SWEETLY DANGEROUS

Sweet Urge

I followed closely behind him, the passage walls grew darker as we kept moving forward.

Suddenly, he stopped, and he spun to face me.

“Did you tell Brenda?” He asked with an expression that was hard to read.

“Tell… Brenda… What?” I stuttered.

“What you saw.”

“I didn't see anything.”

“Don't do that with me, little one. We both know you did.”

Little one? He had always called me that, but being in an enclosed space with him, I wanted him to call me something else. Something a lot more sexy and naughty.

“I am sorry sir, but I didn't tell Brenda anything,” I replied, my voice was a little shaky.

“Good,” he muttered, and I nodded.

He turned to leave, but before that, he said something. “I hope you liked what you saw.”

Then, he left.

I stood there, trying to believe the scene never really occurred, and that I was just making it up in my head.

My best friend’s father didn't just say that, did he?

Does he know that he has been corrupting my mind, and messing with my head?

Damn! All this shouldn't be happening, I should never have walked in on him that evening, I should have just stayed in Brenda's room.

It's all my f*****g fault.

I walked back to the hall, maintaining composure and trying hard not to make myself look stupid.

I stylishly took a glass of wine from a tray in the hands of a waiter.

I caught the sight of Brenda talking to a cute blonde guy. She seemed engrossed in the conversation as she played with her hair and giggled at his words— typical Brenda.

She looked in my direction, and I waved at her, she waved back, and she started walking over to me, she whispered something into the blonde guy's ear before she did.

“Hey sis… I heard about the guy that bullied you, sorry that he…”

“Nevermind, dad stood up for me.” I cut off.

Pronouncing the word ‘dad’ in my sentence makes me feel choked. But I had to, Brenda would think I am disrespecting her father.

“Yeah, he is our hero.” She smiled.

He is her hero, not mine. I don't get to see my hero thrusting deep into a woman's p***y. And I don't get to touch myself while I remember how huge my hero's d**k was.

“Hmmmn,” I hummed as I sipped my drink.

“Seems like you are hitting things off with that guy.” I changed the topic, and I fixed my gaze on the blonde guy, and she also did.

“No… Not really. I can't trust his sweet words so soon, especially after what Stephen did to you.”

She didn't have to bring my ex boyfriend into this, I did not like that.

“Not every guy is like Stephen,” I said as my eyes danced around the party, wanting to distract myself in every possible way.

“Yes, not all. But most of them are a bunch of cunning people who just want to have us on their beds.”

“Maybe.” I said.

Stephen might have been an asshole, but I am certain Damian wouldn't be one. The man was so f*****g organized, it almost seems like he does not make mistakes.

“Let's go meet the other ladies,” Brenda offered.

I didn't want to meet the other ladies, they are judgmental women who pretend to be saints, but I knew their dirty secrets.

Ranging from Lana: The goody two shoes girlfriend who has f****d her boyfriend's friend multiple times behind her boyfriend's back.

Then to Maria: The one who pretends to be a virgin but she is a f*****g w***e who sleeps with men for money.

Then Aurora: The one who talks about staying with one guy, but she has jumped to four guys in just six months because she is trying to find the right c**k that would f**k her well.

They are all hypocrites, and so am I, but I do not pretend, and I don't try to make myself a queen without having a throne.

“Laura.”

“I don't wanna see them,” I answered her.

“Don't be a b***h, we'd just have a little chat with them,” she tried coaxing me.

Ohh… I am a b***h, and I f*****g horny one at that.

“Laura…” she called again.

I had to reject her request this time. I have been thinking of doing what I want, and if I want that to happen, I'd have to stop playing by Brenda's rules. ‘I could play by her father's rules instead,’ I thought naughtily.

“Not coming with you.”

“Fine… Suit yourself,” she said as she walked to meet the girls.

I'd suit myself. I'd even pleasure myself, I just have to get her dad's d**k inside my p***y for that.

The party ended on a good note, but Damian’s words kept repeating inside my head.

‘I hope you liked what you saw?’

And yes… I liked what I saw, but I'd love for me to be in that position instead of the unknown woman.

I shifted in my bed. Thinking. I found it hard to fall asleep.

I hugged my pillow, wrapped myself under the duvet, and I closed my eyes tight trying to force sleep.

It didn't work. Flashes of Damian and the woman appeared in my head instead.

Damn! I am cooked.

My fingers slowly found their way into my pants, the warmth grazed my skin. I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I gently rubbed my fingers against my c**t.

“Ohh…” I moaned silently.

I do not like m**********g at night. I liked it when I could see my p***y being brutalized by my fingers.

But it was dark, and I didn't want to turn on the lights.

I dipped a finger into my hole. s**t! I was already so wet. Just the thought of him makes me a horny b***h.

I thrusted dipper, trying to find a rhythm. “Ahh… Ohh… Damian daddy…” I moaned.

I gripped the bedsheets as I increased my pace. My brain pictured a perfect image of Damian’s d**k. Long and thick. The exact thing I needed.

I added another finger. “I need… Ahh… you to f**k me daddy…” I moaned louder.

Brenda is a heavy sleeper, she wouldn't hear me, and her room wasn't close to mine.

I pushed the fingers in deeper, stretching myself, thinking of how much more Damian's d**k would stretch me.

“f**k!” I'd do anything to have his d**k in me… Just anything.

Suddenly, the door sprung open. I quickly removed my hands from my p***y.