Beneath The Sheets

Lila

My bedroom door was locked.  

It always was when I did this.

I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, tank top shoved up under my chin, panties kicked somewhere onto the floor. One hand was buried between my thighs, two fingers already slick and deep, the other hand pinching my own nipple hard enough to sting. My eyes were closed. My lips were parted. Soft, broken sounds kept slipping out of my mouth.

“Dominic…”

His name came out low and needy, like a secret I couldn’t keep anymore.

In my head he was right there. Standing at the foot of my bed in those dark jeans that always sat low on his hips, shirt half-unbuttoned, the silver in his hair catching the light. That quiet, heavy stare of his fixed on me like he was deciding exactly how he was going to ruin me. I could almost feel the rough scrape of his stubble against my inner thigh, the weight of his big hands spreading me open, the low rumble of his voice when he finally spoke.

*Look at you. Soaking the sheets for your best friend’s father. Filthy little girl.*

My hips jerked. My fingers curled harder, finding that swollen spot inside me and rubbing in tight, desperate circles. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. I was already close—had been edging myself for twenty minutes, drawing it out, making it worse on purpose.

“Fuck… Daddy…” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Soft. Broken. “Please…”

I pushed a third finger inside myself and bit down on my bottom lip, thighs trembling. In the fantasy Dominic was on top of me now, one hand around my throat, the other guiding his cock so the thick head dragged through my folds, teasing, refusing to push in. I could hear him—deep, controlled, almost gentle.

*Beg for it properly, Lila. Use my name.*

“Dominic—” I moaned, louder this time, head tipping back against the pillow. “Dominic, please, I need—”

The door slammed open.

“Lila, I swear to God if you’re still—”

Maya’s voice cut off like someone had slapped her.

My eyes flew open.  

My fingers were still buried in the knuckle inside my cunt. My tank top was rucked up, nipples hard and pink, legs spread wide. The wet sound of my own hand was suddenly the loudest thing in the room.

Maya stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still on the doorknob, mouth open.

For three full seconds neither of us moved.

Then her face twisted.

“WTF?!”

The word exploded out of her, high and sharp and horrified.

I yanked my hand free so fast it made a soft, filthy sound. I scrambled upright, yanking the tank top down, grabbing the nearest pillow and slamming it over my lap like that could erase what she had just seen. My cheeks were burning. My fingers were still shiny and wet.

“Maya— Jesus, knock—”

“I *did* knock!” Her voice cracked. She stepped fully into the room and kicked the door shut behind her without looking away. “You didn’t answer so I thought you were asleep or dead or something, not— not *that*!”

My heart was slamming against my ribs. I could still feel the empty ache between my legs, the throb of how close I’d been. The name I’d been moaning felt like it was still hanging in the air between us.

Maya’s eyes dropped to my shiny fingers, then back up to my face. Something ugly and shocked flickered across her expression.

“Were you just… were you saying a name?”

My stomach dropped.

Her voice went quieter. Dangerous. “Lila. What the fuck did I just hear?”

Silence stretched. Thick. Ugly.

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

Maya took another step closer, eyes narrowing.

“Say it again.”

My throat worked. I could still taste Dominic’s name on my tongue.

Her next words came out almost soft.

“Was that… my dad’s name?”