Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

Chapter 3

Gina>>>>>>

The next morning came quicker than I wanted it to, and by the time I arrived downstairs for breakfast. I was met with the heavy absence of my father and rather the sinful sight of the man I very much would've preferred absent. 

Ironic isn't it? 

The man I've always love to see is suddenly the man I wish to see least. Courtesy of my recent feat of course. The memory is etched deep into my head, in a constant display. 

How he walked in on me climaxing and commending what a good fucker he is, and he just had to ask how many times he's fucked me to heaven in my dreams. Like why? Couldn't he have just pretended that he didn't hear that or saw what he saw? 

Now I'm haunted, and so far I still wish earth would suddenly open up and accept me as a guest till further notice. 

The silence between us was deafening, and the tension thicker than those arm muscles of his. One would think he's a marine cop, or a gym enthusiast, but he's neither yet rocked a perfect physique. 

He was seated across me, attention buried in his phone as he absentmindedly chipped at his breakfast. 

I on the other hand couldn't bring myself to consume my waffles. Again I'm haunted, and his presence is not making it any easier. 

"Quit eye-fucking me and eat your food?" That granite tone of his was sharp as the sentence broke through our silence. 

I blinked my gaze off him, down to the meal in front of me. And the picture of him naked crawled into my head from nowhere. 

Curious of his size and how well it'd fit me. Gosh the mere thought of that was starting to turn me on. 

"I'm sorry for yesterday," I decided to bring up the topic myself. This tension would never resolve if the issue wasn't address, time to find out what he thinks of the stunt. 

"Yesterday? What happened yesterday? What are you sorry for?" His brows creased and confusion grew into his face. 

Is he kidding? Or purposely playing dumb. 

I stared at him through a bored gaze, "Seriously?" There was a hint of annoyance in my tone, and it was worth it. 

I've beaten myself over this throughout the night, and just when I decided to confront him, he's here trying to pretend that it was nothing. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Little bird," 

"Fuck," I mouthed inaudibly with my eyes briefly concealed. 

It was impossible to feign annoyance when his voice is enough to make a pool out of my legs. I seriously could use an exorcist, safe to say I'm possessed- definitely. 

"Little bird, are you horny for me right now?" The confusion on his face dropped, and his face leaned an inch forward with his furnished gaze pinned on me. 

I've been horny for him for so long I can't even pin a date to it right now. And that nickname he has for me, it doesn't always help my situation when his deep and velvety voice calls me by the name. 

If anything, it adds to the heat I'm already stuck with. 

"What would you say or do if my answer is yes?" I played back at him. 

I couldn't give a fuck right now about who he is to me. A father figure yes, but a fucking sexual appeal at the same time. All I could see is a man I want so deep inside of me he may not be able to get out. 

That's cringe, but it's my hormones talking not me. 

"Do you want me to say I'd spread you wide open on this table and fuck you hard till you go numb?" 

I couldn't tell if he meant his words, there was no alignment between his placid expression and the context of his words. 

"Yes," weakly, I muttered. 

He cracked a subtle smirk as he leaned back into his seat. "That's not right, Little bird," his gaze flicked off me and down to his empty plate. 

"However....." he trailed into silence as he pushed back in his seat to stand up. "If that's what you want, would you be willing to play by a few rules?" 

He walked around so he could approach me, slowly as he licked his lips coming closer till the space between us grew thin and thinner like a line of thread. 

My body sizzled, and I found myself unable to keep eye contact with him. 

I could feel him close, and while I battled the urge to moan out to the scent of him that rushed deep into my senses, I was also stuck with the need to remain composed. 

His arm crossed my eyes as he reached for the edge of my chair, he steadied a grip before he whirled my chair around to face him. 

"Eyes on me, Little bird," he demanded, voice thicker than a body of mud. 

My doe eyes peered up, straight into his face that was inches away from me. He had arched his body, so he was leaned over and carefully drinking me while with his eyes. 

I watched his gaze trailed from my face, down to my body, and stopped right at the center of my womanhood. 

To see his attention focused where it was, my thighs clenched close and my hands clasped tight over my core that was dripping wet already. 

It was obvious, if the musk smell hadn't gave it away, it was written all over my body. 

"Open up, Little bird," 

I knew exactly what he meant and like a force overwhelmed, my legs gently pulled apart and my hands pulled up and away from the spot right between my legs.

"Bare yourself," his tone had changed, gone deeper than it usual pitch- dark and dangerous. 

I grabbed the tip of my gown about to throw it up when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his eyes tightly shut as if snapped out of a reverie. 

"This is not what you want or can handle, Little bird. I can assure you." 

I knew what that was, it was a warning but even a prophecy right now cannot save me. I'm way too far gone. 

"Ruin me," my voice came out sultry, a mixture of my lust and passion. "Let me be yours to ruin,"