His daughter and I were once the best of friends. Closer than thieves and tighter than a knitted scarf. And then I fucked up big time.
A mistake that created the greatest distance between us and led to a deep grudge against me.
He wants to make me...
I had to go through the silent crying, shedding tears of anguish while being held by the man who scared me the most in the world. What a life I was living. If I thought he was the worst, Lori had become the devil's devil. How could she hurt our family dog? The present she had sent me was one of Han's digital pads. I pressed my fist on my heart as the image of Han losing a part of his body scorched my chest. The pain was too much. The grief was too heavy.
I wanted to storm out of Gale's bedroom and rush into Lori's. But what would I do to her? How could the daughter of a mere baron go up against the archduke's sister-in-law? The feeling of being helpless and weak was more maddening than anything I had ever felt. It hadn't been an issue in my past years, but seeing Lori flaunting her power just to scare me, made me want to make a deal with Lucifer himself.
My sniffles were barely audible under the pillow I was crashing on my face. I didn't want my tears to get to Gale's arm, so I let them soak in his pillow instead. Not like he would notice. The beddings were changed every day.
What kind of person would hurt an innocent dog for no reason? The evil kind. She even dared to write me a note, hoping I'd get better so I could leave the house. What would happen if I didn't? While that was unknown, I had a strong feeling I knew what would happen to me if I ran away. Gale wasn't the kind of person to let things slide. And I knew better than anyone else.
So this was the feeling they spoke of; being stuck between a rock and a hard place without any way out!
Gawd! It hurt so much. Was it better to just end things by the easiest way possible, removing my existence from this world? But then again, Gale wouldn't let my family be at peace if I did such a thing.
'What am I to do?' I whimpered in my mind as more tears came flowing out. They left my eyes hurting so much, but the pain was incomparable to the devastation I was going through.
"...warm... it's so soft," Gale's sleepy murmur interrupted my depressed thoughts and his arms embraced me even firmly. He was still sleeping so soundly while I was here crying my blood out just so I would wake him. What time was it? I didn't know for I had fallen in and out of sleep for the better part of the night.
He held me so tightly that breathing became a little difficult. I wriggled just a little to loosen his arms, but suddenly froze upon feeling a familiar hardness pressed dangerously right above my ass. There was no mistaking it for anything else. Gale Grayson, the archduke of Alabama, my best friend's dad, the devil in my story, was erect while cuddling me.
Like a board, my body stiffened and my wrecked thoughts momentarily paused as new ones emerged. "G-Gale?" I whispered trying to move my ass away from his loins. I tapped his arm as well, but, no response. "Gale?" Silence.
When creating a distance between our lower regions became impossible, I came up with a wilder idea. All I had to do was position his thing in a way that it wouldn't smash so much on my butt, right? 'You don't mean anything else,' I comforted myself as my left hand slid between my back, following my spine until I reached the loose band of Gale's shorts. A cloud of doubt shrouded my senses. Leaving me wondering if I'd suffer any consequences when Gale feels my hand.
Just to be sure, I patted his arm with my free hand while calling his name.
His silence offered me the assurance I so much needed before proceeding with my initial plan. Crossing his band, my palm came in contact with his prickly pubes. Fear and bewilderment electrified me to the last nerve in my body. What was I doing touching a grown man's pubes? 'Such a pervert!' I scolded myself.
Just a little lower. My shaking hand went even lower past Gale's pubes until the base of his cock was in my reach. As if measuring his length, I slowly climbed the shaft one beat at a time so as not to wake Gale. Shit! It was longer than my palm. And why was I noting such a crazy thing in my head? Was I so depressed that I was deriving some pleasure from touching my best friend's dad's firm cock?
Its tip was facing downward, which was the major cause of my discomfort. I had to adjust it to face Gale's chest. As if feeling him up, my hand got to the crown of his cock. "...mmm...goo...at feels go..." He mumbled and unconsciously made a faint thrust forward. As his cock slid in the grasp of my hand, my lungs grew numb all of a sudden.
I went still, maybe a little too still from the ache arising in my left arm.
This man had just given himself a taste of a handjob using my innocent hand. Oh, the horror. The sexy arousing horror of it. For a second, I forgot it was Gale and just envisioned him as just another man. In my line of work, I had developed a weird kink; I loved teasing men's cock till they cried to be set free. And this right here, was the closest thing I had to making Gale 'suffer'.
Overwhelmed by the desire to be my old self and be carefree, I made my first stroke while paying a keen ear to his breathing or any mumbling. If he awoke and found me giving him a handjob, that would probably be the last day I'd use my hand.
Another stroke. Silence. A third stroke. Gale moaned sleepily.
Gaining confidence from his low moans of pleasure, I began stroking his cock like I would with the intention of making him cum. Yes! I wanted him to wake up with his shorts damp so he'll be stressed over what he did to cum in his sleep. This was my first stab of vengeance.
Up and down my hand moved, using his precum as lubrication to spare him any soreness which would have him suspicious.
The more I stroked Jim, the more his cock seemed to fill up with life. When was the last time he fucked someone? I wondered, secretly judging him.
His sleepy groans grew deeper and his breaths thinned. Even in his sleep, his body was preparing for an orgasm. And the more I stroked his shaft, the more his breathing shifted. Without any extra effort, Gale came. "Nghh!" He groaned grabbing me to himself while the rest of him quaked as his cum spurt on my palm and wrist.
Only when I tore my concentration from him did I realize how heavy I was breathing and just how hot my body burned. I was fully aroused. So deep into the pleasure pool that I almost made moans of my own after he had cum. 'Let's see how you'll face me tomorrow,' I sneered retreating my cum-stained hand.
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***Fanning myself because of the chapter I've just written(H&C-Maya is begging for some diiiick) 🤤🤤🥴🥵***
