Blatant (Book 2 to Shameless)

Chapter 2: The Exploration

An airy light feel, a tease of the receptors, the shortest grasp of taste -If the moment could be defined in words, characterized by description, these would be best suiting.

And just like that, everything was over.

Bianca could've sworn she just blinked once and everything was gone, a moment she couldn't even place a beginning to, had ended- much to her dismay. Regret. Had she paid more attention, equipped her mind to react in time, maybe she wouldn't have missed it. Now all she knew, the little that was left for thought to configure to emotion, was that she'd gotten a little taste,a tiny, tiny sprinkle  of a sweet unexpected- and all it had borne was dissatisfaction. As abruptly as it came, the kiss had ended. The moment had barely lived for a second, their lips had barely touched, the feelings  had barely been piqued, when Chey quickly pulled away and recoiled back to her pillow in shame. Bianca remained still, giving her mind time to process what just transpired, all the while her unblinking gaze unwittingly adding more to Chey's chagrin. Thoughtlessly, she  brought her hand up to her lips, the tip of her index finger lightly grazing the bottom lip - the feel of Chey's lips still lingered, and she could taste her favourite lip balm, strawberries and cream.

 A lot had happened over the past months that had made Bianca nearly immune to the element of surprise, every turn, every second, had held it's own bag of tricks and the effect of another capricious event falling into the sequence had worn off on her -yet, Chey, in a matter of ten seconds, erased all of that. The kiss had truly taken her by surprise, and left her stunned. Chey was her constant, that person she knew conformed to the same disciplines no matter what, the neutralizing component- she knew what to expect from her and what not to, she didn't change with the seasons of life, she mediated and didn't complicate things further...or at least Bianca had believed all along.

But how did she miss it?

Had she been too engulfed by the ever present drama in her life that she failed to notice the signs?

Sometimes...well most times, Bianca did recognise her dominance in the friendship when it came to neediness. Though she wasn't proud of it, she hardly gave anything but took everything. Selfish. Most of the time it was about her, her problems, her pains, her plans and poor Chey never seemed to mind, she supported her, listened to her, advised her, while her own emotions took the backseat.

Maybe that's why she couldn't see what was constantly staring back her, she was too wrapped up in her own universe, classic Bianca.

Either way, Identifying the weaknesses wasn't going to produce a pathway forward, neither was it going to answer the enormity of a question that remained,

Now that she knows, now that the confession has been made; what now? What was she going to do about it?

It was daunting, the future of their friendship rested in her clumsy hands, her incapabilty to express herself correctly, choose the right words, understand other's emotions. One thing was certain, an innate ability of hers -she was too good at breaking hearts, being the cause of emotional ruin, both intentionally and unintentionally - and this, she didn't want to expose Chey to.

Their friendship was well in tatters, she couldn't fix this, she couldn't wish it away either. It doesn't matter what approach she takes, someone was going to end up hurt in the end.

The more Bianca pondered and pondered on the issue, the more the taunting silence prolonged, the more Chey felt the layers of her skin depleting.

"I'm sorry...I've ruined everything now haven't I?" Chey had never been more embarrassed her entire life, it was evident in her doleful stare, her rueful tone, the nervous wavering of her voice -there had never been a time she wished she could just pulverize to dust and fade into the air or better yet, for the ground to just split open and shallow her whole, more than she did now. Bianca's silence said a whole lot to her, it would've been a lot better if she said something instead of giving her that blank stare, she couldn't read minds, but she knew Bianca well enough to know she wasn't delighted with what she did and neither was she going to brush it off and allow everything to commence as though nothing ever happened.

"I.." Bianca began, carefully selecting her words before she could continue, this wasn't just anyone, this was her best and only friend, she knew herself and she knew she didn't always lay her words in the most nicest way or take the gentle approach, for which reason the thinking period had to be extended before she could speak, to avoid saying something in a way that would lead to misinterpretation, "I didn't know you were gay."

Chey lowered her eyes in shame, unable to maintain eye contact as she answered," I didn't know either..until I met you."

