CHAPTER 2: Sleeping With My Father's New

DEAN POV

I parked my car in front of the Fetcher mansion, and I noticed a beautiful red Ferrari parked in the yard.

"It must belong to one of the partners," I thought.

Then I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell.

"This dinner will decide my future with Fetcher Company," I thought as the door opened and...

"Hello," said a stunning brunette with green eyes and a smile that made my pants clench.

Hi. - I replied, completely mesmerized by her beauty.

"You must be Mr. Hartford, right?" she asked, still showing those white, straight teeth.

Yes, I am.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

"Please come in." She stepped aside to let me pass.

I thanked the unknown brunette and went inside.

"Mr. Hartford! Good to see you," exclaimed Mr. Fetcher, approaching with his wife.

He extended his hand to me, and I took it.

"I wouldn't miss it," I replied with a smile, noticing the brunette approaching us.

"My God! How hot she was!" I thought, feeling my cock harden.

Maybe I could tie her up with my necktie and fuck her in some empty room of this mansion.

"Ah!" said Mr. Fetcher when he saw the brunette.

"Let me introduce you to my greatest treasures."

"This is my Wife, Lilian, and my daughter, Eva.

Love, this is my future partner, Mr. Hartford," he said, pointing to me, while I stared at the brunette who was smiling radiantly.

Hello, said Lilian.

Eva extended her hand, and I took it.

Her skin felt soft and warm.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a big smile.

Same here. - I said, feeling her delicious skin.

I couldn't believe that the goddess was Mr. Fetcher's precious daughter.

What a load of crap.

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EVA POV

The guy exuded sex appeal, so much so that I felt my own sexual desire reach its peak.

He devoured me with his blue eyes, and that made my panties wet with my rising excitement.

I was smiling so hard my cheeks were throbbing, but I was truly happy that this Greek God had appeared.

Now I could execute my plan and take this Mr. Panties-Wetting to the nearest bathroom for a quick fuck.

The few remaining guests arrived, and as I had deduced before, they were all old men with beards.

Except for the Greek god who had been ignoring me ever since our handshake.

"Dinner is ready," my father announced, his voice louder than usual.

"Please take a seat at the table," he concluded with a polite smile.

Everyone who was in the living room went to the dining table, including Mr. Difficult.

So I went to sit down next to him.

He visibly tensed in my presence, and that encouraged me to continue with my plan.

Seconds later, the maids were placing the food on the table and serving us a delicious wine from a very good vintage.

So my Dad speaks.

"I appreciate everyone's presence," my father said, picking up his glass.............

"To future alliances," he concluded, raising his wine glass and toasting the air.

Future alliances. - We all spoke in unison, toasting in the air, and then we began to eat.

Mr. Handsome kept avoiding me, but unfortunately for him, I always got what I wanted.

So I picked up my wine glass with my left hand, pretending to drink the sweet liquid, and placed my right hand on the tablecloth.

Then I slowly moved it until it rested on Mr. Hartford's leg, making him hold his breath for a moment.

He seemed quite controlling, and that aroused me even more.

So I moved my hand over his pants until I reached the much-anticipated bulge, and when I felt his enormous protrusion, I began to slowly caress it.

His expression remained serious, but his cock grew with my grip.

I gave a discreet smile at the tension he was putting on his jaw, and then an idea flashed through my mind, like one of those cartoon lightbulbs.

I removed my hand from his lap and placed the wine glass on the table.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to the restroom," I said to those present at the table.

But before I left, I discreetly slid my hand over Mr. Hartford's strong arm, demonstrating my true intention to go to the bathroom.

"Now it's up to him to decide whether or not to accept my invitation..."

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DEAN POV

The hot daughter of my new business partner decided to sit next to me, making me even more uncomfortable than usual.

I had been ignoring her since our formal introduction, and yet she wouldn't stop staring at me with her green eyes.

After the servants placed the food on the dining table, Mr. Fetcher spoke.

"Thank you all for being here," he said, raising his glass of wine in a toast.

"To future alliances."

