Chapter 4
Rats are my worst nightmare in this world. I hate seeing them anywhere near me, whether big or small. Whenever one pops up, a wave of sickening panic instantly washes over my entire body because I always feel like the filthy creature is going to leap forward, attack me, and bite into my skin.
Driven by sheer, blind terror, I practically flew down the dimly lit hallway in my skimpy, silk nightgown. I rushed straight to my parents' bedroom door and pounded on the wood with both fists, knocking violently while trying to catch my breath.
"Daddy! Open the door! Daddy!" I cried out, my voice trembling with helpless fear.
The very next second, the lock clicked loudly, and my stepdad opened the door.
He stood there in his sleeping shorts, looking thoroughly concerned as I frantically stepped past him into the warmth of their bedroom.
He closed the door and turned around to face me, his eyes taking in my shaking frame and my chest heaving rapidly beneath the thin fabric.
"What is the problem, Isabella?" he asked.
"I saw a rat in my room!" I replied, still panicking, my hands clutching at the silk of my nightgown as I shuddered. I looked up at him with wide, teary eyes and added, "Didn't you see it when you were cleaning my room?"
My stepdad rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely apologetic. "I killed the one I saw while I was dusting. I didn't know there was another one hiding in there. I'm so sorry, my princess."
I shook my head vigorously, the terror of that creature still fresh in my mind. "Where am I going to sleep now?" I asked, my voice laced with distress. "I can't sleep in that room anymore. Absolutely not tonight!"
My mom, who was sitting up in the middle of their massive king-sized bed, adjusted her headwrap and looked over at me sympathetically. "You can sleep in the sitting room on the long couch."
"The sitting room?" I asked, my voice rising in disbelief as I stared at her. "What if it comes attacking me in the middle of the night out there?"
Seeing how terrified I truly was, my dad stepped closer and looked at my mother before making a firm decision. "You can sleep on our bed," he said warmly. "You will be completely safe with us here."
My mom didn't object at all. In fact, she smiled gently, patting the mattress next to her and shifting her body over to create space. "It's okay, sweetheart, you can come and sleep with us," she said, welcoming me up. "Come to the center."
Hearing those words brought an instant flood of relief, and I felt genuinely happy. It had been such a long time since I last slept on their bed, back when I was just a little girl who ran into their room during severe thunderstorms.
I hurriedly climbed onto the high, soft mattress and laid down right in the center.
My stepdad climbed onto his side of the bed.
He lay right beside me, taking up his position on my right, just like he used to do when I was small.
Lying there safely sandwiched between them, I felt like a little girl all over again, completely sheltered from every bad thing in the world.
"I hope you can sleep comfortably now," my stepdad said, leaning slightly over to gently rub my cheek with the back of his warm fingers.
I turned my head toward him, looking into his eyes in the faint light, and smiled softly at him. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."
He pulled the heavy, soft bedsheets all the way up over our shoulders, tucking us in up to our necks.
Then, he reached over to the bedside nightstand and clicked off the main overhead light, leaving only the soft, glowing blue night lamp illuminated in the corner of the large room.
The cool air from the air conditioner filled the space, making the heavy blanket feel amazingly comfortable.
Within minutes, the exhaustion from my long journey and the terrifying rat encounter caught up with me, and I drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up, feeling a warm heat radiating against the right side of my body. My mind was still hazy with sleep, but as I gradually came to my senses, I realized that I had shifted much closer to my stepdad than I was when we first laid down.
One of his large, heavy arms was resting casually across my back.
Even through the thin layer of my silk nightgown, I could feel the deep, radiating warmth coming directly from his broad chest and muscular legs.
I didn't pull away. In fact, I loved the feeling.
It made a strange, thrilling electric shiver run straight down my spine, and deep down, I instantly wanted more of it.
Silently, taking quiet, slow breaths so I wouldn't wake up my mother sleeping on my left side, I began to move. I shifted my hips inch by inch, slowly sliding myself backward across the smooth bedsheets until my body was in direct, full contact with his.
My stepdad was lying comfortably on his side, facing my direction.
Because of the way I angled myself, my bare back and the full, curved weight of my ass pressed firmly against the front of his body.
I could feel every line of his hard chest pressed flush against me, his warm breath against the back of my neck.
The next second, his heavy arm naturally reacted to my movement. He adjusted his position, draping his arm fully over my waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Feeling his warm hand on my waist sent a surge of hot pleasure straight through my veins.
I squirmed slightly, pushing myself back even more against him, deliberately pressing every single inch of my curves right into his firm body until there was absolutely no space left between us.
I was completely enveloped by his heat, his rich cologne, and his powerful hold. I bit my lower lip, a satisfied, hidden smile spreading across my face as I gently closed my eyes. It was, without a doubt, the best feeling in the entire world.
In that quiet, dark room, surrounded by his strength, a wicked, forbidden thought consumed my mind: I wished he was my husband. I wished I could have him all to myself, every single night, without having to hide or pretend.
I let out a soft, contented sigh, sinking deeper into the warmth of his embrace, ready to fall back into a dream about him.
Suddenly, beneath the covers, right against the thin silk of my nightgown and the soft lace of my panties, I felt something solid, thick, and burning hot poking against the center of my ass.
My eyes snapped wide open in absolute shock, all the sleepiness instantly evaporating from my mind.
The room was deathly quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner, but my heart was now beating so violently against my ribs I thought it would burst. I lay completely frozen, barely daring to breathe.
I didn't need any prophet to tell me what that stiff, growing hardness pressing so intimately against my ass was my step daddy's dick.