Page 47 of My Best Friend's Dad

I tried to shampoo my hair, but my scalp prickled as I remembered what his hand had felt like gripping it. When I washed my body, I felt his fingers brushing all over me. Finally, I conditioned my hair and rinsed off. As the warm water pelted my sensitive skin, I chewed on my lower lip.

What should I do?

Go to his room and wait for him to tie me to his bed?

No, that was crazy.

I turned the shower off and stepped out, drying myself and wrapping a fluffy white towel around my torso. I walked out of the bathroom and slipped into Bella’s closet, choosing a pale blue sundress that went all the way to my knees. I decided against panties, thinking maybe if I was obedient and kept my pussy bare just as he had instructed, that maybe he would have mercy on me.

You know he won’t.

Using the towel, I wrung out my hair and used her brush to rid myself of any tangles.

Finally, I stood there, having run out of things to do.

Sure, I could watch a movie on Bella’s television, but that wouldn’t keep my mind from imagining Vincenzo’s tongue between my thighs.

Goddammit.

What is wrong with you, you filthy little slut? You just had two orgasms on his fingers this morning, for Christ’s sake!

Maybe I should go to his room after all…

With a deep breath, I walked over to the bedroom door and pulled it open, peering out.

I could hear him. He was in his office downstairs, talking with someone on the phone, but the sound was muffled, so I guessed the door was shut.

I walked into his room. As soon as I saw the bed, I stopped in my tracks.

I can’t do this.

Then I turned around and marched right back out.

Yes, bitch, you can. Do it.

I didn’t want to, did I?

You do.

Maybe I don’t.

I shook my head, trying to silence the warring voices battling inside my mind. But then, my body moved of its own accord, going back in and taking a step forward toward the bed.

And then another.

And another.

Until I was right beside it.

I sat down, bouncing a little on the edge. It felt right to be here, but somehow wrong at the same time. Whimpering softly, I pressed my bare feet into the plush dark gray carpet.

He wants to tie you up. He wants to taste you. And then he wants to break you.

I shivered, goosebumps breaking out across my flesh. Hesitantly, I grazed my fingers up my thighs, edging the hem of my dress up a bit further. A wave of nerves shot through me, and I quickly pulled the fabric back down and stood up, moving toward the door again.

I sprinted into the guest room and sat down on the queen-sized bed.

Fucking chicken.

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