Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 16: Project Assistance

Mila's pov

Though it was muffled by Everett's ear, I could hear Mr. Williams' distinct voice gruffly ordering his son to come back.

"It's time to go," he said, "Don't disturb the family any longer."

I felt relieved that Everett would have to leave soon. After hanging up, he glared at me, his face gloomy and then said, "I won't easily let this slide. Tell me who the other guy is now." He pointed at the pavement, gritting his teeth.

The thrill of knowing his father was the other man made me shiver in excitement. Something wild inside of me wanted to reveal it but then the secret we had was tantalizing enough.

I scoffed then exclaimed, "He’s someone you could never compare to!"

Everett's face fell and then he scowled.

"You slut. I knew that was why you’ve been avoiding me.”

I laughed quietly to myself. His insults meant nothing to me. If anything, they made me more coy, especially when he used the same term his father had for me. His innocence and lack of experience couldn’t keep up with me.

He continued sulking like a child as we walked back to my house. When we returned, Everett was sullen but knew it was best to step away from me. Then Mr. Williams pulled me aside.

"You still need to complete that procurement plan."

Cursing under my breath, I realized it was almost due and I'd barely started. I knew I'd have to work all night. After bidding them goodbye, I dashed upstairs to my room, putting my head down and diligently plodding.

It wasn’t as easy as I expected, however. The previous assistant had drawn the plan up before, but I couldn't completely understand. I had to text Mr. Williams to see if he could decipher it for me.

Me: I'm not sure what to do. These notes are garbled. What is the structure you want for this report?

Mr. Williams: Bribing the examiner requires some proof of identity.

I snapped a photo and sent it.

Me: Photo attached.

The picture was just of me sitting on my bed in my sweatshirt and yoga pants, with barely a smile. He didn't respond to that. That led me to believe my picture wasn't enticing enough for him. I'd have to come up with something better.

So, I went to the kitchen to look for that apron. Just as I was grabbing one, my mom rounded the corner and bumped into me. Jumping in surprise, I widened my eyes as my heart leapt in my throat. Furtively, I stuffed the apron into my sweatshirt pocket.

"Mila," she said, gasping with her eyebrows raised. "What are you doing in the kitchen at this hour?"

"I'm just getting some juice." I glanced at her hoping she'd leave. She briefly kept eye contact but then turned away.

"Okay, well good night."

Sighing in relief, I raced up the stairs and locked my door. After removing all my clothing, I draped the apron on me, hoisting the neck strap and tying it tightly over my firm tits. I wanted to show a little bit of them on the side and my cleavage.

Clumsily, I set up my phone and hit the record button. First, I began by sitting on the bed, posing with my hands on my knees, like a prim and proper girl. Then I touched my lip innocently and kissed the camera, my fingers slowly pulling the bottom of the apron to reveal my naked pussy underneath.

The video was probably enough but I wanted to go further so I snapped a few photos. One was of me bent over, facing the camera and pointing to my ass. Then I took one of myself holding my vibrator with my tits squeezing them together to hold it in.

I sent all three within seconds of each other hoping to get a quick reaction. I really wanted to get this project over and done with, but all this posing was turning me on. If he didn't respond soon, I'd have to wait and that could only lead to one thing...

His prompt reply led me to believe he approved highly. Imagining him seeing me had me glued to my phone, waiting if he’d sent me something back in the same vein.

As I laid on my bed, I fantasized about what he felt when he saw my pictures. Would he be gently stroking his dick through his pants first or did he head straight for the zipper yanking it out through the hole? Did it make him drip and yearn like me?

As I thought about him rubbing himself to my photos, my core surged, and I bounced my knees. When I moved to the side a wet imprint remained on my blanket from my pussy.

Even though he had sent me the information, I couldn't concentrate until I had release. Leaning back, keeping the apron on, I slowly moved my hand down between my legs. As soon as I stroked myself, I arched back in pleasure.

Closing my eyes, I gasped, feeling my heart pounding as I soaked my finger using my juices. I sluiced then ran my sopping finger over my clit, adding the extra lubrication. Picturing Mr. Williams jerking off his big cock, bent over, staring at my pictures made me soaked. I wanted to make him come hard.

I leaned into the bed rubbing faster now. My pussy lips were becoming engorged along with my clit. As each circular motion increased, I knew this was going to be a big one. Imagining him watching me, staring at my tits, then shoving his cock in my throat made me whimper in delight. Shaking and twitching, my breathing picked up.

Rocking my pelvis upward, I moved into my own hand and fingers, then reached up to my left tit. I gently pinched my nipple, causing it to become erect. Flicking it, I felt extra pleasure between my legs. The bed was creaking as I leaned into my own hand, wishing it was Mr. Williams' cock instead.

Thinking about his tip on my lips, I rubbed them with my wetness trying to relive the times we'd fucked around before. Sucking on my index finger, I recalled when Mr. Williams did the same earlier while I was in the kitchen.

I was closer... it was only going to be a few more seconds now. I couldn't hold back, lightly moaning as my core tightened. My pussy twitched and toes curled. I was nearly contracting when the phone rang. It jarred me out of my fantasy world as I stared at the flashing screen.

Breathlessly, my mind was finally able to put together that it was Mr. Williams. Clutching the phone, I swiped up to answer it. I hoped we could come together.

"Mr. Williams," I said, panting. “Are you as close as I am?” I was quivering, praying he’d say yes so I could hear his moans.

"Mila, you are not allowed to reward yourself with an orgasm tonight."

I held my breath in disappointment.

"Do as I say, and I promise to give you something better."