Chapter Three: Burning Up

The rest of the day dragged like it was trying to punish me.

I stayed locked in my studio for hours, pretending to paint,my canvas stayed blank.

Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to breakfast,my stepdad knee pressed against mine under the table, his voice saying “princess” like it was something filthy and sweet at the same time. 

My pussy kept getting wet again just thinking about it. I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice.

By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down.

My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. 

Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank more than I should have champagne,wine, then something stronger that burned going down.

Kyle’s texts had finally stopped, but the hurt was still there, mixing with this new, dangerous hunger.

I needed to forget,needed something, anything to fill the empty ache inside me.

Around midnight, the house got quiet again,my mom had gone to bed early,I wandered the halls like the night before, tipsy and restless, my body buzzing. 

My nipples were hard against my dress. My panties were damp,i told myself I was just going to get water or maybe some air on the terrace.

But my feet had other plans.

I ended up in the east wing again, standing in front of that same door, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. 

Don’t do this, Liana.

Go back to your room but the champagne whispered that it was okay,just one look to see if he was still awake.

I pushed the door open.

The lamp was on again. My stepdad sat on the edge of the big bed, shirt unbuttoned, looking at something on his phone. He looked up when I stepped inside, and his whole body went still.

“Liana.” His voice was deep and seducing, like he’d been thinking about me too. “You really shouldn’t keep coming in here.”

I closed the door behind me anyway,the click sounded too loud and my legs felt shaky as I leaned against it, the room spinning just a little from the drinks.

 “I know,I’m sorry. I just… I can’t stop thinking about last night.”

He stood up slowly,God, he was tall and broad while the open shirt showed his chest, the faint lines of old scars, the way his muscles moved when he breathed. 

My mouth went dry,my pussy clenched, fresh wetness soaking my panties,

Hermes walked toward me, stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. 

“You’re drunk again, princess.”

His deep voice made my clit throb. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah,but I’m not imagining this, am I? The way you looked at me last night… the way you’re looking at me now.”

His hand came up, hesitating like he was fighting himself, then brushed a strand of hair from my face,his fingers were warm and rough.

The touch sent sparks straight down between my legs. I let out a small, shaky breath.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured his thumb traced my bottom lip, and I parted them without thinking, tasting the salt of his skin.

“I think I do.” My voice came out small and needy. “I’ve never felt like this before not with Kyle or anyone,when you looked at me last night… my body just… reacted and kept craving for your touch.”

Hermes’s eyes darkened while he stepped closer, pressing me gently against the door. I could feel him now the hard ridge of his cock against my stomach through his pants,very thick and big enough to devour my hungry puss.

My pussy flooded at the contact, aching so bad it almost hurt.

“Fuck, Liana,” he breathed,one big hand slid down my side, gripping my hip, pulling me tighter against him. 

“You’re so young,so fucking innocent. And you’re my wife’s daughter.”

The guilt in his voice only made me sucked and arched into him, my breasts pressing against his chest,my nipples were so hard that they hurt. 

“I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it,I keep getting so wet thinking about you and what it would feel like if you touched me while I suck your cock and your cum all over my face.”

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me,his hand moved lower, sliding under the hem of my dress, fingertips brushing the back of my thigh,so close to where I needed him. 

“Tell me how wet you are right now, little brat.”

My face burned, but the words spilled out “Soaked”. My panties are ruined,I touched myself earlier in the studio thinking about you… came whispering your name.”

Something in him snapped,he kissed me not soft or gentle but like a make who was hungry for his little girl.

His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding in like he owned me,i moaned into it, my hands fisting in his shirt while his other hand finally moved between my legs, cupping my pussy over my soaked panties .

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re dripping for me,princess,this little cunt is begging for Daddy’s fingers, isn’t it?”. 

The word Daddy hit me like lightning,my hips rocked against his hand on their own. 

“Yes… please, Daddy.”

He rubbed me through the fabric, slow circles right over my swollen and creamy clit,I whimpered, spreading my legs wider for him.

The pleasure built fast, sharp and overwhelming. He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly, while his fingers kept fingering and thrusting deeper into my wet and slippery pussy.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, “So tight and needy.

I shouldn’t be doing this. But fuck… you already seems to be sweeter than your mom,who hardly wet I want to ruin this sweet little pussy. 

Stretch it open and make you scream my name and call me Daddy.”

I was shaking, my hips grinding against his hand like I had no shame left and maybe I didn't,not anymore,not with him.

He pushed my panties aside and slid one thick finger along my folds, slow and deliberate, coating finger in how embarrassingly wet I already was.

He didn't push in,just circled my entrance,lazy and unhurried like he had all night and intended to use every second of it making me suffer.

"Please" The word fell out before I could catch it.

"Please what?" His voice was low, right against my ear, and I felt it everywhere. 

"Use your words, princess. Tell Daddy exactly what you want." 

"You're going to beg a lot prettier than that before I give you what you need.”

Hermes pulled back just enough to look at me. 

“Not tonight, baby,not like this you’re drunk and hurting. When I finally fuck you, I want you to remember every second,I want you sober and begging on your knees for Daddy’s cock.”

He kept rubbing my clit instead, faster now, perfect pressure,I came hard, crying out against his chest, my pussy pulsing and gushing over his fingers. 

He held me through it, murmuring dirty praises in my ear “good girl,” “so pretty when you come,” “this cunt belongs to me now.”

When it was over, I felt boneless,he fixed my dress, kissed my forehead, and gently pushed me toward the door.

“Go to bed, Liana. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I stumbled out, legs shaky, pussy still throbbing with aftershocks,the guilt hit me the second I was back in my room. 

My mom’s husband,I’d let him touch me. Called him Daddy and I already wanted more.

So much more.

I crawled into bed, sore and satisfied and terrified all at once. This was only the beginning and I had no idea how deep this hole was going to get.

But as I drifted off, one thing was clear, I wasn’t going to stop falling