HER INSECURITIES...
The school bell rang for the last time, signalling the end of the day. Learners crowded the once empty hallways as they all rushed to the exit. Leaving their lockers, Lilliana and her friend Tessa also made their way toward the exit. Walking out of the building, they cruised down the pavement to the parking lot stopping next to Tessa's car.
Opening the driver's door, Tessa sat behind the wheel and asked "Aren't you coming??" when Lilliana didn't get in the car with her. The girl shook her head looking down at her wrist watch, there was still some time left before her father came home from work and she didn't want to spend that time alone in their house doing nothing.
"I'm gonna go practice for some time and then catch a cab home later" she said, dropping her hand and looking up at her friend.
"Do you need me to come with you??" Her friend asked, looking at the Ice rink just across the school. Lilliana refused, shaking her head.
"No, I'll be fine" Lilliana refused, shaking her head. Tessa nodded, giving in and closed her door.
"I'll see you later" she said before driving out of the parking lot. Holding on tight to the straps of her backpack, Lilliana made her way across the street toward the studio. Walking in, she approached the front desk for her locker key. A joyous smile creeped up her face when she saw a familiar wrinkled face hidden behind a newspaper.
"Hello Oscar" she greeted and the paper lowered a little revealing an old dark-skinned man.
"Hello dear" he returned the greeting with a smile, folding his newspaper close.
"Where is Cameron??" Oscar asked, looking behind the girl. Cameron was the girl's figure skating partner.
"It's Friday Oscar" Lilliana reminded, though she didn't mind it ...Mrs Bassett, hers and Cameron's coach never let them practise on Fridays or during the weekends as a way to give them a chance to reconnect with teens their age. Do something different with their lives, which for her partner always seemed to be going out to get drunk whereas she wasn't that much interested in that kind of life. If she wasn't reading one of her many novels in her bedroom, she came to the rink to practise alone, she found peace in the ice.
Nodding his head in understanding, Oscar disappeared beneath the desk and reappeared a second later with a key in his hand. "don't strain yourself" he warned, putting the key in the girl's open palm.
"I won't" she mumbled, closing her fingers around the key and approaching the door into the ice rink toward the locker rooms to change. She met Oscar when she was just five years old, when she first tried figure skating. He was like a grandfather she never had, her mother used to treat him like her own father until the day she died.
Putting her hair up in a high ponytail, she put her backpack and clothes in the locker before locking it. She grabbed her skates and wearing just her fuzzy socks, she made her way out of the lockers to the rink. She sat down on one of the chairs and slipped on her skates. She took out her earpods and stuck each in her ears before logging in to her Spotify account. She pressed play on one of the playlists and shoved the phone in her pocket before carefully skating into the rink. Her legs moved smoothly around the slippery surface as she warmed up before slowly moving to more complex moves, doing lunges and spirals.
Time passed quicker when she was dancing and soon the music playing on her phone stopped, disturbed by the alarm she set earlier. Easing into a stop, she pulled out her phone and looked at the screen ...it was time for her to go back home. She walked back into the locker rooms to change out of her practice clothes and got in the shower to get rid of the smell of sweat hovering over her body like a second skin. She walked out a couple of minutes later feeling fresher in her uniform again and left the building after saying her goodbyes to the old man. She got in her already waiting cab and told the driver her home address before slumping back in the seat.
She took out her phone and proceeded to tiredly scroll down her Twitter account. A deep disapproving scowl quickly took over her face when her eyes came across an article about Damon, a picture of him with a blonde haired woman on the front page. He had his arm wrapped around the blonde, slim, tall, tan skinned woman's waist and she had her perfectly red manicured hand flat on his chest. Her eyes analysed each of her insecurities from the woman, the two looked perfect together ...even she could see that and "match made in hell" was the caption. Damon was a business tycoon and the woman with him was a fashion designer with her own renowned label ...Caitlin Bathory.
How was she supposed to compare to that when she was just a high school kid with a rich father??
