Shameless (1*+) (Book 1)

chapter 5: Cramps And Bold Attempts

"No Steph, i haven't forgotten...in fact i was just about to take a shower before you called...i won't..right see you in two hours. "

That familiar rush of rage and bitter envy violently surged through Bianca's veins as she eavesdropped on her father who was currently on the phone. She'd positioned herself steadily behind his half-opened door and had stealthily stood there long enough to know that in two hours he'd be on a date with that horrid wrench Stephanie. He'd be leaving her all alone on a bright and warm Saturday and unknowingly crushing any hopes of the day being a productive one- in terms only she understood.

And that she couldn't allow.

Quietly mincing to her room and delicately closing the door,Bianca plopped down on her bed. She knew she had to do something to stop him from leaving- he couldn't leave, not when she'd already planned out the entire day in her head. Each delectable detail had been stretched out in her mind and awaited impatiently to be materialized.

She could already taste what she'd conspired the day to entail, the thought made her tingle all over- from how she'd tantalize and "strategically " seduce and tempt him throughout the day, how she'd ensure he suffered a severe case of erection pains all day to how she'd gradually change entirely his whole perspective of what's right or wrong, how she'd instill the seed of lust deep in his mind- a seed that would only grow day by day until he craves, wants, needs her so badly that not even the fact that he's her father and they share the same DNA would deter him from ravishing her.

She wanted to torment him, to make him pay dearly for wreaking havoc in her head, for putting her emotions in disarray, for making her work so hard just to have him- she'd never, ever had to exert herself this much for a man, and that she didn't appreciate at all. Despite wanting to see him suffer, she also wanted, hoped and yearned for him to return her feelings- she wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him, she wanted to affect him as acutely as he affected her. Since yesterday she'd been plagued with taunting thoughts- thoughts that refused she sleep, thoughts that had her wide awake in the middle of the solitude night, staring up at her ceiling while squeezing tightly on her pillow, every fibre of her being had been awoken, every sense of hers heightened; she wanted him- badly, she wanted her father more than she'd ever wanted any man her entire young life. The implications of her burning desires didn't matter- she didn't give an ounce of precious care what the world thought; that it's a sin to crave your father in such a manner. No. She'd sinned enough not to care about venturing into taboo- taboo or not, she wanted him- and she always got what she wanted.

Waking up this morning she'd been determined that slowly she'd work her way to the grand prize and that it'd all begin today. That had all seemed possible until, once again Stephanie reared her ugly head and threatened to ruin her carefully constructed plan with just the simple, effortless act of being alive. Over the course of four months as her father's girlfriend,all Stephanie had achieved was ensuring she resented, despised even the mere wisp of blonde hair that resembled hers and proving to be an unrelenting, invasive pest; a pest that won't refrain from wandering around her territory.

Hate wasn't strong enough of a word.

As she heard her father shuffling to the bathroom and the shower quickly turning on soon after, Bianca began to panic, she became desperate, she forced some yielding thinking upon her idle mind. She had to think of something- think of a way to make him stay with her. She pondered and pondered, trying to device a tactic strong enough to foil their date plans- she just wasn't about to lose to that woman.

After close to five minutes of strenuous thinking, the resolution had finally bared itself and it was just enough to convince and shatter any chances of her father leaving for a date.

He'd have to be entirely heartless to do so.

Slipping under her warm covers, Bianca set her plan in motion, her lips curved up to a content smile as she waited for him to fall into her trap.

Twenty minutes or so passed before Bianca heard her father leave the bathroom. She bit her bottom lip at the thought of how decadent he must look- just like yesterday. She found herself wishing some external force could have heard her pleas and dropped the towel that had been concealing what her eyes have been longing to see for so long. She then began to wonder how his d**k would actually look- she wondered if she'd predicted correctly, if it looked anything like that tempting but scary solid meat pole that gave off so much impalpable domineering power all on its own, she'd imagined. She was soon hot and some moisture seeped onto her lace panties. Soon enough her thoughts had taken an even more vivacious turn- she could well envision him gripping tightly onto her waist as he rammed his thick rod inside of her at a beastly speed- her p***y throbbed and begged to be touched, but she abstained from pleasing herself. She wanted him to be the one to take her out of her misery- and hopefully that would be no longer than today.

