Daddy's Babygirl

Isabella was only 16 when her father died. She was a mess. She wouldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep. In short, she couldn’t do anything, she could only think of her father and nothing else. Her life was completely upside down by the sudden dismissal of her father. 

After that, life became difficult for her and her mother, Saanchi. She was having a hard time handling Isabella and her job, so she decided to send her daughter off to a boarding school, thinking she would be happy being with people of her age and it would help her to overcome the loss. 

Things were going well until Isabella’s 17th birthday when she got the news of her mother getting married to Oliver Taylor. 

Oliver Taylor, her new stepfather. 

Supposedly they were happily in love. Isabella had to control the urge to crush the person beside her mother every time she saw them together. But she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for her mother’s new husband. 

He was fucking hot!

Isabella never thought in her entire life that she would see a man sexier than him. There was no competition to the boy she met till date and the boys of her school. Oliver Taylor was irresistibly attractive and sexy. She was ready to literally fuck the sin, if it was him, even though she sounded like a horrible person. 

The only communication that ever happened between them was them saying hi to each other and nothing else. Because she had nothing else to tell him. Of course, Oliver tried to initiate a conversation with her, thinking of Saanchi. But Isabella never responded to him and she distanced herself from her mother too. 

Isabella had been in her boarding school only even during her breaks. Her high school ended and she wanted to join any part time job before starting college. But Saanchi literally begged and pleaded to her to come home for this vacation, so she eventually had to give in.  

Isabella was packing her belongings when her roommate, Alice, showed up. 

“Hey, Bella! Whassup?” She almost jumped on Isabella’s bed. 

“Nothing much. Just packing things up.”

“Where are you shifting by the way? And what about your part time job?” 

She chuckled sarcastically in answer. “Fuck all that. I’m moving to California.”

“To your mother?” Alice raised her eyebrows, knowing it was never a part of Isabella’s plan.

“Yes, babes! So, I guess I'll be spending the vacation with my mother and my stepdad.”

“But why, Bella? I mean….”

“I know what you want to ask, Lish. Oliver Taylor, my stepfather, has offered to pay the college fees I want to attend. Full tuition and housing if needed.”

“You agreed?” 

Isabella nodded. “I agreed, so I wouldn't have to deal with my mom after this vacation, Lish. Things are already awkward between Oliver and me. It’s not that I hate him but I can’t accept him either. I only wish to stay far away from both of them and nothing else.” 

“So, what do you plan?” 

“I want to be a writer, so I'm getting my degree for it.”

“I’ll miss you, Bella.” Alice hugged Isabella.

“I’ll miss you too, Lish.” 

TWO   DAYS   LATER

Isabella stepped down from the car which was sent to pick her up from the airport. Her mother was standing at the entrance, wearing a beautiful green long dress and her blonde hair was styled perfectly. 

She gulped and her eyes moved to the person standing beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Her eyes slowly traced that person, he was wearing a black suit that hugged around his perfect frame which gave her a hint that this person worked out a lot. His appearance forced her to gulp. 

Saanchi walked forward and took Isabella in a hug. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, mom.” She replied plainly with a forced smile. 

They started walking toward this incredibly handsome man and Isabella’s heart started beating rapidly.

“Darling, this is my daughter, Bella. Though you both spoke on calls, it’s the first time you’re seeing each other face to face.” 

Saanchi introduced me to him and she held her shaky hand out for him to grab. “Hi!”

“Hello. I’m Oliver.” He skimmed his finger over my hand before shaking it, causing her to inhale and exhale deeply while squeezing her legs shut.

“Control, Isabella! He is your mom’s husband!” She reminded herself, cursing mentally. 

Isabella didn't notice that she was still holding his hand. He gave her a weird look before she yanked her hand away from his.

“Let’s go inside.” Saanchi spoke up, making the air lightened around them. 

Saanchi tried to speak to Isabella but she clearly didn’t show any interest in carrying the conversation forward. She wanted to cut the meeting short, also Oliver’s presence was making her nervous. She also fumbled a few times in between which Oliver noticed and it got a smirk on his face. The effect he had on her clearly didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Mom, can you show me my room? I’m very tired. I need some rest.” Isabella sounded cold as usual. 

Though Saanchi was taken aback with her tone, yet she covered that up with a smile. “Sure. Come with me.”

