Chapter Seventeen- More Unrequested Bonding Time With Daddy

I nodded my head before I timidly crawled over to him and laid my upper-body across his lap, my knees touching his clothed thigh. I wished the ground could split open and swallow me when I thought about him seeing the wet patches on my panties and smelling my arousal- and as much as it was killing me, the thought of him knowing that I was wet for him also turned me on and made me even more wet.

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"The Devil would freak out if I got a boyfriend and murder the poor guy!" I made no exaggerations! Daddy is very, very possessive of me and I have been forbidden from talking to boys or interacting with them in a romantic nature since he learned that I had a crush on one of my classmates in seventh grade.

"I know, that's why you are going to ask your mother instead, she is his wife, let her be the one to deal with him, let her speak to him on your behalf if you cannot face him or if you have the guts, tell him that you met a boy you like and that you want him to be your boyfriend and see how he will react. If he says no, ask him why, there is no reason for him to deny you a boyfriend, he only does so because he wants all the boyfriend benefits to himself."

My skepticism could not be missed, I was not at all spurred on and she could tell that her advice was being received by my mind negatively. "I don't know babes…."

"At least promise me that you will think about it, Nessa."

"Okay, I will." I promised her with a sheepish smile. "I have to go babe, before Varto starts getting worried."

"Okay, chat later, babes, bye!"

"Bye! Say hi to Epresseno to me."

Jun rolled her eyes to the back of her head. "Don't even mention that stupid jackal."

I ended the call and left the stall, almost bumping into Origa on my way out, she was giving me this weirded out stare so I assumed she must have overhead me and probably thought I was talking to myself since the citizens of Bervon only think the worst of anyone associated with the Devil. I made sure to avoid her but she decided to shove her shoulder into me as she walked past me.

"What a fucking weirdo." She made the snide comment with a sneer and this time I could not walk away. I picked up the phone and handset that had been knocked out of my hands and I decided to confront her.

"What is the matter with you?! I have fucking had it with your attitude Origa! Fine, I get that you don't like me, I don't like you either, you do not need tp say it or show it- just stay out of my way." Right after I clucked my tongue, the main door flew open and Varto barged in. Before I could even get a single word out, Varto had roughly seized the girl and had the barrel of his gun to her temple.

"Is she bothering you, miss? Would you like me to deal with her?" Origa's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, I was surprised she was not pissing herself.

"No, it was just a little misunderstanding, let her go, Varto." Varto immediately released her from his arresting grip, but not before leaving her with a bone- chilling threat.

"Listen here ne'missa (little girl), if you do not want your little brain splattered on the walls, you should not do as little as to look her way for the rest of your life, are we clear ne'missa?"

Origa nodded her head and I looked away when a lone tear skidded down her pink cheek. "Yes sir." She ran out of the bathroom as quickly as she could. I could never inure myself to my father's brutal ways, I cannot begin to tell you how hard it is to form relationships when everyone is terrified of you and hates your guts.

Varto handed me my special hand wash and hand cream after I dried my hands and allowed me a brief moment to spruce myself up the best way I can, fix my hair and my uniform because I have to go to the mall to shop for my father's cosmetics and undergarments. The trip would have been a bit exciting if I knew that there was a possibility of me meeting someone, but nope, the entire mall will be vacant, an immediate evacuation is always ordered every time when I visit, so I will be shopping alone- Varto and his three subordinates do not count, they are far from being boyfriend material.

"Are you ready to leave miss?" Varto inquired with my bag in hand and I nodded my head yes. As I strutted out of the building, I was investing some steep consideration into Jun's suggestion. The only way I'm going to get him out of my mind, is if I give my mind someone else to think about. I have never in my mind stood up to the Devil and I think it is about high time I did and demand the right to date. The possibility of him not being human was also on my mind but I tried not to dwell on it too much before I scare myself to shreds.

"What is going on, Varto?" I directed the nearly frantic question to my stoic senior bodyguard when I spotted the last line of vehicles I wanted to see. No! Not today! What the fuck is going on?! I could see three of the Devil's five escorts and the large, almost indestructible luxury cars had my heart beating erratically in my chest. He was here, I could just feel it in my bones, there is no reason why I would be getting picked up by the men assigned to him, on his orders, if he was not going to be present.

"The master wishes you escort him to an event of significant importance." I stabbed my eyes into the side of his face as he spoke. His calm nature was mocking, seeing as I was drowning in dread.

"Will my mother be present?" I was extremely hopeful for a positive response, I am not ready to face him alone, he needs someone else to distribute his attention to.

"Yes, she will be present." I cheered inwardly, but the feeling of triumph was very short- lived.

When Varto opened the door to the Devil's vehicle, I was expecting him and my mother to come into view, but much to my dismay and dread; he was alone, with not even his trusted right-hand with him in the back. His eyes were like a magnet, they drew me in and somehow always locked eyes with him the second he is present. He looked unreal, so unbelievably charming in that special three- piece black suit I bought for him to wear at his political meetings or any special rendezvous. He looked like a real Devil, I stood before the Devil in the flesh.

I did not want him to waste precious will exercising his voice because his words are golden, so I nervously slipped inside the vehicle before he could question why I was acting like a statue and wasting his time. As soon as butt settled on the warm leather seats, his scent washed over my senses and charged every single strand of my being. I so terribly wished to face the heavily tinted window and not have to bear his scorching, stupefying, enchanting stare, but I knew that that would displease him and my father is best kept pleased and satisfied.

My chest was engulfed in flames as his hauntingly beautiful eyes raked down my body, scanning me in a manner that made me feel like the layers of my skin were depleting and my insides were shrinking into my bones. I knew that I had to acknowledge him, but I was no nervous, I could not get any words out. I nearly flinched when he stretched out his arm and his hand was presented to me. I offered him my hand and shifted closer when he stared at the empty space between us disapprovingly. I breath caught in my throat when he brought my hand to his lips and kissed the top of it. His lips were so tender, so surprisingly soft and hot that by the time he released my hand, I was bubbling up inside.

"My Liloco." He muttered in the lowest tone, as though he was saying the two words to himself while musing deeply and his voice took me right back to that moment when he kissed below my belly button.

"Yes daddy…" I breathed, my voice not rising above a whisper. I must have been as pale as a ghost and it took all in me not to rattle like a leaf dancing to the spring wind. I swallowed dryly as his seemingly darkening, eyes gained more vehemence, piercing into mine so sharply I could barely maintain eye contact and he slowly patted his thigh thrice. My heartbeat accelerated further as I gawked at his enormous hand, already imagining it descending upon my bare asscheeks and grazing my wet vagina in the process. I know I still owe him a spanking and I should be at least thankful that he has brought his black paddle with him and does not look to be in a mood to leave my ass red, bruised and sore for days. I do not remember the last time I was reminded of him every time I sat down.

I nodded my head before I timidly crawled over to him and laid my upper body across his lap, my knees touching his clothed thigh. I wished the ground could split open and swallow me when I thought about him seeing the wet patches on my panties and smelling my arousal- and as much as it was killing me, the thought of him knowing that I was wet for him also turned me on and made me even more wet.

Fuck! I must be ovulating!

And I am pretty sure that he knows and is going to take advantage.

I had a strong feeling that one of my biggest fantasy was going to become a reality.

Wow I am so fucked!