Daddy And Alpha

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Should I be ashamed or Turned on?

He asserted his dominance with his intimidating voice. My hands flew straight to my lips to cover them as my eyes shut to gather the confidence I needed to reply.

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My eyes fluttered open and rested on the dimly lit chandelier in Molly's bedroom as I awoke. I turned my body slightly to lay on my side so I could grab my phone from the night stand. I turned it on and checked the time, groaning as I saw 3am on my screen.

Typical!

I knew I would not get one night of full sleep without waking up with intense meat cravings. The desire was almost always overpowering so I knew I had to take care of it if I was going to get any rest at all after this.

I rubbed my eyes to get the sleepiness out and tried to sit up before taking note of Molly's entire leg, resting on my midsection.

I sighed, lifting it to free my body and sit at the edge of the bed. Molly was seriously no person to sleep with but I knew that when denying her offer to take the guest room. It did not matter that her bed was big enough for three people to sleep without disturbing any of each other, she chose to latch onto me whenever I slept with her.

I needed something, anything to ease this desire or else I would not be getting even a wink of sleep.

As tired as I was, I mustered the energy to get off the bed, slipped into my slides and dragged my feet till I made it to her closet.

I searched for a shirt in her stack of folded clothes and pulled one out. It does look a bit smaller than I assume it should be based on her size but I shrugged it off, thinking it had to be a bit older than the rest.

I have no time to be choosy right now because I am exhausted enough as it is, and I could not even begin to think of how impossible it would be to unpack my suitcase just to find something to wear to go downstairs.

That same laziness when it came to fixing the mess I had created in the suitcase is exactly what had me sleeping in my panties only. That and the fact that I already loved sleeping nude to begin with.

It really did not help that Molly and I forgot to eat dinner before we slept, it was making the craving worse than it usually was.

I manage to make it out of the room and my eyes have to adjust to the much brighter lighting in the hallway before I even move forward.

Taking slow, steady steps, I make it to the bottom of the long flight of stairs. At this point, lifting my feet to walk to the kitchen feels like such a drag so I opt for one of the most annoying things a person can do and drag my slides across the floor.

The shoes are causing an awful sound to echo through the house but I already know Molly could never wake up in the middle of the night to save her life, regardless of how loud it gets. She has to be the deepest sleeper I know.

I finally get to the kitchen and see the fridge, standing in its corner like a solution to all my problems right now.

I feel my cravings intensify as I open it and all the cold meat options are displayed before my eyes.

Yess! This is exactly what I need!

I almost have too many options to choose so I decide to settle on a few.I grab a packet of sandwich ham, a few strips of bacon and two precooked sausages.

A little bit extra, I know. But anything less would not satisfy the need for that taste of nice, tender meat.

I carry the food in both hands and push the fridge door closed with my elbow before walking over to the island. I lay everything I picked out on a plate on the counter top, my mouth already salivating as I prepared to devour all of them.

The bacon is the first to go into my mouth as I munch on it hastily.

I must look like such a pig right now, rummaging through the fridge at 3am and feeding on a bunch of cold meat.

I was not looking very lady-like at the moment but my cravings were being satisfied, there was a nice sense of pleasure that eating these meats gave me. They were tasting even better than they usually did, perhaps because I could not get the idea that they were coming from Martin's refrigerator and my hands had probably torched where his hand left a mark out of my mind.

What a sick, naughty little girl I was!

I was enjoying myself way too much, all my manners and etiquette had left the room, it was just me feeding on some delicious meat and meeting my needs.

In an attempt to separate one slice of sandwich ham from the rest of the bunch, I dropped the entire packet onto the floor, groaning in frustration as I bent over to pick it up.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" A deep voice had me shuddering, startled and almost falling flat on the ground.

A gasp had left my mouth quicker than my mind could comprehend and work out what I was hearing, and who it was coming from.

When I did realise that Martin's sexy voice was behind the question, my entire body froze. I was contemplating between standing up and explaining myself before he took matters into his own hands or staying in my bent-over position with my hand still on the dropped packet of ham and my ass in the air.

