C-3: Tease You
853 Words
Catty's POV
“I’ll f**k you and make my son thank me for it.”
He sneers, feral. His tone is laced with arousal. I shut my eyes, with my breath holding up in my throat when I feel his bulge poke through my robe. His nasty smirk broadens.
Gently, his fingers cup the side of my breasts and slowly move up to roll up the big watermelons in his palms.
I moan, enjoying the coarse feel on my soft skin, too weak to fight my feelings. He squeezes, and packs them upward, clapping them to my chest. I feel his hand seize my n*****s and pinch, causing me to gasp.
“Uh…” I battle a cry, shaky in his grip.
The edges of his firm lips brush my neck, further crushing my defense. “I bet you’re swollen and wet for daddy.” He mocks me, gently stroking down my belly.
My breast settles on his hand, and my body goes rigid as he crawls down my belly button, beneath the robe, past the clean-shaven area, and…
“Babe?” James’s voice sounds from the hallway.
Oh, my god!
I jolt out of his grip, breaking the forbidden spell. Without looking at his evil eyes, I grab his robe and wear it over mine before totally taking the old one off. Done, I run out of the room before James could get to us.
“Kate.” He sighs. “You took so long.”
I fake a smile. My shaky hands steady on the robe. “He had to look for it.”
Without giving it much thought, he shrugs and takes my hand in his. “Relax, my dad isn't scary.” He laughs. “Good night, Dad.”
We walk to our room which is the last room. I love the view from this angle, plus it's the master bedroom. He shuts the door once we get in, and settles on the exact spot my c*m had leaked on.
“Do you think he’d believe our shenanigans and give me my part of his property?”
I look away and itch my neck. “Is this just a show to you?” I try to focus on my hurt rather than my betrayal. I walk over to my side of the bed and lie still.
“Come on, babe.” He crawls onto the bed, holding my hand in his. “You’re the one. I'm just trying to settle other things.”
I puff, blinking back tears. That's all he ever does, settle everything but us.
“If he falls for our little show and hands me my share, I’ll treat you like the first queen.”
I just smile, happy that he’s happy.
He pushes closer and hugs me from behind, cuddling me to sleep.
Night slowly creeps by, the darkness evoking dark thoughts. It starts from the club… everything… I hear the door creak open but I don't look at it. Silent footsteps walk towards the bed, my end of it. The person crawls into the bed, and I see the silhouette cross my body as he settles right in our middle.
My body trembles at the nasty things I know he's about to do to me. I feel his touch creep up my knee, slip underneath the robe, and in between my thighs.
‘We can't do this…’
‘Shhh,’ he holds my thigh and raises my leg, spreading me wide. ‘He may be your boyfriend but your body belongs to me.’
I feel him stroking my body, sending ripples of pleasure through me.
‘Scream it.’
“Yes, daddy!”
I jolt up in bed and turn to see if he’s beside me. No, it's just a nasty dream. I'm sweaty, with my robe soaked, but it isn't the only thing that’s soaked. I can feel something warm stream down my thighs, again!
James closes up, seeming a bit confused.
“Are you okay?”
I nod nonstop. “It was just a nightmare.” I stammer.
“And you said yes Daddy?” His brows furrow.
The hairs on my skin spike. I'm certainly getting into trouble sooner than I thought.
“I was just taking orders… as an obedient girl,” I murmur and crawl out of bed. “I need to get some water.”
Without waiting for his permission, I get out of bed and leave the room. Cool breeze filters in through the open glass windows and blows me into the hallway. Down the lonely part, I start nursing ridiculous thoughts.
Someone has to put a stop to the madness before it consumes us both. James is not close to being perfect, but I love him still.
I linger in front of Mr. Alistair’s door, tapping my feet and rubbing my hands, trying to set the record straight. Not thinking it too hard, I twist the knob and burst in.
My eyes fall on the most shocking revelation of my twenty-five years on earth.
My boyfriend’s dad has his big c**k out, and m*********s to my damn robe!
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