Teach Me, Daddy!

Avoiding him

"Hey, come back to earth, Cathie." Monica's voice pulled Catherine out of her sinful thoughts. She shook her head to push the thoughts of her punishment away.

"Sorry, Monica, you were saying something?" Catherine asked, returning her attention to her new friend.

"I was asking if you would like to join me for my birthday party?" Monica asked after hesitating for a bit.

"When's your birthday? And of course I would like to join your birthday party," Catherine replied excitedly.

"It's on next Friday. It's a small gathering only for a few of my friends in a small restaurant. Hope you are okay with that?" Monica asked after hesitating a bit.

"Come on, it will be more than okay for me. I haven't attended any birthday party in years," Catherine mumbled the last part, so Monica didn't hear it. Then her eyes went to the gloomy girl she saw on her first day.

"Who's that?" Catherine asked, pointing at the girl sitting alone.

"Her name is Veronica Coopers. The heiress of the Coopers Industries. Unfortunately, she lost both of her parents last month. She only returned to school the same day you joined after her parents' funeral. It is said that her stepbrother will take over the company now since he was the first son of the late Mr. Coopers. But who knows how it will turn out for Veronica. Everyone knew how much her stepbrother hated her mother and her," Monica whispered to Catherine, who felt the pain Veronica was going through.

"Can I invite her to your birthday party?" Catherine asked.

"Uh, you can, but I don't think she will come now that she's going through a lot. Even when her parents were alive, she hardly mingled with us since she belonged to a totally different class than us commoners," Monica rolled her eyes while mentioning the class difference.

"Leave that to me. But I have to go now; my driver is waiting for me," Catherine said after checking the message on her mobile. She hastily packed her school bag and rushed off.

.................

"Thanks, Robert," Catherine smiled at her driver as soon as she reached the mansion. Robert smiled back at her and drove towards the garage, leaving Catherine standing in front of the main door to the mansion. With a thumping heart, she pushed open the door and went inside. In her mind, she was only praying for Archer not to be at home. She heaved a sigh of relief after checking the living room, his study, and the minibar. She went to her room, then changed her clothes.

After the events of yesterday, she didn't know how to face Archer, so it was better that he wasn't at home. Now she needed to have something to eat, and then she would lock herself in her room so that she wouldn't have to face her Daddy.

Catherine went downstairs towards the kitchen, but all her thoughts were forgotten as soon as she entered the kitchen area. To her surprise and bad luck, Archer was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of track pants. He was cooking something with his back towards Catherine. Catherine's heart raced against her chest as soon as his naked torso came into her view. With every flick of his hands, his back muscles flexed, making her p***y salivate. How can someone be so masculine and hot at the same time? She thought.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" Archer's husky voice pulled her back from her trance of thoughts.

"What are you doing here, Daddy?" she asked as she neared the kitchen counter. Archer turned around, and Catherine gulped down a mouthful of saliva. She had seen his abs before in videos and in his study, but up close they were mouth-watering. Only if she could run her tongue over them.

"This is my house; do I need someone's permission to be here?" he asked raising a brow.

"N-no, I meant, what are you doing in the kitchen? Where's the cook?" Catherine stuttered.

"I gave everyone a leave for today, since you and I have some real talking to do. But first, eat something," Archer pushed a plate of creamy pasta in front of her.

"Wow, it looks delicious," Catherine muttered and pulled a stool to settle down there. Archer's eyes traveled over her body. She was wearing a crop top and shorts. From the bounce of her luscious breasts, it was evident to him that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Yes, it really looks delicious," Archer mumbled, only for him to hear. He couldn't stop thinking about his adoptive daughter from the moment he accidentally ran his finger over her wet p***y. Never in his life had he felt so attracted to someone. He had s*x with countless women of all age ranges. But this little girl here intrigued him. He always had an attraction for forbidden things. That's the reason he joined the adult film industry; first, to piss off his family, and second, to give in to his forbidden urge.

After so many years, he was feeling that urge again to do something forbidden with his adoptive daughter. But he knew it was a dangerous path, something more dangerous than becoming a pornstar. And he needed to know what she thinks about him, too. If she gives her consent, then maybe they can become something more. After all, he would soon release her from this father-daughter relationship once he was done with the board members of his company.

Catherine could feel the burning gaze on her from the moment she started eating. She wanted to finish this pasta as soon as possible so she could escape from his gaze. But it was getting difficult for her to ignore his eyes with every passing second. At last, she gave in to her curiosity and looked up from her plate.

"What do you want to talk about, Daddy?" she asked, licking the cream from her lips. Archer's eyes followed every movement of her tongue, and his Adam's apple bobbed with anticipation. He took a long breath and met her eyes.

"Would you like me to f**k you, Catherine?"