But he has been touchier than usual lately. Is that because he knows about this? Does he think I’m a whore and will be fine with any advances from anyone?
I know he’s lonely, he has to be. He hasn’t been with a woman since Mama, so he must be craving it. Even a stoic man like him isn’t immune to the natural desires everyone has.
But with me?
I try to shake that thought away, but I can’t. And it freaks me out. Not because I’m afraid of Isaac—far from it. But I’m terrified the thought doesn’t repulse me. That it doesn’t make me want to die.
I hate that it makes my body tingle and my pussy throb.
Daddy555:
I just want to watch you.
Daddy555:
You’re very beautiful.
“Thank you,” I breathe, not faking the blush creeping across my chest at the compliment.
I don’t get called beautiful often by these men. It’s usually hot, or sexy, or cute. Rarely beautiful.
“I wish I could see more of you.” I smooth my hand over my braid, eyeing the small amount of his body that I can see. He looks attractive, but with him mostly hidden, it’s hard to tell.
Daddy555:
You’re one to talk.
“Sorry,” I say, laughing softly with a shrug. “I don’t show my face.”
Daddy555:
I understand. It’s safer for the both of us this way.
He continues on before I can respond to that odd statement.
Daddy555:
How was your day?
I know he’s not really asking me, he’s asking the fantasy version of me. I force myself to clear my throat and get into character.
“Promise you won’t get mad?” I ask, bunching my skirt in my fist, raising it higher on my legs as I feign fear.
Daddy555:
I can’t promise that, sweetheart.
The word almost takes me out of it again, but then a sick thrill shoots through me.
What if this really is Isaac?
Daddy555:
Tell me anyway.
I might as well make the show good for him.
I let out a long, dramatic sigh, and watch his mouth tuck up at the corner in a smirk. “Well,” I say, twirling my pigtail again. “I got detention today, but it wasn’t my fault.”