Chapter 10 - Awkward

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"I'm glad you are feeling better now Sam," Gemma said.

I nodded, "Yeah. I'm a lot better thanks to dadd .... I mean your dad."

It was the first time in over five days that all of us were sitting together and eating a meal. In those five days Andy and I had been together every second and I had called him nothing but daddy. It now just rolled off the tongue so easily. I saw him tense for a moment.

"I told you so!" Gemma laughed.

"Hopefully now you can start cleaning up Gemma's room," Andy laughed.

"Dad I'm not that bad," Gemma replied, "Go on Sam! I'm not that bad am I?"

"Errr," I stuttered.

"I told you so," Andy sung.

"Shut up!" Gemma laughed, "Anyway I better get going to work. Love you both."

She kissed both mine and Andy's cheeks before picking up her bag from the counter and running to the door. As soon as it clicked shut, Andy grabbed my face and smashed his lips onto mine. He gripped me so hard with such hunger.

"Jesus Christ! The things you do to me!" Andy cried.

"The things you have done to me daddy," I giggled.

He smiled, "Come with me baby."

He took my hand and led me into his bedroom. He went to his bedside cabinet and pulled out a package and handed it to me. I smiled. It was wrapped in brown paper and string. He knew how old fashioned I could be. I carefully unwrapped the package to see a black maids outfit with white elbow length cuffs and .... fucking fish net stocking.

"I...I...I don't know what to say," I breathed.

"Try it on," he encouraged.

"Only if you turn around," I teased.

He sighed but did as I requested. I shrugged off the night shirt before pulling on the dress. Holy shit it was tight. It came up half way down my thigh and my breasts bulged out of it to the point I couldn't get the buttons done up. The white collar created a v shape to my breasts, making them more of an eye target. I then pulled on the stockings that came just short of the dress hem meaning that a strip of skin was showing on my thighs. I slowly turned around to see him already looking at me. His semi slowly becoming a full erection.

"Fuck me," he whispered.

I bit my lip, "Sorry daddy but I have cleaning to do."

"Do you?" He mumbled.

"And you have work," I continued

"No I don't recall that I do," he mumbled, still mesmerised at my breasts.

I laughed, "Excuse me daddy."

I walked past him, my shoulder brushing his. I made my way across the hall to Gemma's room where I loudly put on the 50 shades of grey album. Dancing to the music I cleared away all the clothes from Gemma's floor, sorting them into washing pile and clothes that can just be hung up again. I then proceeded to organise her notes on her desk, fully aware that Andy was watching me from the study. I slowly pulled open the dress a little more and I saw his jaw clench. I had never done this before. I got up and closed the door, leaning against it while trying to catch my breath. I distracted myself by making Gemma's bed and dusting her room. I flung open the curtain and windows to let in the air and marvelled at my handy work. I had never seen her room so clear.

"Damn you are a woman of many talents."

I turned round to see Andy looking at me, "Well I was coming to dust the study in about an hour when I've done the hoovering."

"I have a better idea," he whispered.

Andy stepped closer to me and tried to kiss me. I pulled away, "I'm busy."

I left the room and left him standing there. Jesus Christ I fucking wanted him but I couldn't. It was way too fun. Plus I actually had to clean this place before I lost my mind. Cleaning was the one thing I could immerse myself in and forget about everything. As I hoovered over the next hour and a half, I could feel Andy's eyes on me as I moved. I knew what he wanted and I was damn close to giving in.

When I was preparing the food on the side I could feel his eyes following me as he watched from the breakfast bar. I had my music on and couldn't help but shake my arse as I worked. Knowing he was watching me and knowing I turned him on made me turned on. Whenever I wanted to I could give in and let him take me. He was right. As a submissive I held the power right now.

His study was full of medical journals and literature books, all worn and battered. Many looked like they had been past down through generations. I marvelled at the shelves as I carefully dusted the books. The main feature was his sleek black desk which stood perfectly central in the room. His silver Apple Mac sat on top. He had a small black desk lamp on the edge of the desk and, other than a stack of papers, the desk was clear.

"You are as obsessive as me," I said.

He stood in the doorway, smiling, "Not quite."

"I think so," I replied.

"God I just want to rip you out that damn thing!" He moaned.

"I have to clean!" I argued.

"Fuck that!"

He grabbed my body and pick me up in a furious passion. He slammed me against the book shelves as he almost ripped apart my underwear and unbuttoned his jeans. God it was just kissing and he got me panting. He pushed into me with one swift movement and we both moaned at the feeling we had been craving all day. Slowly we carried ourselves into the living room where clothing removing became a necessity. I hungrily yanked off his top before he unbuttoned my dress and pulled it off me. He then buried his face in my breast, kissing and caressing them with his tongue and lips. I groaned and moaned as my insides turned to liquid from this man's touch.

"Holy shit daddy!" I moaned.

He flipped me so I was under him on the sofa. He then slowly began to thrust himself in and out of me, each one becoming smoother as his touch liquified me. I harshly ripped open his shirt, wanting to see more of his body that I adored so fucking much. He yanked off his shirt before picking up his tie and harshly tied it around my wrists and threw them above my head. I moaned the word daddy louder and with more passion as I drew closer and closer to my climax.

"God daddy! Don't stop!" I cried.

"What the fuck?"

We stopped. My need heightened but the climax drew away. We turned to see Gemma in the doorway.

"What the fuck is wrong with both of you!" She screamed.

"Gemma! Wait I..."

"Shut up Sam! Just shut the fuck up!" She yelled.

She ran out the room. I was left empty as Andy pulled out of me, dressed and ran after her without glancing back. I couldn't move from where I laid. All I could do was cry over the loss of my best friend and my boyfriend. And cry I did.

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