IF NOT HIM

~Lilian~

I was changing too fast just in one Christmas holiday. 

But it didn't feel strange, or weird, in any horrible way.

It felt natural.

Like I had always been like this, waiting for the right time to bloom.

Slowly, I turned the shower open, and as the warm liquid cascaded down my back, my head leaned against the tiled wall, I couldn't barely hold off the thoughts of hot daddy filling my mind, and my head, and my entire existence.

When I returned from the hospital with Sonia after agreeing to that ridiculous arrangement, I had met him in the sitting room with Nikolai.

It seemed as though they were having a serious conversation from their facial expressions, but had gone silent immediately I swung the door open.

Sonia had leaped off excitedly like a playful puppy towards the pool area as soon as she got off the car.

Her spark was back, and I was glad it did because of me.

I had stood there watching her buttocks bounce up and down in the air as she went, beating myself terribly for allowing me to feel the way watching her made me feel.

I was not out of my mind, I was just starved of the one food I have been dying to ravish.

At the sitting room, I had walked past the two men without uttering even one word, and they had let me.

I thought about it.

I thought about it again, and again.

I was losing my mind, but I still wanted what I wanted.

Jhuy Swissman. A daddy so hot, the mere thought of him sent my p***y clenching from desire.

I turned off the tap.

Stepping out of the tub, I clicked the door of the bathroom open, and stepped right out, leaving my towel behind, my body wet and dripping.

Sonia had said something earlier about going grocery shopping for a steak party they had planned for tonight in honour of my return from the hospital.

I thought it was very weird, and unnecessary, but who was I to call the bars here?

Well, I had the room to myself for the next hour or two, and I was glad.

I was standing in front of the huge full length mirror at the corner of the room now. N***d. Wet. Unhinged.

I stared back at the image the mirror returned, and I thought about all the ways hot daddy could leave his traces on this body that was already his to own.

My hair, a short bob that looked shorter from just having been washed, glistened in the light.

With my left hand, I grabbed some of them. Pulling them to the back, my head following willingly, I imagined it was hot daddy's big palms grabbing my hair to ravage my neck openly.

I sucked on my breath for a while, before letting go.

Tracing my fingers slowly across my face, through my neck, down to the dip between my br***ts, my eyes lingered on them.

With my hands, I cupped them lightly.

They were bigger, fuller than the last time I had checked, which was several months ago.

I was glad.

I grabbed them even tighter, angling my face downwards, to be able to bury it in their enormous swell.

It felt incredibly good.

I went ahead to imagine it was hot daddy face buried in my bosom, his forehead kneading over it with dedication afterwards, and his breath burning against my skin as he did so.

He was going to take one of my ni****s, wedging it securely between his moist plump lips, while kneading the other ni***e red with his wrist.

He was going to fumble my ni***e with his lips until I became impatient, then, I would push his head to allow it to plop fully into his mouth finally.

He is going to let out a deep sigh of satisfaction between soft moans, before teasing it with his tongue, his eyes fixed on mine for a reaction.

I pulled my head away, and returned my gaze to the mirror.

Slowly letting my br****s fall to my chest, my lips curled into a shy smile from how perfect they would look falling like that against hot daddy's face.

I moved, sliding my hands down to my waist line, then slowly tracing my fingers across my thigh.

I watched my fingers from the mirror.

They were still against my skin.

I chuckled for no reason.

Slowly, deliberately, afraid, I pinched the lips of my p***y. No pain.

Confident, I went down on them, drawing long lazy lines against its walls.

I stared at my eyes in the mirror. It was blank of any emotion. Calm. Innocent.

I went down harder, massaging the walls with the tip of my fingers.

I stared back at my eyes in the mirror. It looked suspicious. Like it was hiding something.

I imagined hot daddy was in front of me.

I imagined my fingers to be his.

I stroked harder. And harder, pinching at intervals and allowing soft moans escape my throat in response.

My feet were stable against the floor, my body was still, until it wasn't.

I stared back at the pair of eyes that looked from the mirror. It was wild. Gone. Hungry.

I flipped my eyes shut, and allowed myself get lost in the image I had conjured in my head.

I kept stroking, my p***y squelching against the silence of the empty room.

"C'mon!" I squeaked.

"Harder!"

Releasing my hand momentarily from under me, I spanked my a** loudly, and cried out from the pleasure of thinking it could actually have been hot daddy.

"Yesss!" I moaned under my breath.

Returning my now slippery fingers to the walls of my p***y, teasing them harder, squeezing, pressing, feeding my illusion.

"Catch you if I can?" I chuckled, almost out of breath.

"Not at all, daddy! You will be the one to yearn until you can no longer." 

"Then, you will beg on your knees...aaaaargh!" I screamed, my legs a whimpering mess against the floor.

I leaned on the mirror for support, taking my face completely out of view.

"You'll beg on your knees until I say yes_" I managed to complete, my voice gone behind my heavy breathing.