I'll Find Out

Emelia woke up the next morning with her body still humming from the events of the previous night. The memory of Marcus on his knees, his mouth devouring her so hungrily, refused to leave her mind. She could still feel the ghost of his tongue between her legs and the way he had denied her release at the very edge. Her pussy ached with unresolved need as she stretched beneath the soft sheets. The rain had eased into a light drizzle, but the gray sky outside matched the restless energy swirling inside her.

She dressed carefully that morning, choosing a thin white tank top that clung to her breasts and a pair of tiny cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. No bra. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to remember exactly how wet she had been for him last night.

Downstairs, the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and toasted bagels. Clara was already dressed for the day in an elegant cream blouse, her blonde hair swept into a neat chignon. She moved around the island with her usual graceful efficiency.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Clara said brightly when Emelia entered. "You look a little tired. Did the rain keep you up again?"

Emelia forced a smile and reached for the coffee pot. "A little. I think I am still adjusting to being home."

Marcus sat at the head of the table, reading something on his tablet. He was dressed for the office today in a charcoal gray suit that made his broad shoulders look even more imposing. When Emelia sat down across from him, he glanced up. Their eyes met for a brief second. His expression remained carefully neutral, but she saw the slight tightening around his jaw. He remembered last night too. She was sure of it.

Clara placed a plate in front of each of them and sat down. "I have a full day of meetings for the gala planning. I probably will not be home until after six. Marcus, are you working from the office today or staying here?"

"I will be in the office most of the day," Marcus replied, his deep voice steady. "There are some sensitive client matters I need to handle in person."

Emelia took a slow sip of her coffee, watching him over the rim of her mug. Sensitive client matters. The words from last night echoed in her head. The phone call. The mention of selling data. The threats. She needed to know more. If Marcus was involved in something illegal, it could affect all of them. And a darker part of her wondered whether that danger made him even more irresistible.

After breakfast, Clara kissed Marcus on the cheek and hugged Emelia before heading out. The moment the front door closed, the atmosphere in the house shifted. Emelia lingered in the kitchen, pretending to rinse her plate while Marcus gathered his things.

He stopped near the doorway and turned to face her. "I meant what I said last night, Emelia. Stay away from my office. The security system has been upgraded again this morning. Every door, every window, every access point is monitored. Do not test me on this."

Emelia tilted her head innocently, though her heart beat faster. "Upgraded again? That seems extreme. Are you expecting someone dangerous to break in?"

Marcus stepped closer, towering over her. His presence filled the space between them. "I am expecting curious little girls who do not know when to stop asking questions to mind their own business. This is not a game. There are real people out there who would not hesitate to use you to get to me. Stay upstairs. Read a book. Go shopping. Do anything except snoop around my office."

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to the hardness in his voice. For a moment, Emelia thought he might kiss her. Instead, he pulled back and headed toward the garage without another word.

The second his car pulled out of the driveway, Emelia sprang into action.

She started with the obvious places. First, she checked the living room drawers and the small desk near the bar cart where Marcus sometimes left papers. Nothing useful. Just old receipts and charity invitations for Clara. Next, she moved to the guest room on the main floor that Marcus occasionally used as a secondary workspace. The door was unlocked, but the laptop inside was password protected and the drawers contained only blank notepads and pens.

Frustration built inside her as she climbed the stairs. She knew the real answers were inside that locked office downstairs. The new security upgrades Marcus mentioned worried her. If he had guessed her intentions so quickly, he would make it even harder to get inside.

Still, she refused to give up.

Emelia spent the next hour moving carefully through the house, checking for any overlooked spots. She looked behind framed pictures in the hallway, under the cushions in the media room, and even inside the large potted plants near the windows. Every time she passed the hallway leading to the office, she noticed new details. A second camera had been installed overnight, positioned to cover the entire approach to the door. The keypad now showed a small fingerprint scanner next to it. Red lights on motion sensors blinked steadily along the baseboards.

He really had tightened everything.

She stood at the end of the hallway, staring at the reinforced door. Her mind raced with possibilities. Maybe she could watch him enter the code one day. Or perhaps find a way to disable the cameras temporarily. But she knew she was out of her depth. Marcus ran a high-end security consulting firm. If he wanted to keep her out, he would succeed.

Still, the thrill of the chase mixed with the memory of his mouth on her last night made her bold.

Later that afternoon, Emelia decided on a different approach. She changed into a tiny black bikini top and a pair of even shorter denim cutoffs, then went outside to the backyard patio. The house had a beautiful infinity pool that overlooked the evergreen trees. She positioned herself on a lounge chair directly in line with the large windows of Marcus office, even though she knew the glass was heavily tinted from the inside.

She oiled her skin slowly, making sure her movements were languid and sensual. If he was working from home part of the day or checking the security feeds remotely, she wanted him to see her. She wanted him distracted. Maybe even angry enough to come outside and confront her.

Her phone buzzed after twenty minutes.

It was a text from Marcus.

"Stop putting on a show. I can see you on the cameras. Go inside."

Emelia smiled to herself and typed back quickly. "Then come home and make me stop, Daddy."

No reply came.

