Page 25 of Stalker Daddy

Even with my consent, I would never let anyone drug me.

I scramble up on my hands and back away from him with betrayal stabbing into my heart.I trusted him to not do anything to him, and I even let go of the notion that he was the stalker, but a part of me wants to reevaluate that decision.

He has been with me for the things that the stalker had done, but it would be easy to fake it while he’s with me since he has the skills and knowledge of how to do it through his military background.

“I want you to listen to me and listen very carefully.”Vito grasps my jaw; the domineering hold triggers the submissive side that craves guidance throughDaddy.

“No,” I say with a glare.“You drugged me.”

“Quiet,” he sneers, gray eyes narrowing dangerously, and the patience in his tone drops.

My lips quiver with indignant dismay.I’m upset and scared because he had drugged me, and I don’t know if I could even trust him.The question right now is: should I have trusted him in the beginning?

“It was for your own good.”His hand slings through my hair, petting me and soothing the distress that’s causing a ruckus in my head.

I open my mouth to counter him because nothing about drugging me without my knowledge or consent is a good thing.I can’t believe he would even say that.

Huffily, I turn and press my face into the cushion while doing my best to not let my limbs touch him.If I could get away from him, I would, but I’d fall on my knees because my body is burning up with no justification.

His big hand, no matter how good it feels on my skin, runs down my spine as he ignores the tell-tale signs of me not wanting to be touched.Vito knows what I feel way better than I do, and that is alarming.

However, it is not alarming enough for me to push him away.

I whimper as another surge of heat throbs between my legs.His hand finds my thigh and rubs the bareness through his calloused palm.It fuels the flame in my belly as dizziness claws its way into my eyes.

“You weren’t getting sleep, darling, and I couldn’t let you go on like that.It’s going to hurt your body.I admit, I knew the residual side effects, but I had to make the choice, or your body will not sleep on its own.”

I mumble weakly with the rest of my fiery discontent.“It’s hurting now.”

“I know, darling.Do you want Daddy to make it go away?”

I contemplate with little to no effort; on one hand, I want to get rid of this feeling, but then I’m still angry at him.

“You can be mad at Daddy later, but let me help you,” he coos with crushed velvet whispers.

I blame my weakness on him, and I blame myself for being unable to deny him despite having been involuntarily drugged.He has his reasons, and I have mine, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive him so soon.

We’re going to talk about consent soon, but this hotness on my skin needs to be taken care of first.

I’ll be damned if I don’t have a bit of dignity.“No!”

With awkward limbs, I roll off the couch and smack my face on the ground.A rumble from above me can be interpreted as a chuckle or an exacerbated sigh.

I make a run for the master bedroom and lock the door behind me.I need a moment to calm down, or I’m going to do something I’ll regret.Yes, this is childish of me to not talk it out when I have the chance, but I can’t think clearly right now when I have an uncontrollable slick between my thighs.

Slumping on the unmade bed, I roll around and groan in pain as the joints throb insistently.The stickiness is getting to me, so I kicked my shorts off my trembling legs.I find my phone somewhere hidden in the duvet and dive into the trusty search engine to find out what is going on with me.

I search what I know through a large amount of information for sleeping pills.I find one that fits my symptoms perfectly.It’s more of melatonin than a sleeping pill, but this specific brand has a popular side effect of slight aphrodisiac.

It’s popular amongst younger people for the positive effects rather than the negative.

As I read stories about melatonin, they say that it’s not going to go away faster without help.I swallow thickly as I read what the ‘help’ is, and it’s just as I had thought.

It’s sex.Depending on the dosage and everyone’s bodies, it can range from minutes to hours of unstoppable sex.

This is absurd.It sounds like something out of a movie where the main characters can conveniently have sex with each other.

As time ticks by, the worse my condition is getting, the more I can’t stop yearning to put my hands between my thighs.I want to touch myself, but humiliation stops me every time I move past my belly.

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