KATALINA
It’s been a blurry few days. I didn’t know a person could feel numb, cold, and hot all at the same time.
My sleep was filled with dreams of Mum walking away just like at the mall. In the dream, no matter how many times I called, she refused to look back or answer. I ran after her several times, and it always felt like I was close enough to grab her hand or her shirt. But my fingers would slip through, leaving me hanging. And each time I woke up from such dreams, I would feel relieved that I couldn’t grab her.
Though I was confused and worried about Mum, what worried me the most was the prospect of leaving Huracio. If that woman was really Mum, would she want to come back? Will she take Huracio from me?
I realized that I wasn’t willing to let him go. He is mine.
With that realization came a gut-crushing guilt and self-disdain.
Huracio was my Mum’s lover for two years. I experienced firsthand how much she loved him. Therefore, I knew that whatever made her leave him at the altar was extremely serious. This was why I found it hard to blame her for abandonment. I have always come first. She made sure I could take care of myself before getting a lover. She made sure that I liked and approved of him. If I didn’t like him back then, she would have rejected him. So, he wooed my affection, slowly turning himself into the father figure I always wanted. She then waited until I became an adult before deciding to marry him. There was simply no way she would leave the two most important people in her life without any sort of warning. Therefore, even though she left us behind, though Huracio turned out not to be as great as he pretended to be, I shouldn’t have fallen for him. I shouldn’t have coveted my mother’s man.
I am despicable.
But I would rather be despicable than let go. He is mine.
Once I accepted to be the villain in this story, it was easier to gather my distorted thoughts and move my heavy body. The weight of my actions still rested heavily on my shoulders, and my heart still felt tight, but I started self-regulating my emotions, and getting back my energy.
Knowing that Huracio wanted Mum back, and I wasn’t going to let that happen, I spent two days trying to figure out how to change his mind. I decided that henceforth, I would never argue with him again. I would be obedient and be his little slave or anything he wants me to be.
With that decision made, I didn’t go to bed after dinner like I usually do. I rummaged through the heap of scandalous lingerie Huracio continuously brought home. Finding a sexy double-striped thong that firmly lifted my butt cheeks, pulling them tightly tighter. The Thong also had a prolate opening that left my vagina exposed. I then wore a see-through, micro-length nightie that did nothing for my butt cheeks.
With my bathrobe covering my body, I went to the kitchen where I prepared some warm milk in a big tea mug. I took it upstairs, and for the first time, I approached his private office without being invited.
Not knowing if I would be welcomed, I cautiously knocked on the door. My heartbeats were so loud and fast that I almost didn’t hear him when he asked me to come in.
I opened the door and stepped in. Facing him, I pulled my chest up and slightly rocked my body, making my unrestrained boobs bouncy.
“I brought you some milk. Too much alcohol is not good for your body.”
I watched as the sternness drained from his hard eyes. It swiftly turned soft and warm like a puppy’s eyes. He has always loved my breasts, and I wasn’t surprised that his eyes were glued to them as I slowly approached his desk. With each step, I carefully rocked, and my boobs swayed and bounced, holding his attention.
Luckily, there was nothing on his desk except his laptop. I walked over to him, closed the laptop with my free hand, and pushed it away. I then walked around the desk, approaching his chair.
“Kitty, what are you doing?” He grunted and shifted in his seat.
My heart was beating so fast, It felt like it was outside my body.
What if he asks me to leave? I wouldn’t know what to do if he sent me out of his office.
I swallowed hard, suppressing my fear. I bent down so that my swaying breasts were hanging down, directly facing him.
“I brought you some milk. We-will you drink it?” I asked in a small voice.
He blinked in confusion and reached out for the mug, but I shifted my hand out of the way, making him miss.
“Drink it off me,” I whispered in a trembling voice.
I straightened up and wiggled my legs against his knees, trying to get in between the desk and him.
Realizing my intentions, he shifted his chair backward, creating some free space for my legs.
I got in front of him and slid my butt over the desk, sitting on it. It was big enough, so I slowly lowered myself on it.
As I lowered my body, he got on his feet and watched me. His warm eyes turned amusing and his lips stretched into a slow smile.
“Oh, Kitty. What are you doing?” He whispered in an airy voice.
I huffed and held my breath, creating a small dent around my stomach. I then started pouring the milk on my skin. It was warm and soothing. I trailed it down the valley between my breasts, to the dent on my stomach.
“Drink your milk, Daddy,” I whispered, unable to hold his burning gaze.
He picked up my legs and spread them out. Standing in between my thighs, he bent down and let his two hands glide up until they reached my two breasts.
He grabbed them and fondled them affectionately. His fingers found my nipples and started kneading them.
I trembled as shockwaves hit me like sparks of light. At the same time, I became relieved and more confident.
He didn’t reject me. I could see the hunger in his eyes. They were no longer just warm and amused. They were burning with a desire that mirrored my wants.
I seductively slid my free hand up his arm and purred, “Daddyyy… ”
He bent his head and his warm tongue flickered around my skin, burning me. He started licking the milk off me.
Every touch of his tongue was like a drop of melted wax. It was hot. I was burning up.