FATHER PLEASE;

LOOK AT ME 5

I take a non threatening step towards him, and because he is a guilty person, he does what guilty people usually do, he shrinks into himself.

“Again, how do you know about LonelyFans?”

“Why haven’t you gotten the locks changed yet? Anybody could have walked in.”

Changing the subject, another sign of guilt, he doesn’t want to say, I just have to let him be, for now.

“And none of them would have walked straight into a single woman's bedroom.”

He had the caught in a headlights look.

“I called your name severally, and I heard.. I heard sounds..”

My brows crinkle in thought, he heard my moans, my brows fly into my hair in realization.

“You thought I was banging the handyman?!”

He turned slightly red as I was right on the mark.

“I thought I made it clear enough that it is you I wanted. You don’t have to be jealous.”

He clears his throat nosily and takes a step backwards.

“I’ll go check the lights..”

“Yeah, you do that.”

I follow him as he locates the switchbox or whatever and stare at him as his fingers work expertly. I have never felt so jealous of an inanimate object until now. The way he pushed, pressed, and twisted the knobs had me twitching with desire.

“You said you were out of town.” I discover I am slightly breathless as I speak.

“I was.”

“And you hurried back here because you thought I would sleep with the handyman.” I say with an eye roll.

“Not necessarily...”

I wave his excuse away before they came. I knew they were coming.

“When was the last time you slept with a woman?”

He is so startled by the question he accidentally pushes the wrong button that causes red lights to blink rapidly. I could have bet everything I had that I heard him swear under his breath until he turned the light off.

“I cannot answer that question..”

“But you can rush over to stop me from sleeping with another man.”

He murmurs something under his breath that I don’t catch before responding.

“I still cannot answer that as it is not only private but it is from a life before now. It’s lost in the past.”

“So you are not a virgin then.”

“Miss Patterson..”

“Humour me okay?”

He gave a long sigh before turning to face me. His eyes struggle to stay on my face, they fly everywhere, the maid outfit left little to the imagination.

“Wear something else.”

“Are you begging or giving an order?” I ask in the sultriest of voices.

He swallows, I watch his dazed eyes sweep across the top of my chest, they mirrored my feelings, I wanted to jump on him like a cavewoman, but he had to consent first.

“Miss Patterson.. wear something else.” He ordered through gritted teeth. My body comes alive from the way he spoke to me. I haven’t felt the hum in my body before, but it was here now, singing below my skin.

“It’s been years since you’ve seen this much skin up close.” I say in a breathy voice, the hum beneath my skin pushing me forward, but the desperate sub at the back of my mind is forcing me to turn around and change my clothes.

Choices. Too many choices.

“This is my final warning Miss Patterson..”

“Or what? You’ll rip my clothes off and show me why I’m not supposed to disobey?” Okay, bratty sub has entered the group chat.

He bites the corner of his lip and for a second I think he is going to do it, rip my clothes off and throw me across his lap. My skin thrummed with anticipation, I almost did hop up and down as I waited.

At the last minute he tore his eyes away from me, looking back at the switchboard. My hopes and desires fall flat before my eyes and i turned around, back into my bedroom.

The livestream was still on but there were on my the really lonely fans left, I shut it off without my signature pose and hurriedly wear a floral dress, one of the clothes I brought, in hopes it would fit the good girl image I was trying to portray.

Back out, he was finishing up and the electricity stopped fluctuating.

“There, all good now.” We both know he was talking about the fact that I actually changed out of the maid outfit.

“Did this happen often? When you lived here?”

He looked at me in surprise then shook his head.

“Yes.”

“Then it could happen again. I don’t think I can keep the first commandment.”

He frowned, “The first commandment?”

“Yeah, the one you said I should not call your phone anymore?”

He chuckles slightly, and if he wasn’t already so fucking gorgeous, he had me staring open mouthed. He was beautiful.

“That can’t be helped then.”

My brain scrambles for information on the current subject for a while until I realize what he meant and nod.

“You helped me out, I don’t have tea, or coffee, I have juice though. And it is hot outside.”

It wasn’t hot. The reason for the sheet of sweat on his brows was the sizzling heat between us, I know because I had my own sheet of sweat.

“Juice would be nice..”

Together, by that I mean me going first and hoping the sway of my hips would make him take me from behind. It does not.

“You meant mango juice??”

I blink, I forgot that all I had was mango juice.

“Yeah, my favourite kind. What kind of juice do you like?”

“When most people talk about juice they usually mean orange juice or apple juice or something.”

I shrug,

“I think we already discovered I’m not most people.”

He nods and brings the glass to his lips, Again, jealous of a glass.

“So are you on LonelyFans?”

He coughs out his juice, almost choking. I watch him collect himself without moving a muscle.

“We haven’t moved past that?”

“Of course not. We can’t even move past it. So tell me.”

He sighs.

“I saw it on the screen when I entered. I didn’t know it before.”

I snort, “I can smell a big pile of crap from afar, and right now, crap is all I smell. And don’t try to deny it. Because my viewers recognised you, they won’t recognize someone who hasn’t gone live before.”

The two of us go silent for a while, I watch as he chews on his lip before sighing.

“You have to promise me this, you’ll never ever tell anyone about it.”

A grin spreads on my face.

“I promise.”

He sighs heavily.

“You are right, i did go live.”