She became even more insecure with every second she spent staring at their pictures, each with a different caption. She wasn't as slim or tall as her, she hated high heeled shoes or dressing up elegantly but loved cutout fashion. Her hair was not blonde nor did she like the colour and no matter what she did, her pale skin refused to get tanned. She wasn't her type's type, she couldn't even become one even if she tried and that hurt her ...angered her. She angrily turned her phone off tossing it inside her backpack and turned her head to the window. She stared outside at the trees and buildings racing past her cab for the rest of the ride.
An hour later, the car finally came to a halt outside the two black metal gates of her home.
"Thank you" she said, grabbing her backpack from the seat next to her and opening the door. She stepped out of the car and pushed the gate open. She made her way up the driveway toward the front porch of the mansion. She unlocked the front door and walked inside the empty house.
Too much time had passed and her father was going to be home soon. So, dropping her back on the one seater sofa in the living room, she headed into the kitchen and looked inside the fridge for ingredients to cook for dinner. Deciding on pasta and meatballs, she took out a packet of minced meat from the freezer and put it on the counter before walking to their grocery cabinet to get the spaghetti and immediately got to work. Sge added the spaghetti into the boiling water on the stove to cook and used her hand to knead the minced meat together with all the spices before moulding it into round balls and placing them in a pan to fry.
She grabbed an apple from the fruit basket to chew on while she waited. A few minutes passed and the sound of her ringtone echoed in the house from the living room, forcing her to leave her pots unattended to get it. She looked at the screen and a smile creeped up her face at the caller ID. She swiped left on the green button to accept the call before putting the phone over her ear and said "Hey daddy"
"Hey princess, I won't be able to make it home for dinner tonight" Lilliana frowned, this had never happened. Her father always came home for dinner. It had even become some kind of a family rule to eat dinner together since his work gave him little to no time to spend with his daughter.
"I can wait for you," the girl suggested, looking down at her wrist watch. There was still plenty of time left, an hour and a half to be precise before her father got off work but the man politely refused
"no princess, I have too much work ...I don't think I'll be able to make it home at all"
"Oh okay" the call ended, and the girl shrugged, not thinking too much into the matter. She walked back into the kitchen to check on her pots, turning the stove off when the food was ready before grabbing her backpack and blazer from the living room. She jogged up the stairs to her bedroom and dropped them on her bed before walking into her bathroom to freshen up.
After yet another shower, she went back to the kitchen and filled a plate with the freshly cooked meal before going back to her bedroom. She sat in front of her study desk in her pyjamas and had her dinner before doing her homework, that took longer than expected. By the time she was done, it was already too late and past her usual sleeping time. Yawning, she walked to her bed and snaked under the covers. Her body succumbing to sleep as soon as her head hit the cotton pillow.
SNOWFLAKE....Early Saturday morning, Lilliana was still deep under her covers dreaming when her phone rang. The loud ringtone disturbing her sleep and forcing her to wake up. Groaning, she patted the space under her pillow for her phone ...were she left it the night before with her hand and dragged it toward herself. She swiped her thumb across the screen to receive the call and flipped onto her back, placed the phone on the pillow next to her ear and said "hello??""Am I speaking to Miss Barnette??" An unfamiliar feminine voice politely asked from the other side of the phone. The girl frowned, quickly getting her phone from the pillow to look at the screen for the caller ID but was greeted by the words unknown number. She pondered for a second on what to do next before replying "yes??" Unsure if she should even still be talking to the stranger."Miss Barnette, you're speaking to Agnes from the veterinary clinic ...I'm calling to let you know that your puppy is okay and ready to come
TESSA'S BIRTHDAY GIFT......On his friend's humble request, Damon walked out of one of his hotels after yet another meeting toward his car with his phone over his ear. Ready to go pick up Lilliana from school "I don't care, don't contact me again unless you know something useful about those Russians" he growled at one of his men on the other side of the line before disconnecting their call and jumped in the driver's seat of his car. Pushing on the start button the car's ignition roared back to life, he drove out of the driveway to Roseville High straight from his office.He pulled up outside the school gates in yet another expensive sports car at exactly 15:30 in the afternoon, thirty minutes after the school bell had long ran releasing the learners to go back to their respective homes. The parking lot was already full of learners and all of them couldn't help but turn around at the sight of the man. The girls who recognized him from Forbes’ recent magazine issue, even took out their
