Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 2

I woke up to what sounded like soft knocks on my bedroom door and sat up to pull some hair off of my face. Again came the knocks.

"Coming..." I sang.

I stepped out onto the cozy sky blue carpet and looked around for my slippers and again came the knocks.

"Heard you the first time!" I yelled as I walked towards the door.

I swang the door open and standing in front of me was Martha. We had 14 maids working in our mansion but my foster dad, Mr.Richard, hired Martha just for me. He said that if Martha didn't do what I told her, then I had all the rights to fire her. I sucked my teeth at Martha for ruining my beauty sleep.

"Oh...err, excuse me miss Lyrika, miss Mary ordered me to bring you breakfast." Martha said in a shaky voice.

Martha usually did everything I told because she was afraid of me and being someone's maid was the only job she was qualified for. Her family didn't have enough money to send her to college in India so she dropped out of school and stayed home and clean for the neighbors for spare change. That was what Martha and her 13 siblings were living on their whole lives until Martha got hired here. Now that she has a job that paid her over $1,000 a year she'd do anything she could to keep it.

"Just put it on the table." I said pointing at the shiny wooden table.

Martha rushed inside and laid 3 covered dishes on the table and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Now leave." I ordered.

She cleared her throat and nearly ran out of the room. I walked to the bathroom on the other side of the huge bedroom still half asleep. I opened the door and locked myself in. Then I walked in front of the full length mirror and took off my pink Victoria's Secret lingerie and admired my reflection. I didn't mean to be rude to Martha. It's just that in the mornings I have these little sessions where I like to stand in front of a mirror and...well, you know..."explore" my body. I needed to be alone because I sometimes tend to get a little loud. I don't seem to remember at exactly what age I started doing these things but I hadn't stopped since. I didn't want to stop.

I started squeezing my C sized boobs and bit my bottom lip in pleasure. I ran my hands down to my slim stomach and around my skinny waist. I loved the way it felt but I wanted something more. I let my hands travel down to my lower stomach and caught myself thinking about Mr. Richard. I couldn't help the fact that I had feelings for him. I get this indescribable tingling sensation every time he touched me. He didn't even have to touch me sexually, just the feel of his hands against my skin was enough to give me that special feeling. As my hands continued traveling lower, my mind wondered back to a late summer night when I was about 11 years old and Mr.Richard came in my room shirtless to check on me. I didn't exactly know how to feel about him but I couldn't stop staring at his sexy body. Although I pretended that I was asleep, I opened my eyes every now and then to take a peek. All of a sudden, I felt the urge to reach out and touch his muscles, but I didn't. I should of, but I didn't. He walked up to my bed and pulled the sheets over me. He stood there with both hands shoved in his pockets and stared at me for a good 15 minutes with his dreamy gray eyes and walked out. I wish he would of done more than just look at me.

I laid on the white tiles and opened my legs wide in the air. I rubbed the tip of my slippery clit as I arched my back. Then, I slipped two fingers in my v****a and pulled it in and out, moved it up and down, and went harder and faster.

"oooh...Mr.Richard give it to me, oooh yes!" I moaned uncontrollably.

I never felt so good before and it felt even better when I thought about Mr.Richard.

I didn't know what else to do to myself so I pulled my fingers out of my tight v****a and stuck it in my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around my middle finger and swallowed the liquid that was on it. I sucked on my index finger and imagined that it was Mr.Richard's p***s. I then took my unoccupied hand and placed it in between my legs and pushed my middle finger up my ass hole until it couldn't go any further. I moved it the same way I had seen the young Brazilian stripper did in Mr.Richard porn video that I had stolen from his drawer last week. I screamed because of the sudden sharp pain but kept on moving my fingers anyway. Then something weird happened. I felt my face muscles tightening up, my eyes started rolling back, and my toes started curling up. I moved my finger faster and went deeper in my hole.

"Oh! Ooh my gosh...ooh Mr.Richard!" I yelled with a long scream at the end.

