“Thank you, I appreciate you saying that.” And her shoulders did look a little less tense. I can breathe a little easier. “After Roger, it’s hard for me to get excited about any guy Daphne brings home.” Mom never did like Roger, and his birthday present that totally went off the rails didn’t help matters. She wasn’t exactly heartbroken over me breaking things off with him.
“As for my intentions with your daughter, right now, they’re simply to get to know her. We’ve only been dating for 10 days or so, so I can’t say anything more than that. I know her as a girl I helped raise, not as a woman to love. That is a side of her that I’m still learning about.”
He takes a sip of his whiskey and I smile up at him. He seems so calm, so in control, so confident. Seeing him like this just makes me want to fuck him.
Well, let’s be honest, everything makes me want to fuck him.
“Well, you know, you should be careful. My ex-husband is a powerful man and if you don’t behave, he’ll kick your ass.”
There is dead silence in the room for a moment, and then everyone busts up laughing. Trish leans over and kisses my mom, laughing heartily. “God, you're a riot,” she says with a huge grin on her face. They start snoggin
g, and I loudly clear my throat.
“Hey, you didn’t let Dominic and I do that earlier, it’s not fair that you get to do it now,” I say.
My mom waves a hand in our general direction. “Dinner won’t be done for another 45 minutes. You guys go upstairs. Leave us be.” She dives back to Trish’s lips and they start making out again, so I look over at Dominic and wiggle my eyebrows lasciviously.
“Wanna go check out my room?” I ask in a naughty whisper.
“Absolutely,” he whispers back, a grin breaking across his face.
Yeah, bringing him home to meet mom was a damn good idea, after all.
48
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.