clearly told you to be back home in time for dinner. It's almost midnight now."
She shakes her head.
Veronica opens her mouth to answer, but before she can say something, her father speaks up again.
"Have you ever considered what it is like for me to finally return home to my family after being separated from you for so long, only to find my darling daughter turned into a brat? A spoiled little girl who defies her parents at every turn?"
She feels nailed to the spot by her daddy's piercing gaze.
"You are my little girl, and I love you, but it can't go on like this. I won't tolerate your disrespect any longer, mija."
Hermione sighs and sits next to her daughter on the couch, wrapping an arm around her. Veronica leans her head on her mom's shoulders, hiding her face in her silk robe.
"I'm sorry," she says in a small voice.
"So what was it that sparked your disobedience today?" her mother asks. "Is it because your father and I have been so busy this past week?"
Hermione drops a kiss on Veronica's forehead.
"Do you act out because you want our attention?"
Veronica says nothing, feeling both angry and embarrassed.
"If that is the reason, then don't worry. I realize now that you obviously suffered more greatly from not having your father here to guide you than I had thought. Of course, a mother can't replace a father's love, I don't know what I was thinking."
Hiram takes a sip from his tumbler.
"Now that I am back, I promise I will make sure to make more time for you, mija, to give you more attention. You obviously need a more hands-on approach."
'That sounds just as much like a threat as it does like a reassurance,' Veronica thinks.
"Will you, though?" she snarks.
"It's like you care about nothing but your business deals since you came back to us, daddy," she pouts.
"Lo siento."
He gets up and stands in front of her, taking her chin in a firm grip. He tips her face up, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"And I mean what I said. So, none of that nonsense anymore, do you understand, Veronica?"
She nods.
"Say it," he demands, tightening his grip on her face.
"I understand!"
"There's a good girl," her mother says, while Hiram releases her.
Then she leans in and presses a soft kiss to Veronica's lips.
"You were right, honey, it's been way too long since the three of us had a family night to ourselves."
Hermione leans in for another kiss, and Veronica fists her hands into her mother's silk robe, humming happily.
She opens her mouth to let the older woman's tongue inside and looses herself in the moment, her eyes falling closed. She's missed this. So much.
While her daddy was in prison, she and her mother hadn't touched each other like this at all. They both knew it just wasn't right without the head of the family there with them. Veronica hopes he is pleased about that.
When her mother pushes her down, so she is lying on her back, and crawls on top of her, her hair hiding their faces from Hiram like a curtain, she gives Hermione a happy grin in their faux-private moment.
"Te quiero, mamá."
She tenderly strokes Veronica's cheek with her thumb.
"Yo sé, cariño."
Then she gathers her long hair together, so it all cascades down on one side of her head, giving her husband a perfect view.
Veronica drags her down into another eager kiss, while simultaneously attempting to loosen the tie on her mother's robe.
Hiram chuckles fondly.
"So impatient, mija."
He takes another sip from his drink, enjoying the show from his seat on the armchair. His two girls are truly a gorgeous sight together, all dark hair and slender limbs.
He watches as his daughter finally manages to push Hermione's robe off, carelessly tossing it over the couch's backrest.
Meanwhile, Hermione opens the buttons on their daughter's blouse, pulling it off her. She can't resist leaving a vicious hickey at the top of Veronica's breast before finally dragging the girl's skirt down her shapely legs, leaving them both in nothing but their lacy underwear.
"So perfect," Hermione murmurs, caressing her daughter's skin.
Veronica blushes, her dark eyes filled with desire.
"Why don't we move this to the bedroom?" her daddy speaks up, an unmistakable bulge in his slacks.
Hiram doesn't wait for an answer, instead he gets up and lifts his daughter into his arms, just like he used to before he went to prison. No matter what, she will always be his little girl.
He unhurriedly makes his way towards the master bedroom, enjoying the contrast between them: him in a full business suit and still wearing his tie, while his daughter is in nothing but her skimpy underwear. If he wasn't already hard before, he would be now.
His wife leads the way to the bedroom, swinging her hips enticingly.
He is a lucky, lucky man.
Once inside the master bedroom, Hiram gently places his girl in the middle of his and his beloved wife's marriage bed. Veronica is a vision, her black underwear the exact same shade as the bedsheets.
"It's my turn now," he says, crawling over her and dragging her into a possessive kiss.
His daughter surrenders beautifully to his control, and he could stay here tasting her sweet mouth for hours. He unhooks her bra and palms her perfect breasts while never breaking the kiss.
But then he remembers that he still needs to make sure that Veronica will obey them outside the bedroom as well. That she learns her lesson and shows him and her mother the appropriate respect.
So Hiram extricates himself from the kiss and fishes a pair of nipple clamps from the bedside drawer.
Veronica's eyes grow wide at the sight of them.
"Daddy-"
"You didn't think you'd get away with your behavior without any consequences, did you, mija?"
He rolls her nipples between his fingers, occasionally grazing them with a fingernail, making them harden.
"This is your punishment for being such a brat."
He carefully attaches the clamps and lightly tugs on the chain.
She gasps.
Hermione lies down next to her, propping herself up on one elbow. She traces their daughter's swollen lips with the fingers of her other hand.
"Remember, cariño, this is to teach you to respect us. So accept this and everything will be just as it used to be between us again."