Deep in her thoughts, she could hear her father descending the stairs and bustling around in the kitchen- he was making breakfast, meaning soon he'd call her up to come and eat and then as planned- realize she's in no condition to be left alone.

Bianca beamed wickedly at the thought.

Another twenty minutes and as expected her father called for her- she was so awakened that even the tenacity of his voice sent warm tingles through her groin. Accordingly, she ignored his call and lowered herself deeper inside the blankets- she had to be convincing, otherwise he'd see right through her well structured act.

That couldn't happen.

As she had hoped, soon after the third call, he was in her bedroom. Bianca gave a performance deserving of an Oscar.

"I said breakfast is ready." Her father settled beside her, tugging at her maroon comforter to reveal her face.

"Mhmm.." Bianca groaned painfully, with a glazed look and her face distorted and scrunched up, she faced him.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" His large hand treaded across her face and the amount of concern in his blue eyes made her beam inside.

"Nothing much...i just thi- i'm having really terrible abdominal cramps...might be a stomach bug or something. " Bianca pressed her chapped lips together and groaned, a hand of hers dramatically clutching onto her stomach.

"Did you take any medication?" He suddenly didn't sound as concerned as before- he in fact looked conflicted.

"Y-yes...i don't think the pills are working, it's been hours now." Bianca croaked and looked up at him. He'd shaved off his side burns and trimmed his stubble and mustache, his hair was neatly combed and his grey tight jeans, black button up and dark grey corduroy jacket accentuated his muscular build perfectly- he looked very good, very sexy and he smelled great but he'd made all that effort for bloody Stephanie.

Bianca was beyond the borders of jealousy, but she wouldn't let it show and blow up her act.

"I think you should just eat something and take some pain killers then rest...give the pills enough time to kick in." He gave her shoulder a squeeze but his words weren't all that sincere.

He wanted to ditch her...in such a state he still couldn't choose his daughter!!!

"Ohh?" Bianca refrained from shooting him a dark scowl and spitting out some harsh words. He was unbelievable.

"Listen..i- i am meeting up with Stephanie in less than half an hour and i want to pick up some files first so i have to leave soon."

Bianca nearly yelled and clawed his face.

"Ohh..." she slowly rose from her bed and made it to the bathroom. She silently cussed and yelled out at her reflection- this wasn't going as planned. He was supposed to cancel the darn date and focus on nursing her back to good health- but no; he choose to leave his supposedly ill daughter just to go on a date with "Stefwaaanniee"

I'm not giving up just yet b***h!

Bianca knelled in front of the toilet and spat out some saliva. She then drew an agonized cry from the very depths of her throat before making very loud hurling and gagging noises.

She had to show him how serious this was.

She went on with the very convincing, disturbing sounds for close to two minutes before her father barged into the bathroom. Quickly she reached for the flushing handle and flushed, then she slowly stood up, went to the sink and washed her should be vomit stained mouth. Turning to look at her father, she was happy to see him distraught and deeply fretted over her escalating bad "condition." Clutching onto her stomach, Bianca hobbled past him and he soon followed behind her and sighed wearily as she dropped on her bed with a whimper.

There was absolutely no way he could leave her now.

"I'm taking you to the hospital. " Her father spoke lowly, helping pull the covers over her body.

"Aren't you going to your date?" She asked a bit too bitterly. "I thought you were going to be late ..ahhh...uhh... go on now, Stefwanie is waiting. "

"I've cancelled..i'm not leaving you like this." He was soon on his feet.

"W-where are you going?" Bianca asked as he reached for the door handle.

"I'm going to bring you some food so you can take some medication. "

Bianca only nodded weakly. As soon as his footsteps could be heard heading downstairs, Bianca squealed like a child and exulted around the room with much energy.

She had won! She had won!

Right as she launched herself on the bed and covered herself, her father walked in with a tray of food; two slices of toast, eggs, bacon, mini sausages, and a side of fresh fruit and apple juice in a glass. He'd brought her breakfast in bed, despite the circumstances that provided the incentive- it was endearing.

"Here you go honey, try to eat something. " He carefully placed the tray on her nightstand.

Bianca groaned as she sat up," i don't think I'll be able to eat that...i need something soft, warm and pureed. "

"Okay sweetheart, let me go fix something up for you..I'll be back."

"Thank you daddy." He gave her a small smile before dashing downstairs again. Bianca was enjoying this- enjoying making him sweat. Faking an ailment was the best idea she'd ever come up with indeed.

