Chapter 3

Gina>>>>>>

The next morning came quicker than I wanted it to, and by the time I arrived downstairs for breakfast. I was met with the heavy absence of my father and rather the sinful sight of the man I very much would've preferred absent. 

Ironic isn't it? 

The man I've always love to see is suddenly the man I wish to see least. Courtesy of my recent feat of course. The memory is etched deep into my head, in a constant display. 

How he walked in on me climaxing and commending what a good fucker he is, and he just had to ask how many times he's fucked me to heaven in my dreams. Like why? Couldn't he have just pretended that he didn't hear that or saw what he saw? 

Now I'm haunted, and so far I still wish earth would suddenly open up and accept me as a guest till further notice. 

The silence between us was deafening, and the tension thicker than those arm muscles of his. One would think he's a marine cop, or a gym enthusiast, but he's neither yet rocked a perfect physique. 

He was seated across me, attention buried in his phone as he absentmindedly chipped at his breakfast. 

I on the other hand couldn't bring myself to consume my waffles. Again I'm haunted, and his presence is not making it any easier. 

"Quit eye-fucking me and eat your food?" That granite tone of his was sharp as the sentence broke through our silence. 

I blinked my gaze off him, down to the meal in front of me. And the picture of him naked crawled into my head from nowhere. 

Curious of his size and how well it'd fit me. Gosh the mere thought of that was starting to turn me on. 

"I'm sorry for yesterday," I decided to bring up the topic myself. This tension would never resolve if the issue wasn't address, time to find out what he thinks of the stunt. 

"Yesterday? What happened yesterday? What are you sorry for?" His brows creased and confusion grew into his face. 

Is he kidding? Or purposely playing dumb. 

I stared at him through a bored gaze, "Seriously?" There was a hint of annoyance in my tone, and it was worth it. 

I've beaten myself over this throughout the night, and just when I decided to confront him, he's here trying to pretend that it was nothing. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Little bird," 

"Fuck," I mouthed inaudibly with my eyes briefly concealed. 

It was impossible to feign annoyance when his voice is enough to make a pool out of my legs. I seriously could use an exorcist, safe to say I'm possessed- definitely. 

"Little bird, are you horny for me right now?" The confusion on his face dropped, and his face leaned an inch forward with his furnished gaze pinned on me. 

I've been horny for him for so long I can't even pin a date to it right now. And that nickname he has for me, it doesn't always help my situation when his deep and velvety voice calls me by the name. 

If anything, it adds to the heat I'm already stuck with. 

"What would you say or do if my answer is yes?" I played back at him. 

I couldn't give a fuck right now about who he is to me. A father figure yes, but a fucking sexual appeal at the same time. All I could see is a man I want so deep inside of me he may not be able to get out. 

That's cringe, but it's my hormones talking not me. 

"Do you want me to say I'd spread you wide open on this table and fuck you hard till you go numb?" 

I couldn't tell if he meant his words, there was no alignment between his placid expression and the context of his words. 

"Yes," weakly, I muttered. 

He cracked a subtle smirk as he leaned back into his seat. "That's not right, Little bird," his gaze flicked off me and down to his empty plate. 

"However....." he trailed into silence as he pushed back in his seat to stand up. "If that's what you want, would you be willing to play by a few rules?" 

He walked around so he could approach me, slowly as he licked his lips coming closer till the space between us grew thin and thinner like a line of thread. 

My body sizzled, and I found myself unable to keep eye contact with him. 

I could feel him close, and while I battled the urge to moan out to the scent of him that rushed deep into my senses, I was also stuck with the need to remain composed. 

His arm crossed my eyes as he reached for the edge of my chair, he steadied a grip before he whirled my chair around to face him. 

"Eyes on me, Little bird," he demanded, voice thicker than a body of mud. 

My doe eyes peered up, straight into his face that was inches away from me. He had arched his body, so he was leaned over and carefully drinking me while with his eyes. 

I watched his gaze trailed from my face, down to my body, and stopped right at the center of my womanhood. 

To see his attention focused where it was, my thighs clenched close and my hands clasped tight over my core that was dripping wet already. 

It was obvious, if the musk smell hadn't gave it away, it was written all over my body. 

"Open up, Little bird," 

I knew exactly what he meant and like a force overwhelmed, my legs gently pulled apart and my hands pulled up and away from the spot right between my legs.

"Bare yourself," his tone had changed, gone deeper than it usual pitch- dark and dangerous. 

I grabbed the tip of my gown about to throw it up when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his eyes tightly shut as if snapped out of a reverie. 

"This is not what you want or can handle, Little bird. I can assure you." 

I knew what that was, it was a warning but even a prophecy right now cannot save me. I'm way too far gone. 

"Ruin me," my voice came out sultry, a mixture of my lust and passion. "Let me be yours to ruin,"

Chapter 4 

Gina>>>>>> 

His grip loosened and his palm slid into my gown. "Your words, Little bird." He grumbled out, his tone sexually charged. 

His touch went deeper, tender and filled with warmth. Heat pooled into my entire system as he pressed two of his fingers against my throbbing cunt. 

