100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES

HOME ALONE WITH MY ALPHA STEP DADDY 2

Kyros had left by the time I woke up the next day.

I yawned, moved downstairs to learn from the maids that he left in a hurry.

Last night was hectic, I remembered falling asleep with his c**k buried inside me.

Something must have came up, so I dressed up and pack some food and made towards his office which was actually in the same estate just some distance away.

Mum called along the way to bark her orders, but when I got to his office in my flattering cream-colored dress that hugged my curves gently, I ended the call and was allowed into his office without questions. This wasn't my first time here with mum.

Underneath my dress, I wore nothing, my p***y lips still throbbed from his thirst from last night. A secret made me feel bold and shy all at once.

I had come to bring him the lunch he had forgotten at home, but the real area.

When I reached the heavy wooden door of his private office, I could hear low voices inside. I knocked softly and waited.

“Come in,” Kyros’s deep voice called.

I stepped inside and found him seated behind his large desk, looking every inch the powerful Alpha in a raven black tuxedo. Across him, another man sat, both of them discussing files.

Kyros’s eyes softened the moment they landed on me, but he kept his expression composed in front of the other man. “Freya dear, what brings you here?

“I brought you lunch, Daddy— I mean, Alpha,” I corrected myself quickly, and smiled. “The maids said you didn't eat anything.”

“Please wait.” He looked away immediately and impatiently like he couldn't wait to get the meeting over with and bend me over. The silly dirty thought got me blushing, but I moved to sit quietly on the long leather couch against the wall, trying not to interrupt their meeting.

The conversation continued for a few minutes about pack territories and upcoming negotiations, but I could feel the other man’s eyes drifting toward me again and again. Eventually he turned in his chair, flashing a charming grin.

“So you’re Kyros’s new stepdaughter. Freya, right? I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re even more stunning in person. That dress looks incredible on you. Maybe after this meeting, I could show you around the grounds? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be stuck at home all day.”

His tone was light, but the flirtation was obvious. He leaned forward slightly, eyes lingering on my legs.

Before I could even respond, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Kyros’s voice cut through the air like a blade — low, calm, but carrying unmistakable dominance.

“Enough, Neil.”

The words were quiet, yet they carried the full weight of an Alpha command. Neil straightened immediately, his smile fading. “Why are you so protective, she’s not your daughter.”

Kyros rose from his chair, towering and imposing. His smoky green eyes burned with unmistakable possession as he stared his friend down. “She’s who I say she is, Neil and you will speak to her with respect. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”

Neil raised his hands in mocking surrender, though surprise flickered across his face. “Of course, you don't have to get too serious.”

“Leave here” Kyros growled softly. “The deal is done, we shall sign the contract next week.”

The moment the door clicked shut behind Neil, the heavy silence returned. I stayed seated on the couch, watching Kyros as he slowly walked toward me. His jaw was tight, shoulders tense with restrained power.

I couldn’t help the small, teasing smile that curved my lips. “You got a little possessive there… Daddy.”

He stopped in front of me, looking down with those intense eyes. I rose slowly to my feet so we stood close, my body nearly brushing his.

“I was just being friendly,” I continued softly, tilting my head. “Or does it bother you when another man looks at me like that? Talk to me like that?” I reached up and lightly traced a finger down the center of his chest. “Could it be that my big, strong Alpha stepfather has real feelings for me? More than just wanting my body?”

Kyros caught my wrist gently but firmly, pulling me flush against him. His other hand slid around my waist, holding me in place. I could feel how hard he already was through his pants, pressing against my stomach.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl,” he murmured, voice rough. His breath brushed my ear. “Pushing me like this right after I had to watch another male try to flirt with what’s mine.”

I shivered at the word “mine,” my thighs pressing together. “Maybe I like it when you get like this. All dominant and protective over me.”

He leaned down, lips hovering just above mine, so close I could almost taste him. His grip on my waist tightened possessively.

“You have no idea how deep these feelings go, Freya,” he said quietly, the confession hanging heavy between us. “But if we keep going down this road… there won’t be any turning back.”

I looked up at him through my lashes, heart racing with both nerves and excitement. My fingers curled into his shirt as I whispered, “Then don’t turn back, Daddy.”

The words had barely left my lips when Kyros’s control finally snapped. He captured my mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.

There was nothing gentle about it this time.

It was raw hunger, months of suppressed desire pouring out as his tongue claimed mine and his big hands gripped my waist so tightly I knew I would carry his marks for days.

He lifted me onto the edge of his heavy oak desk without breaking the kiss, shoving papers and files aside in one impatient sweep. My cream-colored dress rode up around my hips as he stepped between my thighs, pressing his hard, throbbing length against my bare, aching p***y through the fabric of his pants.

“f**k, Freya,” he growled against my neck, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper. “You have no idea what you do to me. How long have I fought this.”

His fingers found the hem of my dress and pushed it higher until I was completely exposed to him. When he discovered I truly wore nothing underneath, a deep, animalistic sound rumbled in his chest. Two thick fingers slid along my soaked folds, teasing me, spreading my wetness before plunging inside with one smooth stroke.

I cried out softly, clutching his shoulders as he pumped them slowly, curling them against that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. His thumb circled my c**t with perfect pressure while his mouth moved down to my breasts, sucking one hard n****e through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Please, Daddy…” I moaned, rocking against his hand. “I need you inside me. Now.”

Kyros pulled back just long enough to free his massive c**k. It sprang out thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already glistening. He lined himself up and thrust into me in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but so perfect that my eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss.

He f****d me hard right there on his desk, each deep thrust rocking the heavy furniture. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the office as he claimed me completely. One of his hands wrapped around my throat with gentle but firm pressure while the other gripped my hip, pulling me onto his c**k with every stroke.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, eyes glowing with raw possession. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I gasped, my walls clenching around his thick length. “Only yours.”

My orgasm hit me suddenly, crashing over me so violently that I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming. Kyros groaned loudly as my p***y squeezed him, but he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me through my release, chasing his own.

Just as he buried himself deep and started pulsing inside me, filling me with hot, thick ropes of his c*m, the sound of the office door creaking open shattered the moment.

We both froze.

My mother stood in the doorway, suitcase still in hand, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of her husband balls-deep inside her daughter on his office desk.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Kyros remained buried inside me, his c**k still twitching with the last spurts of his release, while my legs stayed locked around his waist. There was no hiding what we had done.

Mom’s voice came out cold and trembling with fury.

“What… the hell… is going on here?”