Soon enough, her father walked in with a steaming bowl of soup she only assumed to be his signature chicken and vegetables soup. And she wasn't wrong.

"This way you'll get all the nutrients." He put the bowl down next to the tray.

"Ahh..u..it smells delicious. " Bianca managed to say and smiled at him.

"It might not be as delicious as the one i usually make since it was made in such a rush." Her father chuckled.

"Umm..daddy?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Could you help me ea- could you feed it to me? I feel so weak." Bianca knew there was no way he could say no, not when she asked so pitifully and innocently.

"Of course sweetheart. " with that he lifted the bowl, scooped up some soup into a spoon, blew some cooling air over it and brought it to her mouth.

And slowly but surely, she'd finished the entire soup and had watched him leave with the empty bowl on the tray.

It was nice, to say the least, having her father feed her while looking into his eyes- he almost seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was.

Seeing it was well in the afternoon, Bianca decided to go take a shower as she finally felt sweaty and disgusting. The shower had invigorated her and her features looked healthy and full of life- she looked nothing close to sick.

After getting dressed, Bianca joined her father in the living room. He'd been on his laptop and he'd changed into some dark gray sweatpants and a black vest that left his muscular arms exposed.

Sexy!

"I thought you were sleeping. " he took off his reading glasses and closed his laptop, giving her his full attention.

"I took a shower... i got tired of lying in bed all day."

"Feeling any better?"

"A little." Bianca rested her head on the leather couch's armrest and comfortably curled up.

"Hungry?"

She shook her head. "Let's just watch some tv, i need to distract myself, if i keep thinking about how painful this cramps are, i won't get better any time soon. "

"You want to watch the News with me?" Her father asked almost in disbelief.

"Of course. I am a History student- i have to keep up with current affairs."

"Right..like you'd have any interest in what goes on in our country. " her father scoffed and pulled a light blanket over their legs.

"I'm not entirely ignorant," she defended, "i know there is some tension between China and America over trade, the government recently started working after it shut down and that the Libyans are still killing each other."

"Maybe you're not as clueless as i thought. " he lightly laughed.

"Ahh..I'm not." Bianca rubbed her lower belly to keep up with the pretense. Right then a devious thought came to mind.

She sat up and coiled back up on the couch, this time planting her head on his lap instead- close enough to his crotch. He didn't seem to mind- he didn't flinch nor say a word, so Bianca shifted her head even closer to his crotch. The thin material of his sweatpants made it easy for her to catch a brief glimpse of the outline of his d**k. He must have not been wearing any underwear. Her face being only a few inches away from her father's d**k, was exciting beyond exciting and Bianca struggled to contain herself. She imagined, knew that behind the grey material must lie the most beautiful c**k a man would ever be blessed with -just the thought, had her squeezing her thighs together.

"What are you smiling about?" Her father looked down at her.

"Nothing..i just remembered something funny that's all." Bianca immediately wiped off her whimsical grin and replaced it with a sullen frown. She looked up at her father and found him to be engrossed in the mosque bombing report murmuring from the tv.

She needed to divert his attention back to her and her sudden shot of vivacious boldness wasn't helping at all. Her fingers twitched, daring her to touch him even the slightest just to see how he'd react, she felt the urge to move her lips closer to the outlined head just inches from her, she wanted to give it a lick, she wanted to suck on it- but she knew that'd be taking it too far,too soon.

Again she gazed up at him and he'd remained focused on the tv but his hand rubbed up and down the length of her arm. Everything about how intimidate this position felt was turning her on, her lace undies were slowly beginning to get wet. She needed to do something.

She'd never been one to care about the risks, she always went for it without any clear cautioning thought crossing her mind- but then again, this was no other man; this was her father.

Still she felt the need to tease him, to push the boundaries a bit, to cross that line just the tiniest bit with him. She wondered how he'd react- how would any father react if their daughter were to "accidentally " grope their d**k or coyly caress it with their lips while trying to get more comfortable? That she wasn't entirely sure about- the possibilities were endless; he could scold her and let it go,

He could say nothing of it,

He could chastise her, then book her an appointment with the therapist,

He could go berserk and send her off to a strict boarding school,

Or........

He could respond to a touch of that manner like any other warm-blooded man and get turned on- hard and erect...and this could blossom into something...delicious.

Bianca wondered and wondered but she knew there was only one way to find out....