Seducing Daddy

chapter 5 - how to seduce Daddy

Chapter 5 - I want his hands on me to reach an orgasm

Khalifa's POV

TWENTY THREE (23) HOURS LATER***

I'm sitting in a bathtub without a care in the world if the water is cold or freezing, all of what my mind is occupied with right now is how to reach an orgasm.

And it's so frustrating that I can not reach my orgasm because no matter how I stroke or tease myself, I never really get past the first stage of pleasure.

I have the image of that night in the kitchen and the moment with that pervert contrasting in my head and really messing with me, but above all, the feeling of Mr Salvatore's hands on my body linger and I'm trying to make more out of it.

But I'm failing, totally not achieving anything.

I pick up my sponge again and start to scrub my neck and the part of my breasts that creep kissed.

I pick up the mirror by my side to have a look at it, and the sight of my red injured skin reflects.

"Arghhh", I scream as I throw the mirror without a care in the world. It shatters upon impact with the wall, but I just want to have a balance in my life even though it's already as scattered as the pieces of that costly mirror.

"This is so frustrating!"I'm close to tears from frustration as I wet my fingers with saliva again and take them to my p***y lips, parting it like I have seen in porn videos and starting to stroke it and touch my c******s but nothing happens.

Nothing happens until I hear someone clear their throat right above me.

"What in the world are you doing in my room?" I ask as I jump, exposing my breast in the process but I don't care.

"I should be asking you that", Sam's voice reaches my ears in a tease then I realise what's going on.

I don't have a bathtub in my room, so I searched around until I found that Mr Salvatore had one and now, he's back from work earlier than I expected.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", I apologize in a hurry, but he only smiles and assures me that it's fine.

"Is something the matter? You looked bothered", he asks as he squats in front of me but before I answer, he tells me not to bother.

"But why? I really, I…" I really don't know what to say, but I'll try to think of something.

This is a really embarrassing situation.

"We don't want you to catch a cold do we?" He asks with a smile as he scoops me up while I shake my head side ways to his question.

Despite the fatherly concern and love in his eyes, I can't help the sparks of electricity running through me when his hands come in contact with my wet skin.

A cold breeze seems to blow from nowhere making me finally aware of the fact that I was in a body of water that turned from hot to cold.

My teeths start to shatter from the cold and he drags a towel from the side before leading me to his room.

I sneeze as he drops me to the bed.

"Careful careful", he says as he dries my hair and wraps the duvet on my body.

"I'll go get you some clothes so you can explain why you were doing those things in my bathroom instead of yours", he says as he turns his back to me.

I blush deeply as I lower my head while he leaves the room for mine, only to return with three of my panties, and four different types of my bralletes.

I was already starting to dose off by the time he got back.

"I didn't know which one you would like to wear, so I brought them all", he says brushing his hands on the direct crotch area of my panties, including my G-string that barely had any clothing on it.

I sit-up and rub my eyes while giving him a very innocent smile.

"Why don't you pick for me, Sam?" I ask without breaking eye contact and it's his time to blush now.

"Are you sure, baby girl?" He asks and I nod.

I wouldn't ask if I wasn't.

"Yes", I nod and bite my lower lip, trying to imitate what I've seen on TV at least.

"Okay", he says picking up my red G-string and tummy pant.

He throws the G-string on my face making me chuckle, "that without a doubt" he says as he climbs on the bed beside me.

"But you shouldn't wear this with any other guy", he says as he gently peels the duvet off my shoulders, watching it drop to my thigh with a smile which I return.

"You have a very beautiful skin", he says as he looks back in my eyes. His blue eyes sparkle with excitement as he leans even closer towards me, making me feel suddenly self conscious that I bring my hand to cover the n*****s of my big boobs immediately.

But his hand comes and rests on mine before gently taking them down.

"Your body, khalifa is perfect and lovely, you should never hide a body worth worshipping", he says, his words reminding me of the pervert, but in a way that takes the blame off me.

