Daphne Vs. Daddy

“Absolutely,” he whispers back, a grin breaking across his face.

Yeah, bringing him home to meet mom was a damn good idea, after all.

16

Daphne

I know it's wrong.

See also, ‘it feels so right.’

Yeah, so Dominic and I are totally shuffling off to the bedroom I slept in when he was my stepfather. On more than one occasion, he’d said good night to me as his daughter in this very room. I still remember looking up at the handsome man I was used to thinking of as my daddy, thinking that I’d be lucky if, once I grew up, I found a man like him.

Where he tucked me in, he’s going to fuck me…

Whoa!

Sometimes I look at my life, and I kind of can’t believe it, you know? I used to be such a nice girl. I mean, I was in what I thought to be a stable relationship, one that lasted for five years. And now look at me, my pussy aching for my stepfather’s cock. To say this is insane doesn’t even start to describe it. Oh, but I love every second of it.

Dominic’s hands close over mine. He pulls my hands up over my head. Breath against my lips, against my neck, his mouth hovers but never makes contact. The torture so sweet that is made so much sweeter because I’m in the room I grew up in. There’s something deliciously taboo about it. All the negative parts about fucking my stepfather are not in focus right now and I can only think of the hot part where dear old daddy is going to be inside me soon.

Dominic pulls one hand down to trace down the side of my body, the other one still holding up my hands. My wrists are clamped together in his hold. My whole body is wound so tight with the ways he’s touching me. I know we’re going to fuck, soon, and just the thought of him inside me is driving me wild with desire. My breathing goes shallow and my mind is fuzzy. I suck in my lower lip and look into his eyes.

Those eyes of his are sharp, piercing, so sensual I could drown in them. Melting before him, I love the way he looks at me with the same intense desire I feel burning through me.

His hand sweeps over my pussy. Even though I’m still wearing clothes and it was just his knuckles grazing over the covered skin, the feeling of him over my pussy makes me inhale so sharply. I’m picturing him deep inside me now. The way Dominic’s fingers felt inside me. The way his cock fills me up. I want all that, and I want it right now. No—I need it.

“I need you so bad, daddy,” I say, releasing my bottom lip to pout at him with a little quiver.

“You want daddy to defile you, baby girl?” Dominic purrs.

We’re in our own little world right now, seducing each other to the absolute point of no return. There’s nothing off limits when we play our little games, and whatever is wrong in the real world is just hotter for being taboo here.

I push my breasts out, arching my back as I do it. “Please daddy, touch me,” I whimper.

The thing is, I’m only sort of putting on an act right now. Because I really, desperately need him to touch me. There’s a fever rushing through my blood and every second his fingers graze over me on my breast, over my stomach, up my forearm, I think I might lose my mind. If I haven’t lost it yet, that is.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Dominic says with a growl. His hand sweeps up to capture a fistful of my hair. He pulls me toward him for a bruising kiss. His mouth crushes mine, lips slamming over mine, his tongue claiming my own with hot velvet between the steam of his kiss. Dominic kisses better than most men fuck. I think that if he kisses me like this for even a few more seconds I might cum right now, and he’s not even in my thong right now.

I try to pull away from the kiss and he won’t let me. His mouth claims me, and he pulls me closer to him.

Moaning into his mouth, I give in to his every desire. After all, those desires are my own. I love the way he takes charge of my body. Really, it's more than that. Dominic’s possessive reign over my body extends to my mind. He seems to know every exact way to bring me maximum pleasure.

Dominic captures my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing it with his own low moan into my mouth. When he pulls back and releases me from the kiss, I struggle to find my breath again.

The taste of him in my mouth lingers and makes me press my lips together. I feel them sore from where he’s touched them, and I like the little reminders of how he’s touched me.

“Your mouth is mine, Daphne,” Dominic says.

His eyes stop my heart for a second, the way they hold me in place.

My wrists are tightened in his grip. “Your hands are mine,” Dominic says. “To hold back or put where I want them.”

How am I supposed to breathe? My eyes dart wildly to his face and my heart flutters. His dominance turns me on so much it almost hurts. He might be hotter than men half his age (and with a ripped body to match his handsome face), and he might be as charming as a British secret agent… But, really, it’s the way he wields his dominance over me that just gets me. Men like him simply don’t exist anymore.

Dominic’s hot breath ghosts over my nipples through my shirt then, and I let out a weak whimper of anticipation. “Your breasts are mine, to bite, suck, or cum all over whenever I like,” he says. I shiver at his words. Though I begin to nod, Dominic grips my jaw and makes me stop and look at him. As if I want to look anywhere else.

“Your pussy is mine to taste and to fuck. Whose pussy is this, Daphne?” His words make me moan and I forget my own name for a second until he says it. I’ve never had anyone say such filthy things to me before. I didn’t even know that they could turn me on this much.