*A Dom/ Whatever POV*
Definitely M rating!
Shattered windshield, dents and scratches. This all came to my mind as I jogged down the stairs and took a seat across from my father at the kitchen table.
The frustration got to me as of to how I'd pay for it while I ran my hands up and down my scalp feeling the stubble against my calloused palms.
"I'm guessing Letty stayed the night?"
The silence seemed to linger as my father finally drew his eyes from the morning paper to look at me. The smirk couldn't stay off my face as I stretched my arms above my head and made a yawn. A smile appeared over him as he shook his head, a laugh tumbling from his mouth as he glances back to the paper in front of him.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs makes his face go serious as he puts a finger to his lips indicating for me to be quiet and to act normal, as if he didn't know that Letty stayed the night.
The dark curls of her hair are placed into a messy bun while her body is hidden in my large button up dress shirt. She pulls her glasses to her face as she walks into the kitchen, taking a seat on the counter top next to the rumbling coffee pot. Her eyes are trained on the now full cup in her hands as she avoids eye contact with my father.
My shirt rises to the tops of her thighs as she sways against the counter top, hinting at the short, black boy cut underwear she was wearing under it. As I glance up from my chair the material continues to flash in my direction.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, and put my head onto the table trying to avoid any sort of arousal coming my way from Letty's "innocent" flashing of her lacy panties. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as Letty seems to know the effect she had just put on me.
My father slowly lifts himself from the table, hearing his back and shoulders cracking in the process causes Letty to snap her legs closed and she slides her way down the counter heading to the now empty seat where my Dad was sitting across from me.
My head remains on the table, trying to block out any inappropriate thoughts while my father remains in the presence of the kitchen casually looking out the window while drinking his morning coffee. "What's wrong Dominic? You seem frustrated." The words she speaks to me seem to roll off her tongue in slow motion as I feel the heel of her foot start to press into the top of my thigh next to my now oncoming erection.
I lift my eyes up to meet hers, dark and filled with an emotion I couldn't identify. I reach my hand down to her foot squeezing harshly, but not enough to cause her pain. She eases up on the pressure against my thigh but keeps her foot there. I let out a groan which I thought was silent until my Dad turned from the window to glance at us both. Letty's eyes seemed to widen at me as she quickly brought her foot down from my lap, taking a large gulp of her coffee to hide her nervousness.
"Leticia?" Her full name being said brought back last night in flashes across her mind, and how I used it to intimidate her well being. It took her a minute to process what was going on and who was talking to her until she glanced up at my Dad, "Yeah Tony?" Her voice seemed to hitch a little higher than normal and I knew she was thinking of last night as soon as she heard her name being spoken.
He didn't respond to her but instead pulled out what looked like clothing from one of the kitchen cupboards and walked to where we were sitting at the table. He placed the articles down on the table and Letty seemed to tense as she glanced at her bra and spandex laying in front of her. "Next time you guys have sex, you should learn to pick up after each other. Interesting bruises by the way." Letty makes eye contact with me as hurries to put her wrists into her lap. The pressure from the zip ties causing nice purple bruises after cutting into her skin.
