All Chapters of SUCCUMBING TO MY LUSTFUL DESIRES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Today, unlike most days, she wakes up without having a wet dream. She opens her eyes to find Christian staring directly into them. His large hand rests on her lower body while the other supports his head. "What are you doing here?" she asks, trying to pull away from him, but he holds her in place. "I enjoy watching you, so I came to see you," he replies, and she scoffs. Christian is married to her mother, and while the past few days may have made her forget that a bit, she was reminded of it yesterday when she saw him fucking her mother."You should leave; I want to take a bath," she says, trying to ignore the electrolytes tingling all over her skin from how his breath brushed her skin and the way his hand played on her pussy. If he went on like that, she'd find her pyjamas drenched in cunt juices."Baby girl, I can watch you bathe. What is it that I haven't seen?" he asks. "You haven't seen me completely naked. Plus, you're legally my dad, so it's inappropriate for you to watch m

The house always relaxed her thoughts and body. It was something about how it felt like home.Home before she married Christian.Warm light spilled from the large pendant lamps hanging above the open-plan kitchen, reflecting softly off the polished wooden floors. Cream-colored walls made the rooms feel bright and spacious, while the tall windows let in the last traces of golden evening light. A stone fireplace stood against one wall, surrounded by comfortable linen sofas and a few carefully placed plants.Everything about the house felt peaceful, almost too peaceful for the thoughts she had brought with her.Dave was standing near the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, his attention fixed on the glass in his hand.“Come here,” he said quietly. "Make me.” she replied.His eyes lingered on hers.Then Dave crossed the room.He stopped close enough for me to feel the warmth coming from him. I looked up at him, my breath catching when his hand gently touched my waist.“Katherine…” he wh

Deception, staged lies, and mixed signals had recently become unwelcome fixtures in Catherine's life, yet oddly enough, she didn't seem to be as bothered by it all as one might expect. Maybe she had become accustomed to the dishonesty, or maybe she simply no longer cared about things that had once been importantto her.She couldn't label her marriage as loveless, Christian wasn't a bad husband but something crucial had shifted. He was successful, reliable, and, in his own way, considerate, but the attraction she once felt had faded into a comfortable routine that now lacked any thrill.At first, she liked that he talked less, smiled less and socialized less. Until she stopped liking it.As she glanced at her small handbag beside her, Catherine adjusted the strap and checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. She reapplied her lipstick, tidied her hair, and forced a pleasant smile onto her face, removing any sign of exhaustion show after her trip.Happy with how she looked, she st