Make Me C*m, Daddy!

The Guilt.

Chapter 11.

Noria’s Pov.

“Can you hear that p***y? Can you hear it speaking my name?”

“c*m for me, Noria, c*m on my fingers like a f*****g slut.”

Lucan’s fingers thumped in and out of my wet, dripping p***y, and that was exactly what pulled me out of my dream.

“f**k!” I cursed, sitting up right and staring down at myself and the mess I had created between my thighs.

Frustrated, I yanked myself out of bed because it was the 4th time I was f*****g dreaming about Lucan’s fingers in my p***y in one damn night!

*

It’s Christmas today, and I suddenly feel even more guilty than I had previously felt.

Waking up this morning, it suddenly felt like the last thread of alcohol that held me together yesterday had slipped away, and now… I was back to reality and even more aware and cautious of my actions and everything I had made myself and Lucan do.

Thinking about it now, I feel more embarrassed than I could let myself express. He had genuinely asked me to stop, but I had pushed harder till he lost a finger in my p***y, sending me to a place that I could barely recall. My cunt throbbed and I was briefly reminded of how that skilled finger had moved in and out of my p***y, f*****g and drilling wetness out of me in ways no one ever has.

For the past two hours since I woke up, I have been trying to push past my guilt. And it was really working until Ivy dashed into the room wearing the brightest of smiles.

“Happy Christmas, Noria.”

Her voice was filled with warmth and her face beamed with a smile.

“Happy Christmas,” I whispered with a forced smile, sounding more inaudible than I had intended.

“I know it’s your first Christmas away from home, so I bought you this very beautiful Christmas dress to make you feel better.”

The smile on my face stretched as she handed over the dress to me, and for the first time since she woke up, I genuinely smiled. It wasn't about the dress. It was about the thoughts.

“Thank you,” I whispered, holding the dress tightly while her words suddenly reminded me that my mother had not called. She didn’t bother to ask about my whereabouts for the past three days, typical her. Cold and uninterested.

My heart tightened at her negligence, but I suddenly reminded myself that Christmas with her has never been fun, and home isn’t a place that shelters me, it’s a place I find peace.

“The moment starts soon, dress up and come down beautiful, okay?”

I nodded my head to Ivy, and once she left, I slumped back into bed, staring at the mirror while trying to control my thoughts which have been spiraling.

To help myself, I dashed into the bathroom, ran a smooth bath, then returned with a semi-elevated mood.

When I was done dressing, I stood by the mirror, staring at the reflection of the beauty that it gave back…. A lady in a white and red Christmas dress, one whose hair fell forward to frame her oval face. That was the version of me that the mirror gave me.

But the version of me that I had in my head was the version of a drunk lady who had kissed her best friend’s dad. The version of me who had kissed the man I claimed to hate. The version of me that had desired something wrong. The version of me who had been spread out and fingered while I moaned shamelessly.

My skin crawled at the thought, and the image of his hand against my skin flashed into my mind.

My p***y tingled again for the third time, remembering how his finger had touched it.

I clamped my thighs gently, trying to quench the feel, but a wave of sensation rolled into my body and my n*****s twitched, turning into rock-hard pebbles.

“Damn it,” I groaned, snapping back into the reality that was both real yet horrific.

Shame rose in me, but I hurriedly turned from the mirror and vacated the room, trying to run from everything.

When I descended the stairs, I was far too cautious, praying and hoping not to bump into him. Luckily for me, I got down the stairs without running into him.

I headed for the dining room immediately and there… I met Ivy setting the dining gently.

“Hey…” she called without sparing me a glance, and I instantly felt moody again. She might have seen me through the corner of her eyes.

“Hey…” I replied back, walking over to meet her.

For some seconds, she said nothing to me, and I did not say a word to her as well.

I didn’t know what to say or how to not sound guilty. Because for the hundredth time today, the image of my actions had played in my head, and at this moment, I didn’t know if I was guilty for betraying my best friend or if I was feeling guilty because a tiny part of me liked everything Lucan had done to me last night.

Without a word from both of us, I decided to help arrange the dining table, but the moment I reached out to a plate, Ivy spoke.

“You look guilty,” she said, and my hand froze mid-air.

The air in my lungs vanished and when I turned to stare at her, she was staring back at me with eyes that meant she knew something.