Things Won't Be The Same

ANNABEL

I crawled into my room, closing the door quickly as I slide down the door, my heart beating so fast, faster than I can ever think of.

My p*ssy was still throbbing with pain, I could recall every moment. I quickly shook my head vigorously as I tried so hard to forget about what had happened, but f*ck, it was hard to.

I had f*cked my father's best friend. Quickly I stood up and ran to the bathroom.

Maybe, having a nice shower could remove my mind away from this and maybe make me think well, better.

As the water walked its way down my body, my p*ssy walls twitched and I tightened my inner thighs, suppressing the pleasure I had encountered a few minutes ago.

"Oh my gawd, what am I going to do?"

I said, as I dragged my hands towards my p*ssy and rubbed my clit, almost pushing my head backwards at the thoughts of Daddy fingering me so aggressively.

"F*ck! F*ck, I'm not supposed to be thinking of this, of him, I have committed so much sin already. Damn the water, it isn't helping at all."

I said as I worked out from the bathroom and threw in another bathrobe while I dumped the former abominable one into the washing machine.

I crawled to my bed and all I could think about was him, Daddy... F*ck not Daddy, Damon.

My eyes fluttered lightly as it closed beyond the darkness, hoping tomorrow, things would be straightened out.

DAMON

I watched her run off from the balcony. I was shocked, no, beyond shocked. The heck, how hadn't I figured it out, how hadn't I known that she wasn't the slut I had asked to be sent to me.

She was on a f*cking bathing robe and heck, a slut wouldn't wear a robe to come see me rather something more sexier and appealing.

My c*ck was harder than before, triggered by the turn of events and what had just occurred.

It was so f*cking hard and I knew I had to quickly go and jerk off to feel so much better. Quickly, I walked towards my room, my balcony was a part of my room and it dawned on me, how had she walked right into my chambers without having no idea where she was.

The thought of her confused face and her disoriented state as I had fingered her sent my hands flying to my d*ck as I began to stroke myself.

I knew I wouldn't feel better if I don't calm down this rage on and the only person who my c*ck needs right now was Annabel, my best friend's daughter. I knew I should be feeling guilty that I just extremely made out with her but f*ck it, I was going to do this the last time and that was it. Tomorrow I was going to sort out whatever happened between us.

My hands kept stroking harder and faster as I kept humping myself as I thought about her, her eyes, the way she had sucked my c*ck and almost choked on it, my fingers deep right inside her c*nt which was so f*cking hot and her face as she had cummed and called me 'Daddy'. My eyes widened and my mouth opened widely as I released tremendously.

'Daddy' the words sounded in my ears again and I knew then that I wouldn't take those words ordinarily again.

ANNABEL

The sun casted its gaze upon my room as my eyes found its way towards the ceiling. I had just woken up from sleep and thank God I didn't have any wet dreams whatsoever regarding him.

Thinking about him, what would he do, would he find me awkward or would he act as if nothing had happened between us.

I had hoped it was the better but 

"No one has ever made me felt this good, not even my ex boyfriend."

I shook my head at the thoughts, I wasn't supposed to be thinking about him rather I should bury whatsoever that happened between us deep down in memory lane.

A sound made in the door and someone walked into my room, a maid, she was with a glass of water.

As she handed them to me, I gave her a word of thanks.

"The Master is waiting for you in the dining room, He's requesting your presence."

She said, My head quickly snapped towards her.

"Master Damon needed my presence?"

I questioned but technically I was questioning myself.

Of course he does ask for me and we needed to talk and officially meet but that had happened last night. We had met in the worst case of meeting someone ever and I again felt like going down deep inside the ground.

"Okay, I will be dressed in a moment."

I responded as I watched the maid leave the room and the moment she left, I let out a long silent scream.

"WTF am I going to do. If I had watched any K-dramas that talked about a young female humping with their dad's best friend I'd go watch the summary right now and figure out how it'd helped my life."

I whispered, well.

"Act as if nothing happened."

I whispered again as I walked towards the dining table. The dining table was empty and no one was in the room, not even the sight of the maids or the "untitled" Butler whom I'm still figuring out a title to give him cos heck, who still uses a Butler now.

I started eating without any audience, well I do have to get used to this lifestyle now.

I didn't know if it was my subconscious mind, I had watched a lot of Bob Proctor videos lately but I felt this shift in the air, like someone powerful had just stepped in and I knew that familiar energy, it was so undeniably intense and enough to send my p*ssy tweaking without no warning.

I looked up at him and saw him gazing at me, for a brief second though then he said.

"Welcome to my home Annabel, I hope my servants welcomed you properly and you had a nice sound rest last night."

I didn't know if it was me being maybe quite dramatic or what but he seemed to have emphasized the last part of his words and heck, whatever he was doing was working.