why must stella be so teasing? i know she doesn't try to be; she is totally unaware of what she does to me. she stands beside me, her knee high socks barely doing anything but still looking so sexy; her playsuit with the lollipops all over, so short that her panties are visible; long hair pulled into tails on either side of her pretty little head.
"ah, so this is the famous mr styles i have heard so much about, hm?" stella's father asks, smiling as he shakes my hand.
"it's a pleasure, mr grobella," i return the smile. i learnt not too long ago that stella's surname is grobella, and i think it's adorable.
stella grobella.
"oh, no. the pleasure is all ours," stella's mother leans into her husband's side, smiling warmly at me. i am shown where to sit, and as if a silent prayer had been answered, i am placed alongside stella. she sits next to me, excitement evident in her sparkling doe eyes. the diners' chatter consists of business affairs, something i am not at all interested in. stella doesn't seem to be either, as she stares off into the distance and routinely brings her fork to her lips.
"so, is my daughter being good for you?" i choke at mr grobella's words, jumping away from the table. several bodies surround me comfortingly as i cough and splutter, half laughing at what mr grobella had said. i feel my stella's hands on my back, rubbing circles soothingly.
"sorry, mr grobella. food went down the wrong way. what was it that you asked?" i return to my seat, winking at my baby girl.
mr grobella chuckles, "i said, is stella behaving in class? no problems?"
i had completely forgotten about being stella's 'teacher'.
"no, she's an angel," i say, smirking. it was true; she was an angel. it felt as if she had been sent from heaven to rescue me. rescue me from this hell and take me to our own heaven. just stella and i.
"oh, good girl, stella. our baby doesn't have much trouble with school. you're a good student and a fast learner, aren't you, chickpea?" mrs grobella beams at stella and she nods, grinning from ear to ear. how i wished to be the cause of that smile. the other guests continue their conversations, as mr grobella leaves for the bathroom. mrs grobella turns away to chat with one of mr grobella's colleagues and i take that as a chance to have some fun. my hand settles on stella's thigh, just above the seam of her sock. i slowly rub circles on her smooth skin, still eating whilst i do so.
"daddy, what are you doing?" my baby girl asks, then squeals when my hand wanders further.
"i'm making sure you enjoy yourself. is something wrong with that, kitten?" i tease, a smile playing at stella's lips. she shakes her head as i make my hand travel higher along her creamy thigh, my erection growing from just the delicate contact.
"daddy, it's a little strange. i feel like this is wrong, but it feels good and i don't want you to stop," my princess whispers, and I almost moan when she bites her lip. she remains staring at me when i remove my hand, quietly whining at the loss of contact. this innocent thing is too perfect. i love it.
"we have other times, baby girl. other times when it is you and me," i whisper in her ear. and i mean it. some way or another, i am going to find a way to be with my little darling.
* * *
"again, thankyou so much for looking after stella, mr styles. she has been saying she has problems in class, so i'm glad you're available," mr grobella shakes my hand as i enter their house for the second time. i know stella said this, as i was the one who told her to.
- earlier
i walked into the grocer's, nothing but stella on my mind. as if it was destiny, i saw her sitting on a counter next to the apricots, sucking on a lollipop. as i made my way over to her, she looked up and grinned at me, giving a small wave.
"baby, how are you?" i asked, resting my hands on her thighs as i stood between her long legs.
"i'm good, daddy. how are you?" the name i loved so much tumbled out of her mouth with ease.
"i'm excellent. and i've been thinking. if you tell your parents you're having trouble at school, i can come and 'tutor' you. it's only if you want to, it's totally up to you. so, what do you say?" i smirked as she bit her bottom lip in thought.
"well, okay. only because it means i get to see you," she blushed, as my heart fluttered at her words. my baby doll wanted to see me. this was great!
"okay, kitten. I suppose i will get a call from your parents then," i leaned in and kissed her cheek, making them turn scarlet red.
-
it was an added bonus that they would be gone for a night.
"it's really not a problem, mr grobella. my students are my priority, and if one of them is having trouble, it's my responsibility to help them," i smile. what a load of bullshit. but he bought it.
"i like a man with his priorities in order," mr grobella pats his hand on my shoulder.
"well, honey, we better get going, the train leaves in thirty minutes," mrs grobella ushers her husband out the door, turning and calling out, "thankyou so much!"
no problem.
"oh, stella?" i call out to my kitten. she bounds down the stairs in just a towel, that is wrapped around her body. it reaches just below the top of her thighs, and it is tight around her mid-section. my breath hitches and my length twitches as she walks over to me, kissing my cheek.
"hi, daddy," she squeals in excitement.
boy, was this going to be torturous.
kill me it's so cringe. I'm basically going through and swapping cringey moments for better wording and stuff hahahahaha
Thankyou for reading!
xx
-brych
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