100 Ways To Pleasure A Little Muse

Chapter 5

MELISSA’S POV

I tossed and turned all through the night because of two reasons. One, which was because of the pulsing in my p***y and the other because of my step-daddy.

He shouldn't have helped with the ache in my p***y back in the truck, if he wasn't going to cross the line. Heck he already crossed it when he whispered dirty, filthy words into my ears while plunging his fingers deep into my p***y.

“I hate him.” I muttered, strangling my poor teddy bear in between my arms. I was passing aggression to the poor bear.

“I shouldn't have let him touch me, now I keep wanting more.”

This went on and on until it was morning and my eyes were red and dark with eyebags below them.

I bet Bryan slept well without any thoughts or whatsoever last night.

“Melissa, come down for breakfast.” Mom’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I flinched.

“Okay, I'll be down soon.” I replied as I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs in jean shorts and crop tops.

They easily became my best wears in summer because they are super comfortable.

The second my legs dropped down the stairs, Bryan’s eyes fell on me, making me pause for a second.

His eyes left mine, dropping to my body and then, he looked away as if my body had burnt him.

I was irresistible–now I knew.

“Why are you standing there?” Mom”s brows furrowed, her cheeks swollen with food.

“Nothing.” I offered her a smile and descended down the stairs.

Back in Seattle, usually, I sit close to Bryan all the time–we were so close, one would mistake him for my real father, but when I grabbed a chair close to Mom this time, she was not only shocked but confused.

“Why are you sitting here?” She asked.

I shrugged, grabbing a fork and digging into my meatballs. “Because I want to.” I spared Daddy no glance as I munched on my breakfast.

“You always sit beside Bryan. What changed?” Mom was persistent.

“Let her be, Lily. A girl always has mood swings.” Bryan cut in softly.

I simply rolled my eyes at him and returned my attention to my food.

This went on throughout the day. I avoided Daddy like a plague and he knew for sure why I was avoiding him.

I half expected him to apologize, to speak to me even, but he returned the same silent energy, making me boil inside.

While he kept talking with my Mom with her body pressed on his in the sitting room, I just grabbed the phone and excused myself.

I've always loved it when Mom became all lovey-dovey with Bryan, but why do I hate it so much now?

Why do I feel jealous of my Mom all because of a man?

“Melissa, get me and Bryan a glass of wine.” Mom orders just when I was about to run upstairs to my room.

I halted on my track, anger brewing inside of me. I just want to be on my own, why can't she just let me be?

A slow breath whoosed out of me as I turned around with a fake smile and made my way into the kitchen to get a glass of wine.

As if the world was mad at me for wanting my step-daddy, I couldn't find any wine. Not even one, let alone Mom's favorite.

Frustrating clawed at my chest and I stomped my feet on the floor in anger.

While I was letting out my pent-up frustration, Bryan walked in slowly. “The wine is in the fridge.” He announced and I looked away, brushing my hair from my face.

I walked to the fridge and took out the wine and two glasses, before walking past him.

“Princess.” Daddy called in a deep, low apologetic voice that almost made me melt to the ground.

“My name is Melissa.” I recalled, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Okay Melissa. Can you stop being angry at Daddy?” He pleaded.

“I'm not mad at you. Why should I?” I chuckled, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. “Like you wanted, I'm trying to draw a line here. A line between father and daughter.” With that said, I walked out of the kitchen.

I refused dinner because I didn't want to see Bryan. Hell, if I did, I might lose what was left of my self-control.

“Can you stop making noise?” I muttered, rubbing my empty stomach, which for some reason, has refused to stop rumbling.

It went on and on, becoming louder than the last. Left with no option, I rose to my feet and made my way to the kitchen, in search of what to eat.

Luckily, some Mac and cheese were left over, by who I believed to be my step-daddy. He knew I'd get hungry at night, so he left some portions for me.

“Why is he being sweet when he can't even have s*x with me?” I muttered, stuffing my mouth with the food.

I was done in no time and as I made my way back to my room, I halted in front of Bryan’s room, contemplating either to thank him or go back to my room.

I decided to do the former. The second I knocked on the door, a creak sound followed and the door pushed open by itself.

I was a bit surprised, considering it was in the middle of the night and Bryan was known to always close the door before going to bed.

“Daddy,” I called, my voice low, so as not to wake him.

But to my ultimate surprise, he wasn't on the bed. “Daddy,” I called again, almost in a whisper.

“I just want to thank…..” the rest of the sentence got stuck in my throat when I heard a grunting sound coming from the bathroom.

My body instantly went hot and my brain didn't help either. It began to paint images of my step-daddy naked while pumping hard into his fist.

My cheeks instantly turned red and I made to leave as soon as possible, but Bryan's next word had me frozen, to a point I could barely breathe.

“Yesss….Melissa, suck that dick.”

My step-daddy was f*****g his c**k while imagining my mouth around it.

My p***y immediately caught fire and my body came alive.

My pajama trousers didn't forget to stick to my p***y lips due to how wet I was. Dripping hard like a w***e.

“Melissa….choke on this c**k….take it all…” His former words were less filthy than the latter.

It kept getting filthier, and worse? I couldn't help but plunge my finger into my p***y to help with the ache I was feeling.