Bianca would've been lying if she said the words didn't give her even a tiny bit of joy, it was adorable just how putty and nervous Chey had gotten -that validated just how much she liked her, and it was no secret that every woman got an immeasurable high from knowing the effect she has on a person. "Why didn't you tell me?" Bianca asked in a casual manner, her mien was a calm one, she didn't want Chey to think she was even the tiniest bit angry or judging her, when in actual fact she was very excited about this.

Her lungs becoming inept at their function, Chey could hardly think straight, she feared any word she'd say would paint a worse picture of her or make the situation even more awkward and uncomfortable. She could've answered honestly, could have told her that she initially never had the intention to profess her love for her, that she'd hoped the feelings would vaporize with time but instead she found herself loving her more and more - to a point where her not being able to act on those feelings was becoming unbearably frustrating , yet she was determined to keep all these feelings to herself until they were buried along with her. Everything was going according to plan, the three months apart had in a way helped also, until she saw her strapped on that stretcher, her body limp and void of life, and she realized just how short life is, just how much the unspoken words were going to haunt her, had she died. But now that she'd put everything out in the open, she was drowning in regret.

"I was going to tell you..b-but I was scared, I didn't know how you'll react..I mean.. I mean I know you're with Michael and you love him and it's not my intention to ruin that..I am happy for you, you know I am, and I support your relationship one hundred and twenty percent..it's just..I don't know where these feelings come from and believe me I tried to ignore them, thinking they'll go away..but..but they only became stronger.. I can't help how I feel, i really can't...I'm sorry, I didn't..I'm sorry." Chey's sputtering concluded with some sniffling, as she suppressed the stream of tears threatening to pour down. She'd messed up and she didn't know how to fix it, things were never going to be the same between after this.

Rejection, bitter, stinging, esteem butchering rejection, was in her forecast, which is why, what Bianca said next, marvelled her.

"You didn't ruin anything Chey, in fact I'm glad you told me, you shouldn't have chosen suffering in silence over confiding in me, it was silly of you to think me knowing that you love me more than I ever imagined, would change how I look at you." Bianca smiled at her, that spark of excitement in her blue eyes, which Chey quite couldn't get, how could she be in such blithe while she was devastated and in fret? It evaded her, she couldn't even begin to guess what must be going on in her mind.

What was that look in her eyes? What did that smile mean?

She couldn't feel the same, that's just not how life goes.

"I don't think I understand, does this mean we're okay? I mean it's not like I ever thought we would be in a relationship or something..i  just..I don't know, have this craving, this need to be around you, talk to you..maybe kiss you.." Chey blushed, warmth spreading to her cheeks,her disposition that of a jittery mess, "I never wanted anything more than that..agrhh I'm sounding like one of those foolish girls in chick-flicks now ain't I.."

Bianca only tucked her hand under the pillow to elevate her head, inching closer in the process, her smile only widened as she prompted her to continue, "Carry on Chey." Bianca couldn't explain it -how enjoyable it was to watch Chey's rich, piquant face mantle with emotion, her voice even sounded more mellifluous, her wrying her fingers at every attempt to answer herself, she was so cute and Bianca relished the attention she was receiving, it incited some feeling of power and confidence.

"Mhhmmm.. B.." Chey laughed awkwardly.

Bianca swung her knees forward, letting her legs to brush against Chey's, who could've sworn she saw something flicker in her eyes..devilry, the look she knew she only saw when Bianca was conceiving no good, "What?" And then came that smile, that teasing, knowing smile - had Bianca been like every other girl, Chey would've already reached a conclusion that she likes her too, but Bianca's framework of thought was far from 'normal' and she knew her well enough to know that nothing is ever as it seems when it comes to her.

Chey bit onto her index finger to suppress her unruly smile, before turning away from Bianca's heated gaze, "Whyy.." she giggled, trying to contain her giddy state, she felt worse than a pre-adolescent with a crush. "Whyy are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Bianca teased, veiling it with spurious surprise.

Chey turned to face her, immediately being entrapped by Bianca's piercing, suggestive, daring gaze -she was teasing her, which only set Chey's emotions in disarray. "Like that.. you're confusing me."

"How am I confusing you?" Bianca still held on to that patronizing tone, the pleasure she got from seeing Chey beside herself was simply too good to abandon.