Future alliances. - We all repeated, toasting the air with our crystal glasses.

That toast was a subtle hint from Mr. Fetcher to me, and knowing his personality, I knew that the deal was practically done already.

I was celebrating my victory when I felt a delicate hand rest on my left leg.

"What the hell?" I thought when I saw that the hand belonged to the forbidden brunette.

She seemed to be enjoying the situation, so she started moving her hand up my leg until she reached my covered cock.

And damn, how I wanted to punish her for daring to provoke me in public.

I used all my self-control to not show any reaction from the waist up, because my cock hardened the moment she started caressing it.

At that moment, I imagined her tied up face down on my bed, her ass sticking up, while I fucked her hard, marking her butt with the palm of my hand, but my fantasy was interrupted when she removed her hand from my cock and asked to leave.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to the restroom," she said to the guests.

And as she began to stand, her hand discreetly traced the length of my arm, as if it were an indirect invitation for me to follow her.

My sensible, professional side screamed no, while my dark, sadistic side screamed yes.

And guess which one I chose?

"I need to take a call,"

I said, taking my cell phone out of my back pocket.

"Excusing myself."

I got up from the table and left the dining room pretending to answer the non-existent call.

"Now that woman will see who she's dealing with..."

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EVA POV

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, then I looked at myself in the mirror, combed my hair with my fingers, and adjusted my breasts in my low-cut top.

I was nervous, and I had no reason to be, because I was the one who called him here.

"Damn it, Eva, calm down," I muttered, looking at myself in the mirror.

"What if he's very talkative?" I thought, raising an eyebrow.

I hated talking before sex, especially with strangers.

"Is he really coming?" I thought to myself.

Then, as if God wanted to give me an answer, someone knocked on the door.

I didn't ask who it was; I just unlocked and opened it.

Hello, " said Mr. Hartford.

I'm going to fuck you like crazy, with his dark, somber blue eyes.

"I have a feeling this is going to be good..."

"Hi," I replied, and opened the door wider for him to come in.

Then, with slow steps, he entered the bathroom without taking his eyes off mine, and then locked the door behind him.

"Take off your panties, and lift your dress," he said, or rather ordered, his eyes still dark.

I decided not to question him and simply did what he asked.

Very well. - He smiled in a sadistic way that instantly made my pussy wet.

"What kind of man is this?" I thought, nervously biting my lower lip.

"Now turn around and put your wrists behind your back," he ordered, untying the knot of his black tie and removing it from his shirt collar.

I watched him smooth the tie between his fingers before turning around and doing as he instructed.

Then he grabbed my wrists and tied them with the tie, making it impossible for me to move my arms.

"Is this right? I don't even know him." I thought, but my lust got the better of me.

"I want to be fucked by him!"

He was silent for a few seconds, and I only heard the sound of a sachet being opened.

A condom, I suppose.

"There's no time for foreplay, so don't let out any extravagant moans," he said, squeezing my waist and fitting his cock into my wet entrance.

And in the blink of an eye, he entered me.

Ahh! - I tried to moan softly, but I couldn't.

It all happened very quickly, and the thickness of his cock, along with its large size, didn't help much.

Then I felt a burning pain in my right butt, and I realized he had slapped my ass.

I told you not to moan loudly. - He scolded me and started thrusting into me forcefully.

Ah... - I groaned softly and tried to move my hands, but I remembered they were tied.

"Damn! This is too intense."

I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain.

And the unbelievable thing was that I was loving it so much that I could already feel my first orgasm approaching.

He groaned softly as he pulled my hair and fucked me wildly.

I felt sweat trickling down my forehead, and the sound of our bodies colliding drove me crazy.

That's it... I'm going to cum. - I murmured, feeling my breath catch.

And when I felt his finger on my clit, I couldn't hold back, and I cum.

The thrusts became faster and deeper, and seconds later he also cum.

We both lay panting in silence as we recovered from our wild fuck.

That was the best fuck, I've ever had.

And all this brutality only increased my excitement, and that made me feel strange.

Maybe a new sexual addiction is being born here...