7: Stuck

“Kate?” 

How the hell am I suppose to answer my boyfriend with my pussy quivering and leaking for another man- hid fucking father!

Naked, I jerk to his voice and step thumping down the hall, just a few steps away. My mind is thrown into a state of frenzy. I freeze, in absolute shock, with thick sweat breaking out on me. 

Before I can say Jack, Mr. Alistair jumps out of bed and bolts for the door, naked like myself, with his flaccid monster cock hanging down his legs. At first, I thought he was going to the closet or bathroom… But when he grabs the knob, I break into tears. 

I hate James but I still love him. 

Oh, god.

Oddly, the door clicks shut just in time as James pulls the knob from outside. He struggles to open the door again and starts grumbling.

“Babe? What's this attitude for?” He tries again and again. 

Mr. Alistair comes to me in my confused state, holds my wrist, and gently helps me down the bed. My lazy frame pegs to his body, rubbing my nude and sweaty body on his. I'm shaking, scared, but somehow he isn't showing any sign of fear that he’s about to be caught in an anomalous act. 

He guides me gently, ignoring the grumpy James outside the door. Somehow, I feel safe. Like the ‘No harm will come to you’ safe. And god, it's the right shade of wrong. He increases the volume of the song and shuts the bathroom door when we get in. 

“I think the earlier we turn ourselves in, beg for forgiveness, the better.” My lips are trembling, with my knuckles slowly turning pale. 

“Hey,” he hugs me tighter, grabbing my ass and steadying me to himself. He rocks, stroking his body over mine… his cock on my belly. “Relax, Catty.” 

I try to, but the fact that I see him as a safe haven baffles me. I break into a sob and lay my head on his fine chest. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he caresses my jaw and muzzles my hair. 

“Use your feminine energy, love.” He murmurs in my ear. “He’s spent so much time with the boys…”

“But it's okay.” 

I look up, crying. I see him make a little frown, jaws clenched like he’s pissed off. When he returns his gaze, his eyes aren't seductive, but cool, soothing.

“Catty,” he cups my chin. “It's not.” His tone is flat. “Really, be mad at him.” 

I nod like a moron, hitting my face to his chest. “Okay.” 

“Good girl.” He steals a kiss. 

“How about you?” 

He shrugs. “I went for a stroll… don't worry about me. Been a gangster for way too long.” He grins. “Don’t open the door until I tell you to.” 

Again, I nod.

“Kate, open the fucking door!” James yells from the other side and starts to bang it with his fist. 

Mr. Alistair cups my chin, gaining my attention with just a subtle touch. “Pump his cologne and the air freshener.” He chuckles. “You’d want to clean the mess in your face and change the sheets as well, you dripped like a fucking screwed berry, my dripping doll.” He spanks my ass, slapping my breasts to him body as I jerk. 

Walking out with light chuckles, I just watch him. How is he making silly jokes in such a dire moment?… And how is my body still reacting to him?

I look away, hiding the blush. One hand goes to my neck to itch, hoping the quench the heat his words stir within. The spot he spanked still hurts, arousing dirty thoughts. I walk back into the room, clapping my thighs so he doesn't see me leaking. 

James bangs. “You don't want dad to see we’re a shitty couple, do you?” 

My jaws drop, scared he’s about ruining things. My eyes roll to see Mr. Alistair who just smirks. I rush to the door, stammering. 

“You… You stayed out so late.”

I perch on the side and stammer like a moron.

“I told you, damn it!” He slams harder, making me jolt in fear.

My throat is suddenly dry. “I know… but staying up so late already puts us in a bad light…”

“And locking me up is better?!” He scowls. “I'm not doing this with your fat ass!” He bangs. “When I go downstairs and return, I’m pulling down the door!”

He barks and thashes something by the door before walking away. I break down from the thought of so many things. The pending breakup, his inheritance on the line… him bodyshaming me before the only man I’ve felt comfortable with. 

Nasty thoughts take flight in my head. ‘What if he sees James is right? Does he think the same and is just making fun of me?’ 

Arms wide, he beckons. “Come to daddy.” 

I don't hesitate, don't fight it, as I run into his arms, settling on him like a toddler in need of candy.” I throw my arms around him, latching onto him like he’s my lifeline. “Do you think I’m ugly?” I sob against his neck.

In deafening silence, he strokes up and down my back, the tip of his finger grazes my spine. “Fat isn't synonymous with ugly, love.” He slips his hand along my chubby cheek and makes me stare into his lustful eyes. “When you make sinning good even though I could lose my son whom I love so much, then you're the best kind of perfect, Catty Drew.” 

Again, I melt like wax onto his frame, finding comfort in the most forbidden place. 

“And as for James,” he murmurs and resumes stroking my back. “I’m cutting him off my property.” 

I jump like a squirrel, big eyes poke out of their sockets. My hands roam all over him, in plea, confusion. 

“No. You can't do that.” I’m freaking out. 

He scoffs. “I just did, love.” Then his hands grab my ass, spreading open the bum cheeks like he’s about to spread butter on my asshole. “Now come over and squirt for daddy one more time.”