My Hot Stepfather

Chapter 21

Vanilla

I was tossing in my bed feeling bored and to be honest I missed Dave so much. I missed the way we

used to talk to each other and hang out together. I felt so empty and I felt my life was horribly boring.

Something important was missing and sure it was him.

Days had gone since I had stumbled and broke my legs. It was going normal, Dave was checking on

me every day. Going to his company and then coming back at dinner talking to me is less than normal.

Just a few words as if it was his way to punish me and yes he succeeded actually for making me feel

awful about what I did and what I have said to him.

But for a couple of weeks, I was doing my best to seduce him but nothing happened and even trying to

talk to him as we used to do as father and daughter didn’t work as well. Something was broken as if

there was a huge wall between us.

But I didn’t surrender, I was strong-headed as much as he was stubborn.

But thank god he came early that day, while I was reading a book. A mature novel, to be honest, I

wanted to enlighten myself with the basics of BDSM stuff and somehow it hooked me up. I thought it

was something bad but I liked the idea of having many positions and different ways of sexual stuff. I

liked being kinky and a pet to my daddy and I realized that having a sugar daddy wasn't that bad

actually. To have someone care about you and your desires and spoil you in real life or shower you with

gifts wasn't something would hurt my dignity. But it was sort of a way to show me how much he

appreciated me.

And he already was doing all of that. He buys me everything, he is the one who always pays and buys

me anything I want. So there was nothing new, especially that I was somehow cringing and kinky with Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

him even as a daughter.

Dave knocked on my door, and I let him come in. I adjusted myself and hid the book under the covers.

He narrowed his eyes asking me in curiosity “what are you doing?”

I grinned evilly “reading! I feel so bored, I want to hang out.”

He nodded and said, “okay, I will let the driver…”

But I shouted at him all of sudden “what’s wrong with you? You will let the driver carry me?” I want to

spend some time with him, not with the driver. I missed him so much. I wanted to talk to him. I was so

angry and I guess he felt so that’s why he didn’t scold me for yelling at him.

“what do you want?” he asked me gently and sat next to me in bed.

I pouted my lips pulling myself closer to him “nothing.” God, I missed his body scent and his manly

cologne. I wanted to throw my head to his chest and hug him instantly.

I pursed my lips flickering my eyes lashes seductively pleading “um dad, could you please cook for

me?”

He raised his brow and glared at me for a while silently then he smiled back and nodded “okay, I can

do that I guess. Are you hungry?”

I rubbed my tummy with a smirk “yes so much please.”

He stood up “okay wait here and I will cook something for you.”

I pulled his hands and that was the first time to touch him after a few weeks, I felt so weak back then, I

wanted to kiss him badly “no take me downstairs with you. I want to be with you in the kitchen. Told you

I’m so bored. Please. I’m not that heavy right?” I tried to be funny to not show how nervous I was next

to him.

“oh very funny and you are heavy but okay. I’m hungry too.” He teased me and winked then carried me

out of my bed and I swear to god that I wanted that minute to last forever between his arms.

Until we reached the kitchen downstairs, the chief already was making our lunch but Dave asked him to

leave the kitchen. Dave placed me on the high chair slowly next to the counter and I started to feel

uncomfortable watching his moves and his abs, his muscles. His smile and his lips. I drowned in my

own heaven checking every inch of him.

I couldn’t control my body anymore, I bent a bit closer and placed my hand in between his legs to his

crotch. It was something subconsciously and spontaneous from me. But he smacked my hand away

and shouted: “don’t touch me vanilla!”

I licked my lips staring at him with craving looks “why? You like that. You have a bony.” I mentioned and

gestured by my head.

He frowned “I won’t touch you!”

I blurted out “then fuck me!”

He gazed at me shockingly and said sternly in a commanding tone “stop!”

I raised my brow and placed my hand squeezing his dick harder “no!” yes I wanted him so much and I

didn’t care anymore if our relationship will end in a good or bad way. I wanted to be with him. To

discover my sexual desires with him. To do everything for him and with him. My heart was painfully

giving me aches, I couldn't stay away from him anymore. I couldn’t lie to myself with shit.

He leaned closer to my ear and whispered with his warm breathing “what do you want? We discussed

that before and it was your decision.”

I said confidently without even thinking twice “I want you now.”

Then a plate was slammed on the counter in front of me “eat!” he pulled himself away watching me with

a strange look. As if he was going to swoon soon and I eagerly pressed more on his weak spot. His

heart!

I opened my mouth a bit “feed me like your pet daddy.” I glared at him waiting and he gulped nervously

then pulled the chair next to me to shove a spoon in my mouth. I chewed the food slowly and

seductively trying to tempt this stubborn man. I dropped some rice from my mouth to inside my chest

and he stared at my boobs drooling with widened eyes “daddy, could you get that rice out?” I bit my lips

watching his trembling hands slowly going inside my bra, his touch was so hot and he was getting bony

but suddenly he pulled his hands away and hopped off the chair clutching his hair like crazy.

Well! I guess he will be with me sooner and not later!