"what did you just say to me young lady?" he said, with a mad expression on his face.
"I said that you do not tell me what to do! you don't own me!" I screamed at him.
his face cringed and he pinned me to the bed.
"you're going to regret saying that little girl." he whispered into my ear.
he turned me around swiftly and ripped my shorts off, along with my pink panties.
"bend over my lap you dirty slut." he ordered.
I slowly bent over his knee, resting my elbows on the bed. he leaned over and trailed his tongue on my ass cheek, kissing it. swiftly, he threw his hand down on my bare ass and I whimpered from the sudden contact.
"this is what happens when little girls don't obey their daddies."
I moaned as his hand came down and slapped my bottom again. it felt painful but it turned me on at the same time. It was the good kind of pain.
"I'm sorry daddy..." I squeaked out.
"you're sorry for what baby girl?" he asked, resting his hand on my back.
"I'm sorry for saying that you d-don't own m-me..." I softly said.
he raised his hand and slapped my ass one more time before saying "damn right I own you, you are mine and mine only." he sternly said.
I jolted up in a cold sweat and realized what just happened.
it was a dream.
I sighed and ran to the mirror on my wall, pulling down my panties to check if it wasn't a dream.
but to no avail, there were no red marks where I badly wished that Vic would have spanked me.
I groaned and walked out of my room and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, i grabbed a apple and closed the fridge.
I sat at the counter and began to eat it.
I heard shuffling behind me and turned around slowly.
"good morning." Vic said, in his raspy morning voice. which turned me on, as if my dream wasn't bad enough.
"g-good morning." I stuttered, my eyes following him as he walked around the counter and to the fridge.
he took out some milk and grabbed some cereal and a bowl. he opened the milk and poured some into the bowl.
he yawned and the milk began to over flow the bowl. he looked down and realized what happened.
I laughed and grabbed a paper towel from the rack and went to go clean it up, Vic grabbed a towel and turned back around to clean it but my hand was already there.
without realizing it, he put his hand over mine by accident and I felt a bit of a spark go through my arm.
I flinched and he blushed.
"sorry." he awkwardly said.
"I-its okay." I responded and threw away the paper towel and my apple.
"do you know where mom is?" I asked.
he frowned and shook his head 'no'.
"she didn't come home last night, I was afraid that she got into an accident but I received no calls from a hospital." he sighed.
I sighed and said "well I hope she's okay." but in reality I wished that she never came home, she had never been a good mother. she would always ignore me and call me names.
she was like a mean older sister more than a mother.
Vic sighed and rubbed his temples, he finished his cereal and put the dishes in the sink.
"I am going to go out with some of my friends today..." he said, looking down.
"o-okay, when will you be coming home?" I asked, trying to sound like I didn't really care, but I wanted him to stay home with me.
"I don't know, I'll call you when I'm on my way home." he said, still not looking at me.
I sighed and simply said "okay..."
he nodded and ran up to his and my moms room.
I just sat there and stared at the counter.
how badly can one want another person to touch them, even if it's their own mothers boyfriend. is what I'm trying to do wrong? why do I have these feeling for him if it's wrong?
lord why couldn't he just stay out of my life and never come into my mothers.
Vic rushed back downstairs, dressed casually and came over to me.
"okay, while I'm gone there shall be no parties, no boys, no inappropriateness, no alcohol and no drugs."
geez, who does this man think I am? a crack whore who likes to get gang banged. I only have one friend and boys think I am weird.
I giggled and said "okay."
"thank you, see you later Hun." he said, he kissed me on the forehead and ran out the front door.
I whimpered at his touch. his lips against my skin... I wanted to just stay like that instead of it being a brief second.
why does this man have this effect on me? why couldn't it be a boy my age, not my mothers boyfriend.