His and No one else's

KIMBERLY

I am a whore panting for both father and son…

I am a whore, I am a whore…

“Are you listening to me, Kim” Azeena’s voice interrupted my self-punishment.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I asked her

She groaned and collapsed face down on the bed. I wasn’t being a very good friend and guest but if only she knew what I had done with myself in her restroom and how I had touched myself while imagining fucking her father and brother, she would throw me out the streets and never speak to me in her life.

“How is your mother?” she asked

“What about my mother?” I asked

“Is she getting any better? You told me she was ill and I know that is the reason you are being so absent minded”

“You are right” I muttered, realizing the lie I had told.

“We could just stay and watch some movies until we both get hungry” Zeena suggested

“No, I do not want to ruin your fun, we should go out like we had agreed upon” I told her

She smiled at me before getting up and pulling up her jeans. I was already dressed and just watched as she changed from shirt to shirt until she finally settled on a pink one that complimented her skin tone.

“I should inform my father we are stepping out. He isn’t supposed to be here and I wonder why he decided to work from home today” She commented.

I followed her downstairs and into the living room where Mr Farouq sat with his legs splayed apart and a glass of red liquid in one hand.

He cast his first look towards me, his eyes narrowing on the skirt I had worn which was kind of revealing before he turned to his daughter, his eyes lightening up to portray fatherly love.

It was a wonder how he could both be a father and then the devilish lover he was all at once and almost in the same time span; I was intrigued by him and it wasn’t in a fatherly way.

I swallowed the lump that had settled itself so uncomfortably in my chest; this definitely had to be a case of me being a horny adult and in need of an active sex life if I was so enamored by a person such as him.

“Kimberly is going with you, I take it?” He asked.

The mention of my name brought me out of thoughts about sex

“Yes, she is” Azeena answered

“That is too bad, I wanted this to be a surprise but I need Kimberly’s help to plan your birthday coming up next week and I was hoping to run some things by her” Asif… Mr Farouq said

Azeena squealed in pleasure and then turned to a shocked me with pleading eyes. She was asking me to stay back in the same proximity as her father so I could plan her birthday with him

“No, Zee… remember shopping?” I said, my voice rising an octave and my eyes darting to his smug face

“I know but you are going to be here for the weekend and this is my father’s only free time. Please Kim, I would really love if you help me do this” She pleaded, her eyes going round like saucers

“Fine” I snapped.

Azeena squealed and then dashed to give her father a hug which he returned with a smile on his face while I glared at him from behind her.

 He winked in my direction and then released her making sure one of the security men went shopping with her.

Soon it was just him and I in the living room staring at each other from the farthest part in the wide room. He rose to his feet and I took a step back which did not go unnoticed by him

“Follow me” He said, turning and walking away without looking back to make sure I followed but I did, with my heart pounding furiously in chest.

We passed the hallway and into a very dark room. I began squinting to get my eyes accustomed to the dark but that wasn’t necessary because he drew the curtains apart to allow light seep into the room.

“Come closer” He said, his voice taking on another tone

One I could not begin to decipher, it held threats of bodily harm if I did not do as he instructed.

I walked meekly until I was standing in front of him with my head down; I did not want to look at his face and into that eyes which could drown me. He waited silently until I could hardly bear the silence and glanced up at his face which proved to be my undoing.

He looked like a tiger, the same tiger he had been when he had told me he was going to have me

Was it today? I thought as my legs tingled in anticipation

You are not supposed to be anticipating this, my head screamed at me but my body was too far gone to heed that instruction.

“You are absolutely beautiful, qatah saghira” He said, bringing a hand up to caress my face

“What does that mean?” I said softly, as I allowed him touch me

“It means kitten, Kimberly” He replied, smiling when I glared at him

“Your son called me that” I blurted

I did not know why I had said that or what I was doing with him

“I am sure he did but I have to establish the fact that you are mine, Kimberly and no one else’s” He said in that commanding tone again.

“What?” I asked

I was barely listening to him, the movement of those lips were distracting and that vein in his head ticking furiously, I had not noticed it before.

“Look at me” He commanded

I did as I was told; I looked at him… the entirety of his face and the way his forehead furrowed as he watched my eyes.

The dilation of his pupils, it was like the black was spilling into the whites. The way his lips were pursued like he was trying to analyze something about my face.

“You are mine, Kimberly… is that understood?”

“Yes” I muttered, licking my dry lips.

He smiled like I had done something good and should be rewarded and then he drew me close and placed a kiss on my forehead, sealing my fate with his.