Chapter 5

Cat's POV

The bright white light of the office buzzed like a dying insect, giving me a headache before noon.

I had dragged myself to the office exactly at 7:00am; two hours early. And no, I wasn't eager to come to work like the diligent sweet worker that I am.

It's just so I wouldn't have to lie in bed and replay Sebastian's video over and over again with my hands stuck to my clit like a dj turntable.

I thought coming to work early would've been my escape, but I was so wrong...

I would've preferred being a dj for that moment cause as soon as I stepped into the office, Mrs White stormed in like she was personally insulted by the existence of customer service. 

How did she even know the office was going to be opened by this time? She got no family?

She was in her mid forties, dressed in designer outfit I couldn't spend time thinking about the brand's name cause I was broke to afford it. 

She slapped her defective blender onto the counter hard enough to make the plastic crack.

"This thing doesn't blend!" She shrieked. "I paid good money for premium and you're giving me chunks! Do you know who I am?"

Yeah yeah calm down Ms Merlin.

I forced the customer-service smile that never reached my eyes. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. Let me check the warranty–"

"I don't care about warranty! I want a new one. Now!"

I explained the exchange policy to her calmly; twice! While she talked over me, her voice climbing octaves. By the third loop, she was calling me incompetent, then stupid, then started threatening to post a viral video about our "useless staff." 

My manager, Mr Davis, appeared like a storm cloud in a cheap tailored suit.

"Cat!" He barked loud enough for the whole floor to hear. "What is this nonsense? Handle it properly or I'd write you up!"

I swallowed the scream threatening to burst out of my throat. "Sir, I've explained–"

"Explain better!" He turned to Mrs White with the oily smile he had learned properly for crackheads.

"Madam, we'd sort this out immediately. Cat, go to the store and process a replacement. Now."

I walked away with heat burning behind my eyes. Not tears, anger. 

"I better find a real dick soon or I might as well lose it." I sighed as I picked up another package.

.....

I slumped into the tiny break room chair at 3:30, my legs shaking. My phone buzzed.

Mom.

I answered on the third ring, voice flatter than Ihad meant.

"Kitten..." she chirped. "You coming tonight, I made your favourite; Alfredo pasta. Seb's grilling too."

I glanced at the wall clock. 3:45pm. The thought of sitting across him, of his eyes stripping me while mom passed the salad made my tummy lurch.

"I...I'm working overnight," I lied. "Big inventory count. Won't be free till morning."

The phone went silent, followed by the disappointed sigh she makes to make me feel like a bad daughter.

"Oh. Okay. Next time then. I miss you, you know."

"Miss you too, Mom." The words tasted like ash.

I hung up and flopped back against the chair, my head thudding against the wall. 

Early shifts. Late excuses. Just anything to avoid him. Anything to pretend that last night hadn't happened.

My thumb found its way to the chat anyway.

His video was still there, I watched since this morning. I told myself I was just there to delete it; was finally being responsible.

Instead, I pressed play.

Don't judge me, y'all should know me by now.

The screen filled with him again: shirtless, hand wrapped around that thick, veined length; even longer than Marcus's. 

My clit throbbed hard, hearing rushing between my legs again.

"Not today, missy," I muttered under my breath, clenching my thighs together. "Your life's already in trouble."

I locked the screen, dropping it onto the table like it burned.

The phone vibrated almost immediately. I tapped on the screen to see the message.

Sebastian again.

I opened the app. He was typing again.

My pulse kicked up.

"Hey kitten, your mom said you wouldn't be coming today. So bad."

My fingers shook as I typed back, forcing courage I couldn't feel.

"It was a mistake. The video. All of it. I don't want anything to do with you."

Sent.

I stared at the screen, expecting a fallout.

Dots again.

"It's fine kitten."

Relief hit me like a cool air. I exhaled so hard my shoulder slumped.

Then the next message landed.

"Oh well, how'd you think your mom would feel if she finds out you were hitting on your dad cause you couldn't keep that wet cunt in place."

My blood went ice cold.

My eyes went wide, frozen my thumb hovering over the table uselessly.

Was he...blackmailing me?

I stared at the words until they blurred, my heart slamming hard against my ribs. The break room suddenly felt too small, too hot.

Another message came in.

"No response? Good. Get here tonight 7pm sharp and don't forget to wear what I told you to put on."

A winking smile emoji at the end.

It should've looked playful. Friendly even.

But it didn't.

It looked like a leash.

I sat there, phone trembling in my hand, the office noise fading into the background.

I thought about running, quitting my job, moving cities even countries or planet.

Or should I tell mom everything?

I slammed my hand hard on the table. Why the fuck did I even save a dude two years younger than me as daddy just cause he's married to my mom. I face palmed myself.

I sent a message to mom informing her I'd be coming.

I wish I could escape tonight.

