Chapter 9 One Of My Fuck Toys

Vera's POV. My alarm wakes me up. I toss on the bed, fliting my hand over the nightstand, searching for the annoying thing to shut it off. I successfully do that and turn to face the ceiling. Shit, I feel so goddamn spent after the endless orgasm I gave myself last night. After the first cum, I continued to watch more arousing, hot as hell porno and it really got me off. I only slept around four a.m…. Wait a minute? Four a.m? I erect quickly from my bed at the glaring realization. I set my alarm to wake up around 8a.m. and the fucking alarm has rang more than five times now. Jesus, I gasp as I look over at the clock and realize it’s almost night thirty. I scoot away from the bed and I hurry over to the bathroom. I have a swimming session roughly around ten thirty this morning and I’m this late already? Yeah, that’s what thinking about David does to me. I wasn’t bluffing when I said he's driving me nuts. He really is. I bet our coach will lash out at me. The man’s is one of my fucktoy but then we quarreled the last time we were making out in the classroom. I refused to let him penetrate me and he instantly went mad. He’s been looking for means to get himself inside me but I made it clear it won’t work. I guess his patience snapped the last time. It’s been over three weeks now and he hasn’t attempted to reach me out. I shrug at the thought and remove the night retainer stuck in my mouth. I brush my teeth quickly and hurry back into the room. Like I plan to tempt David, I remove the pajamas I woke up in and change into a white flimsy tank top that stops mid-thigh. I adjust my scruffy hair and glimpse myself in the mirror. “Let’s get started.” I whisper-mock to myself while stepping away from the mirror. “Oh, wait…I forgot something.” I say and hurry back into the bathroom and spay some mouthwash. Feeling giddy with satisfaction, I hurry away from my room. I make sure to put on a straight face while I creep down to the kitchen. Sounds of cutlery hitting ceramic plates file through the air and I realize the man is already down to have his breakfast. I make an appearance in the kitchen way and slightly pause in my tracks. Fucking hell, my nipples suddenly become alert at the sight of David’s big body sitting gracefully on the head seat. He’s cutting into his sandwich in that regal way of his that always makes me want to eat him out. For moments longer, I watch him. Of course, he’s yet to notice me, that’s why I seize the opportunity to look at him well. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve not seen him for two nights. Two good nights! It’s only then that I notice the slender woman sitting beside him. She again? I snap inwardly. Is David…dating her? I mean, I’ve never seen him with one woman twice except her. So she’s the one he fucked last night? Jeez! I thought he said she's the daughter of his business associate? I unknowingly clench my fists, my gaze drilling a hole in her head. There’s no doubt she’s into David. Shitty ass woman…chasing someone’s man! Well, except I’m the only one that knows David’s my man… “Kid?” David’s guttural voice pulls me away from my thoughts and I feather a look at him. He's skating his eyes over my skimpy tank top, and I’ll be lying to a tee if I say his looks aren’t making my boobs sensitive. I’m suspended in time as we share a gaze. His dark eyes slowly turn darker as he watches how my nipples slowly brush my fabric until it becomes undeniably obvious. I don’t know if I did it consciously or not, but I lick my lips way too slowly before I begin to hurry over to the kitchen …shoulder passing my daddy. “Kid!” He roars when he figures I ignored him…and of course, his…date or sex partner, whichever one she is. I look over my shoulder at him, and I see the pronounced veins decorating his forehead. The woman also takes me in with a single look and forces a smile on her face. “Hi, Vera.” She pipes up but I only shrug. Don’t get me wrong…I’m not rude but situations like this make me act rude. How can she sit right there comfortably and except me to be prissy with her whereas she’s enjoying the only man I ever want? And David…? How does he expect me to be merry and throw myself at him well aware of what he did to me? Of how he disappointed me on my big day? Oh, shoot…I can’t give him the impression that I’m okay with the bullshit he pulled. At that, I scoff and hurtle into the kitchen. I grin as I greet Irene who's washing and drying the dishes over at the sink. “How was night, sweetie?” She fondly calls me as she looks over me. I bet she noticed what just transpired now. “It was cool, Irene.” I allow myself a grin. “Are there some leftovers? I’d like to nip on something and head over to school. I have a swimming session in just about a few hours.” She quickly rinses her hands and dries them before inching close to me. “Yes, of course. The sandwich I reserved for you is still in the microwave….” Before she could finish, the ding of the microwave sounds off. She skitters to the plate rack, grabs one, and plates the sandwich. “Thanks, Irene.” I grin and walk to the island. The instant I take a seat, David voices out again. “Kid, how was your night?” He cocks his brows at me. “David, please just quit trying,” I utter and sink my teeth into the sandwich. He strokes his nose and shrugs. “I just returned from Arizona yesterday. I’m sorry I didn’t inform you I was heading over there, it was an emergency.” The woman stared at my daddy in wonder, her looks screaming, ‘Why the heck are you explaining yourself in such a manner?’ Yeah, I know chicks like her and their assumption that all high-school girls are still kids. But, hello…I’m no longer one and I goddamn deserve a mountain of apologies and explanation. To piss David off, I stand up immediately, ignoring his words or attempt at an apology and try to bustle away from the kitchen. Just as I try to maneuver my way around, David gets up and seizes my arm. “You’re hurting me.” I snap, punctuating every sentence. He lets go of my arm and spits. “I already apologized, Kid. Cut me some slacks.” “You say it like it’s easy but it’s not, Dad. It can’t be enough. You fucking as hell missed my prom night. You do really expect me to rejoice when I see you?” There, that’s right. The pitch in my voice throws everyone off guard. The lady stares with her mouth in an ‘O' likewise Irene. I huff a long string of breath to show how pissed off I am. “You even ignored all my damn calls….” “Kid, I was in a meeting, that’s the reason I couldn’t pick up.” He interrupts me but I put a gap between us and walk away. “Soothe yourself, dad,” I utter from over my shoulder. I bang my room door with a heavy force, my heart meandering in my chest knowing the drama I pulled off will definitely get him annoyed. And, don’t even get me started on how my skimpy dress had him drooling. I made him get the impression that I’m pissed at him so he'll come running to me. And then…I’ll use that opportunity to seduce him into my trap. I’m just getting started, dad. You don’t know what I plan for you. ^ ^ ^