Wait...my ass in the air….my exposed ass in the air! I stood up as quickly as I could when I remembered that the short t-shirt that Molly had probably grown out of served no purpose when it came to covering anything below my torso.

"I asked you a question. Do not let me get to you before you explain who the f**k you are!" He asserted his dominance with his intimidating voice. My hands flew straight to my lips to cover them as my eyes shut to gather the confidence I needed to reply.

"I-I I am not an intruder sir, it's me!" I stammered with a trembling voice as I kept my back still facing him. I do not know what it is about this man that just makes me an anxious mess but he had so much power over me, more than he would ever know. If I was not under some kind of spell then I do not know what else it was.

"You? You who?"

I could hear his footsteps nearing as he approached me.

Fuck! f**k! What should I do?

I finally mustered the necessary bravery to face him and met the most gorgeous sight I swear I have ever seen.

The room was only illuminated by the light that was coming in from the outside and into the window but I could see that he was without a shirt and I was liking...in fact..loving what my eyes were seeing.

His silhouette was the perfect epitome of what a man's body should look like. His broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms were defined by the small light coming into the house and I could see his abs slightly. They were even better than I ever imagined them to be even in the dark! How is that possible?

No wonder I am this head over heels for this man! How in hell does Molly survive sharing one house with such a hunk?

"It's me...Kacey. I-I am Molly's best friend!" I continued to embarrass myself in front of him when I saw him proceed with his steps towards me.

I am Molly's best friend?!! Oh lord! What a goof you are Kace. You are clearly making a fool of yourself! The man already knows who you are.

"What are you doing in here?" His green eyes caught a few streaks of light and became visible. I could see only rage in them, they always carried so much rage and fierceness with them, and somehow it was turning me on. He kept his voice low tuned and without emotion, making it impossible for me to even guess what he was thinking of me.

Wow was I quite the freak to be finding even a little pleasure in this!

"I was...I needed-" I began to explain but could not form any sentence from how disoriented he had me.

I suddenly felt a breeze on the front of my thong, shoot! Why do I keep forgetting that I am only wearing this tiny ass shirt?!

My hands stopped fumbling with each other and fell to the hem of the t-shirt, pulling it down to cover what I could.

"I am s-sorry. I got hungry and Molly and I never ate so that is why I needed some meat, also because I was craving something salt-" I went from straight up stuttering to rambling away like I had no sense before he interrupted me.

"Shhhh!" He had not even said a word but I could feel that this was a clear instruction. I had to listen to him and keep my mouth shut

"Pick that up." His nice and big, masculine hand emerged from his side and his index finger pointed at the mess I had created on the floor.

I immediately obliged, squatting down with the utmost discomfort as I tried to use one hand to keep my butt covered and the other to pick the ham pieces up.

I walked past him slowly and unsure that I could. I headed for the fridge and opened the door before placing the remaining ham inside, right where I had found it.

Do I leave now, and am I off the hook?

"Come here!" I heard him command immediately after I shut the door.

I guess not! I am not off the hook just yet!

My heart rate picked up as my chest began to heave from being nervous.

There were definitely more emotions than nervousness and anxiousness that I was feeling at this moment. My mind was conveniently sexualizing this situation. I had dreamt of him giving me instructions, ordering me around while he f****d the brains out of me for a very long time and this chance that I get to take orders had me aroused.

I walked shyly back to the position I was standing at before I went to the fridge. My hands were still holding down the cotton fabric to conceal what I could as I looked at him through hooded eyes.

"Do you really believe that ham from the floor belongs in the fridge? Are you expecting me to eat that again?"

"No, Alpha!" My shaking voice came out as fear to him and hid just how turned on I was.

Alpha!

I had been meaning to address him like that during a wild night of passionate love making. Why did he have so much power over these stupid, spineless hormones.

"Then take it where it needs to go and not in my fridge." He demanded and I fought the urge to bite my lips. He was not doing anything at all to me, he had not even hinted at anything s****l with his words and yet I was under such a spell of lust for him. Imagine how insane I would actually go once he puts even a finger on me.