But oh well...

******

The drive to mom's place was absolutely pure hell in the cities rush hour. I'd change in the office bathroom after that blackmail bomb had dropped, ditching my work slacks for the shortest black dress I had stashed in my bag. It was basically a scarp of fabric; clingy, low cut with the hem barely covering my ass cheeks. My nipples were poking out like traitors.

Deep down, I had planned to go so I had kept the dress he'd asked for. Expecting my stepdad's dick felt foolish, I know but I couldn't let go of the video.

I couldn't stop thinking about what he might do. Would he be bold enough to make a move on me when mom was around?

The thought of him taking me made my bare pussy throb. By the time I pulled into the driveway at 6:58, I was already slick with my clit swollen against the leather seat like it knew what was coming.

I killed the car's engine and sat there for a minute my nails sinking deep into my car's steering wheel. My heart pounding.

"This is stupid," I whispered to the empty car. "Blackmail or not, walk away." But my body didn't listen. My mind kept on flashing back to his video.

Using my hands to straighten my hair, I got out, smoothing the dress down( was pointless anyway cause it kept going back up), and walked to the door on legs that felt like jelly.

I clicked on the doorbell.

The door clicked open with my mom standing in front of me smelling of vanilla and garlic. She hugged me.

"You made it! Changed your mind about that overnight shift?"

"Yeah," I lied, forcing a smile. "Work let me off early."

She pulled me inside, chattering about how delicious the pasta was. The house was warm, lit soft with lamps, the scent of grilled turkey hitting me from the kitchen. And there he was.

Sebastian.

Leaning against the counter in a fitted black shirt that hugged his chest with his sleeve rolled up, showing his veined forearms. 

His eyes flicked over me immediately; dark and predatory. They racked down my body, lingering on the way the dress clung to my tits, my nipples already pebbling under the thin fabric from the chill. Then his gaze went lower, to my bare legs. A slow smile curved his lips when he saw how short it was.

"Kitten," he said, his voice low and casual. My pussy jolted like he had called it instead.

Mom turned to us beaming. "Food's ready!" She announced plating up Alfredo pasta swirled with cheese with grilled turkey on the side.

We sat at the table; me across from him. A big fucking mistake.

But I knew deep down I hadn't made a mistake.

The first brush came as soon as we started to eat. He used his bare foot to nudge my ankle under the table. I froze, with the fork halfway to my mouth.

Mom was talking about some drama at her salon, oblivious of what was going on. 

He dragged the tip of his foot up to my calf slowly, teasingly. I pressed my thighs together, but without panties, it only made the slickness worse. My pussy lips slid against each other, my clits begging for friction.

His eyes met mine over the pasta. 

"How was work, Cat?" He asked an innocent question, which sounded filthy.

"Rough," I muttered, my voice shaky. His toes flexed against my knee now, prying gently. I resisted for few seconds before parting my legs open.

Just a little.

Enough for cool air to hit my exposed cunt. I bit my lip to stifle the gasp.

Mom laughed at something she said before turning to me. "You look flushed honey. Too much spice?"

Sebastian's foot slid higher, the ball of it pressed against my inner thigh, just inches away from where I was dripping.

"Yeah," he said, smirking. "She looks...hot."

I shot him a glare. He rubbed my thigh in slow circles which made my hips twitch forward involuntarily. My dress had ridden up completely now, sitting on my waist with my bare ass on the chair.

My pussy was completely opened under the table, weeping for him. His toes nudged higher, brushing the edge of my folds. I jolted, clattering my fork. I could feel my wetness on his toes but he didn't pull away.

"Careful," he murmured. "Wouldn't want to create a mess."

Too late. I was soaked, my thighs trembling as he teased the outer lips, dipping just enough to feel my heat. My clit pulsed, untouched but screaming.

I gripped the table edge, my nails digging in slowly. Mom kept talking while he kept stroking lightly, his filthy touches had me grinding against his foot.

My slick dripped down my crack, pooling on the seat.

Mom yawned. "I'm beat. I have clients visiting early tomorrow. Kitten can you help Seb tidy up? I'd be going to sleep. Goodnight." She said, standing up and planting a kiss on my forehead and his cheek.

"Don't stay up too late." 

She padded up the stairs, the door of her room heard being clicked shut.

The dining room fell silent.

It was just us, the air thick with tension. My pussy was clenching over nothing, aching from his teasing.

He leaned back into his chair, his foot still between my thighs.

"Good girl, you came."

"Not yet," I snapped, but my voice cracked, horny and needy.

His voice was low, dirty. "Stand up, let me see what you wore for daddy."

I hesitated.

He raised a brow. "How about I send that video to your mom? Show her how her daughter spreads her legs and call me daddy while fucking a toy?"

Blackmail. Right. Of course that was why I was here, not because my cunt was throbbing for him.

