Forbidden fantasies {3}: Caught in the act

MADELEINE'S POV.

It's been two weeks since I moved into Dominic's mansion and ever single day had been torture for me. Not the kind that leaves bruises in your skin but the slow silent kind that messes with your head and leaves you aching with a burning desire.

He avoids me like the plague on most days, stays cooped up in his study working even after hours of already being at the office. He barely spoke unless it was about rules or breakfast, he'd least spared a longer glance at me only once when I snooped into his library wearing my favorite sweater that draped to my knee with nothing below revealing my bare thighs to his view. 

What was I even thinking? Lusting over my fucking Godfather!

I mentally face palmed myself as the memories replayed in my head. I made an attempt to allure him and all I earned was pure embarrassment. Now he probably sees me as a spoiled little girl he's stucker babysitting or worse a thorn in his flesh.

Fucking hell!

I dragged myself to the bathroom and caught my reflection. My long black hair was tied up in a messy bun that didn't even try to look cute. My eyes were a bit dark and sore, still a bit swollen from barely sleeping. I made do with my favorite red slip gown,the flimsy kind that accentuated my thighs revealing a huge amount of my legs. The thin fabric did nothing to hide my cleavages and my chest pressed against it.

I stared at myself and wondered what exactly I lacked that couldn't catch Dominic's attention.

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The hours dragged by.

The boredom settled heavy in my bones. I'd been stuck inside all day, pacing around like a relentless soldier, not until it struck me — the house was oddly quiet. The empty kind of quiet.

I walked downstairs and found the large living room completely still. Like no one had breathed in it for hours.

Damn how did I forget?

Dominic had mentioned the previous night during dinner that he'd be out of town on a business trip. So he was gone, and the staffs… well, they were never around consistently. Today just happened to be one of those days.

A quick walk around the house confirmed it.

I was home alone.

I drifted myself towards the lavish bar of the house, it looked like temptation carved in shelves. My eyes skimmed over the endless rows of bottles before landing on a bottle of bourbon. I grabbed it and poured myself a shot.

 Dominic would loose his mind, if he caught me. But he wasn't here. And it didn't seem like he cared enough to notice what I did anyway. The frustration seeped into me, heavy on my chest, it pushed me from one shot to another and then another, until the warmth spread through me.

The burning taste hit the back of my throat as I gulped down another shot. 

I tightened my grip around the bottle and made my way upstairs with unsteady steps. I tried not to lose focus so as not to trip on my own feet. 

My gaze landed on his bedroom door at the end of the hallway, a dangerous idea popped in my head. I reprimanded myself immediately, trying to brush it off with a shrug but the alcohol and my curiosity took the very best of me. 

, My fingers touched the knob abruptly and surprisingly it bent open.

He must have forgotten to lock it.

I took a peek inside, blinking as my dizzle eyes adjusted.. My jaw dropped in awe at the beauty in front of me. His room was massive. It had huge king-size bed, sleek furniture, expensive decor everywhere…. It screamed power and silent wealth.

A remote lay near the edge of the bed, I picked it up and slowly crawled up to the mattress. I curled Into the soft sheets and switched on the TV. Looked like he'd been watching something before he left.

Minutes passed.

I kept watching, the bourbon warming my veins, making everything feel soft and hazy around the edges.

Then a scene appeared on screen.

A slow burn kissing scene.

I watched as the man trailed his lips down the woman's skin. Clothes fell away, one piece at a time and in a blink they were both stark naked. 

Something tightened inside me. 

Heat curled low in my stomach, My thighs pressed together as that familiar ache stirred inside me. I could already feel the pulsating sensation in my already wet pussy. 

I watched the man on the tv spread the lady's legs apart, his dainty fingers slowly trailed to her sleek dripping pussy and he began trailing circles around it while his mouth and other hand worked wonders on her D cup breasts. The woman's moans of ecstasy filled the room. 

I was salivating. My mind drifted… unwanted…uninvited… Dominic!

My breaths came quicker. What would it feel like to have his big calloused hand between my thighs?

Heat pooled between my legs and before i could stop myself, my hands moved to my breast, squeezing softly. A whimper left my lips and my head rolled back as I imagined Dominic's hot lips on my nipples, sucking me hard , driving me to the very ecstatic edge I craved.

Low moans slipped from my lips as I squeezed tighter. The couples on the tv were already making out, I could feel my pupils dilating as I watched as the man shoved his hard rock member in and out of the woman's dripping core, faster and deeper.

It made me wonder what it'd feel like to have Dominic's dick buried deep inside me. Fuck what was I thinking?

My breath caught.

I bit my bottom lip as I lifted the hem of my dress. The soft fabric gathered around my hips, I pulled down my already soaked G-string down my legs, letting it fall to the floor.

Next, I reached for my small crossbody bag at my waist, my fingers slid the zipper open swiftly. I pulled out the one thing I always kept hidden at the bottom.

My vibrator.

I brought the base of the glistening toy to the lips of my cunt. letting it tease me, trailing circles around my clit.

Slowly, I dipped it in.

Inch by inch.

Stuffed. Full. Fucking stretched.

I groaned as my pussy made an obscene squelch as it stretched my walls, taking in the size of it. With slow movements, I began thrusting it in and out of my dripping core.

“Mmm Dominic…” I moaned out his named as I imagined it was his cock filling me up, fucking me hard. I leaned back, grabbing my tits with my other hand. I slid it inside me, fast and deep, curling up to my spot with burning precision. The sloppy sound of my pussy sucking the vibrator filled the room.

My muffled moans. Heavy breaths.

“Mmmm Fuck” I moaned “My wet pussy is yours… Dominic” despite increasing my pace I was still no where near my edge. 

I was completely gone, lost in a hazy rush, whispering Dominic’s name without even realizing how far I’d slipped from reality as I fucked myself hard with the vibrator...

Then—

“What are you doing, Madeline?”

My eyes snapped open.