Groomed by My Devil Guardian

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I was ten when David Carter adopted me from the state foster home.

He raised me for eight years.

But the very day after I turned eighteen, he unleashed his sick, twisted desires on me.

It all changed on my eighteenth birthday. After the party, David grabbed my struggling feet and slowly peeled off my socks.

He brought my toes to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Maya, youre all grown up now. Your feet even have a scent."

"They... they smell bad..."

"Nonsense. How could a young girls scent be bad? You smell amazing, Maya. I love it."

David placed my feet into warm water, admiring them like they were art. He massaged them gently from my ankles down to my toes. His rough fingers rubbed between my toes, and the ticklish sensation made me gasp, trying to pull away. But he gripped my ankle tightly, pushing my foot back down.

"You're getting stronger, Maya. And more sensitive." His voice, strained with excitement, sounded incredibly creepy. "I really can't wait."

"Your skin is getting so soft. Look, I barely touched you and you're already flushing."

I was completely frozen. He had washed my feet before as my guardian, but it had never felt this intimate, this twisted.

It was like he was a completely different person...

My name is Maya.

At ten, David Carter adopted me from the foster home.

He raised me for eight years.

I had always respected him as my guardian. But on my eighteenth birthday, the atmosphere in the house changed. When I woke up that morning, I was shocked to find all the maids dressed in skimpy, provocative French maid uniforms.

Their cleavage was on full display as they strutted around. Yet, they still treated me with the same polite respect.

Flushed, I avoided their eyes, quickly downing my coffee and licking my lips.

David watched me with a dark, lingering gaze, making me lower my head in discomfort.

I grabbed my backpack and hurried toward the door. But he caught my hand. "Marcus is off today, Maya. I'll drive you to school."

The tension in the car was suffocating. I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window.

Suddenly, his pale, slender hand slid up my thigh, lifting my skirt.

"Are you dating anyone at school, Maya?"

"N-No!" I gasped, terrified.

"Don't be scared, Maya. I'm just checking. You're still young. No boys at school, okay?"

"If there's anything you don't understand, ask me when you get home. I'll teach you."

I covered my mouth in shame, not daring to make a sound. I don't know how much time passed, but by the time he finally pulled his hand away, I was a trembling, shivering mess.

I didn't understand why he was doing this. It felt like a nightmare. All through class, my mind kept replaying what happened in the car.

I felt dirty, ashamed, and terrified.

When school let out, David was already waiting at the gates. I hesitated, too scared to approach, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the car.

...

While waiting at a red light, David reached into the back seat and grabbed a gift box.

He squinted at me with a smirk. "You're an adult now, Maya. It's time you started wearing things like this."

I opened the box. Inside was a set of sheer, black lace lingeriesexy and provocative. At his insistent demand, I had to change into it right there in the car.

"You look beautiful, Maya..."

David's eyes flared with desire. The moment the car pulled into our driveway, I flung the door open and ran like mad. His voice echoed behind me: "Don't sleep too heavily tonight, Maya. I'm going to teach you the things only adults know."

I bolted straight into the bathroom, splashing ice-cold water onto my face. I couldn't comprehend what "adult things" he meant...

When I stepped out of the bathroom and walked past David's bedroom, I heard a woman's voice inside.

I crept closer, peeking through the crack in the door. I saw David clearly.

He was pinned on top of a woman, one hand gripping her chest, thrusting hard.

Beside him lay another woman, her finger in her mouth, her legs tightly locked, letting out seductive moans.

I recognized them.

They were the new, young, drop-dead gorgeous maids.

Suddenly, David looked toward the door. Our eyes met.

A smirk crept onto his face, and he thrust harder, making the woman beneath him scream in ecstasy.

Horrified, I covered my mouth and fled back to my room. I pulled the blanket over my head, pretending to be fast asleep. A few moments later, my bedroom light flicked on.

David was done.

Seeing me asleep, he didn't wake me. He just leaned down, burying his face in my neck, inhaling greedily. "My little Maya is finally eighteen. I can't wait to show you how much I love you."

