Olivia's Game

Five

Lemon meringue pie part three

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He is not taking the bait.

Can you believe it?

He's been ignoring me.

I mean come on, that is so nineteenth century!

Five days have passed since our little encounter, it is Friday now and nothing productive has happened. You know me, I'm a little devil, I've been trying to get his attention the entire week, of course you know how it goes; more revealing clothes, more flirty compliments, more 'accidents' - I've been a decent w***e these past five days.

One almost did get to him, I was disappointed in him, but more motivated at the same time. Wednesday morning, I always do the laundry on Wednesday, and odds were in my favor that day, because as I slipped into the laundry room, yes we have a separate room for specifically laundry purposes, he emerged from his bedroom and stumbled upon my little surprise.

A thong. Hot pink lace with a string. It had accidentally fallen from the full basket and landed conveniently in front of his bedroom. I peered from the slightly open door, well hidden as I spied on him. I was smiling like a f*****g wicked witch of the west as he stared at my dirty underwear. He stared at it, for a while, as though thinking hard what to do and what not to do. He bent over and I cheered "yes yes yes that's a good daddy!" inwardly, but his fingers just inches away from grasping the flimsy twanny dress, his eyes fell on the door I was behind and he straightened his back, giving my bait one last look, before walking away and disappearing down the stairs.

Moments after his footfalls could no longer be heard, I left from my hiding spot and quickly collected my undies, before my gran found them and suffered a stroke.

Other than that, my ole man resisted my advances very well. Unlike me, he had something holding him back- morals! He was ashamed and I just wanted to prove a point to myself.

I have seen very little of him today, he left for the office early and still hasn't came back. I was of course not using his absence as an excuse to be idle- i was already thinking of ways to turn up the heat.

I wanted that kiss, before the end of this week, and I was going to get it.

Thankfully I was home alone, I could listen to my thoughts without any interruptions. The twins were visiting a friend and will only be back later, mom will be working till late, gran Lilian was consoling her friend, who recently became a widow- so I was all alone.

With a task, assigned to me by my darling mother, but I was only happy to get my favorite crop top stained by flour, because Riley sweetly asked me to bake some treats for her school tea-party that will be taking place tomorrow. There's nothing more addictive than making a five year old smile.

Coming to think of it, my mother is terrible at family planning- how can I be nineteen and have five year old siblings?!

Satisfied with the base, I hummed delightfully as I dressed the lemon meringue pie with the creamy, delicious meringue. I couldn't bake and not make lemon meringue pie, Riley loves it more than I love smelling c**k- previous lovers, not more than the fingers on your hand, have found it slightly strange, but never seemed to mind me sniffling their d***s, I just find the smell of the skin to be intriguing.

I took out the last batch of muffins out of the oven and turned it off. I was exhausted, baking ninety six muffins, forty eight cookies and five pies, is not child's play, i should be getting paid for this.

I took a Home Science class for two years back in high school, if I hadn't committed to the tedious subject, none of this would be possible, cooking is not a skill i possess naturally. Gran Lilian did teach me most of what I know, the woman is a culinary genius!

Grumpily, I cleaned up and left only the treats on cooling racks on the counter.

It was only five, I gave myself a pat on the back and admired my work. I have to admit, my ole man was right, I haven't lasted a day dyeitinn, I've just been lucky enough he hasn't caught me. I mean I'm not fat, chubby, whatever you call it, I'm quite slim, slim thick? No? I just want my abs back..but these sugars and carbs are too darn tempting.

I promised myself I am not going to eat even one for taste. And I'm still going strong!

I heard the faint click of the front door and excitement bubbles up inside me.

"Honey I'm hoomee!" My dad announced.

"In the kitchen darling." I shouted, grinning like an i***t, I always love how we fool around.

"What is that wonderful smell?" Dad mumbled as he stepped into the kitchen, showering me with a warm smile and pressing his lips on my cheek, "I see ya've been quite busy, hun."

"Just so you know, I am getting paid for this." Mindlessly, my finger scooped up some of the lemony cream and I happily sucked it off.

Okaaayyyy...why is he looking at me like that?

"What? Do I have some cream on my face?"

Why did you have to ask, Olivia?!

Why?!

Dad grinned ear-to-ear, his eyes glimmering with celebratory joy, "No hun, there is none of it on your face, the rest is in ya stomach, huh!"

Eeehhh?

My brows creased in confusion, I didn't need to ask for enlightenment, he gladly gave it to me.

"I told ya I was going to beat ya arse hun, pay up," whaattt! I mentally face-palmed myself..nooooo! "Look at you dieting!" He scoffed and I bitterly rolled my eyes, quick to defend myself,

"Whhaatt? Hold your horses, that was not a cheat dad! Cream not even the size of a pea doesn't qualify as a cheat."

