THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 4

LANA

Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My p***y felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the way I came so hard I nearly bit through my own hand. Guilt sat heavy in my chest like a rock. I brushed my teeth staring at my reflection, wondering how I was supposed to look Mom in the eye after what I’d done.

I walked downstairs after I showered, the smell of coffee and bacon pulled me into the kitchen. Mom was already dressed in her blue nurse scrubs, hair tied back. She turned and wrapped me in one of her big, warm hugs. “Good morning, sweetheart. You sleep alright?”

Her arms felt safe and familiar. For a second the guilt crashed over me so strong I almost couldn’t breathe. This was the woman who used to tuck me in every night after Dad left. And here I was, still sticky from her husband’s fingers. I hugged her back tighter than usual. “Yeah… I slept okay.”

Before the guilt could settle too deep, Dominic walked in. He looked sinfully hot, black tank top clinging to his chest and shoulders, grey gym shorts hanging low enough to show the deep lines of his hips. His hair was messy, jaw shadowed with stubble. My stomach flipped hard. Heat rushed between my legs again like my body had zero shame. I turned away fast, pretending to be very interested in the orange juice on the counter. My cheeks burned.

He didn’t even glance at me like anything had happened. He went straight behind Mom, slid his arms around her waist, kissed the side of her neck and murmured something low that made her giggle. His hand moved down and gave her ass a firm squeeze. I bit my lip until it hurt. Jealousy and want twisted together so tight in my belly I felt nauseous. How could he act so normal? How could I still want him this badly while watching him touch my mom?

“Baby, you okay?” Mom asked, pulling back from Dominic to look at me. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Just… still adjusting to the heat down here, I guess.”

She nodded and checked the time on her phone. “Listen, I’m really sorry but they need me early at the hospital today. Double shift. I won’t be back until late tonight, probably after ten.” She looked at Dominic. “But you’ll be home early, right? Maybe you two can…”

“I’m not going into the office today,” Dominic cut in smoothly, pouring himself coffee. “My manager’s got everything under control. I’ll work from home.”

Mom’s face brightened. “Oh that’s even better! Then you can take Lana out, show her around Miami, grab lunch or something. Help her feel at home here. I really want you two to bond.”

I almost laughed, but it would’ve sounded bitter. We had already bonded last night on my bed with his hand buried between my legs. Mom kissed my cheek, told me she loved me, then turned to Dominic. She kissed him deep, the kind of kiss that made me look away. He smacked her ass again on her way out, the loud crack echoing. The door closed and the house went quiet.

I stood there frozen for a minute, my heart pounding. Then I went straight back upstairs to my room and shut the door. I sat on the bed with my knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them. I told myself I wasn’t going near him today. I could go for a walk on the beach, read a book, watch Netflix…anything. But the longer I sat there the more restless I got. My p***y kept throbbing every time I remembered his voice saying “ask nicely.” I wasn’t boring when he touched me. I felt alive. Wild. Wanted. I didn’t want to spend the whole day feeling empty again.

Hours crawled by. Noon came and went. He never came looking for me. No knock on my door. That pissed me off more than it should have. I kept replaying what he said last night, that I had to ask if I wanted him to f**k me. The nerve of him. But the ache between my legs kept growing. Mom’s face kept flashing in my mind. I didn’t want to hurt her. She didn’t deserve any of this. But could I really ignore what my own body was screaming for? Just one more time. Just his c**k. Then I could go back to being a good daughter. Right?

I stood up before I could talk myself out of it again. My legs felt weak as I walked downstairs. I knew the house layout perfectly from all the summers here. His study was at the back, past the living room, double doors. I didn’t knock. I turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Dominic sat at his big wooden desk, laptop open, glasses perched on his nose. He looked focused and sexy as hell in that serious, older-man way. Papers and two monitors surrounded him. He glanced up at me through the glasses, his expression calm.

“What do you want, Lana?”

I stood just inside the doorway, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. My n*****s were tight against my tank top. I could already feel myself getting wet. “I… um… I thought maybe you’d take me out like Mom suggested. It’s past noon already.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyes moving slowly over my body, chest, legs, back to my face. The silence stretched. My hands fidgeted at my sides.

Dominic finally spoke, his voice low and even. “You want to go out somewhere? Or do you want to get f****d?” He paused, watching me. “Ask nicely.”

The words hit me straight in the gut. Shame burned up my neck and face. I should turn around and leave. I should tell him this was insane. But my mouth opened before my brain caught up.

“I want to get fucked.”

My voice came out quieter than I meant. I felt embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

Dominic raised an eyebrow, still sitting calmly like this was nothing. “Ask. Nicely.”

I swallowed hard. My thighs pressed together. The guilt and the need fought inside me until I felt like I might explode. My voice shook but I forced the words out anyway.

“Please f**k my greedy p***y… Daddy.”