"You're this wet for me, Little bird?" He made a comment, subtly awed. 

I bit hard on my lower lips, unable to control myself as I began grinding myself against his fingers. I was too horny, like I'm on fire and he's the only thing capable of quenching me. 

"Take it off." He jerked at the laced thong I had on. 

I instantly shoved my hands into the sides of the pant's waistband as I dragged it off me without hesitation. He grabbed it off my hand before I could toss it on the floor. 

I watched him took the fabric in for a long sniff. "You smell so good, Little bird." His tone moaned out as he buried his nose deeper into the material stained with my pussy juice. 

Fuck that's so hot. 

Seconds later his attention crawled back to me, to my exposed vagina in front of him. A hungry look in his eyes. 

"Tell me you want my fingers deep in you," he demanded as his palm lowered back against my pulsing cunt, he teased at me as he ran a quick rub of his fingers over the drenched skin. 

"I want your fingers deep inside of me, please." I obeyed in a pleading tone, not sure of what I pleaded for, but very certain of my sexual excitement and overwhelming lust for him. 

"Who am I to you, Little bird?" 

He slid a finger into my pussy, raw and indecent as he began pushing in and out, fast and rough. He thrusted in a steady pace. 

An heated sensation pinned instantly at my soul, my body, every inch of who I am. My lips slipped open eliciting gasps and uneven breaths as his middle finger continuously work in and out of my pussy. 

"Answer me, Gina. Who?"

He added another finger, pushing it in so deep before he relaxed his thumb right over my clit. He rubbed on it incisively, simultaneously wiggling the two fingers he had stuck in me. 

"Fuck!!!!" Pleasure pulsed through my veins, drawing deep at every corner of my system. 

"You're my father's best friend, yes!" I cried out, the buzz unbearable and constantly a fire to endure. "A father figure to me!" 

He quit massaging my clit, and brought out the two fingers he had stick inside my cunt. 

"You're a mess, Little bird." He remarked as he slapped on the surface of my vagina, the sound of his palm hitting on my pussy juices told me exactly what he meant with that comment of his. 

I am indeed a mess, a whole mess for him to ruin, to use as he pleases at the moment. Anything that gets me the reality of the dreams I've always had. 

"At the moment, I'm not your father figure. I'm the guy who you've dreamt of fucking more times than I can count right?" He suddenly pinched at a small flesh out of my pussy. 

And a painful moan escaped before I could push it back. That was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a balanced sensation. 

"Right?" He repeated the same action. 

"Yes," I moaned out painfully, no idea what game he was playing or trying to play. 

"From now on, I'll be your sex daddy. Do you agree to become Daddy's sexy plaything?" His thumb drove into my pussy uncalled, nudging at a sensitive layer as a whole new flutter of pleasure crashed at my system. 

I hummed out a yes, nodding my head as I bit hard on my lower lips while a moan stifled out. 

"Use your words, Little bird." He brought out the thumb only to repeat the same process harder and faster. 

"Yes yes yes. I accept to be your plaything, daddy." For some reason, that came out sexier than it should. 

"Daddy is gonna eat you out now, and make you cum? Do you want that?" He quizzed while his body stooped down between my legs, his face still very much meters away from my parted thighs. 

"I want it, please." 

It genuinely feels like I was dying. I wanted more and less of what he's giving me right now. More in the sense of how it makes me feel, and less of the torment. 

The torment, that even somehow still makes me feel a way I wouldn't totally be against if he decides to explore such. 

The way he had pinched the flesh around my pussy the other time. A bittersweet ecstasy. 

Two hands wedge at my thighs and I watched his head fell in between. His tongue rolled over my cunt, slick and precise. 

My head threw back in a charged exhilaration. Oh God. Oh my fucking God. 

He doesn't just lick around the spot, he'd push the tip of his tongue in, let it flick around before he'd lick all around and then suck on my clit, biting at my nerves high and without control. 

"Urghhhhh...." I'd become a whimpering mess. Unable to keep it within myself. He ate me out like I was his favorite meal to devour, like he's starved and desperate. 

I suddenly felt a bang knocked into my head. Cold and vicious, another bang settled in and a voice filtered through my consciousness. 

My eyes steered awake. Ears pricked from the knock repeatedly slamming at my door. 

I groaned, "Who is that?" I yelled out in a sluggish tone. 

Gosh this is hell. I bursted into invisible tears as I brought up my palms to clean my face. I was so fucking close! 

"I'm leaving and I thought I should check in on you before going, are we good?" My father's voice rang loud from outside my room. 

"Bye!" I screamed back at him, groaning hard as I rubbed on my temples.

I heard his footsteps receded and the sound of a dragging suitcase. 

Another day, another torture of what it's like being in love and lust with my father's best friend. Today's dream about him would've been perfect as usual if my dad hadn't interrupted. 

He just had to drop a knock just when I was about to cum. Ugh! 

At least he's gone. It's finally me alone with my doom. 

What could go wrong?

