A Kink

KIMBERLY

The man was an egoistic prick and totally disrespectful, I fumed as I sat straight in my chair.

 The party was over but Azeena had invited me to stay for dinner and I did not refuse.

 I wasn’t going to give her father the satisfaction of bolting back home just because he had decided to be some pervert.

I sat beside Hassan while Arthur sat beside Azeena and it still wasn’t far enough from the overbearing presence of Asif.

It is Mr Farouq to you, Kimberly, I thought to myself as we all waited for the meal to be properly arranged.

“Kimberly, I hear that you are in the same class as my

Zee” Mr Farouq said.

“Yes I am, Mr Farouq” I said firmly.

He quirked an eyebrow up at the non-use of his name but said nothing, merely smirked like he considered me a little child and could not be bothered with me.

I remained calm while all I wanted to do was smack him across the face for even trying to seduce his daughter’s friend. It seemed like a habit for him but it wasn’t something I could inform Azeena right away, I had to figure out some way to tell her about it.

I was saved from further questions by the arrival of our meals and I watched as Asif… Mr Farouq bent his head and said some quick words in Arabic while Hassan and Azeena muttered something with him.

I was lost and so I said nothing until they finally picked up their spoons which told me it was time to begin eating.

I moaned as the delicious taste of the food hit my tongue, it was amazing and my taste buds were simply rejoicing at being graced with such exquisite taste.

“What is this?” I blurted as I took another spoon

“It is…”

“You are having what is known as the hummus bi-t-tahina and it is one of our delicacies made with mashed chicken peas blended with tahini, lemon juice, and garlic” Mr Farouq interrupted.

“It tastes absolutely incredible” I responded, staring up at him in wonder as I relished the awesome taste in my mouth.

“It does but you should consume so much and it should be eaten slowly so you can properly savor the taste… like this” He said and then picked up a spoon while I watched and scooped some of the chicken pie or whatever he called it.

He raised dark eyes up to my face and slowly cut bit and pieces out of his spoon, licking his lips as he did so.

It reminded me of someone… his son had done the same thing with the food at the cafeteria and I wondered if this was something they taught the men in their family to do.

“Dad! Stop teasing my friend” Azeena snapped, breaking off the connection… the spell he had cast upon me.

I heard him laugh, ever so richly as he placated his daughter while I grabbed my spoon and fed my mouth until it was full.

I was blushing so furiously and knew that if I looked up, I would probably die of embarrassment and lust.

There I had said it!

I was lusting after a man old enough to be my father and I felt no remorse, maybe a little sadness that he was the father of my best friend but other than that it was pure wanton lust.

I hadn’t seen a man I wanted more than I wanted the man at the head of the table right now and beside him Arthur who sat quietly beside Azeena and Hassan who I noticed was glaring furiously in my direction seemed insignificant.

It was late before we concluded dinner and Azeena insisted on dropping me off at my house with the limousine that had brought us.

“I will do it” Hassan said from behind me.

“Hell no… see your own friend off” Zeena snarled

“Azeena, Let your brother do the seeing off and he can use the SUV instead.”

Zeena huffed but she was powerless against her father’s decision and so I reassured her that I was going to be okay and bid her goodnight while Hassan went ahead to start up the car.

 I had no idea Mr Farouq was following closely behind me until I heard his voice, so close… so provocative.

I yelped and turned around, my eyes darting behind him to see if Zeena was anywhere in sight, she wasn’t.

“What?” I asked, trying to get out the door.

He was so close and affecting both my thinking and breathing facilities

“I said it was a pleasure to meet you, Kimberly” He muttered, stretching out his hand.

The hands I had imagined one thousand times at dinner choking me as he made me call him Asif or even…

What the fuck was I doing?

I took a deep breath and met his hand with my own, electricity shooting up my arm as he closed his hand around mine. My breath hitched in my throat and the word heat took on a whole new different meaning inside my body.

“Stop it” I snapped at him.

He eyed me like a tiger would eye his prey right before pouncing and devouring it.

“You are beautiful when you blush like that and I mean to have you, Kimberly… soon” He said softly.

My eyes widened in shock as I stared up at him and then he smiled… like the devil before closing the door in my face.

I walked slowly to where Hassan stood waiting for me, trying to regulate my breathing and illicit thoughts about his father

“What did he say to you?” He asked as we slid into the car

“What?” I asked although I already knew what he was talking about

“What did my father say to you?” He asked again, glancing at me with hooded and almost violent eyes

“Nothing, he only thanked me for coming” I said.

I was lying and I was shaking and I really hoped he did not notice this because I did not want to have to tell anyone what he had said to me and how I had reacted like some whore.

“You shouldn’t trust him. He does this a lot and I do not know many girls who can resist my father’s charm. That is his kink, you know… little girls like you” Hassan said with a scowl on his face.

I said nothing; there was nothing for me to say.