Chapter 8 Jealous

Ana "Hey Liam, got plans for tonight?" I asked over the phone the following night when we were gathered at the sitting room, shortly before dinner. Christian turned to me, a questioning glare on his face. I knew exactly what I was doing when I decided to phone some random guy, making plans with him in the presence of my stepdaddy. "Yeah, we could go see a movie or get dinner... alright I'll meet you in fifteen minutes." I said into the phone, my voice raised so Christian could hear me properly. If my stepdaddy thought he was in charge and in control, then he had another thing coming. I looked over at him, an evil, mischievous grin on my face as I turned to my mother. "I'm going to meet a friend mom, will be back quite late tonight." She nodded, looking like she couldn't care less. I would've been hurt on a normal day, but my new 'experiences' with my stepdaddy preoccupied my thoughts. I came down five mins later, wearing a light-pink crop top with the absence of a vra quite obvious, and a pair of blue shorts that clung tightly to my ass, exposing my curves. "Bye," I said specifically to Christian, as I caught him running his eyes over my body, a very satisfied smirk on my face. His eyes hardened, but his expression remained unreadable. I could tell he was affected no matter how much he tried to conceal it. "Let's take a picture together," I said to Liam at the diner. I moved over, placing his hands around my shoulders and leaning in towards him so that my breasts rested on his chest. Then I posted the pic, a smile appearing on my face when I saw the first viewer. "So, I'm a bit surprised you reached out to me, Ana, pleasantly surprised of course." "I felt like going out tonight, and you popped into my head," I said to the innocent boy who was unaware of the fact that he was only a ploy to make my stepdaddy jealous. "We should do this another time," Liam said, reaching out to place his palm over my hand that was placed on the table. "Get your hand away from her!" A voice cut in, catching Liam by surprise. I turned to see Christian standing behind our table, a hardened expression on his face. 'Took him long enough,' I said to myself, an invisible grin on my face. "Dad! What are you doing here?" I yelled with fake anger in my voice. "We're going home, Ana," he stated,his voice rock-hard. "I'm not a child anymore, I can do what I want!" I countered in refusal. "Get in the car, Ana. NOW." Christian reiterated, this time with irritation in his tone. I stood in feigned annoyance, rolling my eyes at him. "I'll see you some other time, Liam," I said dismissively to Liam, who had fear etched in his eyes, as I abruptly walked past my stepdaddy. "What do you think you're doing?" Christian asked from the driver's seat, as he turned turned to face me across him. "Just having dinner with my friend, Dad," I scoffed. After a pause, he broke out into a laugh, taking me by surprise. "What's funny?" I asked. "You think I don't know what you're doing, angel?" I relaxed into the seat, pushing my tits out from my top so that my nipples were more obvious. "What do you mean?" I asked coyly, "what am I doing, daddy?" I said, batting my eyelashes at him. He let out a groan, adjusting in his seat. I could tell he was already getting turned on. "You're being very stubborn these days, Ana." "And what are you going to do about it, da-". Before I could finish my sentence, he yanked me by neck, planting his lips on mine. The kiss was hard, hungry and demanding- everything I craved. "Mmmm," I moaned at the first taste of him, my hands flattening against his chest, my body leaning as close as I could get to him with the console between us. "Liam, huh," he said, breaking the kiss. His eyes were hungry, devouring every part of my daddy. I felt my nipples harden when he glanced at them, lust and tension filling the air in the car. I dragged his head down, forcing a kiss as I shoved my tongue into his mouth, letting the kiss consume me. He put his hand around my neck, choking me. "Do you like being punished, Ana?" I nodded, my eyes looking up at him seductively. Maintaining the kiss, he pulled the carseat back with his free hand, then dragged me so that I was sitting right on top of his already hard dick. "Who the fuck is Liam, Ana?" He growled, tightening his hand around my neck as he unbuckled my shorts with the other. I was already wet I could feel it licking through my tight shorts. "He's a friend," I muttered in between the kiss, maintaining the defiance. "Hmm," he grunted, then with one swift movement, he threw me over the seat, so that he was now on top of me. "Take off your top." Slowly, I lifted my arms exposing my bare supple tits with pointed nipples. "Fuckkk!" He exclaimed as he crouched, taking one in his mouth while his hand squeezed the other so hard it hurt. My nipples stiffened as he sucked, moving from one breast to the other- his tongue ferocious and hungry. He squeezed, he slapped, he sucked, he bit. "C-Christian, omg, mmmm" I moaned. Then he stopped. "Pull off those shorts." His voice was almost a growl, intense and demanding. I obeyed. "Place your hand on my cock," he instructed as I quickly reached out. His hardness was poking through his jeans, tight and protruding. I wanted to unbuckle his jeans and release it when he slapped my hand away abruptly. "No, sweetheart. You don't get to touch it anymore, you only get to take it."