Loving Alina

Employment here I come

9. ALINA

I had some interviews lined up, the first one was doing admin at a solicitors' office in town, and I imagined making new friends there and earning my own money. In the moments when I felt like a strong, indecent woman, I thought about getting my own place. That would show him. I didn't need looking after and when he could see how I was thriving without him and that I wasn't a sobbing wreck in the corner, he'd want me back. Maybe I'd lead him on for a while before I took him back, I thought, as I practised tying my hair up for my first interview. With my hair looking suitably chic, I ironed and put on my new skirt suit. Nerves whirled in my stomach as I wondered if I would get the job. Would I be able to answer all of their questions? Would Owen be proud of me when he heard? Would he be jealous I was spending my days around handsome, rich lawyers? I hope so. I wanted to make him jealous. As jealous as I was at the thought of him with someone else.

I smoothed my hands down over my hips feeling sexy in my new clothes. I’d had to pay for the new suit with Owens money and I wondered if he’d notice. Thank god the card still worked and he hadn't blocked it. When I stood waiting to pay I was very tense. I had no other means of payment and I cursed myself for not trying to make a small payment at a self-service machine somewhere else beforehand. I walked back and forth in the kitchen practising in my new high-heeled shoes and swaying my hips as I walked. I tried to pretend I was on a catwalk or that I was walking in front of a handsome partner at the firm trying to be alluring. Maybe I wouldn't sway my hips after all. I'm not sure I can pull it off. I expect Callie sways her hips.

It was nearly 10pm and Dad was usually home by now. With that, he crashed through the door and my suspicion he’d been at the pub was confirmed. He was slightly out of breath like he'd be rushing back. He stopped and stared when he saw me and I felt a little under the microscope. ‘You look f*****g amazing’ he said, gawping at me. That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

‘I have an interview tomorrow’ I said proudly. ‘I thought I’d try on my suit to make sure it fit’. Dad walked towards me, eying me up and down and I recognised his lustful look. ‘It fits’ he confirmed. He was definitely tipsy. ‘Really sexy’ he confirmed. It was arousing to know the effect I had on him, but it felt so wrong. Remember who he is Alina. You can dream about having s*x with him, but don't touch I reminded myself for the one hundredth time. I needed to shut him down.

‘I thought I could help pay some of the bills’ I said, trying to reassure him of my purpose. I hadn’t dressed up to lead him on. ‘I don’t need help paying the bills’ he said firmly as he walked towards me. As he got closer, the difference in size between us became more apparent. He was a foot taller than me and his body was twice as wide. ‘What do you need then?’ I asked, knowing I'd just opened the conversation to all possible sorts of reply. My legs hit the kitchen table as I backed away. He followed me, taking my face in his hand and he studied me. His body pressed against mine, it felt firm and strong and I didn’t stop him. My conscience piped up as if often did at the moment and suggested I ask him to back away to a more appropriate distance. ‘I need to stop thinking of f*****g you 24 hours a f*****g day’ he said. Oh. I wanted to kiss him so badly for saying that, but I don’t think sober him would have said it. He ran one hand down over my body. It felt nice and I let him do it. I shouldn't be letting him do this to me, I thought. I was breathing fast in fear and excitement and he was looking at my chest as it went up and down. With his free hand, he ripped my shirt and exposed my new lace bra. ‘Naughty girl’ he said with lust in his voice. His eyes were looking down at my chest completely unashamedidly. f**k, that was hot. No one’s ever ripped my clothes off before. His fingers were stroking over my exposed skin and then he started pulling one of my bra cups down. s**t. This was going too far. ‘We should stop’, I said in a small, unconvincing voice. He moved close so his face was next to my ear. ‘Shhhh’ he whispered. ‘Are you going to be a good girl?’ he asked me. I nodded small nods to confirm I was going to be good. He squeezed my n****e through my bra. ‘Are you going to be a good girl?’ he repeated, ‘Yes Daddy’. I bravely replied, knowing exactly what he wanted me to say.

‘Mmmm’ he moaned as his hips pushed into me. He pulled the cup of my bra down and he grabbed my exposed breast. His d**k was hard and I could feel it. His mouth moved down and took in my n****e and I let out a small gasp as he sucked on me. You're going to hell Alina. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his d**k to stroke himself while groping me again and playing with my n****e. ‘Do you like that baby?’ he asked. He slapped my exposed breast and pinched the n****e. ‘Tell me’ he said. ‘Yes Daddy’ I replied. I liked it a lot. He’d pushed me so far back that I was sitting on the table and he was between my legs. He started rubbing the head of his d**k over my panties. ‘Daddy please’ I begged. This was too much. My core throbbed in response to his c**k rubbing against me. I ached in agony waiting for him to relieve me.

‘Ohh yes baby, that’s it, beg me for it.’ he said, kissing me. ‘Beg me to bury my c**k in you’. He was so dirty, but I think I liked it. You should not be liking this, my conscience piped up. Oh f**k off, I replied to myself, wondering if I was losing my mind. He ripped my panties and I frantically tried to back away. He grabbed my legs, pulling me back towards him and I loved feeling his power over me. Then he started kissing my neck and rubbing his fingers between my legs. Ohh god. That felt good.

‘You don’t need a job. You can work for me. Here. I’ll pay you for keeping the house straight for me.’ he said between kisses.

Huh? What? I was so distracted by his fingers I couldn’t think straight. I forgot we were even talking about my interview. ‘Ok’ I said, agreeing to his terms. I'd have said OK to just about anything right then. ‘OK, Daddy’ I said, agreeing again to work for him rather than take a job. I moaned, enjoying his touch.

‘Such a good girl. Daddy’s going to take good care of you’ he promised as he lined his d**k up with my opening. Oh god. I’m not sure I want this I thought way too late in the day. I started to panic a bit and he recognised the fear in my face and he hugged me tight while keeping his d**k ready to push inside me. ‘f*****g hell, I want you’ he moaned. ‘I want you so bad’. My core clenched and my body wanted him to fill it. My brain wasn't so sure it was a good idea. Damn my conscience. This might be a step too far, but it felt so hard to stop.

His fingers dug into my hips and I felt sure he was going to thrust into me. The head of his erect c**k was nestled at the neck of my p***y, I was soaking wet with my legs wide open for him. Suddenly, he punched the table with his fist and before I knew it, he’d disengaged and zipped himself back up muttering something about being too drunk. When I looked up he was gone and I was left lying there on the table exposed and horny. I can’t believe what just happened. Why didn’t he f**k me? He said he wanted to. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. What the hell just happened? Did I just turn him down or did he turn me down? OMG. What would Owen think? Did I just cheat on him?