They ascended the stairs and Saanchi opened the door of a room. 

“Here’s your room, honey. I’ve set everything up according to your taste. I’m sure you’ll like it. Just tell me if you need anything else. I’ll add them up.”

“Thanks, mom. But it’s enough. Can you please leave me alone now?”

Saanchi sighed. “Bella, I…”

“Mom, please… I’m in no mood to speak anything now.”

“Fine. Good night.” 

Saanchi caressed Isabella’s hair lovingly and walked out of the room. Once she left, Isabella moved around the room, hanging her clothes in the closet and folding some into the drawers. She also found a lot of new dresses, more precisely branded collections there. She knew it was her mother. 

After completing her work, Isabella freshened, then she decided to go downstairs. It was already late and the dark sky filled the house with no light at all. She walked downstairs in her shorts and tank tops with no bra inside. 

After wandering for some time, she finally managed to find the kitchen. She sighed in relief. She went directly to the refrigerator. She opened it and it had everything she wanted. 

“Thank God! They at least have the food available.” She whispered yelled, looking up at the ceiling and acting like she was talking to a God up there for real. She pulled out a big bowl of strawberries.

"Thank you, Oliver, you mean." 

A seductive husky voice tore the silent air. The sudden voice made her jump and the bowl slipped from her hands. Though it was dark, yet Isabella knew it was Oliver. She walked over to the wall and flipped on a switch, to her surprise the lights were on. She gasped softly once her gaze fell on him. Oliver was sitting at the table, shirtless with a glass of wine.

Isabella tried her best to cover up her nervousness and act bold in front of him. "You made me drop the strawberries." Then she bent down to pick them up. 

“I can’t help that you’re jumpy or clumsy I might say.” He took a sip of his drink.

She looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm in a stranger's home, the lights were off and you decided to speak in your God awful deep voice. How else were you expecting me to react?" She was thinking about how he couldn't get the point of me being scared.

“I’m your stepdad, Bella.” 

His presence was making her feel uncomfortable. She surely felt sexual desires for him and now he used his seductive tone which made things tougher for her. 

"You'll never be my stepdad." She replied while picking up the strawberries one by one and tossed them back into the bowl.

"Look at me." Oliver's deep voice came out as a harsh whisper. 

Oliver came closer to Isabella. She looked up. Oliver was standing right in front of her in just a pair of trousers that hung low, dangerously low to be more precise. Isabella was on her knees looking up at him, his dick was basically in front of her face. 

Isabella gulped down the huge knot forming in her throat. He gently came down on his knees to meet her eye level, causing her to bite her lower lip. She felt her throat drying up. 

“What are you thinking exactly, babygirl?” Oliver asked. His eyes turned darker.

She completely ignored his question and lightly traced his jawline with her fingers making him breathe heavier.

“Your jawline is so sharp, I feel it might cause a cut to my finger.” Isabella complimented, but her voice was no less than a whisper while still keeping her fingers on his jawline.

Oliver traced his hand over Isabella’s bare arms and over her chest lightly. It sent a tingling sensation across her body. A shiver ran down her spine. She closed her eyes tightly as he traced his fingers down to her stomach and her head was leaned back against his shoulder. 

It was only her fingers that touched her, still she felt a huge hunger down there at her private part, that was driving her nuts. His finger scraped the hem of her shorts where he completely stopped and she growled very lowly. Isabella opened my eyes slowly and lifted her head off his shoulder.

“Why did you stop?” Her voice came out raspy and she was still breathing heavily.

Oliver smirked in response. “It’s time for bed, babygirl.” He whispered inside her ear, making her shiver.

Then his heat was gone, he left her hot and wet. She forgot about the strawberries and headed upstairs. When she was walking past her mother and Oliver’s room, she heard their voices from inside. 

“Fuck! Harder… Oliverrr…” Her mother moaned. 

Isabella heard her scream in pure lust. “Lucky bitch!” She groaned in pure frustration and cursed something else as well under her breath. She was beyond pissed.

She stomped inside her room and slammed the door shut. Her blood was boiling in anger. She laid flat on the bed staring at the plain ceiling. Then she couldn’t help thinking of her encounter with Oliver a few minutes back. 

“At first, he turned me on and left me craving for him. Then he goes and has sex with her! I’m not going to let him touch me again or turn me on. I won't allow myself to look like a fool anymore.”