Chapter 4

Tessa

One week has passed and you'd think that would make me forget my encounter with my new father slash professor. But no, the image of how his fingers perfectly fit inside my pussy hasn't left my mind since then. I couldn't stop thinking about the way my whole-body shudder from his touch and the way my pussy tinged. Normally, I don't masturbate. I find it disgusting but I had been using my fingers for the past week, giving myself a pleasure I hadn't felt in a long time.

Not after my last boyfriend who left me because I don't moan well enough. I was angry and ended things right then and there. Because I was used. He dated me so he could lure me to his bed and when he got what he wanted and didn't enjoy it anymore, he turned his back on me.

Since then, I had promised myself not to ever give in to a man no matter how sweet and kind they are to me. And now with all the barriers in between, someone whom I should accept as my new father, was the same man that was trying to make me have all the forbidden thoughts in my head.

"Ah...Um.." I emitted a moan as I neared my orgasm. I wasn't used to masturbation but having the image of the man who was the reason for my action made it felt good.

I pumped my hands deep inside jerking my head back as I felt my whole body almost exploding. I hadn't felt this good in a long time. I bite my bottom lip, part my legs wider, and shifted my hips on the bathroom seat. I match my pace together with my fingers doing their magic in taking me to greater heights.

I jerked my head back almost hitting it with the bathroom walls when I climaxed. I thought that would be enough but I suddenly felt empty inside. I had been avoiding being anywhere next to him. Not at home and not at the school. He made me the class representative for his class period.

I was about to pleasure myself for the second time when I heard the sound of my mom's voice echoing through the bathroom door. "Tessa."

Fuck!

It wouldn't end well with me if my mother found out I was masturbating using the image of her new husband. I jumped off my feet and turned on the shower to show I was taking a bath. "I'm in here, Mom." I fake yelled.

"Alright. I'm off to work. I made breakfast. Your Dad is taking a shower. Set the table for two."

As loud as her voice sounded, it made my heart rate drop at the mention of the man. My said new Dad got her a new job at a big fashion company in the city. She works all days of the week including Saturday. Today being Saturday meant I would be left alone just like last week. He left for work last week but that doesn't mean it would happen this week and that isn't making the nervousness inside me die down.

"Do you hear me!" Her voice came through again.

"Sure." My voice wasn't loud like hers. I had already lost the strength in me. It's not like he had touched me since the day in his office but I couldn't help but want to get far away from him. Because of what my body was doing to me.

I turned off the shower after I was sure she had left. I had planned to go back to what I was doing but lost interest. I washed my hands and made my way out. I changed into fresh clothes. A pair of leggings and a baggy top that covered my body. With nothing underneath. Normally I don't sleep with a bra or panties on.

I headed to the kitchen and found the spaghetti mom cooked still in the pot. I grabbed two plates, fished them in, and took them outside towards the dining. My saliva nearly dropped as I caught the sight of Mr. Carter descending while buttoning up his shirt buttons. I didn't miss to catch a glimpse of his naked chest which made all sorts of thoughts form in my head.

I quickly diverted my eyes away when his face shifted to me. Something like an amused smile covered up his expression. "You done hiding?" I wouldn't say I wasn't surprised at his words but the way his eyes raked my body surprised me more. Like he was undressing me with his eyes.

I sat down and proceeded to eat my breakfast. "Good morning ." I muffled out after a while. I didn't know whether he heard me. My head was casted into my plate as I avoided his gaze. "What happened to Daddy?"

My head snapped towards him in confusion. "You calling me, Daddy." He added.

Daddy sounded too childish yet strong to me. I could settle for father but Daddy has too much sassiness to it.

"I'm not ready yet," I confessed. The corner of his lips twitched up more.

"You will get used to it, soon. If you practice calling me that." We held each other's gaze. I don't know why but there was this way he looked at me that affects me. Giving me more reason to use his image to pleasure myself.

I was the first to avert my gaze by shifting my eyes back to my food. I was glad he didn't say anything more making the air in the room less awkward. It had been awkward since day one. And I was serious when I said I was not ready to accept him as my new father yet.

Food was eaten in silence but I could feel his gaze on me all through because my head was casted down all through too. Just as I grabbed the glass of water and took it to my lips, I felt a warm yet big hand settle on my thigh. I instantly choked.

I covered my mouth with my palms. Thank God it didn't spill on his face. My heart immediately picked up its pace as his hand that was on my thigh began going up.

Damn! Don't!

It went up again. My pussy tingled at the mere touch, topped with goosebumps clouding my skin. I dropped the glass and gripped the table when he used his hand to part my legs and caressed my pussy from the fabric of the leggings. He hadn't touched the skin directly yet I was losing it. "Fuck!" I found the words escaping me before I could control them. I was fucking turned on.