MY SECRET LOVER

HOT DREAM SOPHIA’S POV “Call me daddy,” “Yes, daddy,” I moan as he uses his lips to trace the curve of my lips. He uses his hands to trace a phantom line across my face, and I feel my breath catch. My body tenses and is hyperaware of every stroke of his hand. His hot breath wafting across my skin makes me clench my thighs so hard. He brings his lips very close to mine, allowing his breath to waft across my lips. My body coils and my fingers flex as if in anticipation. “Repeat it, Angel,” he whispers the words right across my lips, my body shivers, and my p***y clenches. I could feel something hot dripping down my thighs. His hands come down to my chest, and my breath hitches. He was going to touch my breasts. They were so full and big, and they were perky as well. I've never had anyone touch them before, but his hands were hovering just a little bit above them. “Say it again, Angel,” he insists again, this time the tips of his fingers brushing down to my n****e. My body shakes violently, and a weird noise comes out of my mouth involuntarily. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper in a voice that didn't sound like it belonged to me. “Good girl,” he whispers, his mouth very close to my ear. This time, he let his hand cover my right breast fully, carefully and gently kneading it while his thumb ran lazy circles around my n****e. I began to fidget and moan; every inch of my body felt alive, my p***y walls kept clenching together so much, and hot liquid kept dripping down my legs. I allowed my hands to find his hand. I didn't know if I wanted to stop him or encourage him. Everything felt too much. He found my lips with his mouth. This time, he kissed me like a thirsty man who has been denied water for so long and has finally found it. He uses his mouth to trace down my neck, sucking and nipping gently at it. This time, I am a mess, mewling and moaning, saying incomprehensible things. His mouth inches down from my neck to my collarbone, gently kissing it, his hands moving between my breasts, kneading them and making my n*****s pebble as he rolls them around using his thumb. His mouth inches down to the upper mound of my breasts, and I feel myself hold my breath. Was he going to suck my breasts? He notices the tension coiling around my shoulder and raises his head to look at me. He is so devastatingly handsome with those sinful grey eyes. He smiles and brings his mouth over my n****e. I wait anxiously and watch as he slowly, teasingly brings his mouth down to my n****e… “Sophia!” Mistress Wood’s powerful voice cuts through the moment, making me wake up violently. “No, no, no, no,” disappointment washes down my back like an unwanted cold breeze. “Ugh, why couldn't she just let me finish that part?” I whined, using my pillow to hide my voice. I was having the most epic dream, and she just had to spoil it. I lay down on my bed, feeling defeated and unwilling to move an inch. “Sophia!” Her voice thunders again, this time closer to my room. I ignore her and lie on my bed, trying to remember the details of my precious dream. “Young lady, do you want to be late on your first day of college?” She asks in her prim and proper manner, moving to my windows and opening the curtains, the morning sun sheds its beautiful, harsh rays inside my room. I sigh and use my arm to cover my eyes. There's no hope of my going back to my dream. I'd better get up before this woman does more odd things. “You have to hurry up, Sophia, your dad will be down soon for breakfast, and you wouldn't want to miss him.” She collects my dirty clothes from the hamper and throws them inside the huge basket she came into my room with. “What would you like to eat for breakfast, Sophia?” “Anything my dad's taking, thank you,” She drops the basket and looks at me, her gaze carrying such maternal warmth, and then glory of glories, she smiles at me. Mistress Wood smiled at me. The day is good. The smile vanishes just as soon as it arrived on her face. “I have told you always, Sophia, you should eat more, you are just skin and bones, you know your father will just be having his very black, very bitter coffee as always,” she says, moving my reading table into the proper position and packing the books I had brought out the night before into my Zara handbag. “I don't want to trouble you, Mistress Wood. I can always get whatever I want in a restaurant,” I say, finally standing up from my bed. “Nonsense. It is my job to take care of you, child,” she says, dropping my bag carefully on my now-dressed table. I stand and walk towards my walk-in wardrobe to look for something to wear on my first day of college as a business administration student at the University of Calcutta. I pick a blue floral dress and hold it up to my body while facing the full-length mirror in the wardrobe. I walk out of the wardrobe, twirling the dress around myself, “What do you think, Mistress Wood?” She dropped the basket she had picked up and looked straight at me, her tight bun adding a cutting edge to the admonishing glare she gave me. “You are going to school, Miss, not a party or an outing,” She uses her index finger to rub her nose. “I think something smart and proper should do nicely,” she announces and looks at me like she has stopped a disaster from happening. She bends down and picks up the basket she dropped before and begins to walk out of my room. “You really should hurry in your preparation, Miss Sophia. Mr Loretto will probably leave after having his breakfast.” She closes my door, her footstep echoing along the hallway. I sigh and rub my face. I knew immediately she rubbed her nose that she was going to suggest something that was typically her. I walk back to the wardrobe and put back the blue floral gown. I guess I'll have to dress respectably. Besides, dad likes respect, and I need to get some money from him as well, so it's better to look prim and proper. I pulled off my pyjamas and was about to walk into my bathroom when I noticed the wetness between my legs. I looked down and saw that there was a dried wet line that ran down my legs. I used my hands to trace up to my p***y, it felt swollen and so wet. That dream wasn't a joke; this is the third time I have had such a dream, but this is the first time the dream went that far. “Why do I keep seeing him in my dreams?” I ask in a curious whisper. I sigh and walk into the bathroom. I have a busy day before me.