NIGHT OUT???.....Early in the morning, just as the sun began its rise painting the sky a yellowish colour. Lilliana's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up straight, she looked around the living room confused. Had she fallen asleep while waiting for her father?? She wondered, her eyes stopping on the throw still covering her lower half. Another question came to her mind, had her father returned home last night?? That was plausible, who else would come into her home and throw a throw over her if not her father??With that thought, she tossed the material aside and lowered her feet onto the carpeted floor. She stretched her limbs before getting up and went straight into the kitchen in search of something edible to put in her empty stomach before doing anything else. To her good fortune, she's greeted by the delicious smell of freshly cooked breakfast and her father in an apron holding a pan in his hand."Morning princess" the man said, when he saw the girl walking in. She had her hand up to
DRUNK DAMON...At the party, surrounded by the foul smell of alcohol, drunk teenagers grinding their sweat covered bodies against each other and loud music blurring through the walls. Lilliana sat alone at the bar with a glass of mojito in front of her. She had initially asked for a bottle of water but the bartender refused with the reason "you're at a party and I only serve cocktails" She didn't know much about cocktails so she had said the first drink that came to her mind."Tell me something..." the bartender started, placing another glass of a cold mojito infront of the girl. Lilliana looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, a sign for him to continue." ...no offence, you're pretty but you don't exactly look like the type of girl who's always out at night.." that was true, she preferred her nights quiet and peaceful. Instead of a beer, she'd rather have a book in her hand. " ...so why did you come to this party?? I know it's definitely not for the soft drink" definitely, the girl
ARE YOU VIRGIN LILLY??..."Don't worry, I don't fuck virgins" Damon suddenly said, making her stop in her steps and turn to him with a scowl. Was that even necessary??"Who said I'm a virgin" she bit back without thinking and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, realising her mistake. She cursed herself in her head for saying the words out loud but it was a little too late. The man's hand stopped mid air as he was about to take a sip of his drink. He looked in her direction and asked "what??" a deep scowl on his handsome face. In his mind, the question was supposed to lead to a playful bickering not a revelation. The girl was supposed to shy away and not challenge him."What??" She repeated, nervously. Damon placed the glass down on the counter in front of him before getting up and stalked toward her."What did you just say??" Lilliana shook her head, taking a step back from him and mumbled a small "nothing" when he stopped in front of her. His giant figure intimidatingly hoverin
REGRET??....."Fuck" Damon growled, walking in the guest room across Lilliana's bedroom. At least he was able to get back control of his drunk mind before things got worse. That was his only solace. He punched the wall next to the door, leaving a dent in the once smooth surface and rushed to the bathroom to wash his hand in the sink… needing to get rid of her scent. It was no secret he liked touching her, the tent in his pants was proof enough but he knew better. He had watched that girl grow up… bathed that same body so how could he touch her like that. He splashed cold water on his face to detoxify before looking up in the mirror and let out a groan at his reflection when he thought of Lilliana's teary emerald eyes. Did he have to be so harsh?? He wanted to go back downstairs and hold her in his arms. Apologise for his behaviour but quickly dismissed the thought out of his head. The chances of him not fucking her if he went back down there were close to zero at the moment and he d
TENSION'S RUNNING HIGHAfter rehearsal, Cameron dropped Lilliana home. The girl tiredly changed out of her uniform and into her lounge wear before making her way downstairs. She went into the kitchen to fix herself some snacks while dancing to the loud music playing in her bluetooth speaker… an attempt to distract her mind away from the bittersweet memories attached to the place before heading to their TV lounge. She sat her snacks and a cup of her favourite chocolate milk on the coffee table to turn on the TV and sank onto a one seater couch with a loud sigh. Other than the egg-swing chair in her room, the sofa was her second favourite. It always seemed to swallow her small body when she was sitting on it. Lilliana leaned forward to get her snacks from the table, took a sip of her drink and spent the rest of the day watching her favourite tv series on binge. She only got up when it was almost time for her father to come back home from work and got started with making dinner. Their f
