His Secret (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica)

This would be another place where we had to remain intensely quiet. While I was sure the driver couldn’t hear us through the window, I didn’t want him to suspect that we were doing something other than talking. Neither of us said a word despite the danger of being caught. It was like my lips were frozen open in a state of pleasure, the girth of my Daddy filling me to the brim with joy. I could feel his muscles flex against my thighs as he pumped harder. Squeaks echoed from my lips and Daddy covered my mouth, leaning down in the cramped space to remind me to be quiet.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” he whispered in my ear.

I nodded against the weight of his hand, my eyes rolling up to the back of my head as his thrusts became longer and harder. His free hand shimmied down between us to coax my orgasm out of my exposed fruit and I begged for him to rub harder. Fingers gripped the skin around my mouth, my moans becoming more difficult to silence as he pounded. In an instant, my body was shaking violently beneath him, electrical currents shooting every way possible. Dallas held me in place as I came and smiled while still pumping his tool deep into my peach.

Once I had finished, he took the opportunity to slam harder, hips crowning my thighs as he ravished me. His body tensed against my skin, causing him to rattle and growl. I watched as his eyes rolled up and the smile grew wider on his face, relishing the moment of seeing him so pleased with my perfectly plump peach. He released his grip of my mouth.

“Was that good, Daddy?” I asked.

“As always,” he replied. “You’re a good girl.”

The limo stopped and we quickly fix our appearances, my hair an absolute mess that made me panic. I quickly pulled out the bobby pins and tousled my hair. At least now it just looked like I took it out purposely. The driver opened the door and we exited the vehicle, carefully walking up the steps to the door. Before I could reach for the handle, the door flew open wildly and my mother was standing in the parlor in her silk pajamas and her hair pinned up in a bun. Her arms were firmly folded across her chest and her eyes were wide with anger.

“And just where have you two been?!” she cried.

Oh, crap, I thought. We’ve been caught.

Chapter Seven

My mother looked enraged. She was tapping her fluffy slipper against the floor and waiting for either of us to respond to her question. The driver slipped away, likely thankful that he wouldn’t have to handle such an awkward situation.

“Well?!” she screamed in a shrill voice. “Explain yourselves!”

I looked between the two of them, unsure of what to say. As I opened my mouth to speak, Dallas cut me off and gave my mother the most incredulous story.

“I had to stop by the club to speak to Johnson about potentially opening a new bar and grill in town. She was supposed to stay in the car, but I found her gallivanting around the dance floor with a drink in her hand and some boy hanging all over her,” he explained.

My mouth dropped open in shock. Was he seriously throwing me under the bus right now? He was the one who had suggested the club because my mother would be out late, and he was the one feeding me drinks. Mother turned to me with an irate stare.

“You little ungrateful brat,” she growled. “How much did you have to drink? And who let you in?”

“Apparently, the bouncer wasn’t checking ID’s and she slipped past him. Johnson fired the guy on the spot,” said Dallas.

“Good. Young lady, you are in a world of trouble. Go to your room,” she spat.

“But mom—” I tried to speak, but she cut me off.

“No! I won’t hear it! Go upstairs, drink some water, and go to bed. You’re grounded!” she screamed, pointing to the staircase.

I looked over at Dallas who shook his head, gesturing inside as if to say I had to do what she says. It was the greatest betrayal. I knew exactly what he was doing, but it still felt incredibly deceitful to have him lie so boldly in front of me. This had all been his idea. Why did I have to take the downfall? Tossing my hair back, I huffed past my mother and marched up the stairs to my bedroom where I screamed into a pillow. I wanted a drink now more than ever.

Frustrated, I rolled over on my bed and slipped the gown off my body, tossing it to the ground as an act of defiance. My stomach growled. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the alcohol started wearing off, our little encounter in the back of the limo causing me to sober up. I stared at the ceiling. The wash of color decorating it comforted me briefly before the tears came. I had been wrongly punished. It wasn’t my fault that we were out at a club when it was Dallas who had taken me there. But what could I say to excuse the smell of alcohol on my breath? If I told her about how we recklessly fool around behind her back, she would surely send me away.

It was better to pretend that I was the one at fault, even though it wasn’t entirely true. I stood and walked over to the door, pressing my ear against in the wood to try listening to their conversation. I couldn’t hear anything. Defeated and still a bit tipsy, I wandered into the bathroom to shower the smell of Dallas off my skin. I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to wrap myself up in the scent of his cologne, to get lost in that fantasy world all over again. I sighed. This has become a mess. I turned up the hot water for as much as I could stand and stood in the stream of water. What was I going to do now?

*

A couple of days later, the heat finally settled down from that ridiculous night and I was wandering about the mansion in an effort to entertain myself. Dallas hadn’t looked at me much since the incident and my mother was largely silent. It seemed my grounded sentence was in full swing.

I came across an office at the other end of the mansion and decided to explore. The book shelf was lined with cook books and recipe guides. It looked like this office belongs to Dallas. I fingered the books on the shelf and admired the colorful covers, thumbing through a few of them. The desk was mostly bare with a few pens and a lamp on its surface, some mail stacked neatly along the corner. I sat in the chair. It was strange sitting where he usually sits without him around. I wondered where he might be and whether he was thinking of me.

Had he spared me a passing thought these past couple of days?

Earlier, I had remained still in my bed while remembering how easily he slid in and out of my secret entrance. It had inspired a fit of shivers that forced my hand beneath the sheets to please myself. I had become accustomed to playing with him every day, sometimes twice, so being without his touch was absolute torture. As I shuffled through his drawers, I heard the door shut in front of me.

“Madison, what are you doing?” asked that familiar masculine voice.

My head perked up upon hearing my name, a smile slowly creeping across my lips. I tried to stifle it to no avail. I hadn’t seen Dallas in what felt like weeks when it had only been some hours. He held a vanilla folder in his hand and walked over to the desk, tossing it down on the wood in front of me.