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Dahlia is my name and denial is my game.
Even now, when I sit at the high school cafeteria, surrounded by the cheerleaders and ballers crowd, staring at my salad like it tried to rape me, I can’t think about anything but my stupid step-dad.
“Don’t you think so, Dahl?” I snap out of my thoughts of self-loathing to find Jade looking at me expectantly from the other side of the table.
“Um, yeah, totally.” I have no idea what she just said. I hope she didn’t ask me if I’m into bestiality.
“You literally have no idea what I just said, do you?” She lifts one eyebrow, scanning my face, looking for clues to whatever’s going on with me. Dammit. She knows me too well.
“I just asked if you thought I could make socks with sandals look good. Good to know you think I should go for it.”
I roll my eyes, puffing a lock of blonde hair from my face. At least it’s not sheep fucking, right?
“Sorry, I’m just distracted today,” I apologize while we get up and collect our stuff. She does the same, and I swing an arm around her shoulder as we walk out of the cafeteria, and thank God, out of school. Fridays are half days for us, so we don’t have any classes after lunch.
“Yeah, I would be too if I had a daddy like Graham.” She teases again, pinching my waist. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been distracted since that night at Hot N’ Bothered.”
See? Too well. I try to play it off anyway.
“Uh, no, not all of us are as pervy as you are. See you tomorrow, slore,” I tell her as I smack her ass and head to my car.
“Later, skankapotamus.”
As I enter Graham’s house—our house, I remind myself. It’s still hard to think of this place as my own, even after three years—I notice my mom and Julio slip out the back door, giggling all the way to
the pool house, oblivious of my presence. Whether she thinks she’s being sneaky, or just doesn’t care, I have no idea. But, I can’t help but resent her for it. Graham is a hard ass, and not the easiest person to get along with, but he’s been nothing but good to us. He’s given us a roof over our heads, food on our table and I’m sure he fucks around but when he does, it’s not here on the premises.
Fooling around right under his nose, on his property, is beyond disrespectful.
I walk up the stairs and down the hall, to the best part of the house, my bedroom. If—no, when Annabelle fucks up our arrangement with Graham, it will be the one thing I miss about living here. The massive bed with all white bedding is bigger than my entire room at our old apartment. The ceilings are high, the walls a lavender pink and my closet is as big as Jade’s living room. Plus, I have my own bathroom. It’s a good thing I don’t have a fridge in here or I’d never leave.
I am glad to have an empty house, though, because the night Graham had me dance for him has given me more than enough to fill my spank bank quota for the entire year. Or century. I’ve been masturbating like crazy this week.
I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have these feelings for him. But they’re just fantasies. No harm in fantasizing, right?
That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as I lie down on my bed, flip up my navy skirt, which is a part of my school uniform, and grab the toy out of my nightstand that Jade gave me as a gag gift for my birthday last year.
Apparently, she thinks I need to get laid. She’s right to some extent, because despite my sass and bold statements, I’m sadly still a virgin. So far I don’t feel like I’ve missed out on too much. I’ve made out with boys and let them clumsily poke around with their fingers. Nothing compares to DYI though so that’s exactly what I’m sticking to nowadays—pardon the pun.
I flop on my bed, bite the corner of my lower lip and close my eyes picturing Graham’s piercing eyes and his strong hands moving over my body. I use one hand to tug my shirt and bra down and play with my puckered nipple while the other hand drags the toy through my wetness, slowly, teasingly, before pushing it inside. Mom and Julio are on the other side of the estate and there’s no way they could ever get back home before night falls; I know exactly what they’re doing at the pool house.
I’m relaxed…and hot for my new fantasy.
I can already feel my orgasm building since I’m so on edge after thinking about my step-dad all day. My back arches and my mouth falls open, eyes squeezed shut. God, I can almost smell him. That faint scent of cigars and his masculine soap almost sends me over the edge.
“Graham…” The moan slips out of my mouth without a conscious thought, but the strangled groan is what has my eyes flying open, because it’s not mine. Oh God, it’s definitely not mine.
Holy shit! Shit shit shit!
I’m not imagining his smell because he’s standing in my doorway, staring unapologetically, without saying a word. I freeze in total shock, waiting for him to say or do something, but he just gives an almost imperceptible nod, as if to tell me to continue. I stall for a few more seconds, making sure I’m not confusing his hungry look with a disapproving one.
Another tiny nod my way and he is so tall…so hot in this expensive black suit and perfectly trimmed hair, oozing power, danger and manhood.
I’m so turned on that I don’t have to be told a third time. I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a better view, and I start working my toy again. He doesn’t make a move to come near me, or even touch himself. But I see the desire in his eyes and the hard-on in his pants. Fuck, his dick. I can’t stop staring at it as it gets bigger and more swollen by the nanosecond under the expensive fabric of his suit.
His hands are clenched at his sides and I wish he’d just let go. I want him to come finish the job for me. And knowing that we could get caught any second? Somehow it makes me feel so bad, but in the best way. I drop my hand from my breast, suck on my finger, and then bring it down to circle my clit. He licks his lips and it looks like he’s barely holding on to his restraint. Finally, his resolve cracks and he palms his thick cock over his slacks. I circle my hips and rub my clit faster, getting off on the fact I’m turning him on and there’s no denying this anymore. He wants me and I want him and one day—one day soon—he is going to take my virginity and everything else I have to offer him.
“That’s it, Dolly, come for me.” I hear his pained groan of release as his head rolls back and I lose it. Completely lose it.
