Forbidden

1. Dreamt to my fill

My eyes strayed from the book I was reading immediately I heard a soft thud on my door.

Clearing my throat and hoping that whoever on the other side of the door had a good reason for interrupting me just when the female protagonist and her s*x slave were about to get into the good part, I shoved the book with its provocative cover under the pillow, leaned against the wall and staring star eyed at the door looking every inch like the good girl I was supposed to be, I brought out my notebook.

“Come in,”

It was dad. He smiled as he entered the room but it did nothing to help the poor pallor of his complexion. He looks tired as usual. Just like he had looked ever since mom battled cancer and lost. It has been five years but even I could hear her ghost sometimes because we never did recover especially Dad.

“How is my little girl doing,” he asked inquisitively stepping closer to me.

‘Certainly not reading about positions that will make a nun blush red and getting turned on at the thought of being called a w***e, Daddy’ I thought.

“Reading for my test.” I showed him my notebook to place buttress my words and then smiled even as he sat down beside me.

His eyes softened considerably and for a second I caught a glimpse of the man I had called father before the world had fallen at our feet. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?”

I smiled in response fiddling with my pajama shirt. Always good-natured, humble, and remarkably shy.

Dad wasn’t the only one that had to change after mom died, I did too. While he aged drastically, I grew up way fast. My high school memory was a blur because I spent all that time keeping an eye on my brother who completely withdrew into himself and there was my little sister always sneaking out to go to parties.

Emily.

These days I worry about her more with her practised routine of switching up boys like they were toys but unlike high school days, I now keep a tracker on her which makes it easier for me to have a life and avoid our heated spats during the days when I trailed her.

And for Jordan, since he went to college in California, he hardly visited home. I worry about him a lot but the person I asked to keep an eye on him confirmed that he was doing well although, I knew that the sullen quiet boy that had left this house with emptiness in his eyes and no reflection of his larger than life personality wasn’t ‘well’ but like I said mom’s death changed me so it’ll be too much to expect him to remain the same.

“Do you know where Beth is today? I checked her room and it is empty.”

I brought out my phone and opened the app then gave him a reassuring smile. She was at the Harrison’s mansion.

One of the benefits of being your sister’s retired stalker was that I knew too much about her personal life but on the plus side now Dad won’t worry since she was with James Harrison, her best friend since middle school.

“She is safe,” I convincingly told him and he nodded.

He leaned towards me and I tried desperately not to think of anything vile as he pressed a kiss on my forehead and then stood up staring at me affectionately.

“Goodnight my little girl,”

“Night,” I whispered as he slipped out of my room.

I waited till he was long gone before I brought out the evidence of me not being so little anymore.

Within minutes, my head hit the pillow, my eyelid heavy with desire and my hands were in-between my thighs.

Yes, I was the perfect kid but who was to say I couldn’t have a vice; while Beth’s were boys and Jordan’s refusing to feel, mine was lusting after a man that I could only have in my dreams so I dreamt to my fill every night.

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“Little girl,” Caelian placed his grey tie on top of the table, while his eyes remained on me.

“Sir,” my voice came out all wrong and hoarse but I swallowed keeping my eyes on the menu not believing that he was in “Sumptuous” where I worked part-time after school hours. “What do you want?”

“You,” he said with lethal softness. “Your swollen needy cunt I can tell is dripping like a slut bared in front of me with your hand fisting my hair, your legs shaky and draped around my shoulders while I sit down and eat you out like you are my favorite dessert,” my eyes darted to his lips as a sardonic smirk pulled the corner, “I promise I won’t let even a drop of all that slick wetness go to waste.”

I gasped at the darkness in his eyes as I tried desperately to assuage my arousal by discreetly rubbing my thigh against the other but those eyes of his caught the movement and also the dark frustration in my eyes because all that did was make my p***y clench and drip, even more, my arousal coating my pant and I was scared of it dripping down and making a messy, humiliating entrance.

“Sir, I am not on the menu,” I said as sternly as possible but it’d have been more believable if I didn’t stutter and let out a low gasp when he stood up. His eyes were on my lips.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked with a hoarse subtle accent that made my lower lips tremble especially as his husky voice reverberated at the crook of my neck. I stiffened as his hands trailed down my neck and curved my shoulders. His lips curved into a smirk. “Are you sure that if I shove my hand into your flimsy excuse of a skirt and push your pant to the side right now I will not be met with your dripping, swollen greedy cunt that wants me to do really filthy and dirty things to you, little girl?” He taunted and I audibly swallowed as his hands dipped lower, closer to the curve of my breast.

My head spun, my n*****s tightened into firm beads and my lips parted. He grazed his thumb over my breast and I released a strangled moan. Moaned. From a movement that was barely a whisper of a touch.

Moaned in front of an audience, patrons at the table were now barely hiding how fixated they were on us like this was a show.

I rushed out of the room mortified, my face hot. I was heading for the bathroom where I will try and behave like the past few minutes didn’t happen when I felt the charged energy in the corridor.