"Yes, Alpha. I will" I obliged and he turned his back on me. I was gaping at his toned back muscles as he walked away from me without responding and headed back to whatever sneaky corner he came from.

Before I could release all the air I had been holding in, he stopped in his tracks and cleared his throat.

"And keep it down, not everyone needs to know that you woke up with a huge appetite." He walked away, leaving my line of vision while my face twisted from embarrassment and being seduced all combined! I was too deep into a whirlwind of emotions that are difficult to comprehend to finish the rest of my food now.

Run! Was all I was hearing. And so I did just that, I walked up the stairs with my shoes in hand so I could be as quiet as possible.

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"I think I need some of that alcohol already!" I sighed as Molly and I watched my father drive off through the window.

Doing nothing but eat for four hours as we drove to the vacation house had really done a number on me. I was exhausted and ready to start the party early.

"Relax, you little drunk. I have not even given you a tour of the house yet!" Molly rolled her eyes before interlocking our arms and having me walk behind her.

The main foyer overlooked a swirly, long flight of stairs that led to an indoor balcony that enclosed what appeared to be a dining area.

The house looked even better than I expected it to, the outdoors included.

"This is the kitchen, where I will definitely not be doing any cooking!" She explained as she walked me into the modern kitchen. Before I could have a good enough look, she had pulled me by my forearm and taken me to the next room-the lounge.

I was in awe at how beautiful and well decorated all the rooms were, it was hard to imagine how Martin could have picked anything out without any feminine influence.

Oh god! Martin!

I had done the best I could to get him out of my mind but clearly, he was not easy to forget, nevermind that thinking of our encounter had me up all night till I had only twenty minutes left on my alarm and obviously that much sleep is as good as none.

"Oh yeah! I forgot one room actually!" Molly declared and I sighed deeply, folding my arms over my chest.

"Which one is it? Can we please see it later?" Covering all three floors in this home tour had damn tired me out and all I wanted to do was take a break and sip some vodka.

"It will not take long, Kace, just come with me."

She beckoned for me to follow her and I did so hastily.

We were back to the ground floor, which I was adamant we had checked thoroughly but apparently not.

She walked me to the far end of one of the hallways and took a turn I did not even know was there.

I walked into the well hidden corner with her and saw a nice, sandblasted door looking back at us.

This had to be a room where a hell lot of shady things happened because why the secrecy?

"Is this where your father murders wolves that go against him?" I jokingly asked, igniting a laugh from Molly and a shake of her head to follow.

"No, you dummy! This is his room, as in personal room. Stop thinking of twisted things!" She reverted and I could feel an emotion coming on, hard to describe but clear in what it wanted me to do.

"Can we go in?" I questioned, walking towards the door already. Molly's hand grabbed my arm to stop me from opening the door before my hand even rested on the door handle.

"No! We cannot do that! My father's room is entirely out of the options for this tour. No one but him is allowed in there!" Molly even had an exaggerated demanding tone to her voice. How badly must Martin want people to stay away from his room? What on earth could he have in there?

"Why Moll? We can just be quick and have a small look?" I pleaded without trying to sound too desperate because why the f**k would I be desperate to enter her father's room.

Something was luring me in about that room, I felt a need to go into it.

"No, let's just go to the bar, get drinks and watch a movie! Good? Yes!" She denied me even a glimpse and I had to stop myself from whimpering. I wanted to see the lair of such a mighty alpha so badly but there went my opportunity!

Bringing a few drinks with us from the bar, we sat in the lounge area and browsed through the television for a movie to watch.

Molly was lingering on the romance movies despite our plans to watch some thrilling horror that we assumed would chill us the f**k out and make it harder for us to stay in this huge house alone.

Why we deliberately wished to torture ourselves like that? I have no clue. Perhaps we were really one with twisted pleasure.

"Molly, you are supposed to be browsing the horror section!" I reminded her as I shoved a handful of popcorn and washed it down with a sip of wine.

"I think we should invite them!" Her puppy dog, sulky eyes stared back at me and I knew I should have expected this.

Here we go again.