"Promise?" Veronica asks.
"We promise," her daddy answers.
Hermione takes off her underwear and lies back down, dragging their girl on top of her and closing her arms around her in an intimate hug.
She lifts her head to drop a kiss on Veronica's forehead which is resting in the valley between her breasts. Her little girl forever.
Meanwhile Hiram finally takes off his suit jacket, shirt and shoes, leaving him in just his pants. He knees his way back onto the bed, lifting Veronica's hips up, so she is balancing on her knees and then kneels behind her, between her and Hermione's spread legs.
He tears the fabric of Veronica's panties, pulling them off her easily, and Hermione harshly tugs on the metal chain when Veronica opens her mouth to complain.
She promptly closes it again.
Instead, she latches onto one of her mother's nipples, sucking to soothe herself, as her daddy slowly slides more and more of his thick fingers into her pussy, stretching her roughly.
"Daddy, please," she begs, and receives another harsh tug on the clamps in response.
"You'll take what you're given, mija. Don't complain."
So, she wraps her lips around the older woman's other nipple, moaning at the stretch in her cunt, eyes glazed.
"I think she's ready," Hermione says after a while, stroking the girls hair.
Hiram nods in agreement and opens his fly.
He strokes his cock a few times before slowly pushing his length inside their daughter.
'God,' he thinks, gripping her hips tightly, as his pelvis rests against her ass. 'It's been way too long.'
Hiram slowly builds up to a brutal rhythm, his balls swinging with every thrust, as Veronica clings to his wife.
"You're doing so good, baby," she murmurs. "You're taking your daddy's cock so well."
She pulls on the chain again, making Veronica whine at the sweet ache.
Then Hermione sits up higher against the headboard, leaving Veronica level with her cunt and their girl doesn't hesitate to start eating her out. She sucks on her clit and feasts on her juices, worshiping the place she came out of sixteen years ago without restraint.
Hermione leans her head back, moaning.
'Her baby is so perfect.'
Veronica doesn't let up until she's made her come and she enjoys every second of it. She loves being stuck between her parents like that, being played with, pleasuring them. Them enveloping her, loving her, controlling her.
Her father flips her around so she's lying on her back and swiftly slides back inside her. She gasps.
Hiram grips her chin and forces her to look him in the eye while his hips build up speed until he's fucking her at a punishing pace.
"I am tired of you defying me at every turn, Veronica," he repeats.
His eyes are like black holes, she is helplessly lost in them.
"I am your father, the man of this house, and when I tell you to do or not to do something, I expect you to obey me."
She moans at a particularly brutal thrust.
"Do you understand, mija?" he asks.
"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry," she sobs.
"Good girl," he tells her.
He takes off the clamps, causing the blood to rush back in and intensify the sweet, sweet ache.
Veronica whines.
Her daddy simply smirks and buries his head in her chest, alternating between sucking and biting on her nipples.
Oh, her daddy is a cruel man.
Then he snakes one of his hands between their bodies and rubs her clit with his calloused fingers. That's all it takes for her to fall off the edge and finally come, clenching around her father's cock.
"Daddy," she moans.
Hiram groans and buries himself inside her to the hilt as he comes as well.
She feels some of his seed trickle out of her as he pulls out, and a small, irrational part of her panics and wants to keep it all inside – wants him to create a life in her.
Her daddy lies back against the pillows and pulls his girls down beside him, one on either side of his chest. They both press a chaste kiss to his mouth and then settle down, linking their hands over his pecs.
All is well in the Lodge household again.
'I love them so much,' Veronica thinks as she drifts off into sleep, cradled in her daddy's arm, her mother's hand in hers.
Earlier at Pops, Archie had told her that he loved her but she just couldn't say it back. She had wanted to love him – it would certainly be the easier choice, the socially acceptable choice. But she made peace with the fact that her heart is already owned by her parents. And tonight has only cemented that.
Going out with Archie would be like cheating, and she understands why her daddy doesn't like her being around the boy.
But Veronica really likes him, even if it's not in the same way that Archie likes her. (Maybe she can help Betty seduce him, she knows the other girl has liked Archie since forever.) So she'll keep meeting up with him and their other friends and they'll joke around and have fun and drink milkshakes, and be teenagers together.
But ultimately her parents are the ones she truly belongs to.
—
Andre knows the Lodges. He had already been working for Mr. Lodge for several years when he got promoted to the position of the man's personal assistant and capo.
He feels incredibly honored at the trust the boss places in him. He is always near in case he is needed – always watching out for danger, protecting his wife and daughter. And this position means that Andre notices more about his boss's family than anyone else does.
Everyday he drives Miss Lodge to and from school, and chauffeurs her wherever else she wants to go, he listens to her talk to her friends on the phone and tells her she looks great when she worries about her new haircut.
In different words, Andre is always around, and privy to many of her secrets. To the boss's secrets.
But he wouldn't be here, wouldn't still be alive, if he wasn't very good at his job.
He glances in the rear view mirror and sees Miss Lodge trying to cover vicious purple marks on her throat with makeup. They're hickeys that decidedly hadn't been there when she entered the Pembrooke late last night.
Hickeys that can only have been given to her by two people, and that she is desperately trying to hide from her friends.
"Don't rush, Miss," he reassures the teen. "I'm taking the longer route to Riverdale High today."