"I don't know..when you look at me like that it makes me think.." Chey paused, interrupted by a stinging sensation in her right eye, "It makes think that maybe you...oh my God B, there's something in my eye, please get it out , get it out .." the girl cried out in childlike prowess, her fingers frantically rubbing at her eyes.

"Stop rubbing, you're only causing more irritation."  Bianca positioned herself, planting both her knees beside her thighs and straddling her before leaning towards her and trying to remove the "something" from her eye, which wasn't made any easy by Chey's repetitive blinking and squirming.

Bianca thought she was just displaying her intolerance for pain, while in actual fact, the intimate position had Chey's heart going on a frenzy, all the relevant hormones going haywire, so much so, her mind had nothing as reference for self-constrain measures, she didn't know how she'd been surviving all along.

"There we go, mommy has removed the boo-boo." Bianca mocked in a theatrical baby voice, blowing off the wet eyelash from the tip of her finger.

Chey rolled her eyes, throwing a childishly sullen pout, "You're not being funny, I really hope that spider gets you in your sleep and I bet it's a red-back."

Bianca pinned both her arms down, leaning towards her, tapping into those forbidden lands, letting the tip of her nose to hover over her, half an inch from contact. The thoughts did come to her, the "What are you doing Bianca?" "Stop and think about this!" -like they always did, but as always, the little devil inside her, that burning need, her strong perchance to doing the wrong from the right, outweighed those red beams, as she pulled a classical Bianca - Do now, think later. "I know you don't mean that, you know why?"

Maybe the four months without intimacy, with her need to touch and to be touched not being fulfilled, her craving and thirsty for that sensual indulgence, were to blame, maybe Chey giving her that teasing taste was to blame, maybe her 'ill- nature' and hunger to leech off every attention she gets, was to blame, something always happened to her, an injection of contemptuous boldness, a daring attitude, whenever she caught hint that someone was interested in her, it had governed her all her life, the 'prick tease' mentality -and Chey wasn't going to be exempt.

Chey's eyes slowly travelled up her face, her chest rapidly heaving and falling, as her lips parted and she gave a shaky response, "W-whhyy?"

"Because you love me," Bianca whispered above her lips, her fingers sliding between the gaps and intertwining with Chey's, "you know, you probably shouldn't have given me that tiny peck, because now I want more." Chey was very attractive, that much Bianca couldn't deny and she'd been wanting a full taste of her plump, luscious lips since the moment their lips detached -which is why she wasted no time going in for the kill and her lips delicately crashed into hers. It was strangely titillating, It had been a while since she'd kissed a girl and her senses were appreciating the tenderness of a female touch -the kiss was well communicated, as though it came naturally, their lips moved in perfect sync, nothing was rushed, their entangled hands squeezed onto each other as they indulged in the moment. With a concluding nip of her bottom lip, Bianca pulled away, a huge grin adorning her beautiful face as she stared down at a breathless Chey.

"How are your lips these soft? I think I'm going to make a habit of kissing you very soon." Bianca giggled, playing with her fingers.

"Why are you messing around with my feelings?" Chey asked, extremely elated, but concerned she was setting herself up for heartbreak.

"I'm not messing around with your feelings, I really do like you Chey."

"You do?" Chey shot her an incredulous stare.

"Yes! Why wouldn't I? You're impossible not to like, you're very beautiful, your personality is extremely attractive and you're the best person on this planet to me." Bianca told her, adding more doses to the girl's confusion.

"I don't quite understand, now that you know I like you, you like me too?"

"Don't look at It that way, you telling me was the vantage point, It made me realize that I am attracted to you." Bianca straightened out her back, looking down at her, her eyes carefully analysing her.

"B, what are you trying to say? What is this? So we're...we're  kissing buddies now?"

Bianca hadn't a clue when they came to her, but the answers were right at the tip of her tongue, which spelled doom since she wasn't doing much thinking and burked every bad tune that came to her -irrational decisions, she was a fan of those. "Well..." she detached her fingers from hers, coyly playing with the helm of Chey's pyjama shirt, trying to smother her into considering her unconventional, selfish suggestion, "I belong to daddy and you can't be mine either, I'm not good enough for you..all I want Is a chance to kiss you and grope you..explore your body whenever I want..so I was thinking more of friends with benefits? I mean it won't be just for s*x, I genuinely care about you and like you a lot."

