Fading Heat

Charlotte’s POV

Sebastian told me never to touch him again after Auntie Maria caught us, but the emptiness without his cock was driving me crazy.

I couldn’t stay away even if I tried.

Ever since I ate the forbidden fruit, it became very difficult to resist my step daddy. It would have been better if he didn’t make me see how great he fucks the day he disvirgined me.

For three whole days I regretted why I made that promise.

I tried to let go. I really did. I walked past his office without stopping. Wore normal clothes. I kept my hands to myself.

But every night the desire came back worse. My body still remembered exactly how good it felt him fucking me while being married to my mom.

The way he slaps my ass like I was under a punishment. The growl in my ear when he lost control. Nothing else came close. Not my fingers. Not the p**n videos I watched to hold myself together.

I was beginning to look like an old sex deprived woman, that made me restless and mean.

I caught him alone in the hallway on the fourth night. Auntie Maria was busy in the kitchen. Mom was gone again, chasing some deal that apparently mattered more than her family.

I quickly rushed to my room and changed into the shortest robe I owned, barely tied. My heart hammered as I stepped in front of him.

“Seb,” I whispered, pressing close. The robe slipped open. “I still feel you inside me. Every time I move. I’m still sore in the best way. Please. Just once more.”

His eyes darkened. For a second I thought he’d grab me. Push me against the wall and take what we both needed. But none of that mattered.

Rather his face hardened almost immediately. “No, Charlotte. I meant what I said. What we’ve been doing is a big mistake that shouldn’t repeat itself again. I’m trying to protect us. All of us.” His voice came out rough, almost angry.

He stepped back like I was a plaque. “Go to your room.”

Ouch! I have always had whatever I wanted but this one thing that gave me joy, Auntie Maria stood in my way.

If she wasn’t here, I’d still be fucking my step father and my mom would never suspect.

I stood there in the hallway, my robe hanging open, tears stinging my eyes while he walked away. My pussy throbbed anyway.

My body betrayed me. I hated how much I still wanted him. Even with his refusal.

Back in my room I locked the door and stripped fast. The collar went on tight. I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs wide, fingers finding my swollen clit.

Two fingers pushed inside, then three. I fucked myself hard, thinking about his thick cock. The way he choked me. The slap of his hips. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I whispered, hips rocking. “Ruin me like you did before.”

It wasn’t the same. Never the same. I came anyway, shaking, biting the pillow so Maria wouldn’t hear. The orgasm left me emptier than before. I lay there panting, tears slipping down my cheeks. This was all I had now.

My own hand and memories I’d forever cherish. Sounds pathetic right ?

Mom came home for ten minutes that evening. She came back to change her clothes and check on us.

I was in my room when she came back, so she came in to see me briefly before she left. “Sweetie, I have a networking dinner. Don’t wait up, you’ll have your dinner with your daddy, okay?.” She kissed my forehead like it was an item on her to-do list. “Your dad can help, if you need anything.”

I tried to have a conversation with her, to see if it’ll help me move on from the urge of wanting my stepfather. “Mom, can we talk? Just for a bit?”

But she was already halfway out the door. “Tomorrow, okay? Love you.”

The door clicked shut. I stood in the hallway feeling small. She cared. In her own way. But money and the perfect family picture always came first.

Sebastian has been the one person that’s always there for me and gives me whatever I want. And now even that was slipping away.

I waited until the house got quiet. Then I took the panties I’d worn all day, still damp from how much I’d been thinking about him and slipped into his office.

I tucked them in his top drawer, right where he’d find them. The thought of him picking them up, smelling me, getting hard despite everything made me smile through the hurt.

Maria almost caught me coming out. Her eyes narrowed but she didn’t say anything. She just gave me that suspicious look again.

I went back to my room and touched myself one more time. Slower this time. Imagining Sebastian finding my gift. Getting angry. Coming to my room and punishing me the way I needed.

The orgasm still wasn’t enough.

Later, when the house was finally dark, I downloaded a secret chat app. The one the girls at school whispered about.

My hands shook as I made a new profile. I didn’t use my face or real name to avoid being caught.

Just a flirty bio and a picture of my collar against my throat.

A few minutes later. I sent a message to a random old man who’d liked my profile.

Hey. I’ve been thinking about an older man who knows exactly how to handle a girl like me. Rough. Possessive. The kind who’d choke me while he fucks me deep. Tell me what you’d do.

The reply came faster than I expected. My heart raced as I read it. The response I got from the stranger was familiar.

I bit my lip and typed back, legs already spreading again.

This stranger online had no idea how badly I needed this. Or how dangerous it was about to get.

The chat kept going late into the night. Each message made me wetter. Each fantasy pulled me deeper. I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know mine. But something about the way he described choking me and calling me a good girl felt like coming home.