Cooking
858 Words
I hear Ross's car pull into the driveway, and I feel butterflies in my stomach.
I open the door and let him in.
"Welcome home, Daddy."
He pushes me against the door and kisses me. He is so spontaneous. I love it.
"I have been waiting all day to do that. You look so beautiful, baby." He says, releasing me.
" I thought about you too. Let's sit down for diner, Daddy."
I have the diner table set nicely with a candle lit in the middle. He takes a seat, and I serve him spaghetti with some wine. I served myself spaghetti and water. I don’t think Daddy would approve of me drinking. I take a seat next to Daddy and watch as he takes his first bite.
"Mmmm, this is delicious. It's just like the first time I had it."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"No, this is exactly like the spaghetti before. Did you make it last time."
Oh no, I didn't think this through.
"Umm."
"Don’t lie to me, baby girl."
"Yes, Daddy, I made it last time."
"So your mother didn't cook that."
"No, sir, she didn't. "
"Did she cook any of those diners?"
"Well..."
"The truth, young lady."
"No, I do the cooking, cleaning and shopping. Please don't let mom know I told you. She would be furious."
He has a look of mixed emotions. What if he divorces her and leaves me too. I don't know why, but I just can't lie to him.
"It can be our little secret for now. "
I let out a breath of relief.
We begin eating, and things feel content. it's like we can be quiet in the same room, and we still connect.
My phone starts ringing, ruining the mood. I check it before I answer.
"It's mom!" I tell Ross before I answer.
(Hello, Mother.)
(Are you scrubbing the house?)
(Yes, I spent the entire day cleaning as you requested. ) I am fine lying to her.
(Good, I will be coming home earlier than I thought.)
(What time?)
(Sometime tomorrow during the night. Don't let Ross know. I want him to think I am gone. until Monday. Got it?)
(Yes, but what if he comes by?)
(He won't. I will tell him you are sick and to stay away. He is terrified of being sick because he will miss work.)
(Okay, well, I have to get back to cleaning now. I will see you later. Bye.)
I hang up the phone. Ross is looking at me like he wants an explanation.
"It was just mom checking up on me."
"What if who comes by?"
"Umm, what?"
"I heard you say what if he comes by."
I am trapped. If I tell him he will want to know why. I don't really know why she wants him to think that she is gone.
He puts his hand up my leg slowly.
"You better tell Daddy before he has to punish you."
" She just meant. I was just saying."
I don't know what to say. I can’t lie, but I can't tell the truth either.
"You need to tell Daddy the truth. Who were you talking about."
"You!" I say as his hand makes it to my p**** .
"You're not wearing underwear."
"No, Daddy, I am not."
"Now, what happens if I come by?" He starts making slow circles around my c***.
His phone starts ringing, and he picks it up without stopping.
(Hello, dear, how is your trip.) I cover my mouth trying to hide my moans.
(She is sick. That's awful. Maybe I should have some soup sent over.)
He starts rubbing faster, and I am about to lose it.
(Well, I will stay at my place. Love you. Good bye.)
He hangs up the phone and throws it onto the counter. He pulls his hand away, making me slump in sadness.
"Daddy, why did you stop. I will be good and tell you everything."
"Daddy wants dessert now, baby girl." He blows out the candle and moves it to the counter. He tosses everything off the table onto the floor.
"Daddy!" I jump up from my seat frightened. He grabs my hips and kisses me.
He then lifts me on the table, kissing my body downward until I am laying flat.
"Time for my dessert!" He says, pulling up my dress and kissing between my legs.
"No c***ing until I say so, baby girl."
"Yes, Daddy!"
I watch as he goes between my legs and gasp as he makes contact with my p***.
"Oh, Daddy!" I have never felt anyone use their tongue like he does. I have only had a boyfriend do this once for me, and I never even o******. I feel like I am almost there already.
"Daddy, I need to c** please."
"Not yet, princess. I am still hungery."
S*** now he is moving even stronger. I pull his hair and curl my toes, but there is no stopping it.
"Daddy, I'm c***ing!" I let go and let out screams. He keeps going and doesn't stop even with me thrashing.
"Please, Daddy, I can't take it!"
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