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.

Chapter 6 

<Gina>

My gaze on him squinted hard, "What could you possibly want me to do for you?" I sounded quizzical. 

"I'm going to need your yes or no now, Little bird," he said back to me. Not an insight to whatever three things he wanted from me, and rather an influence to the mystery it already was. 

Well... just three things. He wouldn't hurt me, or murder me, so there's no need to be wary of the things he needed from me. 

I get those things done for him, and he's going to lay me bare, like I've always dreamt about on a soft mattress preferably to fulfill my wildest fantasies. He's going to take me hard and raw, no mercy. 

"My answer is yes. I agree, I'll do it." I finally mouthed in break with the silence. 

I watched a smirk grew into his face. Was he amused or amazed? That wasn't telling. The man's smug expression is always hard to read. 

"Great, then we leave for the city tonight. Your first task is with me, I'll share the details with you whenever we're on the move. For now, you can go pack up." He stood up and faded out of sight seconds after his utterance. 

'Leave for the city? To go do what?' I just stared at the absolute silence that filled the room following his absence. No answer to the question popped in my head. 

I guess I'd have to be patient enough to find out. 

My phone began ringing, an abrupt charge at my solitude. I pull the phone to check who the caller was and it was an unknown caller. 

I stared at the call for few seconds, hesitant to pick before I finally slid on the answer button. I took the call silent, waiting on the caller to be the first person to speak. 

"Gina?" A familiar voice bloomed, soft and feminine, like I've always known the voice to be. 

"Mom?" I had to confirm because this cannot be possible. 

"Yes Gina. It's your mother," her voice came through with an affirmation. 

Huh? Impossible! It's been ages. Years! So many years that I've stopped counting. 

"Are you dying?" I had to ask, because why now of all time did she choose to call. Something must be wrong with her wherever she is. 

She doesn't miss me, she doesn't want to see me, I'm sure of that. 

"I've missed you my pretty darling. I'm not dying, and I just thought it was time for us to-"

"Hold that thought. There's no us, you left without turning back. You erased me from your mind, memory and life probably so don't you dare lie to me on this phone that you missed me because you wouldn't have been gone so long if you did! And even if you were indeed gone, the same way you were able to reach out to me you could've used the same way a long while back to check up on me. I'm not doing this with you, I've accepted that my mother is dead and so be it!" 

I proceeded to end the call as well as quickly blocked the number she used to call me so it wouldn't go through if she decides to call me again. 

She's dead to me. What does she even expect? 

That I'd hear her voice and be all over her? Or forget the trauma she had me going through at a young age. I'll die before I forgive and forget everything she's done. 

Gosh she just made me lose my appetite. Now I'm all riled up and disgusted. I shouldn't have picked that call. 

My phone started to ring again, I checked the caller to see if it was an unknown number so I'd know better to ignore it this time around. However, it was my best friend in college. 

I took the call and instantly placed it on speaker. "Hey Riri, how's summer back at home?" My voice was all lively and the opposite of the negative emotions I basically had myself processing this morning. 

"I've missed you so much and it's so boring out here. When was the last time you heard from Jake? Are you guys still not talking?" 

That was my boyfriend she's asking about. We had a little fight before I came home for summer break. 

He had suggested he came home with me, to meet with my dad and introduce himself as my boyfriend. But I opposed the suggestion and that led to the small fight. 

"You're bored and it's Jake you wanna talk about?" I scoffed at her, she's not serious. 

"Yeah well it's because I may or may not have accidentally blurted out your home address to him," her tone softened to a guilty voice. 

"What did you do, Riri?" When her voice goes this low, it's usually worse than whatever she's telling me. 

"It's not my fault. He didn't tell me you guys had a fight at first, he was like he wanted to surprise you, be a good boyfriend and take things next level with you. I didn't mean to tell him the address at all, it was just in the midst of-"

"Riri!" I had to cut into her blabber. 

"Yes?....." 

"What. Did. You. Do?" 

"Told Jake your address and now I think he's on his way to surprise you. And before you blame me, I didn't know you guys were fighting until after he made me tell him the address. Also why doesn't he even know your address? He's been your boyfriend for two years already. Do you honestly still think your relationship with him isn't worth it?" 

"Fuckkk...!" I cussed out inaudibly. "Riri I'll talk to you later, and don't think I'm gonna forgive this thing you did easily. Don't even think about it!" I told her before I hung up. 

I can't have Jake come over here?! Not when it's me alone with Leon- when we've already planned to leave for the city tonight. 

Leon doesn't need to meet my boyfriend, just like Jake doesn't need to meet the man I picture whenever I'm in bed with him. 

Ding dong. The sound of the doorbell ringing drummed at my heart. 

Fuck is he here? Cause who could be pressing that doorbell. 

Author's Note: I'm well aware of the switch in ML's name. I've decided to use a different name for him. Frank sounds a bit too old and well dry-toned. So our ML is gonna be referred to as Leon now.