Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
5
Marcus
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I pour rice into the frying pan and flip the chicken a few times over the bed of pilaf. I’m not much of a chef, but chicken and rice I can handle. I even added some steamed broccoli for variety, and it’s a beautiful bright green. I was thinking of having both Faith and Bella as my dinner companions tonight, but that changed after I found the dildo. Now, I’m glad my daughter is working because it’ll make this handoff a lot more interesting.
The doorbell rings, and immediately, adrenalin surges through my veins. How does she do this to me? I turn off the stove and wipe my hands on a towel before striding to the door.
Bella is standing on our porch, still in her tight blue cropped t-shirt and black jeans. I love the Crème look because they allow their girls to dress how they like, so long as they put an apron on over it. But now that she’s off work, I can see the outfit perfectly. The fabric hugs her curves, emphasizing that lush cleavage and her wide hips. Of course, this is nothing compared to her nude body and pendulous breasts from last night, but it’s still an amazing view.
“Hi Mr. Randall,” Bella chirps cheerily, her eyes a bit too bright. “Thanks for having me over!”
“Hey, Bells, come in. And please, don’t you think it’s time you started calling me Marcus?”
She steps inside, and her skin is flushed a lovely shade of creamy pink. I didn’t mean to embarrass her, but still, the situation before us is quite unique. This was my excuse to get Bella alone and I’m glad she actually agreed to come over.
The door shuts and she shuffles her feet nervously in the foyer.
“Um, sure, Marcus, I can do that. So, uh, where’s my…”
“Dildo?” I interrupt with a sly smile. “You can say the word. It’s not dirty.”
She blushes fire-engine red, and I like it.
“It feels dirty though,” she whispers.
I grin, my veins already pulsing with fire. “Say it, honey. It won’t kill you. Repeat after me: ‘Do you have my dildo?’”
Her skin is scarlet now, but it’s fetching all the same. Her brown eyes open wide and her lips move, but they don’t emit any sound.
“Louder, baby. I want to hear it.”
“Dildo,” Bella whispers. “Do you have my dildo, Daddy?”
I stand star-struck for a moment. Wow, adding “Daddy” at the end makes my cock harden until it’s almost painful and a smile crosses my features.
“I sure do, honey. But come on in, and we’ll talk about what you were doing under my roof with the toy.”
She swallows heavily, and follows me into the kitchen, her curvy form trembling.
“I made some chicken and rice for dinner,” I call over my shoulder. “It’s ready, if you’d like some.”
She swallows again.
“I really should go, Marcus. After I grab my stuff, that is.”
“No, sweetheart, stay for a bit. I think you’ll enjoy the food.”
Bella bites her lip and glances towards the now-closed front door. I can practically see the battle in her mind. She wants to stay, but is also embarrassed and wondering how much more embarrassing things can get. But I can tell she’s intrigued and hungry too, as her stomach rumbles faintly.
“Okay, sure,” she finally murmurs. “That sounds good.”
I act like nothing’s wrong.
“Perfect. Why don’t you take a seat on the couch and I’ll bring a couple plates in?”
Bella nods again and makes her way to the living room. Faith and I usually eat at the kitchen table, but I want Bella to feel more comfortable. Sometimes, eating in front of the TV takes the atmosphere down a notch. But before I serve the food, I bring out two wineglasses.
“Don’t tell your parents,” I wink. “But I know you and Faith have had alcohol a time or two. I’ll supervise you this time.”
Her eyes widen. “It’s not often, I swear! We’re not party girls or anything like that. We’re actually really into the sober life.”
I grin.
“It’s okay. Faith knows I don’t mind as long as she’s safe, and I trust my daughter. The more you make something forbidden or taboo, the more your child will want it, anyways.”
“Thanks, Marcus,” Bella says in a low voice before reaching for a wine glass. Then, she takes a tentative sip of the cabernet. “Wow, that’s really good.”
I nod, my voice smooth.
“I picked it up on my last flight to Italy. Just give me a minute to grab the chicken, and I’ll tell you more about the vintage.”
I plate the food and then join Bella on the couch. She takes the steaming dish from my hands, looking at the chicken hungrily.
“Thank you so much, Marcus. It’s really generous of you to have me over for dinner. I wasn’t expecting this.”
“I’m glad you’re here, and it’s no problem at all. I eat alone pretty much every night when I’m flying, and now Faith works most nights at the diner, so even when I’m home, I’m usually by myself. It’s nice to have company for a change.”