TABOO novel Chapter 32

DADDY DOM

" Who exactly are we waiting for?" I asked my best friend, Sasha, as we stood outside the shopping Mart. 

" My dad." She responded absentmindedly, scrolling through her phone with a scowl on her face. 

  Sasha and I have been best friends since we were sixteen. We attended the same highschool and magically we found ourselves in the same college. That seemed to strengthen our friendship more and we stayed in the same apartment in college. She's a nice girl, too nice for me because I liked her father. I wanted to fuck her father. 

  It all started when I just turned 19. Sasha and I had a sleepover in her home and during midnight when I skipped out of Sasha's room to get a bottle of water for the both of us, I saw Mr. Emerson shirtless. For a second there, I died in my spot. He was the most sexy man I've ever seen. I knew I shouldn't want my friend's father but I couldn't help myself. And sometimes when Sasha wasn't staring, I always stared at her father in a way I shouldn't stare at my best friend's father. 

  I've always had a thing for older men. Some people might call it a habit or an obsession, but it's something more than that. Since I entered puberty, I've always dated and craved older men. I'm 20 now and up till this age, I've dated only older guys, guys who are older than me with 10-15 years. Guys who I'm supposed to call Uncle. 

  But there's always a saying: The older, the better. And I don't doubt it either. Older guys treated me better than how my friends' younger boyfriends treated them. They know how to spend, take care of you, and even know how to make you feel good in bed. And that's a fact. Especially if he turns out to be a Daddy Dom. I've only been with one Daddy Dom, although the experience didn't turn out great, he was pretty good in bed. 

  And ever since I saw Sasha's father shirtless for the first time, I've imagined him dominate me in bed, with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded as he fucked my mouth. It was nasty, dirty, and shameless, I knew that, but that didn't seem to stop me from lusting over my best friend's father. 

   Sasha's mother, Lauren, divorced her father, Carl, about three years ago. Sasha lived with her father because of the relationship they had together. Her father was her male best friend. He treated her better than my own father ever treated me. Carl Emerson was a good man. He always treated me like his own daughter and even stared at me like one and fuck, if it didn't piss me off. 

  I've had sex with Carl In my head and I've even imagined him spanking me till my butt hurt, but yet there was a slight possibility he was ever gonna be mine. He probably thought I was too young for him. I've seen his current girlfriend, some lawyer chick who Sasha and I hated. At least both of us with different reasons. 

" What's taking your dad so long?" I asked, pulling down the tip of my black baseball hat. 

  It was summer and the weather wasn't friendly. I was wearing ripped Jean shorts and a halter neck lemon colored top without a bra. Sasha was wearing biker shorts and a light long sleeve white shirt. It was Saturday, and Sasha and I decided to go shopping today for our sleepover tonight. I was sleeping over at her place and I was excited. Excited that if I could play my card well, I could have my best friend's father's cock in my mouth and pussy, with his hand all over my body. 

" Probably traffic. God, I hate LA sometimes." She said, thrusting her phone into her fanny pack. 

   I chuckled, holding tight to the shopping bags in my hands. 

" You still on for the sleepover, right? I don't want you bailing on me tonight. I heard that snotty bitch is coming over tonight. She's spending the night." Sasha said, scoffing.

" Your daddy's girlfriend?"

" Yeah. She's like every other girl. A gold fucking digger."

  I bit my lip, cursing within myself. Of all the nights, tonight happened to be the night Carl's girlfriend decided to come spend the night. God, I hated her more. She was older than me and Sasha, probably in her late twenties. She was maybe nice, I didn't give a shit, and I hated her for having to fuck the man that I wanted. The man I couldn't stop thinking about. 

  A black signature Lexus pulled up in front of us. The driver's side door opened and Carl Emerson stepped out of the vehicle, looking sexier than ever. He was wearing a white dress shirt, tucked in his black pants, and well polished dress shoes. The man was extremely sexy. He looked like he just walked out of a Vogue magazine. His hair was gelled black with his five 0'clock shadow. His eyes are a deep gray, his hair hazel brown, and his lips full. God I'd give anything to have his lips taste my cunt. 

  He smiled at us, taking his time to stare at me longer than usual.

" Hey girls." He smiled at his daughter and hugged her. 

" Hey, Karen." Carl said to me, with his arms still around his daughter.

  I smiled. " Hi, Mr. Emerson."

" Sorry I took too long." He cleared his throat when his eyes raked down my body for a second, lingering on my creamy thighs for too long. 

" I just need to get out of here." Sasha groaned and walked past her dad.

  She opened the trunk and dropped the bags inside. I dropped mine too and she shut it. We entered the car, with Sasha in the front and me in the backseat. 

  The ride was awkward, with Carl sneaking glances at me from his rearview mirror. I bit my lip, tucking my hair behind my ear as I stared at this man in the driver's seat. My baseball cap is long off my head, with the loose strands slapping against my face every second it gets. 

  Sasha wasn't paying attention to what was happening between her father and I. She stared at her phone, smiling and giggling at Instagram photos. 

 I couldn't get the idea of Sasha's father checking me out before I slid into his car or his constant gaze on my body from the driver's seat. 

" Why does your girlfriend have to spend the night tonight?" Sasha asked all of a sudden as Carl's gaze snapped away from my tits. 

  He cleared his throat. 

" You need to learn to like her, Sasha. She's not bad." Carl said. 

" I don't care. I'm just wondering why she had to spend the night. Karen and I are having a sleepover tonight." Sasha said. 

  I bit my lip, with my thumb scrolling through my phone as I pretended as if I wasn't listening to their conversation. 

" You girls are having a sleepover?" Carl asked, sneaking a glance at me through the rearview.