Scarlet
I hear the door slam first before heavy footsteps approach. A flashback scene from eleven years ago comes into my head of my father doing just that before he whipped me with his belt for eating all the cookies that were left in the cookie jar—the cookies that Amber ate all of and blamed on me.
My stomach churns, and my body reacts ready to take flight. I get up from my seat in a flash, and I’m about to run and hide in the broom cupboard when I remember.
I’m not fifteen anymore. I’m not in my house, and my father is not coming to get me. I stand stock still, take in a deep breath, and wait as David emerges from the doorway. He’s mad. In fact, I have never seen him so angry.
“Why the fuck didn’t you turn up, Scarlet? We were waiting for you. I tried your mobile, but you had already switched the fucking thing off. Why are you here and not where you should be?”
“I didn’t want to go, okay?”
David walks over to me, grabbing my hand before placing it on my belly. It’s been almost four months since I found out I was pregnant, and already, there’s a small bump.
“You can’t ignore this forever.”
I feel the hard bump beneath my hand, and it makes a sob form at the base of my throat. I pull my hand away, not wanting to think about it. If I don’t acknowledge it, then it’s not real. But, then again, I have been feeling the baby lately. Little tiny flutters inside my belly let me know that he or she is in there, taunting me.
“I can’t do this.”
“Scarlet,” he says, his voice softening, “you’re carrying a baby, and in five months time, you will be a mother. You can’t avoid this any longer. It’s happening. The longer you put this off, the worse it’ll be for you in the long run. I’ve rescheduled your scan for two days time, but in the meantime, you need to start accepting the fact that this isn’t going to go away.”
As his words sink in, I nod my head. I know I can’t avoid it any longer, but first of all, I will need to speak with the doctor.
David reaches out, pulling my arm towards him. He wraps me up in a protective hug before kissing my head. I like these moments. He’s like a father and lover all rolled into one.
“I know you’re fucking scared shitless, but you’re not alone. You know that, don’t you?”
I nod my head in his chest before pulling away. “I promise I’ll go to this appointment next time.”
He visibly sighs his relief. “Thank you.”
He makes a move to walk away, but I grab his arm. “As long as you kiss my pussy.”
His eyes widen. “For fuck’s sake, Scarlet.” He smirks, and I start laughing.
“What? It’s a normal request.” He moves away. “Where are you going? David, I’m being serious.” And I am being serious. Deadly. If he doesn’t do his duty soon, I could become murderous.
He turns around in just enough time to find me pulling my sundress over my head. I stand with nothing on. My tits are standing to attention, big and firm. They must have grown another two sizes since I got pregnant.
When he takes in my full form, his eyes widen and the hunger I was looking for flickers through his eyes. “You really are serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I don’t see you complain when I suck your cock like a Dyson hoover. Now, get on your knees, man, and fucking lick my pussy.”
A cross between lust and amusement crosses his eyes. “Since you asked so nicely.” He crooks his finger, silently telling me to come to him. I do as instructed, and when I am inches from his chest, he bends his head down and captures my lips while brushing his thumb over my hardened nipple. Placing my arms over his shoulders, I pull him to me as I moan into his mouth.
“I keep trying to say no to you, but you keep pushing. I can’t keep away.”
“Why do you keep saying that?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he crashes his lips to mine before picking me up and carrying me to the table. He puts me down on the edge and pulls away quickly. In no time, he is on his knees, devouring my pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Within seconds, he has me climaxing. How he does it time and time again is beyond me.
He doesn’t give me a chance to calm down. He’s unzipping his trousers next before yanking them down in a hurry. Once his cock springs free, he positions himself between my legs and forcefully grunts his way in. He’s like an animal lately when it comes to me. It’s almost as if sex was a punishment for something. What he’s punishing me for, I have no idea, but I’ll fucking take it because the sex is fantastic.
With the strength of about ten men, David thrusts his way inside of me over and over again. “Fucking bitch,” he screams, grabbing my hair and pulling it back. He starts biting my neck and shoulder, and before long, I’m coming again around his cock. “Jesus, Scarlet. Fuuuck!” he screams, before violently coming inside of me.
His breath is heavy against my skin as the euphoria of my orgasm washes over me. I still have my head back, and a big smile reaches the corners of my lips. This is what I live for. This high is the best feeling in the world.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Is the baby okay?” It’s like a huge douse of cold water over my head.
“I’m fine, and the baby’s fine. Stop fussing.”
“I was rough with you.”
“And if you stop that because I’m pregnant, then I will kill you. I’m not made of fucking china. That was perfect. Just how I like it.”
“Kinky bitch.”
“Hey,” I complain, fake slapping him. He’s always much calmer after an orgasm.
“I need to hit the shower.”
I nod. “Can I use your study to make some calls?”
He nods before getting off me and kissing me on the lips. “Of course. Help yourself. Then come and join me.”
I smile widely as he buttons up his trousers and disappears up the stairs. Pretty soon after, I hear water running as I make my way to David’s study. I was going to call Dr Mason about one important thing, but I also need to ask for some website addresses. If I’m going to be a mum, then I guess I’m going to have to start learning how.
I push the door open and walk around the great mahogany desk. I look around to try and find a pen, and when I do, I try to open the top right-hand side drawer, but it’s locked. I try jigging it open, but to no avail. I look around trying to find where the key is, but can’t find it anywhere. I see his filing cabinets in the corner, so I open them up to look inside. There are lots of legal documents, accounts, and receipts, but very little else. I sigh, but then remember some people like to hide keys at the back. I feel my hand around the back, and sure enough, there is a small set there. I walk back to the drawer and try the first key, but that doesn’t work. After the third key fails, I start losing hope. Then, thankfully, the fourth key not only goes in perfectly, but turns as well. I pull the drawer open and find the offending pad that I’m after to jot down these websites. As I reach for it, I see something else which makes me pause.
Picking the letter up, I look at the official stamp. It’s the lab in Barnes who tested my DNA against David’s to see if he was a paternal match.
I know he’s already told me that he’s not my father, but I can’t help the little imp in me that wants to see for herself. On a smile, I turn it over only to find that the letter is still sealed.
“The lying little shit,” I mutter under my breath. He’s had that letter for three months now, and he hasn’t even opened it. Why?
I start laughing. He keeps having a pop at me for avoiding my pregnancy when all along he’s been avoiding the fact that I could be his daughter.
“The dirty little shit,” I mutter again with a huge grin on my face.
And I thought I was into some kinky shit.
Although the temptation is great to open it and find out one way or another myself, I know that David is upstairs waiting for me. I have to laugh at that knowing what I know.
“The lying, filthy, dirty, kinky little shit.”
If he wants to hold secrets, then so will I. Despite the urge to rip open the letter, I place it back inside the drawer, lock it up, place the key back where I found it, and make the quick phone call to Dr Mason. Once finished, I make my way up the stairs towards the shower where David fucks me for the second time.
It’s beyond incredible, and I know I’ve experienced my most powerful orgasm to date. Nothing in my twenty-five years of living can compare. I’m simply blown away.
He and I are definitely going to Hell for this, but I can safely say it was well worth it!