Pfft. Liar.

I stood up slowly, the dress still hiked up. His eyes slowly turned darker as they dropped to my bare pussy, the lips puffy and glistening with my clit peeking out like it was begging.

"No panties? Filthy little slut. Turn around."

I did, my heart slamming in my chest. I bent slightly without him asking, ass out.

He groaned. "Fuck look at that. Dripping down your thighs already. You've been wet all day haven't you? Thinking about my cock."

"Yes," I whispered, my face burning with shame, but so did the need.

He stood up, chair scraping the floor. He came up behind me, guiding his hands to my hips first rough and possessively before pulling my dress up higher, exposing everything.

He slid one hand to my mound, his fingers parting my folds. I moaned, loud now that mom was gone. He found my clit then circled it slowly.

"This greedy cunt. Soaking my fingers already. You came to my video today didn't you?"

"How–?"

"I know my kitten." He pinched my clit lightly making me buck. "Now strip for me, slowly."

I turned to face him, my hands shaking as I grabbed the hem. I pulled the dress up inch by inch, showcasing my bare thighs then hips. Then my stomach before my nipples which were already as hard as diamonds. The fabric caught on them, making them bounce freely.

He sucked in his breath. "Perfect fucking tits. Better than your mom's."

"I can't wait to cum on them."

The words hit me like a slap. Wrong and hot. The fact that he preferred mine to my mom's made more juices splutter out of my pussy.

He crowded me against the table, his mouth crashing into mine roughly. Hungry with his tongue invading, tasting like wine and sin. His hands were rubbing against every part of my body; gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks so cool air hit my hole. Then up to my tits, his thumb pad circling my nipples.

I arched into him, grinding my wet pussy against his jeans. I could feel his cock, hard and thick already.

"Sebastian–"

"Daddy," he growled before pushing me back onto the table, shifting the plates. He leaned down then took one of my nipples into his mouth. "Say it."

"Daddy, please."

He sucked. Hard. His tongue swirling the peak and grazing it softly with his teeth. I cried out, my fingers in his hair. He switched to the other, biting down just enough to sting.

"These tits... should've been mine from the start, instead of wasting time on your mom's."

He kept sucking hard, sliding one hand to the middle of my legs again. Two fingers plunged into my pussy easily, I was wet. He curled his finger against my spot.

"Hear that? Your sloppy cunt sucking me in. You're tighter than her. Wetter. Made for my cock."

I rocked against his hand, my tits bouncing with each thrust. He added a third finger, stretching me with his thumb on my clit. 

"Come for daddy. Squirt on my fingers like the whore you are."

I shattered completely, my back arching with my pussy clenching hard. My wetness gushed over his hand and the table but he didn't stop, he kept pumping into me, milking me.

"That's it. Good girl. Now, on your knees."

I slid down weakly, my knees hitting the tile. I unzipped him with trembling hands. His cock sprang free, thicker than his video, his cap flushing dark pink with his tip leaking pre-cum. I licked it off, savouring the saltiness.

He groaned. "Suck it, kitten. Show me how bad you want it."

I took him in at once, all of it, gagging a little. He fisted my hair, fucking my mouth slowly. "Fuck... your mouth's better too. I should've married you instead. Dated you. Fucked you every night instead of her."

The confession hit mid thrust. Wrong. So fucking wrong but it made me soak harder, hollowing my cheeks. His balls tightened.

"Gonna fill that pretty mouth. Swallow every drop."

He came with a grunt, his hot load down in my throat. I swallowed, milking him. When he pulled out, I gasped, my lips swollen. His cum dripped from the corner of my mouth.

He hauled me up, kissing me filthy; tasting himself.

"We're not done yet. I'm going to breed you and bury my spurt deep into your womb right beside your mom while she sleeps."

I nodded stupidly, already ruined and addicted.

Marcus was coming home tomorrow.

But tonight, I was daddy's.

And I didn't want to stop.

Chapter 6

Cain's POV.

I hadn't seen Valery since she was eighteen. Back then, she was all long legs, always in short skirts with a curious eyes that lingered way too whenever I came to visit her dad, my best friend Spencer. 

She'd always find excuses to brush past me in the hallway, "accidentally" drop things onto the floor and bend to pick in front of me in her skimpy clothes, exposing way too much for her age or even sit across the living room in tiny shorts with her legs crossed in a way that made it impossible not to notice the smooth skin disappearing under the fabric.

The worst was the day I brought a date over; some woman named Lara I'd met at a bar. Spencer and his wife were out, so the house was ours. Valery was supposed to be at a sleepover, but she came home early. 

I can still remember vividly the exact moment she walked in on Lara straddling me on the couch, grinding me slow and shamelessly with my hands on her hips while she moaned into my mouth.

Valery froze in the doorway.