She stayed outside for another hour, occasionally stretching or adjusting her top, hoping to provoke a reaction. When the sun began to dip lower and the air grew cooler, she finally went back inside. Her skin felt warm from the weak sunlight, and her body was still buzzing with unsatisfied desire.

That evening, Clara returned around seven, carrying bags from her favorite Italian restaurant. Dinner was pleasant on the surface. Clara talked about the gala preparations and asked Emelia about her plans for the summer. Marcus contributed little, his attention divided between his phone and the food on his plate. Every time Emelia looked at him, she tried to read his expression. Was he thinking about last night? Did he regret stopping before she could come? Or was he more worried about her trying to dig into his secrets?

After dinner, Clara suggested they watch a movie together in the media room. Emelia agreed, hoping it would give her a chance to sit close to Marcus. She chose a spot on the large sectional couch right beside him while Clara sat on the other end. As the lights dimmed and the movie started, Emelia let her bare thigh press lightly against Marcus leg.

At first, he did not move. Then, when Clara became absorbed in the film, Emelia grew bolder. She slid her hand under the throw blanket and rested it on his thigh, slowly inching higher. Marcus tensed immediately. His hand came down and caught her wrist in a firm grip, holding it still.

He leaned over slightly, his voice a barely audible whisper against her ear. "Do not test me right now. Your mother is sitting three feet away."

The warning sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. The risk made her pulse race. She could feel how hard his thigh muscle was under her trapped hand. Slowly, she flexed her fingers, brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. Marcus inhaled sharply but did not release her wrist.

For several long minutes, they sat like that. Emelia teasing him with tiny movements of her fingers while Marcus kept his face pointed toward the screen. The movie played on, but neither of them was paying attention. The danger of Clara turning her head at any moment only heightened the excitement.

Finally, Marcus released her hand and stood up abruptly. "I need to take a call. Work emergency."

Clara nodded without looking away from the movie. "Do not stay up too late, darling."

Marcus disappeared down the hallway toward his office. Emelia waited exactly ten minutes before excusing herself as well. "I am going to grab some water."

Instead of heading to the kitchen, she walked quietly toward the office hallway. The new cameras stared down at her like silent sentinels. She stopped just short of the door and listened.

Marcus voice carried through the thick wood, muffled but urgent.

"I do not care what they are threatening. The data is gone. Deleted from my end. If they come after me or my family, they will regret it. I still have copies of everything they did with the information. Mutual destruction is not a game they want to play."

Emelia heart pounded so loudly she was afraid he might hear it. This confirmed her suspicions. Marcus had sold personal information. He had scammed dangerous clients. And now those clients were threatening him, maybe even threatening her and Clara. The deeper secret was starting to take shape, and it felt darker than she had imagined.

Before she could move away, the office door opened suddenly.

Marcus stood there, phone still pressed to his ear. His eyes locked onto hers with cold fury. He ended the call with a curt "I will call you back" and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

"You just cannot help yourself, can you?" he said quietly, his voice dangerous. "I warned you this morning. I upgraded the entire system today because I knew you would try this again. Motion sensors, thermal imaging on the cameras, silent alerts sent straight to my phone. I knew the second you walked down this hallway."

Emelia lifted her chin, refusing to back down even though her legs felt weak. "Then why did you not come stop me sooner? Maybe part of you wants me to find out the truth."

Marcus grabbed her by the upper arms and backed her against the wall. His body pressed close, pinning her there. She could feel his cock, already half hard, against her stomach.

"You have no idea what you are playing with," he growled. "These people are not businessmen. They are criminals. If they even suspect I have a weak spot, they will come for you first. Is that what you want? To put yourself in real danger just so you can satisfy your curiosity about my cock?"

His crude words sent a jolt straight to her core. Emelia felt herself growing wet again. She shifted her hips slightly, rubbing against him.

"Maybe I like the danger," she whispered. "Maybe knowing you are doing something bad makes me want you even more."

Marcus stared down at her for a long moment, breathing heavily. His hands tightened on her arms. For a second, she thought he might kiss her or drag her into the office and finish what they started last night. Instead, he released her and took a step back.

"Go to your room, Emelia. Lock the door if you have to. Because if I catch you near this office again tonight, I will not be gentle with you."

The threat hung between them, heavy with dark promise.

Emelia walked past him toward the stairs, her body buzzing with adrenaline and arousal. As she climbed the steps, she glanced back one last time. Marcus was still standing there, watching her with an expression that mixed raw lust with deep frustration.

She knew he had tightened the security because of her. But instead of discouraging her, it only made her more determined. Whatever illegal activities Marcus was involved in, whatever threats loomed over him, she wanted to uncover every layer.

And she wanted him to lose control because of her.

Later that night, alone in her bed, Emelia slipped her hand between her legs and touched herself while replaying every moment. The grinding against his thick cock. His mouth devouring her on the desk. The way he had pinned her against the wall tonight.

She brought herself to a quiet, shuddering orgasm, biting her lip to stay silent.

But even as pleasure washed over her, one thought remained clear in her mind.

This was only the beginning. She would find a way inside that office. She would discover the full truth about her stepfather secrets.

And when she did, she would make sure Marcus finally gave her exactly what she had been craving since the moment she came home.

A deep, raw, and very risky ride on the man who was supposed to protect her.