I squirted on the mirror and pulled my finger out of my ass hole. I sat up breathing heavily as I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I wrapped my arms around my knees and stared at the warm liquid running down the mirror. I wiped some of it off with my hand and swallowed it. I did this again and smiled at myself in the mirror as I thought about how good it felt letting that out. For the first time I didn't feel guilty after m**********g. Suddenly, there were hard knocks on the door.

"Go away, Martha!" I yelled. "Can't you see I'm not ready yet?"

"Lyrika?...this isn't Martha." Mr.Richard answered back. "I heard you screaming my name from down stairs and I came to see if you were okay. Are you Okay?"

"Oh s**t. I'm screwed." I said to myself. "Mr.Richard heard me? How did he hear me? I'm sure I wasn't that loud."

"Oh...Um, Mr.Richard?" I stuttered.

My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest and run out of the window and leave me all alone in this f****d up situation. I didn't know what to say or what lies to tell or what excuses to make for screaming out my foster dad's name in the bathroom!

"Lyrika, are you Okay? Why were you yelling?" Mr.Richard asked.

I remained mute.

"Lyrika? Answer me!" He yelled banging on the door.

"Lyrika, I'm coming in." Mr.Richard said.

I jumped up and started running in circles trying to find a place to hide. There was only one way in and one way out, I had nowhere to go.

Before I knew it, Mr.Richard swung the bathroom door open.

"I was so worried." He said.

"Hurry up, you're almost late for..." Mr.Richard mouth froze in the middle of his sentence when he realized that I was completely naked.

I wanted to run behind the shower curtain and hide but it felt like my feet were glued to the tiles. His jaw dropped as he stood in one position to study my body. I stared back at him with a blank expression as I tried to figure out how he opened the door when I recalled locking the door before I had my session. I always did.

"Ugh...the keys." I thought. "How could I've forgotten that this man has the key to each and every room in this house?"

He looked up at me the same way he did the night he came in my room shirtless. Even though I said I wanted him to see me naked, I didn't want it to be like this. This was the last thing I wanted. I was too shocked to even try to cover myself and he looked like he was enjoying it.

"Sunny day today, isn't it?" I said breaking the silence.

I don't know why I chose to say that, but all I knew was I needed to say something and I did. He ignored my nonsense and went back to examining my body. I literally felt his eyes melting my flesh.

"Your legs are pretty wet." He said with his eyes full of lust.

I felt my cheeks heating up. He looked around the bathroom then at my lingerie on the floor.

"Please don't look at the mirror...please don't look at the mirror..." I thought.

He stared at my panties laying by the toilet.

"Get that for me." Mr.Richard said.

"Get what?" I asked wide eyed.

"Your panties." He replied.

I walked to where my panties were and took a glance at him before I bent down.

"Go ahead." He said with a mischievous smile. "I've been wanting your panties for a long time."

"What?" I thought to myself. "Has he been fantasizing about me too? Whoa! This situation is getting a little out of hand. But then again, this is what you want, Lyrika. All your life you've been fantasizing about this sexy beast and now he wants your panties. Well, you might as well make the best of this incredible moment."

"Why do you want my panties...daddy?" I said in an innocent and flirty voice.

He walked inside the bathroom and locked himself in. I took a few steps back and started biting my nails nervously yet eagerly. Mr.Richard took off his shirt and threw it behind him and walked up to me. By then, my back was already pressed up against the wall.

"What's that you said?" He asked touching my face.

I was too distracted by his eight packs to answer. I was totally hypnotized. I reached out and touched his sculpted muscles. I couldn't keep my hands off of him. It was as if my hands had a mind of their own.

"Oh...you like that?" He asked. "I had a feeling you would."

I bit my lips and ran my hands up to his chest.

"I touch back." He said bringing back that sexy mischievous smile.

He reached out and wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me off the wall.

"I'll finish with you later." He said touching his forehead with mine.

"What?" I said feeling disappointed. "But...but daddy I...I want you." I threw my hands over my mouth shocked of my own response and looked away.

He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "I know you do."

The feeling of his breath on my neck sent a chill down my spine.

"Then give it to me!" I yelled impatiently stomping my foot.

Mr.Richard giggled and said "Later baby girl...later."

He slowly let go of my waist then gently kissed my neck and walked out of my bathroom.