Mr. Forbidden, Please Take Me Novel – Why do I always do to this to myself? I popped a piece of salty popcorn into my mouth and glanced over at Daddy. He watched the screen intently as his lips closed around a chilled bottle of beer. I should have been watching the movie too, but it was impossible not to imagine his mouth doing other things, things I had no right to think about.
Scary movies were his favorite, not mine. He’d watch a new one almost every night before going to bed. Slashers, monsters, psychos, all of them. Not that he was scary, like at all. He was the nicest guy I knew. He wasn’t really my dad actually, but he’d lived with us long enough that I had a hard time thinking of him as anything else. It’d been, what, five, six years now? Long enough for one hell of a crush to develop. It was horrible, since I couldn’t do anything about it.
I refused to date anyone all through high school, since they weren’t him. He was my stepfather, so it wasn’t like I could ask him out. So here I was, eighteen and still a virgin, knowing I was off to college in the fall, and with no idea what to do with myself. Or us. I hated horror movies, but I loved him, which is why night after night, I’d sit through his creepy movies. I loved how they gave me an excuse to cuddle up with him during the scary scenes, which as far as I was concerned, was most of them.
It was kinda embarrassing, really, how much the movies freaked me out. I wasn’t a little girl anymore. It’s not like I didn’t know it was all make believe. Even still, there was always that part in my brain, where the most basic instincts hid, that I couldn’t control. Tonight’s movie was as terrifying as the rest. As usual, some young girl was all alone in the dark, exploring some old house while her friends were exploring other parts of it.
Sounds like Scooby Doo, right? Only Scooby Doo never had a crazed slasher hiding the darkness whose idea of a good time was to cut you open and… well, stuff I don’t even want to think about. Weird noises and creepy music built up as she approached a curtain. All I could think was, “Don’t pull it, don’t pull it!” Of course she did, and there was nothing there. There never is, but I knew the real scream was just around the corner.
She turned and there he was, just as lightning flashed outside. That was it. I screamed loud enough that I startled Dad, then scrambled across the couch in a panic to cling to him like plastic wrap, my eyes shut tight. I whimpered, but when I’m terrified, I’m not proud. I wrapped my arms around his broad torso as far as I could, and pressed my face against his hard chest, holding on to him for dear life. “Hold me.” Not a request, that was a demand.
He chuckled, a sound that rumbled in my ear. “Why do you watch these movies when they freak you out so much?” He put his arms around me and held me tight, and that was why I watched, even if I couldn’t tell him. I loved his warmth, the feeling of him next to me. His pajamas were soft and loose enough that I could feel every contour of his hard body, even if there were some spots I didn’t dare touch. Could he feel me the same way? I’d taken to wearing only a t-shirt and panties in the evenings, hoping to entice him.
I knew I shouldn’t, that I should just forget about it, but I found myself doing it anyway. He noticed. The way his gaze followed me when he thought I wasn’t looking made that obvious, but he was too decent of a guy to ever make a move. At least I imagined that was what held him back. Maybe he just disapproved. Chapter 2 His hands were always properly placed, around my waist or on my arms, kept well away from the spots I really wanted them, like sliding up to cup my breasts, or down to the curve of my ass.
Hell, he could drive his hand right into my panties and I would totally let him. Of course, he never did. I liked to check out his bulge. With my head against his chest, I could look right down at it without it being obvious, and I did. Even the loose pants couldn’t fully hide what was under there, and sometimes, when I rubbed my breasts against him, or shifted my thigh so it went over his leg, I saw it grow.
Not a lot, but the fabric lifted just a little as he firmed up, thickened. Whenever that happened, I licked my lips and wondered what it’d feel like in my mouth, or my pussy. I was always wet when we cuddled. My body knew what I wanted as much as I did, and I wanted him so badly. I’d stopped caring how wrong it was a long time ago, but there was no way he’d ever cross the line.
Even now, wrapped around him, clutching his shirt, his hand only settled on my back and held me close. I sighed. The movie ended just before midnight. Dad peeled me gently off him, stood and yawned with a stretch. “Man, I’m knackered. I’m heading to bed. You coming?” He extended his hand. I wanted to believe he was asking me to join him, but I knew better. Mom was on another of her business trips. We hardly saw her anymore, it felt like. I suspected that all was not well with their relationship, but th