Chapter 9 I Enjoy Teasing My Stepfather

Emma

I feel the wave of embarrassment wash over me as I step out of his room. He slams the door to my face. I bat my eyelids, feeling a rush of anger flowing through my veins.

Like a child whose candy was snatched, I stamp my feet in frustration, groaning in pain.

His rejection makes me feel worse but I won't back down.

My gaze drops down to my body, I specifically bought this nightie for this purpose.

I remember walking into a lingerie boutique downtown to get a new set of lingerie.

The boutique had lots of items, making it difficult to chose from the arrarys of sexy lingerie.

As I stroll pass shelves and glass counters, nothing caught my attention. Making me wonder if I had made a terrible decision to shop here.

Just as I take a step, moving to another section in the boutique. My steps falter the moment my gaze fell on a mannequin with the most sensual nightie I have ever seen, hung on it delicately.

The alluring charm it exuded was difficult to ignore. I move in quick steps as though if I delay any further, another shopper will snatch it from my grasp.

I ran my fingers through the sheer silken material. It shimmers under the soft light in the boutique.

Without further delay, I was smiling at the attendant, swiping my credit card without giving a damn about the price tag.

I saunter out of the boutique with the shopping bag swinging in my hand. A smug smile tugging at my lips.

I could hear wheels move in my head as several plans formed.

Knox. My wicked fantasy.

He is the reason why I spent a whooping $800 on a nightie when I could easily go for those sold for $100.

But it seems my efforts are not getting the desired result.

A deep sigh escapes my lips, glaring at the door, I whirl around, furious.

I storm into my room, banging the door shut. I lean on my door. Loose strands of hair fell on my face. I puffed out air in frustration and pulled the strands away.

Just when I feel I have the upper hand.The bulge straining through his towel shows I have a strong effect on him.

At that moment,he recoils from it, sending me out of his room. I could still feel the sting of his rejection.

He wants me, I know it. The way his gaze lingers on my breast before roaming my body, says it all.

Heat and a wanton desire for Knox made me wet down there. The cold air streaming through the open window did little to cool my nerves.

I just want him, I groan as I sit on my bed. And then my eyes catch the sleek laptop on my nightstand.

I narrow my eyes, before dragging them away. I should be working on a report that I will submit to the campaign team in the morning.

Rather the thoughts of Knox consume me. I need to do something as I feel a crazy urge pooling down there.

I lift the silky nightie up to my waist. I did not bother to wear any panties. Because I thought Knox would fall for my advances.

And then, I spread my thigh wide apart. I run my fingers lightly across my thigh, feeling the warmth of my skin.

I want it badly, using my index finger, I dip it into my soft wet pussy. I can feel my juice pouring on my finger as I circulate it around my clit.

I threw my head back as a warm feeling washed over me. A low, throaty moan escapes my lips, and then I pump two fingers in and out, faster for a release.

The release and satisfaction lasted for a brief moment. Sliding my fingers out, my juice coats my fingers.

A sultry picture of Knox licking my juice off my fingers plays in my head. Instead I slid my tongue over them, the alluring taste hit my tongue.

I stood up and tug my nightie down and then I lay on my bed. Hoping that sleep will stop me from thinking about Knox.

I keep turning and tossing on my bed until I succumb to sleep. The world around me fades.

The first flicker of a dream brushes my mind. Standing in the shower stall, water pours down my body. I run my fingers through my hair as it soaks up water.

I turn it off and wrap a towel around my wet body. I step out of the shower and wrap my hand around the doorknob, pushing the door open.

As I walked into my room, Knox was standing there, with his back to me.

"Knox," I called softly, surprise filling my face.

He never comes to my room. What is he doing here?

Slowly, he turns around in a deliberate and unhurried way.

A smile slants his lips. He strides across the room towards me. And stand so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his breath.

He raises his fingers to my face that has droplets of water.

The gentle graze of his finger on my face sent me tiltering on the brink of pleasure and wild desire.

A spark of untamed yearning explodes between my thighs as his thumb traced the fine lines of my full lips.

"Knox," I croak, my voice betrays the irresistible pull he has on me. "What are you doing?"

His eyes twinkled with a dark craving. He drops his hand and brings his lips so close to mine. "I know you want me," his husky voice rides my senses into oblivion.

Before I can utter a word, he carries me, my feet leave the floor and the towel loses its grip and falls to the cold floor.

Naked in his arms, he takes me to my bed, the sheet remains rumpled and messy.

My hand reached out to cup his face as he dropped me down on my bed with the gentliest care.

His gaze roams my naked body, his eyes gleaming in hunger. Knox bends his head, he takes my lips in a wild kiss.

My fingers moved from his face down to his shirtless torso in needy strokes. As our lips tangle in wild desire.

His fingers traced my thighs, in obedience, I spread them wide. I feel so hot, dying for his fingers to sink in and drive me with reckless intensity.

A shiver runs through my body as I guide his fingers to my wet spot. And as he inches to bury his fingers into my wetness.

The loud blare of my alarm pierces through my mind, waking me up. But the dream doesn't let go.