I try to tell her she’s about to make me cum, but she doesn't let up. Fuck she has me wrapped around her fucking finger already and she doesn't even know it yet.
“Lillian,”
I say through clenched teeth as I release my load into her mouth, I shove her head down so I can feel the back of her throat. Once I know I've released everything I pull out of her mouth.
She looks up at me and the next thing she does catches me off guard, she smiles and swallows every last bit I release into her mouth. Fuck.
“It’s time to wake up Master Malith.”
I hear her say, but in Cylus's voice.
My eyes fly open, and I feel my underwear and they seem to be cold. No way, I just had a wet dream about her. I look in my boxers and sure as shit I see my cum all over them.
“FUCK”
I say aloud and rush to the restroom.
What has she done to me?
Lillian
I woke up the next morning, with the thoughts of last night still replaying in my head. I groan as my phone goes off with the reminder of the study session we have with the girls. I get out of my bed and walk to the restroom and start the shower. I undress and get into the shower letting the water run down my back.
I stood there thinking about Adonis, and what Mary and Liz told me. I know what they said is true, he isn’t Maxwell, and I know that. Maxwell and I ended on the worst terms imaginable. I caught him sleeping with another woman and he had the audacity to tell me it was my fault because he couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to get hard for me.
The real reason I think is because I wouldn’t put out, I’m glad I didn’t give my first time to an asshole like that. I sigh and wash my hair letting the water just run. I found some peace here. I get out of the shower and start to get dressed in a cute pair of leggings and a nice Sea Blue blouse that shows the girls a bit and I slip on my favorite white Converse. I do my hair and put it in a high ponytail. I look at myself in the mirror and nod; yup, this is as good as it's going to get.
I walked downstairs and see my mother and sister. My mom, a culinary arts teacher at our local high school, is more than likely grading papers on her laptop, and my sister is making herself breakfast. My sister was the prettier one out of us, both skinny and small, just like the men around here like. But oh, if they knew the secrets that lay hidden within this family, they wouldn't think she was oh-so-perfect anymore. She's been through more relationships than I have, and yet she still manages to belittle me.
“Where are you off, too?”
she asked me. My mom, now paying attention, looked up at me.
“Really, Lillian? That's what you're going out in.”
She looked me up and down with a hint of disgust. My mother was also petite, not skinny like my sister, but good-looking.
“Yes mom, I am going out like this. I’m meeting up with Mary and Elizabeth.”
“Phew, for a moment there I thought you were meeting up with a guy.”
My sister sneers in the back and I clenched my fist.
“Oh, sweety don’t joke with your sister like that. You know how rather,”
She pauses.
“Sensitive she can be.”
It's always been like this since my dad died when I was 16. He was the most amazing man in this world. My father is Korean, and my mother is Hispanic. Once he passed, she tried to get rid of our Korean heritage, but I refused.
My father was the glue in this family, and when he passed the glue was no longer holding us together. I am always the odd one out. Always the one to be left behind during events or looked down upon.
I look at my mother and sister and think to myself how disappointed our dad would be with them right now.
“That reminds me, I heard you got home rather late last night. Where were you?”
My mother asks me and my sister scoffs, I can feel myself becoming more and more heated and maybe that's why I let it slip.
