Their Italian Kitten

/Anything he wants/

: )

KIMBERLY

If there was something I knew about men, they never liked to talk about their making out with the girl they had made out with and so I got up on my feet after Asif had wiped my mouth clean and excused myself; I was livid with excitement but I did not want him to see that.

I wanted to act aloof because if this was going to head anywhere, I needed to always act disinterested or at least that is what I have heard.

It was as though Hassan was waiting for the opening of the door because he appeared at my side observing me with disappointed eyes.

"You scared me, Hassan" I said as I tried to walk away from him

"I scared you? You have been with my father in his enclosed space all day and that did not scare you?" He asked

"Why should it? You heard him... we were discussing your sister's birthday. He wants to surprise her and is asking for my opinion"

Hassan began laughing which stopped me in my tracks as I stared at him like he had definitely lost his mind. I wondered what was funny and why he was looking at me like that

"You must be a fucking fool to think that my father needs anyone's opinion in anything. You were there just for his pleasure and amusement and this is what he does, he will try to make you believe that he needs your help and then before you figure it out, you are on your knees and sucking his cock"

I blushed furiously as the thought of what he and I had just done clouded my mind, I had been on my knees alright sucking his cock and it had tasted heavenly.

Hassan was watching my face and I heard him gasp before I realized that my face must have given away what I had just been thinking about

"You already did it, didn't you?" He stated, his eyes showing rage

"I do not think that what I do with anyone is any of your business, Hassan" I told him, walking away.

There was no way I wanted to have any conversation about me sucking his father's cock and especially not with him.

"You will not turn away from me, Kimberly or I swear to Allah..."

"What are you going to do?" I snapped, turning to him with all the hatred I could muster displayed on my face

"Wouldn't Azeena want to know what her best friend has been up to all day with her own father" He threatened

"You wouldn't" I gasped, my eyes pleading

"You and I are going to have a conversation tomorrow like we agreed and we shall see if this is going to stay between us" He told me and then brushed by me

I hurried to the guest restroom and rinsed my mouth with water, hooked my bra and straightened my rumpled skirt before staring at myself in the mirror.

Two weeks ago, I was suffering from a heartbreak and being bullied by Hassan and I had promised myself that I would focus on my studies, graduate and getting a fucking job.

"What the hell are you doing, Kimberly" I screamed at my reflected self in the mirror but she just screamed back, not providing me answers.

The sound of Azeena's voice drew me out of my misery. She was going to figure out immediately that something was wrong if I did not get myself together and then Hassan need not threaten me with telling her because I was going to spill by myself.

"Fuck" I muttered as I rinsed my face again and hoped she was only excited about the shopping and did not notice my mood.

I slipped out of the restroom and went up to her room where she had dropped so many bags

"Zeena" I called out

"Coming, I need to get this pee out of my vagina before I explode" She screamed back from the toilet

I waited, twirling my fingers as I thought about Asif who had not come out of his office since we...

"I am back and before you ask me how the shopping went... it was stressful but I got everything I need" she said

"Show me" I smiled at her

We walked back to the bed as she emptied bags after bags until we were trying out everything ranging from clothes to shoes and squealing as we fell over ourselves with laughter.

A knock interrupted our fun and my heart flew to my throat as I saw Hassan enter, he had this look in his eyes

"Sister, you seem to be having fun with Kimberly" He said

He looked over at me, pinning me with an intense stare and a knowing smile on his face

"We are and I hope you are not here to spoil our fun with your horrible bully self" Azeena replied, rolling her eyes at me

I smiled tightly while I continued staring at Hassan; we were exchanging knowing looks but mine was filled with pleas.

"Not at all. In fact I have come to tell you both that dinner is ready and your presence is needed" he said

Azeena thanked him and then told him to get out of her room. He spared me one last glance and a small smile before he disappeared behind the door, allowing the breath I had been holding to whoosh out of my lungs.

"Was that weird?" She asked as she closed the door

"What?" I asked back

"Hassan never invites me down for dinner and now he is doing that?" She said

"Maybe he is trying to make amends"

If only she knew. I was going to make sure she never found out about what was going on and the meeting with Hassan tomorrow was going to determine that.

I was going to do whatever he wanted just so I could keep this away from Zeena forever