Seducing Daddy

Chapter 2 - just call me sam

Chapter 2 - Just Call Me Sam

I went and I regretted it, because of how badly Aliyah ignored me and how much I had to answer to the name Joanna.

So frustrating because I do not party on a norms.

With a sigh, I climb through the stairs as I try not to remember how Aliyah had barely given me attention and just called a driver from the house to come pick me up when I said I was done.

I clearly thought we would be coming home together, but she had plans which clearly didn't involve me with him.

I sigh as I ring the doorbell.

"Khalifa?" Mr Salvatore's deep voice reaches me, shocking my entire system and shaking the booze off.

First, his voice is so deep and beautiful and I think I had one more thing to fall in love with about him.

"Mr Salvatore", I drawl as I stumble on my next step, making me fall into his waiting embrace, what took you so long", I ask as I try to steady myself, but I end up gripping his abs and falling again.

Again, his chest his bare, again, I can feel his n*****s pointed at me in a way that makes me want to curl my tongue around them.

"I'm sorry it took me a while, we dismiss all the house helps at night", he says as he collects my bag and helps me sit on one of the gold laced arm chairs.

I try again, hard to process why he has just his towel with obviously nothing under on.

Oh god, what am I thinking of?

I shake my head to be rid of my lustful thoughts and give a hiccup.

Who wouldn't when the guy you have a crush on is clearly treating you better than he treats his daughter?

Making me wonder if I'm the only one he treats like that or he does the same with selena.

I find myself blushing at the rising feeling of jealousy and possessiveness over a married man.

"Another hiccup".

"Yeah, that's it", he says with a snap of his fingers as he straightens up from where he is in front of me. My eyes follow his every movement, hoping his towel will come loose and I will have a look at what he has there.

"I'm going to get you some water, you look drunk", he says as he takes a step away, but I've already jumped to my feet.

"No Mr Salvatore, I can't let you do that. I'll go get the water, and see", I do a spin, "I am totally fine", I tell him with a giggle, except I'm not totally fine because I'm falling down the next minute and I would have totally hit my head if he hadn't caught me.

He holds my arms in his, steading my body by placing his other arm on my bare shoulders.

"Look, you are not…"

"No!" I say in a protest, because there's no way he's leaving me back here to go to the kitchen alone where he might probably have to retie his towel and I'm not about to miss any of that.

This makes me blush again.

"Okay okay, fine, just follow my lead, steady steady go", he says as we take the longest walk to their wide and Arab style kitchen.

But as soon as we get there, I shake myself off of him and manage to walk towards the cabinet on the left without falling.

"See, I'm not drunk", I tell him like a girl I want him to be proud of. And God knows I do want him to be proud of every part of me.

He gives a deep chuckle taking my mind back to earlier, making me wonder if he was really doing it with that lady.

I eye him from up to down and blurt my curiosity out.

"Do you also f**k other women?" I ask, looking into his eyes for any signs of being startled or guilt, but nothing is there.

His gaze doesn't waver, rather they seem to be stronger as he walks towards me in bold strides.

"What do you mean khalifa?" He asks when he's right in front of me.

"It's just", I gulp at the close proximity which seems to wear out the last bit of alcohol in my system while making me feel dizzy at the same time.

"Oh my god, Mr Salvatore, I don't know what came over me, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry", I say as I lower my head from embarassment.

"Come on, Khalifa, it's okay you did nothing wrong",

"No no, I was being rude and I really don't know what came over me", I say almost crying because of the trouble I've caused.

What if he decides to mention it in his family and they kick me out, I would be helpless then, but the palm stroking my bare arms makes me feel safe, ironically.

And out of nowhere, he asks," do you have a boyfriend, Khalifa", making me shoot my head up in surprise.

Where is that from?

"No, I've never dated anyone, I'm a virgin", I tell him as I lower my head back in shame.

But he doesn't seem to think it's something I should be ashamed of.

"But you are such a beautiful girl", he says as he raises my chin up with his index finger, his thumb grazing my lower lip and bobbing it in a way that send shivers down to my core.

"I know", I shake my head from his hold as I was almost drooling, "I get it a lot, but I like myself like that, I'm just keeping myself for the guy who truly loves me and it's okay if you think it's stupid" I lower my head again.

"Stupid? No way khalifa", he says, calling my name in a way that ties an infinite number of knots in my belly, making me cross my legs as if it would hide my arousal.

I feel embarrassed, knowing the woman he married to is a lot better than me and he sees me as just a child.

"I think it makes you sexy, confident and a lot more beautiful. You see, my wife wasn't a virgin when I met her", he says.

I knew it, I knew I was nothing compared to his wife.

"And I really wish she was, because I've always wanted to f**k a virgin p***y and claim it as mine", he says, hardening my n*****s with his words and sending goosebumps to my virgin p***y.

"Uhn?" I ask, swallowing hard as I look up to be lost in his blue eyes.

Who cares if he's using the word f**k and not acting like the person he was chastisizing earlier. I feel so turned on right now.

"Yes", he says as he covers the 1 inch of space that is between us, pressing himself on me in a way that makes me crave him more.

"I know your small boyfriend hurt you back in middle school", he says reminding me of the set of guys who had placed a bet on who would take my virginity and had almost forcefully taken it in the past while Aliyah set me up.

It's something that had traumatized me and made me cry whenever people talked about it or I thought of it.

But not this time because Mr Salvatore actually remembers.

I feel so special in his eyes that I'm still moved to tears.

"But I want you to know that someday, you would find the one who truly loves you for who you are, like how Aliyah called it earlier, "your virgin ass", he says and we both laugh, but it's the most tensed laugh I've ever laughed.

Because my p***y is throbbing and I can only breath his scent in, making me let out an embarrassing sound from the back of my throat.

He then proceeds to wrap his hand around me.

My cloth is a low cut back, starting as a V shape just right above my ass, and his hand is right there, making me arch my back and moan again while his fingers continue to climb down.

"If you had a boyfriend", he says in a dangerous whisper into my ears, " you would have understood why you asked that question better", he says, forcing me to open my eyes and turn my face to look at him.

"What do you mean, Mr Salvatore?" I ask in the process brushing my face with his soft lips.

"You can call me Sam when it's just us", he says, petting my hair as if to tell me it's okay.

"Really? Sam?" I say testing the waters and the smile he gives me answers my question.

So back to the previous one.

"So what did you mean by that, Sam?" I ask again.

"First, I'm sorry I made you cry with my words", he says and I nod with a smile to reassure him, because I just wish he would apologize for making me wet instead.

I clear my throat awkwardly at that thought.

"So can I wipe your tears?", he asks touching my very core with that humble request so I'm bobbing my head up and down in answer.

Because if I said yes, I would start to cry again.

"Here", he says as he leans in forward.

I close my eyes waiting for him to magically bring forth an handkerchief even though I can closely feel his warm breath on my face and damn, does that make me more aroused.

But instead of the magical handkerchief, I feel his warm wet tongue on my face licking my tears off.

Now that's one way to wipe tears.

"Sam", I moan as I wrap my hand around him, pressing my body on his as he suckles on my cheeks, teasing the edge of my lips with his.

He involves his teeth, and this time, I feel his manhood harden against my lower belly.

And damn is he long and big!