Daddy's Little Angel novel Chapter 33

The rain had always seem to bring me calm in the most dire situations. I would always stay by my window and listen to the howl of the wind, as I watch the sky turn dark with no light in sight other than the faint pinkish and grey hues from when the thunder and lighting decides to make an attempt at a kiss.

Today was different. It was storming out, but rather than being calm, my mind was swirling up a storm of it's own that could almost match that of which was happening outside my window.

How could something you want be so close but beyond reach at the same time?

I wanted him, he is just a room away from me but yet, unreachable.

I should think of getting married? He wants me to be happy?

I can't be happy without him.

I didn't realize I had unconsciously began to walk to his room till I found my self knocking on his door. It was like being spell bound. Before I could make an escape, the door flung open revealing a shirtless,tone muscled man with ruffled hair who had a towel hanging around his neck. He was my only focus. Thought of what his body would feel like on mine consumed me. Many more ran around my mind setting my body on fire like a wild bush. So engrossed in my canal fantasy was I, that I didn't register my father asking me a question till he snapped his fingers in front of me.

"Angel what's wrong, you got me worried for a second. You were just standing but not realy here. Why are you here by the way?" He asked.

"Dad..." I breathed out slowly, not knowing why I actually said it or why I actually came knocking on his room door.

"What is wrong Angel? " he asked, drawing me close to him in an embrace which did nothing to quench my needs to pounce on him.

"Can I sleep here with you tonight? I don't want to be alone." I said in a tiny voice. Sounding like a little girl. Comical seeing a 21 year old act this way.

Series of chuckles resonated deeply from his chest shaking my core. I placed my ears on his chest, close to his heart just to listen to his heart beat has he held me tighter.

"Isn't this ironic? My little fire cracker isn't scared of the storm is she?" He asked in a mockery tone, has he played with my hair.

"Shut it, I am not little. I am a grown up woman." I replied trying to cover up the fact that I'm flustered.

"Yea, yea, sure you are." He said with an eye roll.

"But you never countered the fact that you are scared though, so I'll take that as a yes." He concluded.

"Whatever" I mumbled, pressing my face to his chest. Making him laugh heartily. Music is all I can describe it has, the sound of his laughs were soothing my storming heart in ways in which the thunderstorm couldn't.

"Would you let me in now before my butt freezes" I asked with an eye roll pretending to be angry.

"That wouldn't be a surprise with how little you're wearing." He said as he took in my appearance.

"Angel, how many times do I have to tell you to put on something other than thongs and sports bra ?" He asked, face palming himself as he shook his head.

"Many more times dad...many more times." I said as I distangled my self from him to move into his room and save me from a chastisement. As I turned my back to him, I felt him right behind me hands on my waist making me forget how to breath for a second.

"Angel..."He drawled out.

"Hmm?..." I replied as I tried not to moan at his closeness, his breath fanning my neck. He can't go around doing things like this and expect me to stay still.

"Put on something to keep warm." He said.

"I am not cold." I countered.

Aleast not in that sense my subconscious whispered.

"Put on my shirt at least, for my sake." he whispered into my ear.

"Does my lack of clothes affect you?" I asked, turning to face him but not really looking at him anticipating his answer.

"It's just that I worry you may catch a cold." "Look at your arm, goose bumps are starting to form." he said rubbing on my bare shoulder trying to calm the bumps down.

I had to bite down on my lips to stops the sounds that wanted to burst forth. Is he truly just obnoxious or is this all intentional? Why is he torturing me so?

"Angel, you have to tell me what's wrong, you've been spacing out quite often" he sounded worried.

"Nothing, I'm just exhausted. I'll go take one of your shirt and go to bed. Good night" I said pecking him on the cheek as I made my way to his walk in closet and he headed to bed.

I came back to bed and just stood right in front of him like a kid that was about to throw a tantrum.

He felt my presence and opened his eyes raising an eye brow at me.

"Angel, I thought we agreed you'd put on one of my shirt? Why are you still exposed?" He questioned.

I didn't respond, just kept looking at the floor as I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Baby what's wrong? You've been acting strange." I heard him say as I felt him move closer to the edge of the bed to get closer to me.

I just shook my head and kept chewing on my lip.

"Hey, now, take it easy on the lips young Lady..."

"We don't want this beauty to bleed now do we?" He asked as he reached out to ease my lip from my teeth's grasp massaging it slowly.

"Angel, why didn't you pick one of the shirt in my closet?" He asked as he cupped my face in his hand making me close my eyes in bliss.

I moved closer to him, and him seeing my move, decided to pull me to sit on his lap.

He began to shaking his head slowly with a amused smile which turned to a fill blown laugh as he saw my curious look which made me pout and caused him to chuckle.

"Oh Angel, you are a full grown woman but yet manage to pull off being a child with ease with the way you throw tantrums. You're such a big ass baby." He said flicking my nose making me make a sound of displeasure.

"So you don't want to talk?" He asked.

Seriously I wanted to. But I don't know what happened, I just forgot how to. I was enjoying this babying and hearing him laugh and talk like old times, it made me want to listen rather than talk.

"Can I have the top you're wearing?" I finally found my voice to speak.

"Oh and she talks!." He exclaimed.

"Touch me please...I beg you." I said, looking at him pleadingly.

"Angel, I can't...I won't, it not right" he told me.

"Just this once please. I need you."I bargained.

" No." He firmly stated.

I started to pull at the top I was wearing, getting rid of it. Next was my spot bra.

"Angel what do you think you are doing?" He asked sounding alarmed.

I paid him no mind and took it off, then next was my thong.

And I was bare for him to see. The only problem was he wasn't looking.

I move to him. Forcing him to look at me. He did look, but only at my eyes.

I was frustrated. I kissed him with a rush, feverishly, but he didn't respond ,so I stopped, feeling foolish and self-conscious. I didn't know I had started crying till I saw him wipe at my cheek.

"Shh don't cry." He cooed.

"Why, why won't you touch me? Here I am as bare as the day I was born, yet you refuse me. What I'm I lacking?. I asked in tears.

"Nothing , God, you lack nothing Angel, any man would kill to have you like this.

" That's the problem! I don't want them, I want you and you don't want me! Why!" I wailed.

" If only you knew how much you test my restraint." He whispered. But I heard.

"It's a lie. You lie." I countered.

"I'll never lie...not to you. Ever." He assured.

"Prove it, stop holding back." I challenged.

"I can't." He said sounding defeated.

"You can, I promise it's just this once. And I'll move one. Please." I persuaded.

"I watched him close his eyes as he took in deep breath, hands closed into a fist. He was battling within himself. Rationale over passion. And by the time he opened his eyes I knew what side had won.

The last thing that my mind registered was his words before he moved me to lie on the bed as he overed above me and slowly consumed me.

"You should have ran"