Vera.
I’m dancing while humming alongside the music. I just feel the strong urge to dance and stretch my roped muscles. Throughout today I was lazing around as much as my period allowed.
Andrei managed to get the tampon and I wore it and stopped the cramps with a heating pad. So, now I feel much better.
I turn the volume of the music loud, it almost brings down the ceiling but I don’t mind. I just do the shit I feel like doing.
I skid over to the mirror, throwing my hands up in the air as I dance. My wavy black hair jumps with every move I make.
“Yeah, give me that, baby.” I croon the lyrics of the music, laughing and finding bouts of satisfaction from the drama I’m playing for myself.
The music stops and another continues. I dance and groove to the extent that I didn’t know it was night time. There’s this kinda joy music brings to the table and it’s what I’m savoring
this minute.
But…
A knock on my door brings an unwanted distraction. I growl under my breath and trudge to the door.
“Irene?” I call out, watching the smiling woman as she looks at me.
“Wow, your music is quite loud.” She says.
“That’s how I want it.” I declare with a stern look.
“Yeah, sure. You can tune it to the volume you really want.”
I shrug a shoulder, waiting for her to get down to her main reason for distracting me.
“Your dad is back. And he requests your presence at dinner.”
I frown at her words.
“Tell him I’m not interested in eating with him. You should bring mine upstairs.” I command, aiming to close the door but Irene puts her hand over the door.
“I’m sorry, Vee. He said you shouldn’t go against
his orders. You should come down.”
At that, she exits and I shut the door. I perch my back against it and sigh. How do I face him now?
My cheeks start warming up all over and it won’t help matters. Again, this will ruin my plans of giving him a huge space.
Maybe he’s missing you already, my mind tells me.
I feel a sprinkle of triumph at the thought. If after being indoors for three days and David’s
demanding my presence at dinner, it means he misses me.
That’s right. My plans are working.
I draw away from the door and hustle to my closet. I find the most flimsy cloth to wear.
Searching through the large wardrobe, I find a striped romper with a dip cleavage. The rompers are kind of loose around my thighs but I especially love the fact that the V-neck is very open.
I look myself in the mirror after putting it on and to my joy, some parts of my breasts are spilling out.
I arrange my hair and press perfume on my rompers. With a tinge smear of lip gloss on my lips, I turn and head for the door.
Let’s go again tonight. If the man has missed me. I won’t
make it easy for him until he caves.
My feet clomp on the hardwood floor as I make my way down. In a nick of time, our eyes clash as I make my presence known in the dining room.
Seeing him, my heart misses a beat.
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>>David>>
The temptation of going back to that brothel and meet the ladies was strong. It’s weird how I use others as an outlet for my horniness for Vera.
When I was at the office, I contemplated going to the brothel or the sex dungeon. But I know that’s not exactly
what I need.
What I needed was to see Vera. Smell her floral scent. And feel her presence.
It then occurred to me how much I’ve missed her. I realize
that not seeing her is a dangerous
disease that can make me run insane. So, the only way to cure myself was to come home and have some time with her.
While on my way home, I was filled with nervous excitement. So, three days without Vera is this asthmatic? I hadn’t been breathing well. My air stuck in my lungs.
I had to hurry for the driver to bring me here. Because of this strong urge to be with her, I turned down Edward’s offer of going to one of his club houses.
I sent Irene to call my naughty foster daughter for me and I settled in the head seat of the dining table after taking off my wristwatch
I open the top button of my thermal shirt and rub my hand over my neck.
I’m just about to wash my hands and tear a part of the Rotisserie chicken Irene made when I feel her presence.
A burst of nerves roll through me, I turn up my eyes to take her in. She’s on one of those sexy, flimsy clothes again.
I can’t seem to break my gaze away from the porcelain skin of her boobs. I know all too well she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are outlined on the fabric of the rompers.
With effort, I look at other parts of her body. Her hair is neatly brushed. Her eyes gleam under the light. Her cheeks start turning red under my watchful eyes.
Damn, her scent is assaulting my nose now. She’s
a living temptation. She’s out here to tempt me again.
However, I act like I’m not turned on. I pretend like I’m not sporting a hard-on for her.
I clear my throat and that seems to get her moving.
“So you can’t greet, Kid?” I bite out, cutting through the silence floating around us.
“What’s there to greet about? Being confined in the house for three days now?” Her eyes gleam as I take a peek.
Shrugging like I don’t
care, I sputter. “It’s a way to teach you that you shouldn’t mess around.”
After chewing the chicken, I scoop a portion of the black bean noodles into my mouth and chew.
Vera only twirls her fork over the food, seeming displeased.
“Eat up, kid. It’s
getting cold.” I order her. She gives me the “fuck off” look before taking on a few forks of the bean noodles.
Irene walks into the dining with our juices. She pours a considerable amount into the glass for me and then Vera.
“You know what…?” Vera suddenly pipes up. But she waits for Irene to leave before speaking.
“You can’t keep pretending like you’re one hell of an innocent man.” She sneers.
With a tilt of my right cheek, I shrug without a care. Silence. Then. “I never said I was innocent.”
She chuckles. Meeting my gaze she gushes. “That’s right, you’re not innocent. That’s the reason you built a secret room behind my closet…just to always watch my nude. And see me masturbate.”
My eyes go round and wide. My head spins like a thread. And…my heart begins a raging patter that makes it hard to breathe.
“Oh, you’re surprised
I found out?” A chuckle escapes her mouth. “These past three days enabled me to get busy. Fortunately, I discovered my daddy isn’t really a righteous man as he acts towards me.”
I draw my seat back in wonder. I narrow my eyes at her. The initial bundle of need to see Vera turns to a raging desire to launch at her. She just discovered my dirty secret.
How?
She stands up as well, watching me as I pace the length of the table.
“I figured, my daddy is just as evil as I am. A man who loves the naughty things his daughter does. A man who gets off watching his daughter pleasure herself
to the thought of him.”
Her words are getting to me, wringing my nerves tighter…tighter.
I don’t want to snap. I just…don’t. But she keeps on with her words.
“You thought I wouldn’t
find out?” She barks a mocking laugh. “Oh, too bad, daddy, I discovered your dirty secret. You want to taste what I’m made of. You want to fuck me…admit…oh…”
She gasps and I growl as I lunge at her, push her against the table and tuck my hand over her neck.
My hold isn’t too tight but it’s enough to make the pressure known. I’m gnashing my teeth together…teetering over the edge.
I’m hard…
I’m a ball of need.
My whole body is on flame, thanks to her words.
“You’re trying me, Vera. You’re trespassing.” I howl at her face.
She’s breathing hard and fast, and so am I. “I’m not doing anything. Just stating facts. You want to fuck me so hard…admit it.”
Still trying to put some answers together, I feel her dome my dick with her palm.
A hiss tear from my mouth at her electrifying touch. “Fuck!” I growl.
“Admit that you want this.” She whispers into my ear, seductively biting her lips.
To be continued…