Dangerous Cravings

Charlotte’s POV

The next morning I snuck up on Sebastian because Mom didn’t come back, stroking his cock through his pants… only to have him rebuke me while my virgin pussy still ached from how hard he’d fucked me the night before.

I can clearly remember how his cum was leaking down my inner thighs as I crept through the quiet mansion. Every step reminded me of the brutal, yet delicious way he’d devoured and filled me during the storm.

My pussy throbbed with that sweet soreness, a constant filthy whisper that I belonged to my stepfather now. And he’s mine too.

Mom had texted late last night, she was stuck in the city traffic because of the storm damage. Perfect. One more day of freedom to chase what I craved.

Sebastian was in his home office, the door slightly open, looking every bit the powerful businessman in pajamas. But I could see dark circles under his eyes, fingers rubbing his temples like the hangover and guilt were fighting inside him. He didn’t come for breakfast.

I guess he’s trying to avoid me. That made me bolder.

I slipped inside without knocking, my short robe barely tied. “Good morning, Daddy.”

He looked up sharply. “Charlotte. We need to talk.” His voice was commanding, that deep rumble I loved, but there was strain in it.

It felt like he wanted it, however feels guilty for cheating on my mom with her daughter.

I didn’t give him the chance. I quickly moved around the desk and pressed against him, my hand sliding boldly over the front of his pants. He was already half-hard. Thick and heavy, just like I remembered.

“You felt so good last night,” I whispered, stroking him through the fabric. “The way your cock stretched my tight virgin pussy… how you choked me while you pounded deep. I loved every second of it. I came so hard when you filled me up.”

His cock twitched and swelled under my palm. For a moment, I thought my plan was working. Because his hand covered mine, pressing harder. “Fuck, Charlotte…”

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his ear. “I know about the basement room. The collar. The ropes. I stole one. I’ve been wearing it while I touch myself thinking about you ruining me.” My fingers squeezed his thick lengthy dick, feeling it throb.

I tried using emotional blackmail. “Mom has never really been present for me. You… you’re always here. With me. Please don’t push me away.”

Sebastian groaned, pulling me onto his lap in a rush of heat. Our mouths crashed together in a desperate kiss. His commanding hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, sliding under the robe to find my soaked, cum-slick pussy.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me roughly, curling just right. I moaned into his mouth, grinding on his hand like the desperate slut he’d awakened.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against my lips. “Still dripping my cum.” His thumb found my clit, rubbing hard. The office filled with wet sounds and our heavy breathing. I reached down to free his cock again, desperate for round two right here on his desk.

This was it…he couldn’t resist. We were meant to be like this.

But then voices echoed from the hallway. The housekeeper, Maria, calling out that she was here to clean. Footsteps approaching.

Sebastian froze. Reality slammed back into him. He yanked his hand away, shoving me off his lap like I burned him. “This was a spur of the moment,nobody must know about this.” He said, voice low and rough with authority.

He stood, adjusting his painfully hard cock in his pants. “The alcohol. Last night, even what just happened now. It can’t happen again, Charlotte. I’m married to your mother. This will ruin everything.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks. “You don’t mean that. You loved fucking your stepdaughter. You called me yours while you bred me.” My voice cracked, I almost showed the manipulative determination underneath.

I’d learned from lonely nights and videos I watched on the Internet on how to get what I wanted. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy it last night.”

He rubbed his face, genuinely conflicted, caring in his twisted, selfish way, but terrified of the scandal. “I care about you, princess. That’s why we need to stop. Go back to being my quiet stepdaughter. This ends now.”

I stepped closer anyway, my robe slipping open to show my beautiful curves and soft breast. “Make me stop, Daddy. Fuck me again right here. I know you want to choke me and use me like last night.”

His jaw clenched. For a heartbeat, lust won.

He grabbed my throat lightly, pulling me in for another kiss, with his cock grinding against my belly so close. My pussy clenched with fresh need.

The housekeeper’s footsteps got louder. “Mr. Sebastian? Miss Charlotte? Anyone home?”

He broke away, breathing hard. “Fix your robe. Now.”

But his hand shook. I know it won’t be easy for him to resist me.

I tied my robe slowly, smiling through the heartbreak as I watched him storm toward the door, calling over his shoulder, “It’s over. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

The door clicked shut behind him. I stood there in his office, pussy aching, heart twisting with obsession and fresh determination.

Mom’s sacrifices, Dad’s empty place, the boring stable life I’d lived, it all felt like chains I wanted to break with Sebastian’s rough hands.

The forbidden fire was too sweet to let it die.

I touched my still-wet pussy, soaking my fingers with my wetness and licking it. Already plotting on what to do next. I’d probably wear something even hotter tomorrow. Sneak into his room. Remind him again and again until he breaks completely.

But as I left the office, a wave of dizziness hit me and I realized I was late, my period was overdue. The timing couldn’t be worse… or more perfect. What if last night’s rough breeding had already changed everything?

The mansion felt smaller, the risk involved was higher, and my dangerous cravings only grew stronger.