Baiting My Step Father

Esmeralda's POV 

Mr Rick didn't say another word as he hauled me toward the stairs. His hand was tightly wrapped around the bottom of my ass like a vine. I mean I was still so fragile does he have to treat me with so much hate. My body rested on his musculer shoulder, I felt like a frail leaf in a storm as he climbed the steps, his boots thumping against the heavy wood.

We finally got to the front of his room door and he kicked the door open. Couldn't believe he actually meant it when he said we would sleep together. Isn't this suppose to be wrong? But honestly I loved whatever was going on. He threw me on top of his bed with a violent force.

"Stay here!" he barked. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made my scales prickle. He walked back to the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the yellow light from the hall. "Don't you dare come out from this room hybrid. Can't even stand you anymore, you are just so... ugly."

He slammed the door shut with a violent bang. Leaving me alone in the very quiet room. I got up and sat at the edge of the king-sized bed. I pressed on the soft sofa, recalling the memory of my mum and Rick grinding on each other on this same bed. The room smelled like Annabelle's sweet, floral perfume, but beneath that, there was a deeper, sharper scent. It was him. It was Rick. I whimpered in little excitement, deep down I would love to have been on this same bed last night.

I walked over to the full length mirror and was welcomed by my daunting reflection. Just because of this hideous look that was why Mr Rick wouldn't even consider me. That was why he hated me. I wished I looked entirely human. 

Hot, heavy tears gathered in my golden eyes. I touched the sapphire blue scales on my arm, feeling the hard, cool texture. If I was hated by my mum's husband, how would other humans treat me then? I thought to myself. Maybe it was a good thing mum was hiding me from the rest of the world. And also I didn't mind staying here as long as I am with Mr Rick and my lovely mum.

I reached out for the phone mum had given me. I needed to see more amazing stuff but honestly it was disgusting but I loved it. I typed in more words, my mind racing.....Sex with my step father. Honestly it was a twisted feeling going on in my mind right now, do I want him as a father or I just wanted me to do the things I had seen in videos to me.

My screen was flooded with videos. Humans called it taboo but were still practicing it. I saw a post filled with so many rules about who could love whom and whose eyes were allowed to wander. Honestly I didn't care if it was a taboo or sin. I wasn't human entirely, so I was not binded to this rule. Beside after making me look hideous the least my mum could do for me was to give me her husband right. I know I lacked morals, but don't forget I am not like everyone, I am special.

Suddenly a thought dropped in my mind. It was a dark, wild thought that made my heart race. But it would be so worth it.

I reached for my silk gown and pulled. The soft fabric, which felt like needles fo my skin dropped to the floor in a soft thud. I stood completely naked in the center of the bedroom. My sapphire scales were awaken and they moved and shine a dull, nervous light.

I recalled the way Mr Rick eyes danced around me in the pool. His eyes were full of hate, but just maybe if he sees my body close enough to him. He would finally accept me. 

I climbed onto the bed, my mum's bed. It was my turn to let out some crazy moans like my mum did. I lay down across the silk sheets, my long black hair spreading like ink. I felt like a damn sacrifice waiting on the altar to be claimed by my God.

Minutes passed. And finally I heard boots clicking on the hallway. It was a distant hum, every step made my heart run a wild race. I hoped I wouldn't die of a high blood pressure like humans would. Then, finally, I heard the sound that made my breath catch in my throat.

CLICK! CLACK!

It was the turn of the key. The heavy click of the lock.

The door slowly swung open. Rick walked in, his chest now naked and his jaw set in a hard line. I had been waiting for him for minutes now, I guessed he was in a hurry to see me and tell me how much he despised my own existence. Little does he know I was about to change his mind about me. But as he stepped into the room, the words in his throat died.

He froze.

His eyes went wide, his light brown pupils dilating until they were almost black. His gaze traveled slowly, painfully slowly over my naked body.

His eyes scanned through my pale breast and the shimmering blue scales on my hips. I tried not to move, I kept my golden eyes fixed on his. Trying to be a lot more confident like the girls I had seen in those videos.

The air in the room suddenly felt thick. It was so hot and hard for me to even breathe. Rick's hand gripped the door knob tightly. His face twisted and unreadable. I honestly couldn't tell if he was engulfed in anger, or he was burning with a terrifying hunger.

SLAM!

He slammed the door shut. The sound was so loud, it made me actually flinch. My bold confident look was finally crumbled by it. He gave a warm smile but sadly I could see the smile didn't reach his eyes. I felt a sudden splash of cold fear crawling in my skin.

He didn't say a word. He took a step closer to the bed and then another. He stopped, his eyes still fixed on me, burning dark with an intensity I had never seen before.

Slowly, his hand reached to his waist. With a sudden, violent jerk, he unbuckled his brown leather belt. The metal buckle gave a sharp sound loud enough to frighten me as it came undone.

With one just aggressive pull he removed his belt from his trouser loops. As the leather came free, his trouser loosened, sliding down slightly to reveal the waistband of his tight white boxers. He didn't seem to care about how I was staring. He doubled the leather strap over in his hand, his knuckles white.

WHACK!

He lashed the belt against the edge of the bed. The sound echoed like a gunshot, the leather struck the mattress just inches from my hips. I jolted, my body already trembling like a fish who just got out of water. This was definitely not what I thought would have played out between us.

"Don't you dare move," he growled. His voice was not longer just a rumble, it was a threat.