MONALISA
I was seated on a couch in the living room, playing with my fingers and just doing nothing. I was dressed in just a shirt that belonged to Lucius and I could breathe in his scent.
His scent Lucius had cleaned my legs himself and put a band aid where I got bruised.
“Lisa” he called me by my name and I raised my head up to see him walking over to me with a maid following behind him.
“Like to have another glass of water? Or a cup of coffee or tea would do?” He asked, stopping in front of me.
“A cup of coffee, please” I replied him and he took it from the tray the maid was carrying.
“You may leave” he said to the maid and she left, leaving just the both of us in the living room.
He sat beside me and handed the cup of coffee over to me.
“Thank you sir” I mumbled in response and drank from the cup.
I took a few sips before lowering my hand with the cup.
“Thank you so much for tonight” I thanked him once more.
“Are you fine now?” His smooth voice questioned and I just nodded.
“Now, tell me what happened. Who hurt you?” He asked and I raised my head to look at his face.
Why was he this worried about me?
“It’s nothing I guess”
“I don’t want to have to find out what happened myself” he said in a tone that held no jokes.
I sighed heavily, recalling the sight I had seen earlier today and I felt my heart ache again.
“My best friend…” The words came out of my mouth not too smoothly.
“Francesca Williams” he called her name making my brows arch.
How did he know her full name?
“How do you…”
“What did that little bitch do to you?” He cut me off, his eyes gaining a type of fire I had no idea those beautiful eyes could have.
“She… She slept with my…” I shut my eyes and let out a heavy breath, feeling my heart ache badly again.
“She slept with my boyfriend and she… She was fucking him right in front of them even when I caught them!” I broke back into tears and he immediately pulled me into his arms.
I buried my face in his chest, wetting his shirt with my tears.
“She told him that I was an inexperienced virgin and that I was insensitive to a man’s touches and then she took him away from me… I would not be so hurt if he cheated with someone else but Francesca… I trusted her so much” I sobbed and I was starting to hate the fact that I was crying so much but it just felt okay to let it all out to him.
I raised my head up to meet with his gaze and he reached his thumb out and gently wiped away the tears from my cheeks.
His slight touches were electric and almost made me quiver but I held it in as he took his eyes off my cheeks and brought them to my eyes, making us lock eyes.
My sobs turned into sniffles and then slowly I was going quiet, getting lost in his gorgeous eyes. I wanted to run my hands over his face and I wanted to bury my fingers into his hair.
No, that was the last think I should be thinking about. Not after what Francesca did to me today… But he was just looking so good, just like he always does.
“Francesca is not your friend” his hand on my cheek caressed a bit more.
“And I don’t want you to believe a word she said to you. Insensitive to a man’s touches? A big lie” he said and my cheeks flushed a bit.
“Really? You think so?” I asked him for affirmation and saw him gulp down, his beautiful lips pressing together for a second as he did so.
“Aaah” he let out a small groan and tilted his head back for a second, breaking our eye contact before returning to look at me.
“I should not be saying this to you but I think you need to hear it from me tonight. The lady I touched the night we first met, the lady who sucked my cock and moaned, clearly loving it. That lady isn’t in any way insensitive, at least not to me.”
I felt my cheeks heat up, felt my stomach tighten and I felt heat unfurl in my pussy.
With every word he said, I could recall every bit of that night and fuck did I want it!
I wasn’t in any relationship anymore. If I did anything with him, it wouldn’t cheating on anybody but him? He had stated clearly that he was a father figure to me and I was a daughter figure to him.
Even though I recalled that, I just could not help the words that left my lips. Maybe it was still the alcohol messing me up a tiny bit.
“You think I am not insensitive? You think I can do well with a man and respond just as well as others?” I asked him.
“Shit” he cussed lowly and that was when I realised that his head had moved closer to mine.
“Even though it was so clear that you are not experienced at blowing cocks, that night, you gave me the best blowjob and those slutty moans you gave… Fuck, no one could respond better. I am fucking convinced your mouth is one of your erogenous zone” his voice had deepened even more and his thumb reached my lips, giving my lower lip a slight touch.
At this point, the sexual tension in the air was just undeniable. I wanted him to show me just how responsive I could be and just how much he enjoyed being touched by me but I was hesitant to tell him so.
So I moved my face closer to his instead and brushed my lips on his, slowly and then pulled back, looking into his eyes to see what he was thinking of.
His eyes were filled with certain lust. It just had to be lust and want and it kinda gave me the courage to say the words.
“If daddy thinks I am responsive and I do well with him, then will daddy show me just how responsive I am and how well he likes my touches?” I asked him and I could see the conflict in his eyes.
He was probably considering a lot and I? I was considering nothing. I just wanted him.
“Cupcake” he called, his tone sexy and deep.
“Yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”