“Why?” My voice shakes.
He smooths a hand up my chest to cup my breast. “Because it’s what you really want.”
I gasp as he lowers his mouth to my nipple, something he couldn't do while wearing the mask. His warm, wet mouth feels like the opposite of wrong, though there’s no way this could ever be right. He’s married to my mother.
“What about Mom?” I ask.
“Your mom and I haven’t been intimate in a long time,” he says. “We’ve stayed together out of convenience, but our marriage is virtually over. Some days I feel like you and I are closer than she a
nd I ever were.”
I can’t say I haven’t felt my mother pulling away these past few months. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was having an affair, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Still, that doesn’t excuse Marcus’s actions. I should tell him this has to stop. I should demand he untie me and then immediately call the police.
But I can’t. Because deep down, I want this, and he knows it.
So I give up on thoughts of fighting, of pleading, of thinking this could end any other way. Marcus knew from the start that I needed to say no, which is why he never gave me the chance to say yes in the first place.
"Don't," I whisper, not because I think it’ll stop him, but because it turns me on to hear myself say it.
He sucks my nipple until it’s as stiff as a pebble, then does the same to the other one. I’m practically crackling with arousal when he finally rises to look at me.
The bulge in his slacks is enormous. I can already feel my clit pulsing and my muscles clenching.
My daddy’s going to fuck me.
He frees his cock from his pants. It juts out, thick and long and dripping. He rubs the head over my clit, then slides it down to my pussy.
With a groan, he pushes it inside me.
“Ow!” I cry, my muscles stretching to embrace him. “Oh don’t, Daddy, please!”
He fucks me slow, letting me get used to having his big cock inside me. I beg him to stop even as I feel myself growing wetter. He captures my protests with his mouth, and I let him slip his tongue between my lips as he fucks me, possessing me at both ends.
Tears wet the hair at my temples. It’s like he’s overloaded my sensory circuit board. My muscles relax enough that they don’t hurt anymore when he fucks me. In fact, having him inside me is starting to feel good.
Daddy grunts as I rise to meet his thrusts. He wraps a hand around my throat. His pace quickens. He fucks me hard and my pussy takes it, but it’s not enough on its own. I resign myself to not coming a third time, until Daddy sits up without pulling out.
I hear the familiar hum.
“Oh, God.” I gasp the words.
He presses the vibrator to my clit and immediately my legs start to tremble.
Pleasure hits me like a train between my thighs and suddenly I’m coming hard, grabbing his cock with my pussy so tight I think it might break it off. He slams into me, his own body going rigid. I feel his cock pulse as he comes inside me, spilling slick heat that spills out onto my already soaked sheets.
I hadn’t even thought to worry about the fact that I’m not on birth control.
“Christ...” Daddy pulls out and immediately unties my hands and ankles.
He rubs my sore wrists. Neither of us says anything. What the hell do you say after something like that?
Daddy tucks his cock inside his sweatpants, then sighs heavily.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Am I? I don’t know. All of a sudden, I can’t take the way he’s looking at me. I roll to face the wall, feeling at once numb and overcome.
“I’ll let you get some sleep,” he whispers. “Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”