On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 12

The next day.

Hazel pulled out of her room and ascended the spacious stairs, wearing a bright smile and a nice outfit that complemented her looks and exposed some side of her belly. As usual, some part of her belly would always want to be seen.

She smiled inwardly as she kept thinking about a few words she had with Axel the night before.

“I don’t want you stuck in pleasure, momma. You are too young for this.” It does sound like he stole away from her the pleasure her body needed, however, it eased her mind knowing that he wanted her to be the good girl she used to be, and that alone proved to her that he was not just interested in teasing her and bringing her orgasm.

As usual, the walk down the stairs was quite draining, but she managed to pull down without tripping, like before.

“Good morning,” she greeted one of the maids that were a bit older than the rest, and the not-so-old lady greeted her with a bow.

“Young master requests that you eat and wait for him.” He ushered her to the dining hall and she nodded before advancing into the dining hall.

She took a seat on the spacious, well-gold-decorated dining table and slightly munched on her food as the thought of Axel clogged her mind.

She wondered why he wanted her to wait for him.

Hazel was done with her meal when Axel walked in.

He visited the dining hall first, and as commanded, she was peacefully waiting for him.

“Good morning, baby girl.” He walked majestically into the dining hall, his both hands in his coat pocket.

Although his face had this gentle glow, he still had his cold expression on. If his voice were not soft, Hazel would have thought that she was in grave trouble. However, his cold expression portrayed his commanding aura.

“Good morning.” She smiled softly and dabbed her mouth with the tissue paper on the table before disposing of it in the trash can that was situated at the west part of the gigantic dining hall.

He stretched his hands wide open, which meant just one thing—that he needed a hug from her.

Shyly, she walked closer to him and fell into his arms, while his hands wrapped around her small body.

Although it was a little bit awkward, she liked the feeling that came from being in his arms—the feeling of peace and solace.

His hands found her ass, and he squeezed it slightly. His entire body stiffened as he felt his shaft struggle for an extended amount of time.

“Go away, you might run late for work,” she pushed him off, and he chuckled.

“I still need to get you to school first, so I am not close to being late,” he replied softly, and she stood for a while before recalling what he meant. Her heart missed a beat the moment she was able to recall what he said, the wetness in her pussy had suddenly dried off, and she swallowed hard.

“Sch… school?” she asked like it was the first time she was hearing of that.

“Yes, school.” His hand resumed its position, and his commanding aura was back with its scary cold expression.

“But… I can go to school myself.” She was quite surprised, and she wondered why he suddenly wanted to take her to school.

“The city is terrible, you can’t go by yourself today.”

“But I always go with a driver…” she tried to protest, but he cut her off immediately.

“Then I wish to take you there today.” He returned.

Hazel felt her heart cringe at the thought of Armstrong would feel.

“But you…”

“No long talk, momma. Get into the car.” His voice had suddenly developed this sternness, and Hazel knew not to drag with him.

She gulped down nothing, and without saying a word, she walked out of the house through the exit door, slumped into the car, and he drove out.

The ride from the house to the school was quite far, and although it was, Hazel only thought about what to say to Armstrong and what his reaction would be when he found out that she had been living with Axel all this while.

Three Hours Later.

Hazel knew that she was down for when the paparazzi came out requesting to have some speech with their favorite idol. Although Axel was able to shrug past them and take her into the school, they were still able to capture her face.

She was sitting down in the library, reading her favorite book, when Armstrong and Tracy walked in, looking all dangerous.

She swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was happening.

“Can you explain this?” Armstrong shoved out his phone to her, and she swallowed hard before reading the headlines.

“Popular Fashion CEO and the Most Charming Idol of the ARXA group was seen dropping a lady at the gate of Crystal University. Could they be a thing?”

Hazel gulped down nothing for the umpteenth time as she randomly stole side glances at Tracy, who had a whole lot of emotions on her face.

“Answer me!” he suddenly yelled from nowhere, and she shrieked in fear.

“What do you care!” she snapped at him, and he scratched the nape of his neck before moving closer to her.

“Let me have the bottle,” he let out calmly as he made to get the bottle from her, but she stopped him by placing her hands on his chest and trying to push him off.

“Go away. Don’t you dare touch me.” She rasped, and he scoffed inwardly.

He pulled the bottle, which eventually came crashing down, away from her hands, then pulled her closer to himself.

“Stay away from me! I hate you, I do not want you close!” she roared out and pulled away as tears suddenly began to burn at the brim of her eyes. She was too much of a strong girl, so crying was not in her book; rather, she blinked it back.

Axel felt his heart twitch at the utterance of those words. But he was rather a strong guy.

“Why do you even think that I would do that?” His eyes bored a nice amount of holes into hers as they both stood in the bar, staring wildly as if they could devour each other.

“I do not care if you do not wish to stay away from me, but I want you to stay away from me, stay away. It is all your fault, all your fault that Armstrong already sees me as a cheap girl!” she yelled out, and he inhaled softly.

Now he understood why she was hurting, and he wouldn’t spare that son of a bitch for hurting her this way.

“I am not the reason your body is,” he replied to her, and she cringed angrily.

“Go ahead, call me cheap, call me all sorts of names also, but I do not also want to see you!” His words hurt her more deeply than the ones she heard from Armstrong; however, he didn’t mean it that way.

“I have heard you, I have heard that you do not want me close, that you do not want me to come closer to you, but what I have not heard is that you do not want me to touch you.” His voice was in-between hard and calm, and it sent the required amount of sparkles that he wanted into her body.

Soft words sure go with his intonation, and it made her forget about the pain she felt from his words and Armstrong’s words.

With that, he moved a step closer to her, and she took in his soft cologne—the one that brought to her pussy some quantity of heat and wetness.

In a soft voice, he began.

“I have heard that you do not want me close, but what I have not heard is that you do not like my touch, that you do not like how my touch makes you bask in pleasure, that you do not like the feeling my tongue and hand bring to you, that you do not want me to spread ‘em legs wide and shove my tongue into it, those are what I haven’t heard, momma.” He walked closer to her and gripped the upper part of her chin, and her knees buckled at the inviting pleasure, and the intense glare that they both resumed.

“Look me in the eyes, momma. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you do not want me to lap and lick greedily on your plate.” His left hand sank in by the waist, and she thrilled at the pleasure that visited her body just from his mere words and intense glare.

In a soft voice, one that was barely above a whisper, she let out.

“Make me scream, Daddy, please.”