“You know, I’m eighteen years old so my father shouldn’t get the right to treat me as he would a child. I’m allowed to make my own choices.” She pouts back against her seat.
“He will, soon enough. There are lessons that you need to be taught that your father can simply never teach you. That’s exactly why you’re here, with me.” I tell her.
I assume she can’t be that far off from the long lineage of teenage rebels I’ve encountered in my forty years; I’m to return her to Derek when she can act as a mature, responsible woman.
Fuck. Just thinking about molding this girl into how I see fit gets my dick hard. I know she could put on a show just to show me she doesn’t need a boss or a babysitter, but I don’t plan on going there with her anyhow.
I don’t need her thinking she’s simply a piece of meat to me, even though it wouldn’t hurt to have a little taste of her; sink my teeth into her un-touched body. I wonder just how much of a virgin she really is. Judging by her body language, I’d say a virgin in every way, but only time will tell.
“Is my father really serious about me staying with you for a few weeks?” She asks, already estimating when she’s going back home it seems. She’s in for a treat when she finds out just how long this stay may go.
“He’s serious, I can promise you. You need to learn to obey the rules of the house, and that’s something I very well intend to teach you. I understand your frustration, I do, but the time has come to straighten up. You’re eighteen, so time to drop the attitude, don’t you think?” I’m hoping she sees a friend in me, while also realizing who she’s in the presence of now.
I’m not so much as a notch close to Derek and how soft he is when it comes to disciplining her. If only he had disciplined her more effectively years ago, she wouldn’t have become so rebellious as she’s turned out to be, but that’s just my thoughts on this.
If I get lost into those enticing eyes of hers once more, the bear, the man on the inside I can’t always seem to control, will surely turn up.
Liza glares over at me. I get the sense she’s counting down the seconds until she can break free from these four doors.
“Do you even have a last name?” She asks, sweeping away my answer to her question. It’s clear she’s not looking to talk right now, and that’s fine. She will be talking soon enough, I’ll be damn sure of it.
“Considering how there’s no need for last names here, you can just call me Bruno,” I point out to her. The less she knows, the better. I still haven’t figured her out just yet.
“Oookay. Well, Bruno, it’s nice to mee
t you I suppose,” she says, a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
“It’s rather nice to meet you, Liza. I think we’ll get along just fine, so long as you do everything you’re told. Just like in your father’s house, I have rules, but rules that have no room to be broken. You may get past with your ways with your father, but not with me. It’s important to understand that now in order to avoid problems that simply can be avoided.”
Liza glares over at me before turning her attention over to the window.
No rebuttal I take it? I will gladly take the silence.
As we continue way to my place, I only get the chance to steal another look at her once we hit a red light. There’s no kidding myself, she’s sexy as hell as I try to contain the urge to ravage her body in this car, and now.
She may not enjoy this situation, but she will learn to. In a matter of time she’ll see just how much she wants me, even needs me. She needs someone who can show her discipline, bring her confidence, and show her love; a daddy is what this little one needs, and that’s exactly what I intend to be for her. Now, I just need her to see what she is to me.
I get the hint she’s subtly encouraging me by her body, but that could be just me in my head. Even though I want to claim Liza’s innocence right the fuck now, I know I need to wait. I need to control myself until she’s been through a few lessons, and oh, is she in for lesson one, starting the second she steps foot through my fucking door.
There’s no other way for Liza now, as she will either eventually go home to her father, proving him right that she can’t be on her own or even learn some god damn manners, or she can stay with me and prove him wrong.
She has no guidance in life; no one controlling her the way she needs to be controlled. I guess you could say Derek has attempted to gain control, although, his tactics aren’t necessarily what I would call effective. I’m the man that’s here for her, teaching her what it means to be an adult— to be a woman.
“I’m set on proving my father wrong so if this is what it takes, then I’m here for it. I’m going to show him,” Liza states, folding her arms up as her attention remains out the window.
She’s determined, and I’m expecting her to prove her father wrong. If she doesn’t go back, not only does she win, but I do too.
“I’m sure you will, little one. I’m sure you will.”
3
LIZA
I’m not dumb. I see the way he looks at me as he makes no effort to hide his stare. I’m not naïve either; I do have some experience with men, well, I would hardly call them men; boys sounds more fitting. This isn’t the first time I’ve received this type of attention from a male, but not as strong as Bruno is coming on. I’ve had the chance to be intimate with a man, I just never let it get to the point of sex.
We arrive at Bruno’s, and I can’t help but feel nervous now that we’re here. I can’t believe I’m staying with this stranger for who knows how long, knowing how my father is. I bite down on my lip as we walk through the front door, noticing just how warm this place is to my surprise. Everything is perfectly put in place, not an item out of sort as I had expected when we first pulled in.
There’s a beautiful design to the walls, adding to the cozy interior that’s well suited for comfort here. A marble dining table is paired with the kitchen theme, bringing an elegant feel to the place.