"Always such a sore loser." He took off his suit jacket, remaining only in his purple button up and dark gray dress pants.

"I did not lose!" I yelled, there's absolutely no way I have the bet, no way. "That was just for taste, how was I supposed to know if it's good or crap if i didn't taste?"

The ole loch-ness didn't listen to me.

"I've been waiting for this moment, hun."

Oh no..

Don't let it be..

Agrhhh...now he's dancing, that graceless victory dance..

"Feels good to win." There was something so derisive about that jive, he was getting to me. "You owe me."

"You didn't win, I don't owe you anything!"

Then he began singing!

"I feel good da da da da da, I feeellll goooooddddd, so good da da! So go-" I had to find a way to shut him up, so I did the first thing that came to mind, I stuffed the pie in his face.

Oopssie!

Now I'd done it!

"You little-"

My mocking laughter didn't last long, he picked up another pie and charged at me. I was quick to react and sprinted forward and he chased me to the living room, I couldn't stop giggling, I had become twelve years younger. Taking the corner by the couch, I slipped on god knows what and fell on my back. I could only scream as he straddled me and smashed the pie in my face.

My fingers rubbed away the cream from my eyes, I scolded him playfully. "Do you see what you've done sassquatch! Do you know how long it took me to make those pies!"

Dad chuckled humorously, drawing a sad face on my forehead, "Mi grumpy little goblin, you started this."

"Clean it off, I don't want my face to get all sticky." I whined.

I never anticipated his next move.

Daddyyy..you silly you..

With an, "Okay hun." His tongue swiped at my cheek and I gasped in delight, though I pretended I wasn't enjoying him licking me.

Lick me!

Lick me!

Oh lick me, daddy!

Let's all admit that, dad, straddling me, licking my face, is sooooo hot..huuuuu damn!

"Eeewwww!" I srunched up my face, knowing my 'discomfort ' will only encourage him to continue.

His tongue across my jaw, slithering above my lips and I almost moaned.

Does this man even realise what he's doing to me?!

Let me say something slutty- me twanny was tingling, I was in heaven and playing a little kitten getting her morning bath from mommy..in this case, daddy.

"Yer face is very delicious hun." He teased.

So is my p***y, daddy..

What? I did not just think that!

Someone call Pope Francis!

"You missed a spot." I innocently pointed at the big drop on my chest, right below my collarbone.

Nervousness flickered in his eyes, Do it, I dare you daddy. He attempted to get up, but I wrapped my legs around him, entrapping him.

"What are you doing?" He asked me, laughing nervously.

"You're under arrest." I simply said.

"Hun this is not a very comfortable position to be in, my old knees are giving in." He couldn't grasp onto some nonchalance as his eyes raked up my body.

If I had to guess, I'd say, it had finally dawned on him, just how inappropriate we were being.

"Clean this and I'll let you go, I'm sure my chest is just as delicious as my face." The tables have turned, he had teased me, and now I was using his own trick against him.

"I see ya want me to get cavities, let me go princess." He failed at making light of the situation.

"Okay, but you'll have to admit that I didn't lose and apologise." I smirked, I know him well enough to know his pride would never allow him.

I'm getting a lick...

Fuck, why is all this cat stuff making me horny?!

"N-n-noo..." he shifted uncomfortably and his eyes kept going back to one area as he tried to speak. I watched him swallow hard and I followed his eyes to my chest.

Guess what!

Have you guessed?

I had a nip-slip. Half of my aerola and a bit of my n*****s peeked out from my crop-top, which has a very unforgiving, strapless, sweetheart neckline bodice.

My dad was looking at my t**s.

I'm sooo happy.

How long have they been out?

Hopefully long enough to get an erection reaction.

Did I want him to get hard oogling me?

Maybe.

Okay fine, yes! I do!

"Oppsie -daisy," I giggled, tucking my faithful t**s back into the bodice, "stop looking." I nudged his chest, giggling like a w***e.

"I'm sorry hun..it's Just.." my poor daddy was so embarrassed, it was adorable. "Let me go..wipe my face and change."

"You know the condition." I taunted and he made a mistake, he moved his hands to his pants and tried to 'casually ' adjust them.

Why?

You know why ;)

"Lick or speak, which one is it going to be daddy?"

He sighed, an imagined bead of sweat trickling down his face as he leaned into me and trailed his wet tongue below my collarbone, extending beyond the spotted area.

Yes! yes! yes! yes lick me!

"What in the world are you two doing?"

Really?!