Chapter 5 

 Gina>>>>>

 The only way today could fix itself from the jinx my father started it with was if the day could play out exactly like it did in my dream. 

 So I picked a gown like I wore in my dream; in hopes of manifesting the dream. The dress was similar to what I had on inside the dream, and I decided to skip the use of underwear just in-case. 

 I arrived downstairs. Contrary to how it was in my dream, there was no Frank in sight or at the dining table- but, the table was set. 

 I was still peeping around when I felt a presence came up from behind me. I walked a few meters away from the stairs before I turned around to see him halted. 

 He wouldn't finish descending the stairs. He leaned into the wall with his arm folded over his chest as he pinned a lowered gaze on me. 

 "Good morning," he whispered out in his throaty voice. 

 I cut gaze with him. For some reason it felt too much to look him in the eyes. "Morning," I too responded in a whisper like tone. 

 "So you're back to talking to me now huh?" 

 I heard him scoff, followed by the sound of his steps as he finish descending the stairs. He walked past me and straight to the dining table where he slid into one of the seats. 

 "Your father is gone, Little bird. You can't avoid me forever, especially if it's going to be the both of us alone for the next couple of weeks." He snickered, jeering at my seclusion. 

 "I-" I had to pause whatever I was about to say when a loud sound pierced the air. 

 I glanced up at him and saw it was his phone, he already brought it out of his pocket and was staring down at the screen. 

 I don't know who it was that gave him a call, but he stood up, excused himself and walked off to go probably attend to the call. 

 I stared around curious. Who could that be? 

 I found myself trailing after the path he took. I've never seen that man received a call ever since I've known him. So who could be calling him now? 

 Even my dad doesn't call him when he's away or they're apart. I assumed then that he doesn't like call. Hence why I'm curious now on who was it that could be calling him. 

 Perhaps he's got a girlfriend. I mean he's too hot to be single, so maybe he's finally gotten a girlfriend. 

 I hid myself near the window cause he went out on the porch before he answered the call. 

 I couldn't exactly make out who was it he was speaking to, but he's yet to respond back and was only listening to whatever was being said to him. 

 "Are you done?" He asked whoever it was on the call with him. Safe to assume that person was ranting. 

 "I promised you. Do you trust me or not?" He seemed frustrated. 

 Trust him with what? What did he also promise? Is this about work? 

 Questions regarding his words pooled into my brain without censors. 

 "You've got to calm down, I already promise you. It's going smoothly, just a few more process. There's seriously nothing for you to worry about. If it wasn't for who you are to me, I wouldn't have picked your call to begin with," 

 I knew it! 

 I knew the caller was someone dear to him. Now was it a man or a woman? Everything he said just now only has me deeper into the depth of my confusion. 

 "I'm gonna end the call now, goodbye." 

 I scurried away from the spot where I'd merge myself to be able to eavesdrop on his phone-call and quickly rushed back to resume my stance exactly where he left me. 

 Soon enough, his presence surfaced as he went straight back to resume his breakfast. 

 "You got a call?" I made sure my awe was as loud as my curiousness. "Who was it?" 

 He glanced at me, muted. He stared back down at his meal after a scoff. 

 "Do you have a girlfriend? Was it your girlfriend?" I found myself slowly approaching him. 

 He looked up at me once more, this time assessing me like I've grown an unnatural detail to my features. 

 "If I have one, would it break your heart?" He threw at me finally, his eyes squinted. 

 I looked away from him and shrugged. "Why would that break my heart? I already figured there's no way you'd be single," I told him with my eyes laid off him. 

 "And why is that?" 

 "Cause you know- you're hot. Hot- oh shit!" I clamped a palm shut on my lips, realizing the words I'd just sprouted. 

 Did I just call him hot? Okay earth, I'm calling out to you once more. Open the fuck up and let's be roommates till further fucking notice. 

 I watched a smug smirk grew into his face. "I'm hot? Do you think I'm hot, Little bird?" 

 No I'll not answer that. I proceed to take my own seat farthest from where he's seated, at the opposite end of the table. 

 I'm just gonna pretend he's not there and that my attraction to this man isn't slowly poisoning the peace of my mind, soul, life in a nutshell. 

 "Little bird," he called out humorously. 

 Fuck everything about this man is hot. From the way he talks, to that stupid beautiful broad smile on his face. Every single thing about him is attractive. 

 I would have thrown myself at him if he wasn't who he is to me. A goddamn father figure. 

 "I'll tell you what, if you could do three things for me, I promise to fuck you senseless like you've always wanted." 

 My head snapped over to him. Wait what? I paled out. 

 "Huh?" 

 "I won't repeat myself sweetheart. I'm well aware of what I walked into yesterday's night," 

 He just had to remind me of what I thought he might've forgotten by now. Forgotten how? How could he forget so quickly unless he's got an incompetent brain weight. 

 "T-th-three things?" My voice had lost its pace. I sounded like a fractured mutt. 

 "Yes, little bird. Three things, but I have to warn you. The three stuffs are no ordinary things." 

 Okay is this a prank or am I still dreaming? 

 Something fishy is going on here. I can smell it.