It's like the effective quick therapy I didn't know I needed.

"Is that clear?" He asks and I nod, like yes daddy, I heard you loud and clear, I feel you too.

His hand goes to mine and he takes it closer to himself, dispelling my curiosity when he places it on something warm, big and snaky, but oddly stiff and pulsating.

It takes me a while to register what it is and when I do, a gasp escapes my lips as I widen my eyes at what just happened.

My bestfriend's dad has a hard on because of me and he's letting me touch it.

I've never been more happier about something in my life.

"See what you do to me my naughty little virgin?" He asks and I nod as he brings his face closer to mine.

My lips are already parted waiting for him to take them in his, but just when I'm already fully prepared to give him all of me, he pauses and taps the tip of my nose.

"If you don't want to do this, this is your last and only chance to say stop it, just say no and I'll halt all the plans I have for your body without a scratch", he says, eyeing me in the most appraising of ways and I set my eyes open.

My heart beats hard in anticipation for those plans as I wonder how that is even an option when I'm throbbing for him to take me, but I'll never know until I find out right?

"No", I say with a teasing smile even though I really want him to take me whichever way he pleases right now, however surprise, shock and disappointment resonate within me from my very core when he says "okay".

"What? I didn't mean it like that, I…"

"I'm a man of my words Khalifa, I'll back off if you don't want it", he says, making me widen me eyes and having my mouth wide agape even though this was what I asked for.

I clearly didn't mean this, but…

"It's okay, you don't have to be scared, you can trust me", he says as he gets off the bed.

This is a total misunderstanding, I didn't mean any of that.

However, he's entered the bathroom leaving no space for negotiation.

"Oh damn it, I f****d up", I face palm as I close the door behind me. I'm doing this again!

I clearly want him, I had fantasized about him all at, yet I rejected him at the first chance I was given.

I'm so deep in regret for my stupid actions and scolding myself in their side garden when someone pulls up.

Stepping out of the car is Selena, the same woman whose perfume lingered on Sam.

A possessive frown forms on my face immediately as I try not to think of what she possibly came here for.

She couldn't be so daring, could she? I'm still contemplating by the time she's gone into the house barely noticing me.

Did Sam call her or did she come on her own free will?

I'm about to find out.

I hop off the swing and tip toe till I'm in front of the door which she left open like she was in a hurry.

I noticed also that there aren't any house cleaners around.

As I approach the living room, some weird sounds reach my ears, at first, I think it's of argument and things crashing until I'm peeping through the creak in the door of Mr Salvatore's room.

Selena or whatever her name is is bent over and getting f****d doggy style, while Mr Salvatore in between grunts and force continues to ram into her.

She looks like she's getting her p***y destroyed, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing if it's Sam doing it.

The fact that he's not doing it to me however makesthis a case.

Although I should feel heaid barely left his room and now I have to watch him f**k another woman?

I'm so heartbroken that the man I trusted is actually cheating on his wife with his step sister in-law, I see it as an opportunity for myself too.

If he did it with her, maybe he wouldn't think twice before doing it with me too.

But then, was she a virgin? How did she attract him? I wonder, genuinely curious and jealous as I watch them change positions, but all in all, I notice how he seems to be using this as just a form of release.

As if something is bothering him and he's using the s*x to sort it out. And that's when it reoccurs to me that I might be the reason why.

He had clearly made me feel how hard he was for me, yet I rejected him because I had a second thought.

It could have been me with my legs over his shoulders right now, but I'm forced to be a spectator in all of this because of that choice.

One that will not repeat itself again, no matter how many times I think.

I consider going in and confronting them, but that would leave me out of the shadows and totally vulnerable, so I fight that urge and turn back after I watched him dump all of his c*m inside of her with a grunt.

But I make it a promise to myself to seduce him and make him f**k me that hard, just like he's always wanted.

Now all I need is a plan on how to seduce Daddy.