Chapter Four: Can't Stay Away

I woke up the next morning with my panties still sticky from the night before.

My body remembered every single second my stepdad's fingers sliding through my wet pussy, the way he called me princess while he rubbed my clit until I came all over his hand. 

The guilt should’ve eaten me alive. Instead, it mixed with this deep, throbbing need that made me press my face into the pillow and moan softly just thinking about it.

He’s your stepdad, Mom’s husband.

The words kept repeating in my head, but they only made my pussy clench harder,I was nineteen and already ruined for anyone else. Kyle felt like a distant, pathetic mistake now.

I spent the whole day avoiding everyone. Hid in my studio again, trying to paint something,anything but all I could draw were strong hands and dark eyes staring at me like they wanted to devour me.

 My nipples stayed hard the entire time. Every little brush of fabric against them sent sparks straight down between my legs. 

By late afternoon, I was soaked again, aching so bad I had to lock the door and finger myself quickly and desperately on the couch in there, I came biting my lip, whispering “Daddy” under my breath like a dirty secret.

This was getting dangerous but I couldn’t stop.

Dinner that night was torture, my mom sat at the head of the table looking perfect as always, talking about some trip she was planning, Hermes sat across from me again he looked calm on the outside suit jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled up, that strong forearm flexing every time he picked up his glass. 

But his eyes kept finding mine like he could still taste how wet I’d been for him. Every time our eyes met, heat rushed through me,my thighs squeezed together under the table,I was getting wetter by the minute, my panties clinging uncomfortably now, I shifted in my seat and felt a fresh gush of slickness leak out. 

Fuck. Just from him looking at me.

“You’re quiet tonight, Liana,” my mom said, smiling that tight little smile of hers. 

“Everything okay after the wedding chaos?”

I forced a nod. “Yeah,Just tired."

Hermes’s foot brushed mine under the table but deliberately this time,it stayed there, warm and solid against my bare ankle, my breath hitched. I nearly dropped my fork,that small touch felt more intimate than anything Kyle had ever done to me. 

My pussy throbbed in response, clit swollen and begging for attention again.

After dinner, my mom went to her office to handle some calls while I wandered upstairs, heart racing, knowing I should go straight to my room.

Instead, I found myself outside his suite again,the door was slightly open this time,like he’d left it that way on purpose,

I pushed it open quietly.

Hermes Vitali was standing by the window, looking out at the city lights, a glass of whiskey in his hand, he turned when he heard me, and the look on his face made my knees weak, guilt and something deeper that scared me a little.

“You keep coming back,” he said, voice low and rough,he set the glass down and walked toward me slowly. “You know this is fucked up, right?”.

I nodded, closing the door behind me. My hands were shaking. “I know. But I can’t stop thinking about last night and how your fingers felt on me… how you made me come so hard I saw stars.”

He stopped right in front of me,close enough that I could smell that warm, masculine scent mixed with whiskey,my pussy clenched hard, another rush of wetness soaking through. I was dripping down my thighs now.

“Fuck, Liana,” he breathed

“You’re too young for this,too innocent.I should send you away right now.”

“But you won’t,” I whispered, stepping closer until my breasts brushed his chest, my nipples were so hard they ached. 

“Because you want it too,I felt how hard you were last night,I felt how much you wanted to push inside me.”

He groaned and pulled me against him fully,his cock was rock hard against my stomach, thick and heavy even through his pants, I moaned softly, rubbing against it like a needy little slut. The friction made my clit pulse.

“You’re going to ruin me, princess,” he muttered, then kissed me hard,his tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me, while his hands roamed down my back and gripped my ass, squeezing hard, I whimpered into the kiss, grinding my soaked pussy against his thigh.

He broke the kiss and looked down at me, eyes blazing. “Show me how wet you are right now.”

My face burned with shame and excitement,I reached under my dress, pushed my panties aside, and dipped two fingers into my dripping cunt. 

They came out shiny and coated,I held them up to him, trembling.

“See? This is what you do to me, Daddy.”

The word slipped out again and his control snapped,he grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep groan,the sight of it made me drip even more.

“So fucking sweet,” he growled. “This little pussy is mine now,no one else gets to touch it…. Understand?”

I nodded, legs shaking. “Yes, Daddy. 

Please… touch me again. I need it so bad.”

He walked me backward until my back hit the bed, then pushed me down gently,he knelt between my spread thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist,my panties were ruined, dark wet spots visible even in the low light. 

He peeled them down slowly, eyes locked on my aching pussy.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he murmured, running one finger through my clit. 

“Swollen and dripping just for me,you’ve been walking around all day like this, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped as he circled my clit. “I touched myself in the studio thinking about you again,I came twice and it still wasn’t enough.”

He leaned in and blew cool air on my heated flesh,I bucked my hips, desperate. When his tongue finally licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, I cried out, hands flying to his hair.

“Oh God… Daddy…”

He ate me like a starving man,licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue while his fingers rubbed my clit in perfect circles.

The sounds were obscene.

Wet slurping, my desperate moans, his low groans of approval,I came fast and hard, thighs clamping around his head, flooding his mouth with my juices.

But he didn’t stop,he kept going, pushing two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made me see stars.

 “Give me another one, princess. Come on Daddy’s tongue again.”

I did,shaking, sobbing his name, grinding against his face like I’d lost my mind,the pleasure was too much, too intense. When I finally came down, he kissed my inner thighs gently, then stood up. 

Not tonight,” he said again, voice strained. “Not when you’re this vulnerable,but soon when I take you, I’m going to bury every inch of this cock inside you and fuck you until you can’t walk straight,until you’re addicted to Daddy’s cum.”

 He helped me up, kissed me softly this time, and sent me back to my room with my legs still shaky.

Lying in bed later, I touched myself again slowly, replaying everything,the way his tongue felt and the way he called me princess while devouring me. 

The guilt was there, heavy and sharp, but the want was stronger.

I didn’t know how long we could keep this secret.

But I knew I was already in too deep to care.