Aria's POV
My knees pressed against the cool tile, my lips stretched wide as I worshipped Richard's thick cock. The salty taste of him coated my tongue, my throat burning each time he pushed deeper. My nipples ached beneath my thin top, so tight they felt like they might pierce through the fabric, and my clit was throbbing furiously, swollen and demanding more attention than my fingers could give.
Richard's hand was heavy on the back of my head, guiding me, holding me there. Every time I gagged, he groaned, his eyes never leaving me. His voice was low, taunting, "That's it, Aria… you love choking on Daddy's cock, don't you?"
Heat flushed through me. My pussy clenched at his words, slick dripping down my thighs. I moaned around him, my throat vibrating with shameless need. I was his—right there, on my knees, messy and ruined, and I wanted more.
But then…
"Dad!"
The voice snapped me like a whip, sharp, cutting through the haze. I froze, mouth still full, lips stretched, eyes wide in horror.
I jerked back, coughing, saliva dripping from my chin. My gaze darted to the doorway—and there he was. Caleb. His fists clenched, jaw tight, his eyes blazing like fire. He looked furious… but also hungry. So hungry it sent a shiver down my spine.
"What the fuck is this?" His voice was low, shaking with restrained rage. His eyes raked over me, lingering on my wet lips, the way my chest heaved, my nipples pressing against my shirt, and then lower, between my thighs where my skirt had ridden up, revealing the damp fabric clinging to my pussy.
"Caleb…." I stammered, scrambling to wipe my mouth, but Richard's chuckle cut me off.
"She couldn't help herself," Richard said smoothly, almost amused, his cock still heavy in his hand, glistening with my spit. "She wanted it. You can see how wet she is. Don't act like you haven't been staring at her the same way."
My face burned. My nipples throbbed harder under his words, my clit twitching so sharply it made my thighs tremble. I wanted to hide, but I also wanted Caleb to see me like this, to see how much of a slut I had become under his father's control.
"You're disgusting," Caleb spat, but his eyes didn't leave me. They darkened further, as if fighting something inside him. "Both of you."
Richard only smirked, pulling me back by my hair so my chest arched forward, nipples straining against my top. He licked his lips and looked straight at Caleb. "You want her just as badly as I do. Don't deny it."
"Stop!" I gasped, my voice trembling, shame and heat battling inside me. My pussy pulsed violently, soaking through my panties. I tried to close my thighs but the throbbing only worsened.
Caleb's jaw tightened. He turned sharply and stormed out, his footsteps heavy, echoing down the hallway. The door slammed, leaving me panting in silence.
My chest heaved. My body burned. I collapsed against Richard, but my thoughts were spiraling, guilt flooding me. Caleb had seen me. Caleb knew.
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That night, I tried to hide in my room, but my body betrayed me. My nipples were sore, tingling every time the fabric of my nightgown brushed them. My clit was swollen, throbbing against my panties like a heartbeat. I couldn't stop replaying Caleb's eyes—the fury, the hunger.
When I slipped out to the bathroom to cool my face, I barely had time to breathe before the door clicked shut behind me.
I froze. Slowly, I turned.
Caleb stood there, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his eyes dark and wild.
My pulse raced. "C-Caleb…"
In two strides, he was in front of me. His hand shot out, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His grip was rough, his thumb pressing against my cheek. His eyes bored into mine, seething, aroused.
"You let him fuck your mouth," he growled. His voice was low, vibrating with rage and desire. "Did he already have you? Did you spread those pretty legs for him too?"
"I—I…" My words tangled, my thighs squeezing shut. My clit pulsed so hard it hurt.
"Answer me," he demanded, his face so close his breath fanned my lips.
"No—" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Not yet."
Something shifted in his eyes. A dangerous smirk tugged at his lips. "Good. Then I'll take what's mine first."
Before I could protest, his mouth crushed against mine. His kiss was bruising, furious, his tongue forcing past my lips, claiming me. I moaned into him, my body betraying me, my nipples scraping against his chest as I arched into him.
His hand dropped between us, sliding under my nightgown. My breath hitched, my body trembling as his fingers found my soaked panties. He pressed against my swollen clit, rubbing slow, hard circles that made my knees buckle.
"Fuck, you're drenched," he hissed against my mouth. "So wet for me already. Admit it—you've been waiting for me."
"I… I can't—" I whimpered, but my hips betrayed me, grinding desperately against his hand.
He shoved my panties aside and plunged two fingers deep inside me. I gasped, my back hitting the cold bathroom wall. My pussy clenched around him instantly, slick coating his fingers as he pumped into me.
"Caleb—oh god—" My voice broke into moans, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside me, while his thumb pressed harshly against my throbbing clit. My nipples tingled, scraping against the thin fabric of my gown, my whole body jerking helplessly.
"Look at you," he growled, biting at my neck. "Shaking on my fingers. You're mine, Aria. Not his. Mine."
"Y-yes," I cried out, my voice high and desperate, my pussy spasming around him. "Please, Caleb—don't stop—"
He slammed his fingers deeper, faster, his thumb flicking my clit until the heat built so violently I thought I'd explode. My nipples ached so much I grabbed them through the fabric, pinching hard, crying out as the coil snapped.
I shattered against him, my body convulsing, juices gushing over his hand. My legs trembled violently, barely holding me up.
Caleb pinned me harder to the wall, his lips brushing my ear as I sobbed in pleasure. "Remember this, Aria. You're mine now. I'll never let him have all of you."
I collapsed against his chest, trembling, drenched, guilt and ecstasy twisting in my veins.
And deep down, I knew he was right.