Unlike the 'live in the moment ' approach Bianca had adopted, Chey very much wanted to stretch out all the details and make her aware of the repercussions, "B, I've been dreaming of hearing you say that you like me back for ages and I feel like a fool being this happy, but I can't help myself...I only just want any  bit of you you can offer, but I don't want to get you into trouble, because you and I being together, Is you cheating on Michael."

Chey rose a very good point, yet Bianca, greedy little Bianca, was not deterred, she was set on making this work, she'd never been one to favour choosing, she always wanted everything, she was selfish that way.

"I mean, I love daddy very much, with my everything, I was even prepared to die for him and he loves me very much too, so I know he'll understand when I tell him."

"Tell him what?" This was gaining more momentum than Chey was comfortable with, firstly she thought everything that happened would never leave the room, she hadn't even came out to her father and her grandmother yet, she was still having a s*x-orientation crisis, she didn't even know if she liked girls in general  or just liked Bianca, she had never even looked at a girl romantically before Bianca came along and she was sure that one case didn't exactly qualify her as bisexual- there was already too much going on, and she didn't want to spark a fight between Bianca and her father.

"Maybe you can join our relationship, it'll spice things up, you don't have to worry about daddy, you'll be mine and I'll be yours and he'll just be in between."

It just keeps getting better and better.

"What?!! Since when are you non- monogamous? I really hope you're joking!" Chey eyed her in disbelief.

"Please tell me that you'll at least think about it.." Bianca pleaded.

"I am not going to be in a threesome with you and Mr.Lewis, I am not!" Chey stood her ground.

"Fine," Bianca huffed in defeat, "but I still have to tell him I want to f**k you, we promised not to keep anything from each other."

Chey shook her head in disbelief, giggling lightly as Bianca drew circles around her navel "You're the worst person a person could ever have a crush on."

"And why is that?"

"You're not afraid to shock someone senseless and you're very cunny and manipulative  when you want to get your way."

"I must not be that bad, since you like me." Bianca continued to trace the smooth skin of her flat stomach, without thinking, sneaking her hands deeper inside her shirt.

Chey gasped, smiling nervously, "A bit too much..B..stop..why are you trying to get me all hot and bothered?"

"Honestly, I'm a horny mess, I haven't been f****d in months and I'm not going to lie, I want to do unimaginable things to you, right here, right now, but I'm going to hold myself, I don't want to hurt you or overwhelm you, so I'll move at your pace."

"Now you're turning me into a horny mess also..B..seriously...stop..stop seducing me.." Chey fell into a fit of giggles when Bianca began planting kisses all over tummy. "What has gotten into you?"

Bianca finally got off Chey, carelessly splaying out on the bed -her words were no exaggeration, in fact maybe she even understated  the hormonal turmoil she was in, that flame of need tearing through her, she could barely contain herself. "I don't know Chey, you did this to me."

"By doing what?" Chey didn't want to admit it, but she was already missing the warmth of Bianca's body.

"I know I can be a b***h, am a heartless, selfish b***h most of the time, I don't trust myself not to hurt you, but I promise to be very kind to you Chey." A sudden rush of gulit attacked Bianca, Chey didn't deserve this, she was worth more than a fling on the side, she deserved more than she was offering, more than she could give her, she didn't deserve to be with a liar, keeping that she killed her uncle from her, yes Chey wasn't at all fond of Victor, but still he was her uncle, he was her family. Her father also didn't deserve this, she had to cater for his opinion and take on the matter, what if he doesn't even approve of the whole thing?

Finally letting the rational part of her mind take centre stage, Bianca decided it be best she didn't explore a relationship with Chey, despite how much she wanted to, despite how good it felt to her giggle and out of order like that.

"I've gotten to know you to considerably significant depths and I know I'm roaming in the danger zone, but I don't care," Chey smiled, glancing over at the closed door, "So I guess grandmama was right."

"You know what's funny, daddy also saw this one coming, just before I left, he was telling me he feels threatened by you, boy is he not going to like what I'm going to tell him."