I expected shock. Embarrassment or even her bolting upstairs cause I felt I had destroyed her innocence.

But she was way far from innocent.

Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed under her chest so her tits pushed up, and watched. Really watched with her lips parting slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. When Lara finally noticed and scrambled off me, laughing awkwardly, Valery didn't even bat an eye.

Later when Lara left and I was alone cleaning up, Valery cornered me in the kitchen.

"I could do that better," she said, her voice low. "I could ride you until you forget her name Cain."

She stepped closer, close enough for me to get a wift of her coconut hair shampoo. Her fingers brushed against the front of my jeans, lightly and teasingly, just enough to make my cock twitch.

I grabbed her wrist. "You're eighteen, Val and you're Spencer's daughter: my best friend."

She pouted, but her eyes sparkled. "So? I'm legal. And I've always wanted you since I was sixteen. You don't think I don't notice how you look at me when you think no one's watching?"

I stepped back, thinking of possible ways to escape this situation.

"Go to bed."

She laughed softly. "One day, you'll stop saying no."

She didn't know when to give up.

"Goodnight Cain," she said, then turned, her ass swaying in those tiny sleep shorts and disappeared up the stairs.

That was the last time I saw her. A few weeks later, Spencer told me she'd gotten accepted to some fancy university overseas. She left for the UK, and I told myself it was for the best. Distance. Time. She'd grow up, find boys her age and forget about her stupid childhood crush.

Three years passed.

I kept in touch with Spencer; Barbecue nights, football games, the occasional business deal we partnered on. He never brought her up much. He said something about her "thriving" abroad, dating some finance guy, posting pictures of London rooftops, clubs and pubs.

I believed him.

Until tonight. 

Marcus had invited me over late to go over some contract changes for a new project. His wife was already asleep, the house was dark except the kitchen light. I'd driven straight from the airport after a red eye so when he said "help yourself with a beer," I headed there without thinking.

I stepped into the kitchen.

And then stopped breathing.

A girl stood at the fridge, her back at me wearing nothing but oversized white T-shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The fabric was thin, almost sheer in the soft under cabinet light.

I could see the perfect heart shape of her ass, no panty lines, just smooth skin and the faint shadow between her cheeks. Her hair was longer now, falling in dark waves down her back. 

She reached up for a glass on the top shelf her shirt riding higher exposing the lower curve of her ass and a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.

My cock went from zero to rock hard in two seconds flat.

She turned, and our eyes met.

She shrieked; short and surprised before clapping a hand over her mouth. The glass nearly slipped from her grip.

I spun around fast, facing the sink with one hand gripping the counter to hide the obscene bulge in my jeans.

"Shit... sorry," I muttered, voice rough. "Didn't mean to scare you."

The kitchen fell silent before she took a step forward.

She stopped right behind me. I could feel her heat before she spoke.

"Still getting hard for me huh, uncle Cain?"

That voice, it was deeper now. Smoother but unmistakably hers.

My stomach dropped.

I turned slowly.

Valery.

She's twenty-one today.

The girl who used to tease me in crop tops and school skirts was gone. Standing before me now was a woman with fuller curves, plumper lips and sharper eyes. The white T-shirt clung to her tits, nipples dark and hard against the fabric, no bra, no panties. Just her, smelling faintly of vanilla body lotion and something sweeter underneath.

She smirked, stepping closer until her breast brushed my chest.

"You didn't recognize me," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "But your cock did."

"Valery..." my voice cracked. "When did you get back?"

"Two weeks ago. Surprise visit for my birthday." She tilted her head. "Dad didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Good." Her fingers trailed down my arm, light as a feather. "I wanted to see if you still wanted me."

I swallowed hard. "You're playing with fire."

She rose up to her toes, her lips brushing my jaw. "I've been burning for you since I was eighteen. Three years of waiting. Three years of touching myself thinking about you while some boring uni guy tried to fuck me and couldn't even make me come."

Her hand slid lower, palming my erection through my jeans.

I groaned, my chest heaving.

"Feel that?" She murmured. "That's what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me down. I'm soaked right now, uncle Cain. Just from standing here."

I grabbed her wrist, harder this time.

"You're my bestfriend's daughter."

"I'm twenty one today." She pressed her body against mine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. "Legal. Wet and still waiting for you to stop being a gentleman."

My control was breaking piece by piece. Every filthy fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her knees, her riding and begging me while I filled her up.

But Spencer was up there, probably half asleep waiting for me. My best friend.

I stepped back, my breathing becoming ragged.

"Go to bed Val."

She didn't move, only smiled; slow and wicked.

"You can still have me if you want to uncle Cain."

Then she turned, her ass swaying under that barely there shirt and walked out of the kitchen.

Like she did three years ago.

But I knew this was going to be different.

Because tonight wasn't over.

And neither was she.