Aileen
He breaks out into a laugh hearing my question even though it wasn’t funny.
“So, that’s why you were so hesitant before? Oh, you are worrying for nothing. You don’t need to be so nervous around them. Just be yourself like you are normally. You don’t need to pretend to be a person aren’t just because of some stranger. Got it?”
I gave an uncertain nod in response. “Alright, but they are your parents after all. Can you tell me what they are like? So, I can at least be mentally prepared while talking to them? You know how bad I am with social interactions.”
“That’s…..” after a minute of thinking he nodded.
“Alright, I’ll give you a brief insight about their personality. That’ll be helpful for you. Even though I don’t like talking about them, I’ll still do it for you.”
“Uh…. okay. Go on.” Why do I feel bad about forcing him now?
He cleared his throat. “So….. my dad is….. he’s a smart guy and cares more about his money and image more than anyone. A tyrant who forces people to do everything as he pleases. Everyone around him is a puppet dancing on his palms. And nobody is special to him. He treats everyone equally, like trash. So, say your words carefully when in front of him, he’s a great manipulator also.”
“Oh…. okay?” Not only does he sound like a bad dad. He also sounds like trouble. Will I be alright meeting him up close?
But, if someday, he finds out about the relationship, how is he going to react? I can only imagine how horrified he must look.
“And, My Mom is…. she’s…. a good person. I can’t say she’s fully good or bad. I don’t know that myself. But, I can say, you don’t have to be so nervous around her. She may look scary and unapproachable at first but don’t worry. That’s nothing but her facade.”
“I see…..”
“And, she’s a bit like you so you’ll get along with her after a few interactions. You’ll come to like her more than Dad.”
He’s weirdly optimistic about his mom. I wonder what kind of a woman she is, who married his dad at this age.
Don’t tell me she’s my mom’s age. Should I ask him? That sounds rude.
Let’s see what she’s like tomorrow.
“I hope I have answered your question pretty well. And if you want to do something more, you have to meet them and talk with them,” he explained. “I’m done eating. Let’s call it a night.”
“Uh, hm. Thanks for answering.”
“Just a simple thank you won’t be enough,” he replied. “You need to compensate me well for forcing me something beyond my will.”
“What? When did I force you?”
“You did, just now,” he added in a pretentious tone.
“Huh? You are being unreasonable here.”
“I am? I can’t see that. You are spouting nonsense it seems.”
I heaved a sigh in defeat. “You are really! Fine, I’ll compensate you!”
I got up from my chair and went over to his side. He sat there with a stoic expression.
“How are you going to compensate me?” he asked, with an amused face.
“Like this!” I pulled out the chair he was sitting on a little with much effort. And went to sit on his lap with the extra space I created just now.
My back pressed against the dining table, while I faced him. My arms wrapped around his neck while the gap between us vanished in a second.
Our chests pressed together, as he peered into my eyes.
“Haven’t you become a bit daring lately?” he remarks, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. “I only asked for a kiss.”
“Oh? Then”
“But, this isn’t bad either,” he smirked, licking his lips. “How about we continue the rest in the bedroom? Or do you want me to screw you on this table with your hands behind you?”
Suddenly, I could imagine myself on top of the table all naked on all fours as he spanks me from behind.
And it just sent a shiver down my spine. Why am I so down bad? I’ve really no control over my thoughts.
“Oh, you gave no response. Then, you must have been thinking the same thing as me, right?” he remarks, pulling me towards him even closer. I was literally grinding against his cock which was poking through the fabric.
He has a freaking boner. No wonder he’s so much into the mood.
I removed my hands from his neck and tried to push him away, “No, I never said that. I was….. thinking about going to bed and sleep because I’m so tired.”
“Oh, really?” he whispered, his lips caressing against the crook of my neck. His one hand went inside my clothes, as he played with my buds which were all perked up.
“Tell me you don’t like my touch. I’ll stop this very instant,” he murmured, biting into my earlobe.
His touch created sparks all over my body and I couldn’t resist any further and just gave in.
“Bring me upstairs,” I whispered, resting my face against his neck, while I wrapped my arms around his back.
“Now, that’s like a good girl.”