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Michael gazed into the night, the lulling  faint murmurs of the sea, doing nothing to ease his unsettled mind. A buzz coming from the tablet, he was soon checking who was coming into the house. With his and Bianca's life in potent danger, he had tightened security measures and had hidden cameras installed in every room, as well as motion sensors in front of every point of entry into the house, that when triggered, alerted him on his phone, where he could control all of the security components, turn on and switch off the alarms, sensors and cameras. He'd taken the best steps to protect himself and his babygirl, yet he felt it was still not enough. They needed to leave the country until the dust settled. Despite having one of the best security systems in the world, he was still mere miles apart from Gurérro's headquarters, he was still in the very house his thugs once decorated in blood to send him a warning of what to expect  his and his loved ones' fate to look like. Knowing that Gurérro could strike at any moment was leaving him restless and deprived of peace of mind, he couldn't even close his eyes not knowing whether Bianca was still okay and safe or not, he didn't even like the idea of her going out so much, yet he knew he couldn't force her to stay indoors all day, every day, until they moved to Prague, that would be parity to her being a prisoner, and he didn't want that. Sure she was only next door, at Chey's, not even a minute away, but Michael still was uneasy since  she was out of his sight and he couldn't be there to protect her in the very instance of something happening- which is why, at 2am in the morning, while most rested comfortably in their beds, he was leaning on the balcony rail, his gun in his grip. Rick was right, he was getting paranoid, and it was only going to get worse the more Gurérro's conviction was delayed. He hated the feeling, it reminded him of the army years, of Afghanistan, of Iran. Almost losing Bianca made everything worse, it made him edgy and overly vigilant, he didn't want to keep making the same mistake, to keep not being there when things occur, when Bianca needs him the most -that habit of late realisation, taking action too little too late, he'd stint, he didn't care what he'll have to do, but he was going to ensure that no one ever laid a finger on his little girl ever again.

The first step had already made itself evident, he had to discipline her on her disrespect for the streets at night. On the screen, Bianca steeped into the house in a silly jive, she had her headphones on and her phone in her hand, she'd even almost forgotten to lock the door due to how distracted she was. Finally she tossed the phone and headphones on the couch and proceeded in her swaying gait to the kitchen, drank some juice and left for their bedroom, finding it empty, before noticing the door to the balcony was open.

She was being unreasonably reckless and ignorant and having to have a talk with her about changing her ways for the purpose of her safety, already had his mind stewing. He didn't even know what she was doing here at 2 am in the morning, yet she told him she was sleeping over at Chey's.

"What are you doing over here?" Bianca snaked her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back. "Who are you planning on shooting?" It was clear from her tone that the extent of the danger they were in, hadn't registered in her mind.

"We need to talk about some adjustments you need to start making, " Michael began, his tone austere, continuing even as Bianca let out that "oh boy, here we go again!" Sigh, "sweetheart, you can't be roaming around this late, especially with those headphones on, you wouldn't even hear someone sneaking up to you and what the f*****g hell are you doing outside at 2am in the morning? Do you know how unsafe the streets are at this hour? This is the hour for opportunists…" Michael paused, drawing in a calming whiff of air, "babygirl, you're old enough, I shouldn't have to keep scolding on safety precautions as though you're a child...you know the risk we are in, don't even the tiniest bit underestimate what Gurérro is capable of..I'm trying my best to protect you, and you're not making it any easy for me." 

"Daddy seriously, I was just next door, I didn't even spend thirty seconds outside." Bianca argued, not in the mood for a chiding, especially one she felt she didn't deserve. "And why do I have to worry, yet my daddy has a gun and knows very well how to  use it?"

Michael shook his head, did this girl ever take anything seriously?

"Maybe you should start carrying one with you as well, I know it's been a while since we've gone out to the shooting range, but your mind will quickly fall bac-"

"Ssshhhhh…" Bianca hushed him. "I don't want to talk." She purred against his back, slipping her hands inside his vest.

"Sweetheart, this is important, I can't always be there to protect you, so you have to be in a position to-"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow..I couldn't sleep, I missed you too much." Bianca pressed her lips between his shoulder blades, her fingers grasping onto the waistband of his boxer briefs.

