Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 10

I dried my legs with a towel as I aimed for the outfit laying on my bed that I prepared for the party that night. I slipped on a strapless bra as I tried to decided rather or not to wear panties. I didn't think I needed panties...who wore panties under their dresses anyway?

I put on a strapless black Dolice and Gabanna laced dress that failed to reach my knees with a neon pink waist belt. I matched it with a pair of pink Dr.Martins boots and unwrapped my curls, then flipped my bangs which feel gracefully over my forehead. I applied mascara and eye liner that brought out my almond shaped hazel eyes. I then put on some glossy pink lip stick and picked up my phone from the dresser. It was 9:15 when I was about to text Demitri and ask him where his brother was when I felt the phone vibrating in the palm of my hand.

"I'm outside, hurry up," the text message said.

I didn't recognize the number but assumed it was Demitri's older brother and rushed out of the room. I was running down the long ass flights of stairs when I bumped into Martha dusting the rails.

"Miss Lyrika, where are going?"

Martha asked acknowledging my showy attire.

I flipped through pages of excuses in my mind and ended up with weak results. So, I said the easiest thing that came to mind.

"Shut the f**k up and clean, you peasant." I said to Martha continuing my marathon.

I ran out of the house as Demitri's brother honked the horn and beckoned for me to get in the passenger seat of his black BMW.

I did as so and he immediately pressed hard on the gas padal the moment I shut the car door. I stared as the heavy wind took control of his dirty blonde locks. His hair was shorter than his brother's but still long enough to look extremely attractive in the wind. He was holding the stirring wheel with his left hand as he took his chin in between his thumb and index finger with his right. We were going about one hundred and fifteen miles per hour and he looked very similar to a NASCAR driver as he cuts in front of cars that were going the correct speed limit.

"'Sup?" He nodes, surprisingly stopping at a red light.

"Nothing." I answered.

"D told me all about you." He said.

"He did?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Every day", he said, "He told me about how he met you and everything."

"What did he say?" I asked smiling to myself as Demitri's brother started speeding again.

I held down my dress as the wind threatened to reveal my goodies.

"He said that you were going to show him a little something of yours tonight." He screamed over the wind biting his lips with a short giggle.

I pretended not to hear him. Demitri gave him too much information.

"But don't worry though," he said, "I gave him a pack of rubber."

"We don't need rubber. It's not like we're going to go that far anyway." I said.

"Oh, trust me, shorty...you'll need rubber." He corrected.

Before I knew it, Demitri's brother was pulling up in his drive way and I heard MGK's "Wild boy" blasting from the back yard. We got out of the car and I followed him to the front door of the two story house. He unlocked the door and nodded for me to walk in. I stepped inside of the pitched dark house and held one hand out in front of me in fear of bumping into the furniture. He took my hand and led me to the living room where I was able to make out two figures laying on the couch on top of each other. They looked more like two boys to me but I may of been wrong since it was so dark. He then led me to the kitchen which was the only area in the large house that wasn't dark. There, I spotted Demitri stirring something in two cups in the sink with his back towards us. He had on a pair of black skinny and oh, yes...he was shirtless.

"Aye yo, D!" His brother yelled catching his attention.

He turned to our direction holding two solo cups as he squinted at us with his blood shot eyes. I could tell he was high.

"p***y wetters?" Demitri asked shoving a cup in my hand.

"What's this?" I asked puzzled.

"They're p***y wetters." He answered.

I observed the red slushy with chunks of strawberries and sour worms swimming in, it which looked pretty good to me. I took a sip and held my chess as I felt the alcohol burning the inside of my throat. I knew I didn't have a good history with drinking alcohol around guys, but it was from Demitri...what harm could he do?

Demitri and I made our way to the back yard where he immediately grabbed my hand and dragged me to middle of the dance floor full of hot and sweaty grinding bodies and off beat jumpers. I wasn't too much of a dancer, so I tried to talk him out of it saying things like "Uhh...Demitri can we just do something else?" And snatching my hand away from him.

But as soon as Usher's "In this club" started playing he grabbed my hips and pushed my ass up on his lower stomach. We were receiving alot of stares but Demitri didn't seem to mind as much as I did. I didn't see why people were staring at us in particular. There were other things for people to stare at, like a tipsy Gloria playing tongue war with another girl by a tree. Gloria didn't seem to notice me...but even if she did she probably would have been too drunk to react, let alone pose any serious threats.

By then, Demitri was thrusting his p***s in between my butt cheeks as he rubbed my thighs.

"Stop it Demi...don't do that!" I said spanking him playfully.

"You know you like it...stop fronting." He whispered in my ear.

This made me bite my lips. Damn...that was such a turn on.

"You roll up?" He asked.

"Nah..." I said.

"You want me to teach you?" He asked.

"You got that good s**t?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Hell, yeah..." He answered taking my hand and leading me back inside the house through the kitchen door.

To be honest, I wasn't a smoker. I never smoked weed in my life nor was I in the mood to do that at the moment. But I would if it meant being in a locked room all alone with Demitri.

He lead me upstairs to his room and locked the door behind him. There were both dirty and clean laundry spreaded out on the floor with dirty cups sitting on top of the T.V set and empty bags of chips laying on the unmade bed.

"Make yourself comfortable." He said.

I walked over to his bed and pushed the chip bags aside and sat down. He pulled out a small zip lock bag full of m*******a from his drawer and a pack of wrappers. He took a switch blade from his night stand and split a wrapper in half and distributed no more than an once of weed on each half. He started to roll it up then stopped to lick the ends then continued rolling. I observed the way his muscles flexed without him even trying. He did the same for the other half. He climbed on the bed and opened the window behind my head then plopped down beside me. He gave me my half. I held it between my glossy lips and waited as he took a lighter form his pocket and lit it up. He did the same for his and we started smoking.

For the first few puffs, I blew out slowly and observed how the vapor swirls, twhirls then disappeared.

"Let's play truth or dare." Demitri suggested lazily breaking the silence.

I was glad he spoke because if it was up to me, we would have just sat there for hours staring at the walls.

"Uh-huh." I agreed.

"You go first." He said.

"Truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth." He answered.

"Is it true that you didn't invite Randy to the party?" I asked.

"Why would I invite Randy when I want you to myself?" He asked.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah...", He nodded, "I do."

"Truth or dare?" Demitri asked.

"Truth." I said.

"Is it true that I turn you on?" He asked.

"Yeah...sometimes." I answered.

"Say it then." He said.

"Say what?" I asked.

"Say 'Demitri, you turn me on'." He ordered.

"Demitri, you turn me on..." I said.

He smiled to himself as he puffed away.

"Truth or dare?" I asked.

"Dare." He answered.

"I dare you to unbutton your pants." I said staring down at the dent forming in his pants.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I said so!" I said shoving him down on his back on the bed.

"Don't start things that you can't finish." Demitri warned.

"Who said I couldn't handle it?" I asked.

"How about you unbutton my pants yourself..." Demitri said.

"Fine." I shrugged mischievously.

I was about to unbutton his pants when he slapped my hands away. I gave him a puzzled look.

"Uh-uh-uh...", said waving a finger at me, "No hands allowed."

I slowly got down on my knees and took hold of his waist as I lifted his zipper up with my tongue then held it between my teeth and pulled it down. He caressed my head down as I stuck my tongue in the hole, trying to fully unbutton his pants.