Drip for me #3

His words felt more like a threat than concern. It sounded like he was telling me something… but I wasn't understanding it. My pulse raced, heat spread through me again, fear and want twisting together. I didn’t know what “especially tonight” meant, but it sounded deliberate and inevitable.

After what I did, this was not the time to provoke him. I forced myself to pick up the spoon, scooped rice and stew. Spoon after spoon… every bite felt watched and inspected.

His arm rested close to mine on the table and his knee brushed my leg once under the table, accidental or not, sending a jolt up my thigh. I pressed my legs together tighter, tried to focus on the food and on breathing normally

Mom talked about the hospital to both of us as she always does. I nodded absentmindedly and mumbled small answers.

At a point, they both entered another line of conversation and I was grateful because I didn't need to give absentminded answers anymore

After dinner my mom went into her room to get ready for work. I stayed in the kitchen doing the dishes, trying to keep my hands busy so my mind wouldn’t run back to Leo. The clink of plates and the rush of water filled the small space, but it didn’t drown out the sound of the TV in the living room

Leo didn’t leave like I hoped he would after dinner. He sat on the couch and made himself comfortable like any other evening when he came over to chat with Mom and I.

Only that tonight felt different. I wanted him gone before Mom finished and left the house. I wanted the door to close the door behind him so that I could breathe without feeling his presence

After finishing the last dishes, I turned off the tap and dried my hands on a towel. I wanted to go to my room. Maybe he would leave when Mom stepped out. Or maybe he would get bored of the TV and go home on his own

I quietly walked through the living room and kept my eyes straight. His gaze followed my every move. I could feel the heat on my skin but he said nothing until I disappeared into my room and closed the door behind me

A long breath of relief I didn't know I was holding left my lungs. I collapsed against the door as my heart was still racing.Hopefully he would leave soon

I walked to my small wardrobe, opened the door and pulled out my black silky nighties — the short singlet top and matching shorts. I hated sleeping with panties on, they always twisted or got stuck in my pussy making me uncomfortable, so I slipped off the panties I had put on after the shower and let it drop to the floor

I pulled the silky set over my head and hips, the fabric sliding smooth, clinging just perfectly to my breasts and ass. I climbed onto my bed, pulled the thin sheet over my legs and lay on my back staring at the ceiling in the dark… waiting for sleep to come

I don't know how long I lay there for sleep to come and I don't know how long I slept… but when I opened my eyes to the sound of my door closing, I didn't expect to see Leo's huge and dark form standing there

I sat up fast, my dark hair falling scattered around my face. The silky top shifted, one strap slipping off my shoulder

The room was so dark I couldn’t see his face clearly, just the outline of his shoulders, the way he filled the doorway.

My heart slammed against my ribs. What was he doing here? How did he get in? Mom must have left for work already

Getting frustrated about his silence the whole even and even now, I buried my hand in my hair and brushed it back roughly

“What are you doing in my room?” No answer. His shape stayed still. “Has my mom left?” Again nothing. The silence pressed on me, made my skin prickle. “If you have something you want to say to me, go ahead. You want to scold me? Or hate me? Just do it and stop with the silence”

He took a few steps forward and stopped at the foot of my bed. I could now make out some features on his face even in the darkness… his sharp jawline, his lips… oh those lips I had stared at so many times, imagined them on my neck, my breasts, lower. My breath caught

“You sinned” he said quietly, voice low but thick with something else

My heart thumped hard in my chest. He was surely here to criticize, scold, and to tell me how wrong I was, how disgusting I have acted. I braced myself, pulled the sheet higher over my chest

“But I’m about to sin even a greater sin… or maybe less since you started it” he breathed, still standing straight, not moving closer, not sitting, just watching me from above

I was confused. What did that mean? Sin greater? Less? I stared up at him, eyes wide in the dark, trying to read his face. He didn’t explain. He just stood there calm and controlled

“Come here” he commanded

The words hit me low in the belly. How was it possible that one order, spoken like that, could make heat pool between my thighs? Or was I just that desperate for him? I clenched my thighs together under the sheet, felt the silky shorts shift against my bare skin.

“Huh?”

“I don’t want to repeat myself” he said, voice dropping lower and dangerous, edged with warning

“I don’t want to. I have no idea what you intend to do” I said in a small voice, trying to sound brave but failing

“Oh you don’t?” His tone turned stern, hoarse at the edges “Need I remind you what you did a few hours ago on my bed?”

Heat rushed to my face, burning my cheeks. I bowed my head, hair falling forward to hide my eyes “Then go ahead and scold me if that is what you are here for”

He stayed silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke again. “Of course there will be scolding and punishment if your answers to the questions I’m about to ask turns out to be yes”

I looked up at him. He was full of composure and there is this aura that exudes from him. He was the definition of calmness

“Have you done that to someone else?” he asked

What? Done what? I blinked, confused

“Have you ever fingered yourself in another man’s bed? And have you let any other man touch or fuck your pussy?”