Michael didn't argue with her, it'd be senseless to do so, once his babygirl started, there was no stopping her and he had no intention of stopping her. He'd missed her as well, more than words were capable of translating. He wanted her, badly so, all those months apart had only served to make him more weaker to her advances. He wanted to ravage her, all that pent up pressure had been building up to this moment, he needed to compensate himself for all those times he had to endure her teasing.

"I'm sure Raptor missed me as much as I missed him." Bianca muttered against his arm, nipping at the flesh.

"Who's Raptor?" Michael asked.

Instead of providing him with a verbal answer, Bianca slid her hands inside his briefs and took hold of his engorged shaft, slowly stroking him. And just like that, his little devil had flipped his mind off like a switch, now Michael was wholly absorbed by the lust, the urges, the need. She didn't even need to do much, to nearly drive him over the peak, just having her ripe body pressed against him, already had him fully erect, her small  hand curling around his shaft, the fingers caressing along the veins, almost made him c*m.

"Mhmmm..daddy, I just need you inside me already.." Michael turned to face her, that missing element to his sanity being completely eroded being provided, Bianca had on one of her lethal faces, the one that got to him the most, that angelic essence, that look of innocence -as the soft light dressed her beautiful face and highlighted that docile expression she was donned with, her blue, begging eyes tainted with lust, conveying that false image of chastity and childlike vulnerability, Michael snapped. Quickly placing the gun on the round couch, he hauled Bianca into his arms and carried inside, throwing her on the bed and hovering over her. Michael never thought he'd ever be this glad for the sheer shirts she wore to sleep, he didn't want to waste a precious second peeling clothes off her body, tonight he wasn't about the slow and gentle, and he was quite certain her eagerness to be finally pleased made her prefer the rushed, rough and ravenous approach also. Getting rid of the vest and briefs, Michael parted her thighs, her bare snatch staring back at him -he should've known, she'd came prepared. Every  single detail was so amped, that the effect of seeing her glistening p***y, was as though he were seeing one for the very first time. His d**k twitching and growing impatient to be attended to, Michael drew her closer, leaving her thighs to settle on his shoulders, before driving his head inside her thighs and devouring her needy p***y, his tongue sliding between her folds and collecting her sweet nectar, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive bud. Bianca let out a string of moans and gasps, writhing in pleasure, Michael's tongue was magical, the pleasure indescribable, she wanted to hold back, not for the high to end too soon, but it simply felt too good, too overwhelming -her was soon latching onto him  and squeezing at his neck, as the rapturous wave of her orgasm tore through her, leaving her a panting mess.

"Mhmmm..ohhh daddy, that felt sooo good.."  A  deep growl sounded from Michael's throat, lowering one of her  legs  to the bed, the other securing around his waist, he positioned himself at her entrance, locking eyes with her as he thrust the entire of his length inside her. Bianca gasped, her lips falling ajar and her toes curling as her body absorbed the shock- she loved it when he did that, she loved the beastly look in his eyes, she loved it when he mercilessly pounded into her. Michael growled, slowly pulling out while resisting the urge to let loose, Bianca's walls clasped around his shaft, squeezing at him and making the making the slightest of movement fiercely challenging  his mental strength and will not to c*m. Sucking in air between his teeth, Michael could feel his sperm reading to spew at any second, as he gained momentum and began thrusting into and out of her at a proportionally increasing pace. Holding back was tortuous pleasure, he needed the release but delayed it to make him crave it so much, that when he finally reaches that point, he imbibes the maximum pleasure.

"A-a-ahhh dadddyyy, I'd missed this so much, f**k my little cunt, its all yours daddy, nobody else..mhhmmm, you're such a dirty old man..ahhh..I-I tooold you, you wouldn't make it past the weekend before f*****g me." Bianca's moaning, her dirty, filthy words, that look of pure s****l gratification itched on her face -weren't helping Michael's case at all, soon he'd lose the battle and quit from refraining.

Sensing just how close he was to losing it, Michael quickened his pace, delivering more powerful thrusts, exerting his hip muscles and spearing his rod into her at an unforgiving force, the sounds of their colliding flesh filled the room, along with some fervent moans, chirping, whimpers, groans and grunts. Quickly climbing up the inclination, that familiar feeling that she might rupture in half hitting her,  Bianca knew she was soon to soar  to the immeasurable highs of a mind-numbing orgasm -she could sense Michael wasn't far behind either. Her breath hitching, Bianca reached out for his neck, pulling him in for a hungry, needy, messy kiss, tasting herself on his lips, letting her tongue to swirl in his mouth, and sucking on his. Bianca's walls spasmed and contracted, her whole body quivering, her thighs bucking as her second  orgasm tore through her, consecutively, Michael growled into her mouth, Bianca only then coming to a startling realisation.

