Chapter 3 Episode 3

NOA

His words hang in the air between us, heavy and filthy and impossible to ignore.

My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it in my throat.

Dominic's hand is still firm on my waist, thumb stroking slow circles over the thin fabric of my dress like he already owns the right to touch me.

I've never thought of him this way. He's my father-in-law.

I should push him away. I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened.

I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don't want him to do all that to me.

But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now.

So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission.

He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Don't stop this time."

I swallow hard.

"This is wrong," I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. "You're my husband's father. I... I shouldn't be touching you like this."

"But you are." He raised his brows, teasing me. "And your hand isn't stopping."

I lean in and kiss him again, softer at first and he lets me set the pace for only a few seconds before his free hand slides up the back of my neck to take control.

His mouth opens against mine, tongue sliding deep inside my mouth, tasting me like he's been starving just like I was.

Oh, Fuck Nicholas, fuck his company, this is what i want.

The kiss was nothing compared to Nicholas's hurried, distracted ones. This one is slow and completely consuming.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath and manage to speak against his lips.

"I've been so lonely...your son doesn't touch me, properly " My voice cracks. "And I hate how much I need this right now."

"You should love it," Dominic answered, forehead resting against mine. "I've watched you. Watch how he leaves you aching. Watch the way you look at him when he walks out of the door."

My hand stroked the thick length of his cock from base to tip.

He's already hard-achingly-and the size of him makes my thighs press together.

I'm soaked, the short dress doing nothing to hide how badly I want more.

"Take it out, baby." he ordered me. "No one will know what we're doing here, it's between us."

I nodded, that was the assurance I needed.

My fingers tremble as I pop the button and ease the zipper down, his cock springs free, heavy and hot in my palm and impatiently I wrap my fingers around him and stroke slowly, skin on skin now, feeling every ridge and vein.

He hissed through his teeth."Fuck, Noa..."

Hearing my name in that rough voice of his, sends another rush of wetness between my legs.

I keep stroking him, thumb circling the slick head, while his hand slides down my back and grips my ass hard, pulling me flush against him.

His hand pulled up my short gown, and cool air kissed the backs of my thighs.

"You've been walking around this house looking like sin," he growls, lips brushing my jaw. "Every time I stay over I have to remind myself you're my son's wife. Tonight I'm done reminding myself."

I let out a shaky breath. "You can't say things like that. It makes me want things I shouldn't, you're my father in law."

"Tell me what you want, forget the reality and just name your wants." he said, ignoring my words.

"I want you to touch me. Properly. I want to feel something that isn't emptiness. I'm so tired of being ignored."

Without warning, he pressed my back against the wall. One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open.

His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties.

He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric.

"Soaked already," he muttered."All for me?"

"Yes father," I admit, the word barely a whisper. "God, yes. It's been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I'm going crazy, I'm losing my mind...ohhh..."

Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

I bit my lower lip, preventing my screams.

He circled my clit once, twice, then pushed one finger inside me slowly.

My head fell back against the wall with a soft moan I couldn't hold in, my fingers playing in his hair.

"Ohhh...yeah..."

"I love you moaning like my little girl." he praises, working the finger deeper.

"Yes father...

"No, call me daddy." he murmured.

"Daddy..."

"Let me feel how tight this pretty pussy is." he demanded, his voice deep and making me wet.

I don't know what will happen later but this js

"Dominic..." His name slips out before I can stop it. "We shouldn't...oh God..."

"Call me daddy!" He added a second finger, stretching me.

"Daddy!" My hips rock against his hand without shame.

I was close to his fingers and the forbidden heat of the moment.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Noa," he said against my left ear. "Hard. Deep. Until you forget every reason this is wrong. And you're going to come on my cock like the desperate little wife you are."

A broken sound escaped throat. I've never,like I've never done anything like this. I've never cheated on my husband with another man to the extent of doing anything with his father and I don't know how to stop myself with you.

His fingers pump faster, thumb pressing firm circles over my clit.

The wet sounds of how ready I am fill the space.

"Don't you dare hold back," he said,"Take what you fucking need."

I clutch his shoulders, nails digging in his skin.

"It feels so good. Please don't stop. Please...go faster!!!"

The orgasm rips through me hard and suddenly.

My legs are shaking as I bury my face against his neck to muffle the cry that tries to escape, but soft, broken words still spill out between gasps.

"I'm coming...oh fuck, I'm coming for you..."

His fingers are still moving, drawing every last pulse out of me until I was trembling and gasping against him.

Only then did he slowly pull his hand free.

Then he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean one by one, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

He didn't look away and I couldn't either.

I bit my lower lip seductively.

"Damn, you are so sweet," he smiled, his eyes still locked on mine. "Just like I knew you'd be."

I stare at him, my chest heaving.

"What now? What are we doing? Nicholas might come back early. He could walk in and..." my voice was a bit shaky.

"He won't." Dominic said, his voice steady. "He's buried in that project and he won't be home until morning at the earliest."

He tucked his cock back into his pants-still hard, still straining..and adjusted my dress for me

Then he cupped my chin, "I want to give you more time to think about it, do you want us to continue or just stop? Any decision you make, meet me at the guest room, within five minutes or else I'll come find you and make the decision myself." he said.

"It's still the same thing...

"Yes, that's why I'm giving you time to think about it, either you give me what we both want or I take it forcefully."

I open my mouth, then close it. My body is still pulsing, my mind racing with guilt and hunger and the terrifying knowledge that I already know I'm going to follow him.

"I'm scared," I admit quietly to myself in my mind. "Of how much I want this. Of what happens after."

Dominic's thumb brushed my lower lip. "You can be scared, and it's so normal, just don't be a coward, come to me, Noa, like a good girl. Let me give you what he's been too busy to give." he whispered.

I never imagined he'd be like this, isn't he supposed to be encouraging me not to cheat on his son.

But No, he wants to feed my desires.

He took a step back, turned, and walked away without another word.

And I stood there, my lips still tingle from his kiss and my thighs are slick.

I still want him!