REGRET, IT SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED…"You're wet… go change" Lilliana scowled at his words and stared at him. Was it that obvious to him that he aroused her even with the simplest actions and yet he was still unaffected??"I mean your top little flower" he explained with a soft chuckle. The girl looked down and saw her tank top clinging to her bare breasts. Her erect nipples cut through the wet material like sharp knives."Oh" was all she said, pushing him away from her to create some distance between them and grabbed a paper towel to dry her hands before side stepping him. A little disappointed that even her breasts didn't affect him. "Lilly… " Damon stopped her just when she was about to walk out of the kitchen " ...about what happened between us""What about it??" The girl asked, still looking away from him. She already knew in her head what the man was about to say but hoped to hear something different.Damon took a deep breath in before continuing, he himself knew what he was abo
ARE YOU PREGNANT??...Lilliana turned on her phone as soon as they sat inside Damon's car. She used her thumb to unlock its screen just as the man drove out of the underground garage and was first greeted by multiple missed call notifications from her father and best friend. Deciding to explain everything to her father once they reached the Barnett residence, she sent a quick text to her best friend… reassured her of her safety before putting her smartphone back in the bag on her lap and looking up at the man beside her.“Back in that room..” she started nervously and asked “you said, you'd be in control of my body and pleasure most of the time… what did you mean by that??”Damon let out a soft chuckle at the girl's curiosity as he drove out of the underground garage. He got back on the road, heading toward the Barnett residence and glanced at the girl for a second before responding with a question of his own “Do you know what a dominant is??” “I have an idea of what it might be all
A LOOK INTO HIS PLAYROOM…Lilliana woke up a couple of hours later at the touch of Damon on her hip. The cool light of a moon streamed through the window, casting shadows inside the room. She felt the man's lips on her shoulder, exploring her skin. She could also feel the heat of his against her bare back, the hairs on his chest a little scratchy against her soft skin as he moved. She laid there for a moment, just luxuriating in the memory of the passion he showered her body with earlier before finally rolling over to face him.Her arm went around his neck while his went on her back, resting on her bottom and mumbled grudgingly “kiss me”A wish Damon didn't hesitate to fulfill. Rolling onto his back, he pulled the girl on top of him so that she was now straddling him and wrapped his hand around her neck to pull her face closer before claiming her soft lips with his. The kiss was slow and passionate at first before quickly turning intense. Damon dug his fingers into the soft flesh of h
RECREATING SCENES Pt.2Lilliana let out a moan, her hips jerking forward into the man's warm mouth for more as his wet tongue drew a long lick up her slick folds from her dripping hole to her nub that's swollen with excitement.Closing his lips around her bundle of nerves, Damon flicked and rolled his tongue around the small button. Pushing the girl toward the whirlpool of bliss, a destination she was desperate to reach. He listened as her breathing got quick and excited, her nub pulsating against his tongue before detaching his mouth from her core and removing his arms from around her thighs. He was purposely edging her, manipulating her body for what's to come.“Damon…” she uttered quaveringly, breathless. Her legs trembling from having been denied an orgasm for the second time.“Patience little flower” the man cut her off, a corner of his mouth pulled up in an amused smirk when he looked up and noticed Lilliana scowling down at him from under her long lashes. Her face hot and flush
RECREATING SCENES Pt.1They reached the hotel about an hour and a half later and parked on a spot only a few feet away from the the private elevator leading up to Damon's penthouse. The two bulk men standing guard outside the heavy doors sprang to their feet at their arrival, hands hovering over their guns as they waited to see who'd exit the car despite recognizing it as their boss's and only relaxed when Damon stepped out of the driver's door. Their paranoia was expected as they'd faced situations before where people from rival gangs would impersonate Damon's car in order to get access to the building, well aware that the security at the gate wouldn't ask him to verify his identity in his own hotel.The two bodyguards watched as the man walked around the front of his car with his jacket on his arm, curious to see the woman he brought with him or his flavour for the night as they liked to call the man's conquests. Damon cautiously scanned the dimly lit garage for any suspicious activ