His hand slid up my shirt. Recalling the disgusting scene I had just witnessed, a wave of intense nausea hit me. I shoved him away.

"What are you doing?!"

"Oh, I thought you were asleep, Maya..."

Tears poured down my face as I gasped for air, which only seemed to turn him on more.

Summoning strength from nowhere, I kicked him hard in the face, scrambled out of bed, and ran for the door.

"You little bitch!" he roared, grabbing me by my hair and dragging me back onto the bed. He slapped me hard across the face. Stars danced in my eyes, my ears rang, and I tasted copper as blood welled in the corner of my mouth.

This was the first time he had ever laid a hand on me. Gone was the doting guardian; in his place was a cruel, violent monster.

I finally realized that those eight years of care were just him grooming me to satisfy his sick, twisted desires.

Suddenly, an alarm on his phone went off, interrupting him. He reluctantly stroked my cheek. "It's not the right time yet. Tomorrow, Maya... tomorrow you'll be mine."

What did he mean by "not the right time"?

I didn't know. But the moment he left, I locked the door, gasping for breath.

Was this the "adult thing" he wanted to teach me?

Our home had turned into a living hell. The next morning, I was dragged to the dining table. The maids served the food and left.

"Maya, this is Chloe, our new maid. Shell be taking care of you from now on. Why don't you get to know each other?"

I kept my head down, barely touching my food, terrified of looking at David.

My hand trembled, and I dropped my fork on the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I saw Chloe's bare leg draped over David's lap, her toes teasing his inner thigh.

Pretending I saw nothing, I grabbed a clean fork.

"Chloe, Maya prefers sleeping alone. Why don't you stay in my room instead?"

Chloe agreed instantly, resting her hand on his chest.

"I'll sleep wherever you want me to, David," she purred.

That evening, the moment I got home, Chloe's moans echoed from the bedroom next door.

"David, please! I want you!"

"I need you!"

"Love me just like you love Maya!"

In the dim light, Chloe was straddling David, moving wildly.

Love her like he loves me?

Panicking, I ran back to my room and threw up. That's when I noticed a tiny, blinking red light behind my full-length mirror. I searched the room and bathroom, finding several hidden pinhole cameras.

David had been watching my every move through a screen.

I was paralyzed with fear.

Suddenly, there was a knock. "Maya, dinner is ready. I made your favorite rosemary lamb chops tonight."

I forced myself to open the door.

He had just been with Chloe; surely he wouldn't come after me so soon?

Dinner was a lavish affair.

Chloe had lost all her previous timidness, acting like she owned the place.

She raised her wine glass with a sweet smile. "David insisted on throwing a little celebration for me, welcoming me to the family."

"Maya, you're happy for me too, right?" She swirled the red wine and downed it. "Aren't you going to drink with me?"

I hesitated, refusing to touch my glass.

But David grew impatient. "A little wine helps you sleep, Maya. Chloe is just being nice," he said smoothly.

Under their watchful eyes, I had no choice but to drink.

Minutes ticked by, and a suffocating heat washed over me. I tugged at my collar.

Soon, I began to sweat, my vision turning into a blur.

Realizing something was wrong, I stumbled up, trying to head back to my room.

She rushed to support me, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Maya, what's wrong? Your face is so red. Are you sick?"

"David, she looks sick. Help her upstairs."

She shot David a look.

My instincts screamed that they had drugged me.

I violently shook Chloe off, screaming.

"Let go of me! I need a shower!"

The moment Chloe let go, I collapsed right into David's arms.

"David, this drug is amazing. Look how fast she's reacting," Chloe smirked.

David's face darkened. "I told you not to do this yet!"

"She's eighteen now."

Chloe scoffed, casually stripping off her clothes right in front of him and wrapping her arms around him from behind.

"Don't you want to enjoy this?"

"You raised her for years. It's only right she serves you. She needs to show some gratitude, don't you think?"

The next second, David ripped my clothes open.

His piercing gaze scanned every inch of my skin, and his hand slowly reached down.