My Hot Stepfather novel Chapter 21

Vanilla

I was tossing in my bed feeling bored and to be honest I missed Dave so much. I missed the way we used to talk to each other and hang out together. I felt so empty and I felt my life was horribly boring. Something important was missing and sure it was him.

Days had gone since I had stumbled and broke my legs. It was going normal, Dave was checking on me every day. Going to his company and then coming back at dinner talking to me is less than normal. Just a few words as if it was his way to punish me and yes he succeeded actually for making me feel awful about what I did and what I have said to him.

But for a couple of weeks, I was doing my best to seduce him but nothing happened and even trying to talk to him as we used to do as father and daughter didn’t work as well. Something was broken as if there was a huge wall between us.

But I didn’t surrender, I was strong-headed as much as he was stubborn.

But thank god he came early that day, while I was reading a book. A mature novel, to be honest, I wanted to enlighten myself with the basics of BDSM stuff and somehow it hooked me up. I thought it was something bad but I liked the idea of having many positions and different ways of sexual stuff. I liked being kinky and a pet to my daddy and I realized that having a sugar daddy wasn't that bad actually. To have someone care about you and your desires and spoil you in real life or shower you with gifts wasn't something would hurt my dignity. But it was sort of a way to show me how much he appreciated me.

And he already was doing all of that. He buys me everything, he is the one who always pays and buys me anything I want. So there was nothing new, especially that I was somehow cringing and kinky with him even as a daughter.

Dave knocked on my door, and I let him come in. I adjusted myself and hid the book under the covers. He narrowed his eyes asking me in curiosity “what are you doing?”

I grinned evilly “reading! I feel so bored, I want to hang out.”

He nodded and said, “okay, I will let the driver…”

But I shouted at him all of sudden “what’s wrong with you? You will let the driver carry me?” I want to spend some time with him, not with the driver. I missed him so much. I wanted to talk to him. I was so angry and I guess he felt so that’s why he didn’t scold me for yelling at him.

“what do you want?” he asked me gently and sat next to me in bed.

I pouted my lips pulling myself closer to him “nothing.” God, I missed his body scent and his manly cologne. I wanted to throw my head to his chest and hug him instantly.

I pursed my lips flickering my eyes lashes seductively pleading “um dad, could you please cook for me?”

He raised his brow and glared at me for a while silently then he smiled back and nodded “okay, I can do that I guess. Are you hungry?”