Chapter two

**Third Person POV**  

Christian had always envisioned having a large family, a dream rooted in his upbringing in an orphanage. However, his aspirations were often thwarted as most women he dated seemed more interested in his wealth and the luxurious lifestyle he offered than in him as a person.

Just when he was about to give up on dating, he met Catherine, who was ten years his senior and had a thirteen-year-old daughter named Louisana Luna Sterling. He was open to the idea of settling down with her; she ran a successful law firm, and he would gain a stepdaughter.

They attempted to conceive but faced challenges, ultimately discovering that Christian had a low sperm count, making it difficult for him to father children. Although he was heartbroken, he took solace in his relationship with Luna.

The first three years of their marriage were filled with happiness and tranquility until he began developing inappropriate feelings for his fifteen-year-old stepdaughter.

In an effort to distance himself from these troubling thoughts, he sent her to college in New York, hoping that her absence would help him overcome his feelings. Yet, he found himself flying to New York just to watch her from afar. Now, six years later, she had graduated from college but showed no interest in finding a job.

As he parked his car, he sighed, anticipating a long night ahead. With his wife unexpectedly traveling to London for work, he knew that even if he felt aroused by Louisa's curvy figure, he would have to take care of himself.

He opened the door, surprised to find it unlocked, as Louisa typically locked it until they returned home.

**Christian's POV**  

“Louisa?” he called out as he stepped inside.

“Louisana!” he shouted, making his way up the stairs to her room.

Realizing she might still be out with her friend, he decided to order pizza for dinner since it was getting late.

After changing out of his clothes and showering, he buried himself in work while waiting for Louisa to come home. When the pizza arrived, he quickly devoured it and returned to his study to finish some tasks. However, his legs led him to her room at the end of the hallway. She had chosen this room specifically to avoid being next to theirs due to the noise they sometimes made.

The door was left ajar, and as he entered, he found her lying on the couch, her dress hiked up, exposing her lace panties. He sat down beside her and briefly brushed his nose against her cheeks. His gaze then shifted to her ass, and he inhaled the scent emanating from her.

He quickly stood up, intending to leave, but his eyes caught sight of the dildos scattered on the floor. He chuckled to himself.

“You little vixen, spending my money on this when you can have the real thing right here. No one else is going to touch you; you’re all mine,” he murmured in a low, authoritative tone. He approached her again and whispered in her ear, “You’re mine, all mine,” before walking out with a shopping bag filled with dildos.

**Louisiana's POV**  

With her mom gone for the night, Louisiana got dressed up and quietly slipped out of the house. She wasn’t allowed to attend parties without supervision because she had previously escaped.

With my mom out for the night, I got all dressed up and quietly slipped out of the house. I'm not allowed to attend parties without supervision because I've narrowly escaped being kidnapped twice. However, supervised parties are boring; I'm not even permitted to talk to guys, so sneaking out is always my best bet. I wore a short, silver backless dress that showcased my favorite features, paired with a lace mask since it was a masked event.

When I arrived, I quickly spotted Troy in the VIP section. "Why are we in VIP? It's a masked party; no one will recognize us," I remarked. "I know, but remember my sugar daddy is joining us, so we need to keep a low profile," she replied, and I nodded in agreement. Troy has an extensive network of connections, from sugar daddies to sugar babies, and no one can match his energy.

I downed five shots of tequila before ordering a Sex on the Beach, since the bill wasn't on us. "I'm going to dance," I told Troy, and he nodded. As I made my way through the crowded dance floor, I accidentally bumped into something solid and realized it was a chest. Our eyes met, and I felt an instant attraction to his strong physique and confident demeanor. Although he was wearing a mask, his handsomeness was undeniable. 

"I'm sorry, I think I've had a bit too much to drink," I said. "As a peace offering, would you like to dance?" Before he could respond, I pulled him onto the dance floor. The music thumped through the room as I began to move to the beat, twerking and grinding against him. He matched my energy, his hands gripping my hips as we swayed in perfect harmony. The chemistry between us was palpable, and I lost myself in the rhythm.

Minutes passed as we danced closely, our bodies entwined in a sensual embrace, feeling like we were the only two people in the room. Our movements grew more passionate with each song. 

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Christian soon realized that this captivating redhead was igniting a spark within him, so he left her on the dance floor to head to the bathroom and cool off. Unbeknownst to them, both father and daughter had just shared a dance.

***LOUISIANA'S POV***

I stepped off the dance floor and made my way to the bathroom, stumbling a bit along the way. "Ahh, yes, baby... Louis... Damn," I paused and closed the door. Someone was moaning my name. The chances were slim that they were referring to me specifically, but that was indeed my name. And I needed to see who.

There he was, the handsome guy I had just danced with, stroking his large cock while moaning my name. But I knew that no one here knew me; it had to be a coincidence that his girlfriend shared my name.

And I couldn't recognize him because of the mask on his face.

He turned to me, his eyes filled with desire.

"Want some?" he asked. I was flustered and could only stare back at him. 

"As a peace offering," he added. I nervously approached him.

"Kneel," he commanded in a voice that felt oddly familiar. 

I knelt down, and he pushed his huge member into my mouth. 

"Wrap your tiny hand around it and suck, baby girl," he ordered, and I felt my panties grow wet with excitement. 

I obeyed, sucking on him as if my life depended on it. 

He was big. Most of his cock didn't fit but he still enjoyed it. Judging from the noises that emited from his mouth.

"Ahhh... Yes... Damn... You know how to please me so well, baby girl," he moaned. 

"Yes... Yes... Go harder," he urged, searching for my ponytail and guiding me to take him deeper. 

What am I doing? This is something above the morals I was taught at home.

I let out my small breasts and fondled with them as I sucked on the stranger behind the black mask.

"I'm going to cum... and I’m going to do it in your mouth... Ahh... Damn," he groaned. 

I felt him swell, as if he were about to burst, and he held my head steady while thrusting faster before pulling out and releasing himself all over my face. 

It was dirty, filthy, and somewhat disgusting, and yet, it still excited me.