His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

A wave of emotions came over me in that moment. The mixture of confusion and elation at having him back and how we were going to be more careful about our tryst rattled my body. All I could think about was the way his girth occupied my secret space, the new places we might find to have sex, and all the wonderful memories I would keep.

Daddy filled me to the brim with pleasure and caused me to shiver with delight, his hips crowning my bottom as he took me from behind. The desk creaked. A pencil fell to the floor with a soft thud as I flailed around in response to his increased rhythm. I bayed softly against the wood, keeping myself steady with two hands while licking my lips.

This is my favorite thing to do.

Having my Daddy inside me makes me feel at home. There was no one in the world who could make me feel this way. While other women dream for years to find the one that will satisfy them, I was lucky to have stumbled upon mine in my own home. I never wanted to lose this entrancing engagement. How beautiful he made me feel by simply touching my skin, by kissing my earlobe, and by gripping my hair. I stared at the photographs under my chin again and smiled. Our bodies were so beautiful pressed against each other. I wished hard that this wouldn’t end.

As he continued to heatedly slam into me, the door to the office flew open and forced us to stop, my first inclination to drop down beneath the desk and hide as Daddy tried to explain to my mother why he was completely nude. I covered my mouth, trying desperately not to snicker. It was comical until I was grabbed by my hair and yanked from my hiding space, reminding me of the time I hid in the hay on my grandfather’s farm.

She exposed my naked body and slapped my face, shaking my shoulders.

“You little slut!” she screamed. “What are you doing in here with my husband?!”

“You don’t understand!” I cried, trying to block her hands from hitting my body.

She proceeded to slap me senseless, dragging me by my hair out into the hallway and tossing me into my room. I could hear her yelling on the other side of the door. Her voice mixed with Daddy’s, their screams echoing from down the hall as they spiraled into a heated argument. I could still feel Daddy inside me. My hands reached down to my naked thighs and pulled, wanting desperately to have him back without being caught. They were still yelling when I stood to dress myself, looking in the mirror as tears filled my eyes.

The storm of them screaming came up the hall and through the door of my room where it remained briefly until it faded away. The cresting and ebbing of her shrieking sobs would rise and fall like a crescendo, mingling with undercurrents of echoes of his failed attempts to convince and soothe her otherwise. The sounds lulled me into a fitful daze, as I stared frozen out the window. The LA weather replacing the shouting with the slow rumble of thunder. Another storm was coming. I could feel the cleansing rain waiting to fall from the sky, wanting it to cover my skin in its healing shower. This would be the end of being with Daddy. What else could I do now?

Epilogue

My mother sent me away. During their argument, it was decided that my presence would be too much of a hassle to deal with after such an intense affair. My Daddy admitted to having cared for me more than he had anticipated, that his intentions with me had initially been physical instead of emotional. It seemed our bond had led to a nasty separation between him and my mother, and she decided it would be best to send me to my aunt in New York.

As I sat outside of the terminal waiting for her car, I contemplated all the wonderful things I had come to experience and how I might repeat them. I wasn’t trying to steal anyone else, not by any means, but that engagement had provided such bliss that I never wanted to be without such a high feeling again. What was waiting for me in New York? Would I find such love in someone my own age or would I simply wither away without the Daddy I had come to love?

These questions racked my exhausted brain, the jet lag far too strong to fight. When my aunt pulled up, I fell straight to sleep. It wasn’t long before we arrived at her lavish apartment in the Big Apple where she showed me to my room and offered me something to eat. I wanted to ask if she was upset about the ordeal or if she even knew, but I didn’t want to cause a disruption. I ate quietly and thanked her, then returned to my room in order to reflect.

A few weeks after I had arrived, my aunt enrolled me into the nearby college, Fall State University. The girl’s dorm was bustling with life and I wandered into my assigned room, hoping to find some solace on my own before I had to start signing up for classes. I looked out the window and noticed a rather handsome man making his way through the courtyard. He looked intelligent and cultured, the kind of man who might offer comfort to a sorrow-filled woman like me. I admired the way his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and smiled when he greeted a few students sitting in the grass.

I hoped I might run into this man and know his world, even for just a little bit. Perhaps he could show me something new or maybe I could show him something. I was excited at the prospect, and started to unpack, the anticipation growing in my gut. I needed a new diversion. I needed to feel loved and wanted again.

Maybe I could make him my new Daddy.

*** SNEAK PEEK : BOOK 2 ***

Four months ago, I had been converted from a silly country girl into an upscale LA woman. I had given my virginity to my Daddy and enjoyed the most ravishing affair until we got caught…by my mother. Now I’m stuck living with my boring aunt who owns a lucrative law firm in upstate New York. She took me in without question, signed me up for college, and now I’m learning how to make friends again. My lavish collection of expensive LA clothes was still in my custody which gave me something of an advantage around town. I dove back into the party lifestyle, taking any drugs I could get my hands on and drinking my study hours away. Unbeknownst to me, I had attracted the attention of my college professor who turned me around from that wild LA lifestyle and made me more committed to my studies in order to succeed. He would become my new Daddy…and I would submit to his every request.

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Andrew: Prologue

I watched as Alina struggled against the bonds. I watched as her brea

thing was ragged, trying to struggle against the drugs that I had injected her with. To anyone who had watched, it would have looked like she had fainted a few minutes later, and I had come to collect her. It was really that easy. Not that anyone was going to see me. No one would be able to.

I was good at what I did. This wasn’t the first girl I had secured, but it was the first girl I had secured for myself. I couldn’t help but to smile as she started to fall back into slumber. The second release was hitting her. She was a beautiful girl. Her dark hair was unruly when she wasn’t relaxed, but it had a type of curl to it that showed she had spirit and fire. Just like I liked. She had dark hazel eyes that looked wise beyond her years, despite her being freshly eighteen.

Having studied her for months I knew that she having grown up in foster care, she had started track in school and jogging in the morning and evenings to escape the life she had at home. Her athleticism showed in her body. She was a perfect figure eight with decently wide hips, and large C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her figure. I grew hard just thinking about it. It would be a long ride where we were going, and eventually we’d be taking a flight out of the country. Just not yet.

My mind racing with the anticipation of having garnered this little princess for myself, but yet chastising myself to calm down and follow my usual process, was hard to remind myself of. I wanted to start our new life together right away. I wanted to make her scream in orgasm and come around my fingers and anything else I decided to use on her. Just not yet. It would have to wait. I’m sure she knew nothing of the world of torturous pleasure, or anything else that I would take extreme pleasure in teaching her, despite any usual attempts of these subjects to learn, obey and ultimately submit to the joy of being conquered, regardless. Soon she, Alina, would be a beautiful piece of art that would rival any geisha when I was done with her. I was sure of it.

Alina: The Handsome Devil