Remind Her ✓

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 6

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༻𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐯༺

I walked into the house unannounced and saw Oridan sitting on the sofa, looking at maps.

He placed them onto the coffee table near a glass bowl of orange slices, "Goodmorning flower."

I didn't expect that greeting. If anything, I expected him to yell or even ask me where I've been.

"Morning papa," I whispered.

He patted the empty space on the couch beside him and I sat.

"Want a slice?" he asked.

"Sure," I said hesitantly, and reached to grab one myself, but he tapped my hand gently as a no.

He placed one to my lips himself instead and rested the delicious fruit on my tongue.

"Mmm?"

I nodded, chewing, "Mhm."

I looked at the juices running down his fingers and imagined it as my own. I was aching to beg him to lick it.

He placed his two wet fingers to my mouth after I swallowed, and by instinct, I licked them.

I almost stopped when I caught myself, but he shook his head, "Keep going, flower, until every last drop is savored."

The huskiness of his voice enticed me and I sucked his thick fingers obediently.

I was beginning to believe this was a dream. Was he really allowing me to do this?

"Papa..." I whispered feverishly, and I could have swore I saw lust in his eyes.

His dark irises traveled down to my cleavage, "You still need your bath, miss Gloria."

I had already bathed at Iven's, but he didn't know.

I stood fastly, "R-right. I'll handle that."

"I'll take your clothes," he said.

Was this really Oridan?

I couldn't complain, but it felt so different.

I unbuttoned my already busty blouse and tugged my corset past my waist.

His eyes widened when he saw the bare womanhood between my legs.

"Flower. Why do you shave it?"

For Iven, I thought.

"I...I just do," I answered.

"You should let it free," he said and clasped his hands between his spread knees, studying the way I stood.

"You like it that way?" I asked bashfully, and my area immediately pooled with want.

He rubbed the stubble on the side of his chin, "I do. I love it bushy..."

A string of orgasm left my entrance and fell to his polished floor.

"...and juicy," he finished.

I bit my lip, and he stood, towering over me as he pinched one of my nipples.

My mouth fell open.

"You want papa, don't you?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Master to you," he corrected and sat me down on the coffee table.

He got on his knees between my legs and began to unzip his pants.