DO YOU SEE ME?

~Lilian~

Sitting that dinner table with everybody after the incident at the pool felt like a nightmare.

By my side was Sonia, glaring at me with concern heavy against her eyelids.

Opposite of me was hot Daddy, focused on his food like I did not just fall from him back into the damn pool, and almost drowned.

I ignored the voices inside my head, and tried to focus on the food.

Family gathering.

Beautiful lights.

Golden plates and cutleries.

Expensive pasta, rich taste, delicious aroma, it was perfect.

I wished nobody would bring up the pool incident.

I just wanted to eat quietly and go upstairs, shower and bury myself in the thick sheets, away from all the questions that might follow regarding the fall.

"Do you still need to see the doctor," someone's voice crashed hard against the silence.

It was Sonia, but for some reason it took me a while to understand what she was talking about.

"No, Not now," I mumbled under my breath, but ended up saying "No, No. Sonia. I'm fine," with a faint chuckle.

"Are you hurt?" Mr. Nikolai asked, his fork wrapped in pasta strands, his mouth chewing lazily on another portion.

Judging from the barely touched quantity on his plate, it seemed like he had barely been eating.

"No. I'm fine," I replied truthfully, fearing they had noticed how my hands were on hot daddy's ni***es when we got off the pool.

Mr. Nikolai's eyes lingered on me for a while, then he cleared his throat.

"What is the plan for Christmas?"

I turned to Sonia.

Her eyes stalled on mine before getting drawn away by the sudden mention of Christmas.

I smirked, but as I returned my gaze to my plate, it paused on him.

And I thought I could do something.

Something crazy.

Or maybe not...

Before I could stop myself, I had my legs reaching for his groin from under the table.

His chair seemed kind of far, so smoothly, without any cause for suspicion, I dragged my own seat closer to the table.

I don't know if he did it unintentionally, or he actually wanted what I was offering.

Our seats were the closest it could be to the table now, and my outstretched legs could now rest on the space between his thighs.

"Dad, have you considered allowing me to get the tattoo I wanted? I don't want anything else," Sonia cried, her attention entirely off me now.

Of course no one knew what had been happening under the table.

And strangely, hot daddy was complying.

Initially, I was mad about how he had behaved at the pool.

I mean, I thought I was pissed at him, but it turned out it has even made me want him more.

"No. No tattoos." 

Mr. Nikolai's voice sounded distant.

Hot daddy had grabbed my leg, and pressed the sole of my feet against the hot mass between his legs.

I froze, clutching onto it tight but carefully with my toes.

His grip on me was firm, commanding, it messed with my senses.

I looked up at him from my plate, he was still eating.

Quietly. 

Slowly.

"Do you like the food?" 

I heard Mr. Nikolai's voice again. This time, it was like a breeze of words.

"Yes!"

I watched hot daddy say his first word since dinner started, but there was something else.

His grip on my leg tightened at the same time the response left his lips.

It sent crazy waves up my skull.

I tried tugging my leg free from his grip, just to make sure it was truly him grabbing me, and not my thoughts running wild again.

A hiccup escaped my throat, and I covered my mouth.

I tried to feel his mass with my toes. It was huge, blown, big, thick...oh my fu***ng God!

I tipped my foot more, to cover the top of the mass, and...maybe, try to measure which is bigger.

I could swear his c**k was way above my entire feet.

I swallowed, my p***y tingling with excitement.

Next, he grabbed my feet, and massaged it against himself.

I felt a trickle of cold fluid deposit in my pants.

I gasped for air, struggling to catch my breath, but because I could not let anyone on the table suspect anything, I tried to hold it all in, causing my eyes to redden and water.

I need to touch myself.

I had both hands on the table, but I needed to touch myself.

I was dripping.

It was on fire.

Hot daddy's grip on my hand tightened, and it sent my thoughts spiralling all over the place.

He continued to rub himself with my leg, gasping softly at intervals, and grabbing the glass of water beside his plate to gulp down each time.

I was consumed whole by the thought that I might already have managed to grab his curiosity.

Indistinct chatters.

I looked at him again. He was calm. He had started to eat his food again, even laughing at something either Sonia or Nikolai had said.

I tried to remain in touch with my environment, but it was just impossible.

My body jerked forward from my seat the moment hot daddy slipped my leg into his trousers.

I regretted it the moment it happened, because he immediately let go of me, leaving me to handle the embarrassment of having to answer the pairs of eyes staring at me from across the table.

"I almost choked on my food," was the lame answer that escaped my throat.

"I think we should get some rest now," Mr

 Nikolai said, and I was the first person to stand up, and head upstairs.

"I have to go check up on her," I heard Sonia whisper from behind me.

I headed straight to the room, grabbed a note and a pen before heading to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, I flipped the lock close, and began to scribble on the note.

Hot daddy had written to me twice now, I was going to drop him a note too.

"I'm fine. I just need to use the restroom, and it was embarrassing to say that at the dinner table," I screamed impatiently at Sonia when she knocked on the bathroom door.

She said something I didn't quite catch before walking away.

"This would do," I thought as I looked up at the paper.