Quickly she detached her lips from his, "D-daddy pu-pull out." She'd spoken too late, she felt the silky fluid coating her walls, a load of sperm being  emptied inside her to the last drop.

With labored breathing, her father collapsed beside her, his burly arm drawing her to his chest.

Bianca tilted her head up, a beatific grin resting on her face, even as she made him aware of a little, unearthing, detail, "That was amazing daddy, I'm surely going to feel Raptor's work in the morning," Michael chuckled lightly at the name, tenderly kissing the top of her head, he did need his babygirl's craziness and carefree attitude to tune down his austere take on life, "buttt...you didn't pull out and I haven't been on any method of contraception for four months… I drank my last cycle before I went to Victor's house because the deranged asshole burned all of the ones I'd taken with me, along with my clothes."

Her father eyed her with concern, as if waiting for her to confirm he'd assumed correctly. "Soo..I'm practically a  walking, fertile bomb waiting to explode babies..so, we need to get Plan B, otherwise high chances are, I might fall pregnant."

Michael glanced at Bianca's belly, not as concerned or unsettled by the fact that she might fall pregnant, with his child, as he thought he should be. "How much time do we have?"

"A couple of hours, but I'm too paranoid to take any chances, so I think you should rush over to the pharmacy, so I can take the pill as soon as possible."

Michael got off the bed and hastily searched for something to throw on, he didn't want to be leaving her alone at such early morning hours, but he had no other choice. "Get the gun and lock the balcony door and call me if you see or hear anything odd or suspicious and please stay in house." Michael instructed her from the bathroom.

"Okay daddy, I promise to do nothing to compromise my safety." Bianca handed him his phone and helped him put on his leather jacket. "Remind me tomorrow, there's something important we need to discuss."

"I'll do so later on today, " Michael teased, "I'll be back before you even know it, will you go to sleep or wait for me?"

"I'll wait for you."

Michael cupped her cheek, briefly appreciating her beauty, " Sometimes I can't believe just how beautiful you are."

Bianca blushed, leaning into his hold, "How can I not look like a troll after you've just butchered me?"

"Let me go before I really 'butcher' you this time, I love you babygirl." Michael pecked her on the lips.

"I love you too daddy, a bit too much to be healthy." Her father chuckled lightly before disappearing into the hallway.

Bianca immediately got on with bringing the gun inside and locking the door, before heading for the kitchen. She could feel the c*m trickling down her thighs as she walked. Never in her life had anything like this ever happened to her, until now, she'd never had s*x under conditions that would leave her prone to falling pregnant, she was always extra careful. She couldn't fall pregnant, she didn't like kids and never desired to have one, she saw them as a burden, a hindrance, a life long commitment. They demanded attention, need to be taken care of, and have no accountability- she couldn't have that, wouldn't even last a day a mother, she was selfish and self-indulgent, she already knew she wouldn't make a good mother, she loved herself too much to let her needs take the  backseat.

She'd long been thinking about permanent contraceptive, 'anti-baby' methods, but she felt to be too young to be taking such drastic measures.

But why was she concerning herself with pregnancy aftermaths when she wasn't going to get pregnant anytime soon..or even ever?

Collecting her phone from the couch, Bianca jolted up in fear, when a knock suddenly came from the door. It was definitely not her father, he had no reason to knock when he had a key.

She couldn't think of anybody who would be knocking on their door at 3:50am in the morning! Bolting upstairs, Bianca grabbed the gun, and faced the mysterious knocker, ready to strike. Peeking through the peephole, Bianca thought that maybe her eyes were deceiving her.

It couldn't be

What was he doing here?

Dialing in the unlocking code, Bianca inserted the key and slowly opened the door, already aiming the gun at the man.

"Woah put the gun down cupcake...look at you! you're all grown up, you look even more gorgeous than when I last saw you."