I'M READY FOR MY DESSERT...Late in the afternoon, Johnson was working from home. He sat in the living room with his eyes lowered and focused on the laptop's screen that was on his lap as his fingers moved around the keyboard. His ears perked up with interest at the sound of approaching footsteps, forcing his attention from his work. He looked up from the white screen and asked “Where are you two going??” when he noticed Damon and Lilliana walking down the stairs, all dressed up and seemingly going somewhere.Lilliana was wearing a mini yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps that stopped mid her thighs with white boots to avoid any suspicion, while Damon was still dressed in his suit as he'd just returned from his office. Reaching the ground floor, the girl went into the kitchen and Damon walked up to his friend.“I'm taking Lilly skating” He easily lied.“You‽‽” the man frowned at his friend, his eyes skipping to his daughter now leaving the kitchen with a bottle of water in her h
WEAR SOMETHING EASILY ACCESSIBLE...Once done with preparing breakfast, Jackson took away all the dirty dishes he'd used from the kitchen island and put them in a sink before filling it with warm water soap to clean later. He then untied the straps of the black apron hanging around his neck and took it off. Folding it neatly, the man pulled open one of the drawers and stashed it inside before excusing himself. He walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs, presumably heading back to his bedroom to freshen up. Belinda's phone on the kitchen counter top vibrated with a call a minute later. The woman looked down at its lit up screen to check to see who the caller was and hurriedly placed the mug between her palms down when a name of her most recent client appeared. Picking it up from the island, she too excused herself and got up from her stool.Damon watched her leave, disappear down the spacious hall as she made her way out the glass sliding door for privacy. He waited until he
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LIP?? WILD NIGHT??...“You did so fucking good, love” Damon praised, gently pulling his now softening member out of Lilliana's still pulsating centre and pulled his pants up. Picking the girl up bridal style, he turned around on his feet about to head toward her bathroom and take care of her but she stopped him.“Can I just go to bed??” She mumbled, the words coming out of her mouth in a tired whine.The man looked down at her still flushed face, contemplating whether or not to do as she asked for a second before giving in. He walked toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room instead and carefully lowered Lilliana onto the soft mattress. He laid her down and made sure she was comfortable before going in the bathroom in search of something to use to clean her up. Stopping in front of the bathroom counter, he grabbed one of the towels hanging on the towel rack and dropped it in the basin. He opened one of the faucets, soaking it in warm water before takin
"God yes" Lilliana moaned, tilting her head back when the started sucking on the button and curled her fingers around his hair. The man sucked a little harder at her approval and let out a groan to share his own approval at the pain the girl inflicted with her every tug of his hair.He sucked and flicked his tongue on it until it was sensitive to the touch and the girl was now riding his face. Drunk in lust, the girl closed her palm tightly around the soft silky strands of his hair to keep his head between her thighs and slowly began moving her hips to the rhythm of the man's wet tongue.Her shyness seemed to have disappeared as she willingly pushed her core more into the man's mouth. She moaned, grinding her now swollen and stimulated button on it as she chased after her finish. Her eyeballs rolled back into their sockets as she enjoyed the warmth surrounding her core and the wet skillful tongue luring her climax closer with every second that went by.Damon dropped his hands from the
TWO DAYS LATERLilliana was in her room getting ready for bed after dinner and was still in her bathrobe. Having decided to sleep naked that night because of the hot weather, she took it off and tossed it over to the other side of the bed before bending over to open the covers. She was about to climb onto the soft mattress when she heard the silent screech made by her doorknob as someone repeatedly twisted and turned it back and forth to open the door but couldn't as it was locked from the inside, followed by three knocks.The girl let out a disapproving groan, grabbing the bathrobe from her bed and slipped it back on before begrudgingly making her way toward the door. Wrapping her fingers around the, she turned it around slightly to unlock the door before pulling the door open and started in a whiny tone “Dad I'm sleeping…” thinking it was her father but soon stopped when instead of Johnson she saw Damon standing in the hallway with his body leaned up against the wall right next to