Chapter 3: Say You Want Me, Daddy
1211 Words
SOFIA
The office door clicked shut behind me. The lock sounded louder than it should have.
The room was dim, only the desk lamp glowing low, casting long shadows across the leather and dark wood. And there he was.
Damien Voss.
Still seated behind his massive desk. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. Belt open. Pants shoved down just enough.
His c**k in his fist, thick and heavy, veins standing out, the head slick and dark with pre-c*m that glistened in the lamplight.
He hadn’t covered himself. Hadn’t even tried.
Our eyes locked.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them. Heat flooded me instantly, vicious and unstoppable.
My c**t throbbed once, hard, then kept pulsing. Slick rushed out of me in a warm gush, soaking my thong, dripping down the insides of my thighs.
My n*****s scraped against the inside of my dress like they were begging for his teeth.
I couldn’t speak at first. I just stared. At the way his hand was still wrapped around that massive shaft.
At the way it jerked under his grip when he saw me looking.
At the way his chest rose and fell too fast, like he was fighting a war inside his own skin.
“Get out,” he said again. Voice rough. Almost broken.
I didn’t move.
Instead I took one step closer. Then another.
“Sofia.” My name came out like a warning. Like a plea.
“You were thinking about me,” I whispered. It wasn’t a question.
His jaw clenched. His hand tightened on his c**k, gave one slow, involuntary stroke. A bead of pre-c*m welled at the slit and slid down the shaft.
“Don’t,” he growled.
“Don’t what?” I stepped around the side of the desk. Close enough to smell him now. Dark, masculine, alpha. Mixed with the sharp salt of his arousal. “Don’t admit that I’ve been soaked since dinner? That my p***y hasn’t stopped aching since you looked at me like you wanted to f**k me on the table in front of my mother?”
He sucked in a breath. His c**k twitched hard in his grip.
“Stop talking like that.”
“Why?” I leaned against the edge of the desk. My dress rode up. I didn’t fix it. “Because it’s true? Because you’re hard as steel right now thinking about burying that inside me?”
“Sofia.” His voice cracked on my name this time.
I reached out. Not to touch him. Not yet. Just let my fingers hover an inch from his shaft. Close enough that he could feel the heat of my hand.
“I felt it the second you said my name in the foyer,” I said softly. “My whole body lit up. My n*****s got so hard they hurt. My c**t started throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. And when you brushed my fingers at dinner… God, Damien. I almost came right there in my chair.”
His eyes flared. Gold flickered in the black. Wolf close to the surface.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for.” My voice dropped to a whisper.
“I want you to stop pretending. I want you to admit you’ve been leaking pre-c*m since I walked into this house. I want you to tell me how badly you want to spread me open on this desk and f**k me until I can’t walk. Until I’m screaming your name and dripping your c*m down my thighs for days.”
A low, tortured sound ripped out of him. His hand moved again. One slow pump. Then another. Like he couldn’t help it.
“I can’t,” he rasped. “You’re eighteen. You’re my stepdaughter. Your mother is my wife on paper. This bond… it’s biology. It’s not… it’s not right.”
“Bullshit.” I leaned closer. My breath ghosted over the head of his c**k. He shuddered. “You’re not stopping because it’s wrong. You’re stopping because you’re terrified of what happens when you finally let go. When you finally take what’s yours.”
His free hand shot out. Gripped my wrist. Hard. Not painful. Just enough to hold me still.
“I’m not taking anything from you,” he said. Voice low. Dangerous. “I won’t ruin you.”
“You already have.” I twisted my wrist in his grip until my palm pressed flat against his abdomen, just above where his hand still worked his c**k.
“You ruined me the second you looked at me like I was already naked. The second your scent hit me and my body decided it belonged to you. I’ve never been this wet. Never needed anything this bad. And you’re sitting here jerking off to the thought of me instead of just f*****g me like we both know you want to.”
His eyes closed for a second. When they opened again, they were pure gold.
“I won’t cross that line,” he said. Almost a growl. “Not tonight. Not ever. You deserve better than being the secret f**k of a man twice your age who’s married to your mother.”
I laughed. Soft. Breathless. “You think I want better? I want you. I want your hands on me. Your mouth on me. Your c**k stretching me open until it hurts so good I cry. I want your knot locking inside me while you pump me full. I want to be marked. Claimed. Ruined. By you.”
His hand on my wrist tightened. His other hand kept stroking. Slow now. Tortured.
“Get out of here, Sofia,” he said. “Before I do something neither of us can come back from.”
I leaned in until my lips were a breath from his ear.
“Then do it,” I whispered. “Do the thing we can’t come back from. Because I’m not leaving until you admit you burn for me the same way I burn for you.”
For one long, endless heartbeat he didn’t move.
Then he released my wrist.
Pushed back from the desk.
Stood.
Loomed over me.
His c**k still hard. Still leaking. Still in his hand.
“Get. Out,” he said. Each word carved from stone.
I searched his face. Saw the war there. The hunger. The guilt. The iron control that was cracking but not broken.
I stepped back.
Turned.
Walked to the door.
But before I opened it, I looked over my shoulder.
“This isn’t over,” I said quietly. “You can lock the door. You can tell yourself it’s wrong. You can jerk off to me every night for the rest of your life. But we both know the truth. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And sooner or later… you’re going to stop fighting it.”
I slipped out.
Closed the door behind me.
And walked down the dark hallway with my thighs slick, my heart racing, and the taste of his name still burning on my tongue.
He hadn’t f****d me tonight.
But he would.
Because neither of us could hold out forever.
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