Seducing My Dad’s Best Friend

“Mnnn—Yes!—Arghhh!”

My dad’s best friend had both of my hands held with handcuffs at the head of his bed. My legs were tied with ropes to the ceiling, leaving them hanging in the air for my dad’s best friend to have easy access to my pussy.

He glanced at me. A smile of pleasure escaped his lips, one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how hard I was about to get brutally fucked!

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Shimma’s POV

The bell rang.

“And that’s it for today. Make sure to read your history textbook for your upcoming final exams. Have a lovely weekend,” Mrs. Roberta, our history teacher, said.

Before she could finish her statement, students had already bolted out of their seats and left the class.

I looked out the window. It was raining heavily. Today, of all days, I came without my car.

My boyfriend, Blake, was going to give me a ride home. But where was Blake?

“You’re not in class. Where are you?” I texted.

Immediately, my phone started ringing.

“Uh, Shimma… I’m sorry, but I went home earlier.”

“It’s raining, and I didn’t bring my car,” I said, slipping my fingers into my hair in frustration.

“I’m taking Carla home.” He finally confessed.

“What the act—” Before I could finish my statement, he ended the call.

Carla was his ex. What was he doing with her? Fear ran through me like a nasty cold, and I shivered.

I dialed my dad.

On the third ring, he picked up, but it wasn’t my dad talking; it was Mattias, his best friend.

“Shimma, your dad is in a conference briefing. He’ll be busy for the next six hours.”

His voice was deep and low and so fucking sexy.

“Uh—okay,” I answered, stuttering. The man’s voice alone was enough to turn me on.

“Do you have an urgent message for him?”

“I’m in college. It’s raining, and I didn’t bring my car.”

“I’ll come and get you. Wait.”

I wanted to ask how long I should wait, but he ended the call. Did he even know what college I attended?

I waited outside in the reception area for thirty minutes. I called again, but there was no response. My teeth were already clenched, and my body felt too cold. My fingers were freezing.

I waited thirty minutes more. An hour had gone by.

I was certain my father’s best friend had forgotten about me.

I headed out into the rain after securing my phone in my purse.

The raindrops were hard, like tiny hailstones.

“Shimma!” I heard someone yelling.

The red Ferrari was hard to miss, and Mattias was sitting behind the wheel.

I forgot about my undying sexual attraction and ran to the car in search of warmth. I opened the door and sighed when I was finally under a roof.

“You’re wet.” He said, and instantly, I felt heat spread between my legs. I pressed my thighs together and swallowed hard.

I was wet from the rain alone, but the moment he spoke, I felt the wetness in my pussy. I cursed softly under my breath.

“You were the one who made me wait an entire hour. I thought you forgot to come.”

“Is that anger I hear?” He asked. His tone held amusement, but his eyes were cold… too cold.

“N-no, sir,” I said.

He drove off, and I sat there in silence, playing with my fingers to keep myself distracted.

He pulled up in front of his big gate, signaling his gate guard to open it.

“Why did you bring me to your house?” I asked.

I couldn’t stand being alone with Mr. Mattias, not in this freezing weather, not when I was this horny just from his presence.

“Your parents won’t be coming home tonight. Stay here tonight. I can’t leave you at home all by yourself,” he said. His deep voice was assertive and commanding.

“I’m 20,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“No, sir.”

“I think you just did.”

“I’m sorry.”

His brows crinkled, but he chose to let my slip-up slide.

He opened the door and exited. I hurried behind him. He handed his car keys to a young man, who went ahead to park the car properly.

I watched him push the door open after unlocking it with his thumbprint. He walked into the living room, and I followed behind him.

It was almost dark inside, except for the small lamp that was on.

“Come with me,” he said to me in his baritone voice. I clamped my legs together as my pussy throbbed.

“Get a hold of yourself, Shimma,” I whispered, biting my lower lip and holding back the urge.

He paused and turned to me.

“What?” He asked, his brows drawn together.

“No, nothing,” I said, almost in a moan.

He cleared his throat and continued walking up the stairs, and I followed.

“This is your room. You can take a warm bath, and when you’re done, come downstairs for dinner.” He turned on the light in my room so I could see properly.

I watched his eyes run down to my perky boobs, popping out of my white shirt that had become see-through because of the rain, making my hard nipples too visible.

I watched an emotion cross his sea-blue eyes, but something made him look away, and he cleared his throat awkwardly again.

“I’ll make you some tea,” he said as I watched him leave.

This was my third time dialing Blake’s number, but he wasn’t responding. He barely ever missed my calls.

I was done taking a warm shower and was now feeling much better. I looked at my dripping wet uniform. I couldn’t wear it again. What should I do?

“Here’s your cup of tea.” I heard Mr. Mattias say. He was standing by the door with a tray.

“And why haven’t you changed your clothes yet?” he questioned.

I guessed I must have made him uncomfortable because my towel could barely cover my thighs.

“My clothes are drenched. I have nothing else to wear.” I said, clutching my towel tightly.

“I got you some clothes on my way to pick you up. Drink your tea and join me at the table.” He pointed to the closet.

I noticed that the whole time Mr. Mattias spoke to me, he could barely look at me. Why? Why couldn’t he stand the sight of me wrapped in a towel?

“Buzz!”

I turned to where I had left my phone to check who the caller was.

It was Blake.

“Hey, I saw your missed call,” he said bluntly.

“Why are you sounding so cold? I called to know why you left me to go home in the rain. What is wrong with you lately?”

I caught myself yelling. Gosh, I didn’t want Mr. Mattias to hear me, but damn, I couldn’t control the rage burning inside me.

“Quit yelling at me and listen. Look, Shimma! I don’t think this whole bullshit between us should go on. I’m done.”

“Done?” I wasn’t sure I had heard Blake right.

He was breaking up with me!