Chapter Two: The Morning After

I barely slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. 

That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. 

My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it.

By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather. 

The word made my stomach twist with guilt, but it also sent another throb between my legs. Fuck, what was wrong with me?

I dragged myself down to breakfast, wearing the first thing I grabbed,a thin white tank top and soft cotton shorts that barely covered my ass. My nipples were still sensitive, brushing against the fabric with every step. 

I told myself it was because of the AC and not because my body was still remembering how Hermes looked at me.

The dining room was too bright and perfect,sunlight poured through the tall windows, making the marble table shine. 

My mother was already there, sipping coffee in a silk robe that made her look like she belonged on a magazine cover. She smiled at me, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Morning, sweetheart. Rough night?” Her voice was sweet, but there was that familiar edge underneath like she could smell the mess I was.

I muttered something under my breath and slid into my seat, keeping my head down while my phone kept lighting up with Kyle’s apologies, but I silenced it.

Then Hermes walked in.

My breath caught immediately,he wore a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show those strong forearms, and dark pants that fit him way too well,his hair was styled now, but I kept seeing the wet version from last night. 

He looked composed and in control until his eyes landed on me.

For a second, something flashed across his face dark, heated. Then he sat down across from me, close enough that I could smell that same clean, masculine scent from his shower.

“Morning, Liana,” he said, voice deep and smooth.

The same voice that had called me princess last night.

Heat flooded my face while I crossed my legs under the table, but it only pressed my swollen clit against the seam of my shorts. 

A little pulse of wetness leaked out of me, warm and slick, soaking into my panties before I could even clench my thighs together.

 “God, just from him saying my name, that low, lazy way he dragged out the syllables like he already knew exactly what it did to me”.

Pathetic.

Celeste chatted about some charity event, but I barely heard her,my eyes kept sneaking glances at Hermes’s hands,big and veined. 

I wondered how they’d feel gripping my hips and preading my thighs,pushing inside me while he called me his good girl.

“Stop it,he’s married to your mom”. I said to myself.

But my pussy didn’t care,it clenched around nothing, aching to be filled by the one man I couldn’t have.

Hermes reached for the coffee pot, his arm brushing mine for half a second,electricity shot straight to my core.

 I bit my lip hard to keep from gasping. 

When I looked up, his eyes were on my mouth, dark and intense like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“You okay?” he asked quietly. 

His knee accidentally touched mine under the table and stayed there, solid and dangerous. I nodded, but my voice came out breathy. “Just tired.”

Celeste excused herself to take a call, leaving us alone. The air got thicker immediately.

Hermes didn’t move his knee. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, voice dropping even lower. “You ran off pretty fast last night.”

My heart slammed against my ribs while fresh slickness coated my folds. I was dripping now, the cotton of my shorts getting damp. 

I shifted in my seat, and the friction made me bite back a whimper.

“I shouldn’t have walked in on you,” I whispered, cheeks burning. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes darkened, “You looked like you needed something.” 

His gaze dropped to my chest for a moment , my hard nipples clearly visible through the thin tank top. “Still do.”

Fuck. 

My pussy throbbed so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together while I pictured him pushing me against the table right now, yanking my shorts down, and burying his thick cock inside me while my mom was just down the hall.

Pleasing and ruining me while calling me his dirty little secret.

I was losing my mind.

“I… I have to go to my studio,” I stammered, standing up too fast my legs felt shaky.

Hermes stood too, standing over me. For a second, I thought he might touch me or even grab my waist and pull me close so I could feel how hard he cock was but he just nodded, that tight control back in place.

“Be careful today, princess.”

That word again made my clit pulse. I hurried out, practically running to my art studio in the west wing,the one place that still felt like mine.

I locked the door behind me, leaned against it, and slid my hand into my shorts. I was soaked,my fingers slid easily over my swollen clit, circling fast as I remembered every second from last night. 

His bare chest,the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me and that deep voice calling me princess.

I came hard, biting my arm to stay quiet, my pussy clenching around nothing while I whispered his name like a prayer and a sin.

Hermes.

After, I sat on the floor, panting, paintbrush forgotten. 

This was so fucked up he is my stepdad,my mom’s husband but my body didn’t care,it wanted and craved for him. 

Craved his hands, his mouth, his cock stretching me open and making me call him Daddy while he filled me up with his cum.

I

didn’t know how I was going to survive living in the same house as him.

But God… I wasn’t sure I wanted to