Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 20

I laid still on my back with my hands behind my head staring up at the Mickey mouse paintings on the ceiling. My face expression was calm, but deep inside I wanted to bang my head against these four walls just like a little boy was doing five minutes ago. He was eventually given Anastasia. A depressing sigh escaped from my lips, I knew this was going to be the longest four days of my life.

"What are you thinking about?" A soft voice caught my attention.

I looked over at my roommate on the other bed who was sitting up in Indian style with her head resting on the wall. I had almost forgotten she was there.

She was stunning! Her brunette hair was cut to her neck into a short bob and I was obsessed with her volumous eye lashes. They were long and curled up at the end bringing more attention to her big brown eyes. She had soft and undefined features that made her look more like an angel than a human. She said she was Italian. I wondered what a beautiful girl like her was doing in a messed up place like this...it was funny how she said the same about me.

"Nothing." I answered, "What did you say your name was again?"

"Cinnamon." She answered.

"Wow... and that's your real name?" I asked.

She nodded and I went back to counting the holes on the ceiling. I was soon interrupted by her soft giggle.

"What?" I chuckled confused.

"Oh, nothing." She answered as her cheeks flushed.

"What?" I repeated.

"Oh, it's nothing...I just think you're hot." She smiled timidly.

I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes playfully at her. She started blushing fiercely and buried her face in her palms. She fell backwards on her bed kicking her legs in the air unable to contain her outburst of giggles.

"Isn't it hot?" She asked when she finally sat up. She started fanning herself with the end of her thin shirt revealing her pink bra.

"b***h, it's 65 degrees! I'm over here wrapped in three blankets like a burrito at Taco Bells and I'm still shivering now you asking me if it's hot? f**k wrong with you?" I thought.

"I'm actually cold-"

"Ugh...my God...it's so hot!" She moaned thrusting her head back while tugging on the collar of her shirt with her teeth, "Oh, what was that? You said you're cold? Maybe I should come lay with you so I can warm you up."

Cinnamon stood up and pulled her shirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor, "I should take my shirt off so the heat from my body can transfer to yours."

"Wow..." I whispered to myself.

She climbed on top of me straddling my waist. She cupped her breast while arching her back and biting her plumped lips. I kept my eyes glued to her as she slowly undid her bra. She figured that I was getting impatient by the look in my eyes and she went even slower, clearly aware of the fire igniting inside of me.

She leaned towards my face making my heart drop to my stomach. I realized that she was only centimeters away from my lips. I felt a great amount of disappointment when she turned her face to the side and pressed her lips against my ear making the fire in my core burn like ice.

"Are you a lesbian?" She whispered.

"No..." I answered.

"I bet I can turn you into one by the end of tonight." She said, "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"

I didn't answer but instead lightly grabbed her cheekbones and pulled her face closer to me. Her wide eyes fluttered like twin butterflies as my breath fanned her face...damn, she was beautiful. I pushed her hair away from her face not wanting to miss an inch of her beauty. She stroked my lips with her thumb and I let it move freely with her fingers. I felt at peace around her. She titled her head and pulled herself closer to me so that our foreheads were touching, "I'm tried of waiting..." She confessed.

She pressed her lips on mine and immediately started licking my bottom lip demanding entrance. Our tongues met and battled in perfect sync for dominance as my hands traveled inside her bra. I yanked it off.

I flipped us over so that I was on top and started laying feather kisses on her neck all the way down to her cleavage. She grind under my touch and I caught her moan with another kiss. I dropped myself unto her and buried my face in her neck. She wiggled herself up and I sat back on my legs. I flashed her confused looked, I thought I did something wrong. She started stroking my hair again then pushed my head down to her lower abdomen. I worked the tip of my tongue around her belly button while tugging on the hem of her shorts. She impatiently slid it off and threw it over her back. I playfully pulled her legs towards me until she was laying on her back again. I threw her legs over my shoulders. I laid soft kisses on her inner thighs and traced the laced outskirt of her white panties with my tongue. She shrieked with surprise. I snuck my tongue inside of the thin fabric and Cinnamon arched her back onto me as a soft moan escaped from her lips. I brought a finger up to my lips, "Shhh...", I whispered. I continued to massage my fingers in infinite circles around her entrance through the moist fabric.