Dad can't say anything if he thinks I'm washing up.Pulling out my phone, I open up one of my books and start skimming for a hot sex scene.Now that I'm at home, I don't dare chance pulling up porn and him finding out.I'd never live it down.
Worse, he'd probably force me home and keep such a close eye on me that I wouldn't have the chance to just leave.Ugh.I hate that everything is so complicated.My fingers shake as I scroll through, desperate to find a bit of smut to make this easier.
After a minute or so, I come across a steamy scene with an Alpha dominating some poor omega secretary.Poor indeed.That bitch is right where she wants to be—bent over his desk with her skirt hiked up, panties ripped off, begging him to fuck her harder.As I devour the words on the page, I reach between my thighs and stroke myself.
It doesn't take long at all before my fingertips are coated with arousal, making it easier to glide over my clit.Even though I'm nowhere near in earshot of my dad, I keep my moans soft, just barely under my breath.
I can't have him find me like this.Not now.Not when everything feels so fucking good.Leaning back slightly, I stifle every sound that tries to pass through my lips until only a soft whine escapes.It's a pleasurable agony as I ease lower to slide a finger inside.
Tight, but not unmanageable.Unfortunately, the deeper I go, the more my body seems to rebel.The muscles at the entrance clench, making it a touch uncomfortable.But I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the pleasure burn all the hotter.The resistance, the way my body fights the intrusion even as I'm dripping wet, just makes me want it more.
Setting the phone down on the floor, I close my eyes and picture some big, hulking Alpha CEO bending me over his desk as he shoves a thick finger or two inside my pussy, invading me, owning me.Not asking permission, just taking what he wants while I'm helpless to stop him.It helps me loosen up enough to go even deeper.Is it possible to get two in?
Slick drips down the side of the tub as I pull out and notch two fingers at my entrance.Taking a deep breath, I spread my knees and work them in.It's tight, but eventually I can sink down on them.God, the stretch.The burn.It's almost too much, but not quite enough.Moaning under my breath, I tease my clit as I rock back and forth.
My inner walls flutter as my brain concocts all sorts of nasty and erotic images.Me on my knees, mouth stuffed full of cock, gagging and drooling as he uses my throat, his hand fisted in my hair keeping me in place.Me tied down to a bed as an Alpha has his wicked way with me, spread-eagled and helpless, unable to close my legs as he pounds into me.Me fastened to a Saint Andrew's Cross as he takes a flogger to my bare ass, each strike making me cry out, the pain mixing with pleasure until I can't tell the difference.
I long to moan long and loud.I long to scream out my pleasure, but I keep it to myself as I grind my ass back and forth on the cool porcelain.The cascading shower thunders in my ears, sounding so loud, so perfect to cover up the sounds welling inside me.But I don't dare.I don't allow even one slip as I reach for completion.
Yanking my fingers out, I take the dildo and hold it at my entrance, hovering as I gulp in breath after deep breath.I can do this.I can fuck this silicone cock.I can take it.All of it.
As I slide in the tip, it gets stuck, just like last time.However, unlike last time, it actually goes in a bit.Just a touch, but it's enough to feel it as I clench down.My pussy grips the head like it doesn't want to let go, muscles fluttering around the intrusion.It's all I need to finally get a touch of relief as I furiously rub my clit.
Though it's not all the way in, it gives just a hint, just a tiny bit of resistance that tricks my mind into thinking I'm actually being fucked by an Alpha.My mind's eye races forward, changing the fantasy to where I'm back to being bent over the desk as he lifts my skirt above my ass and forces his way in despite my feigned protests.
Please, no, it's too big,I whimper in my fantasy, even as I push back against him.You can take it, he growls, shoving deeper.You're going to take every fucking inch like a good little omega.
It's fucked up.I know it is.But I don't care.I want to be ravaged.I want to be craved.I want to be desired so desperately that he can't wait to have his cock in me—whether I protest or not.I want him to hold me down and fuck me until I'm sobbing, until I'm begging, until I don't know if I'm saying yes or no anymore because it all feels too good.
For a moment, everything clenches as pleasure explodes through my body.I rock back and forth, my fingers never leaving my clit as I ride out my orgasm.Light flashes behind my closed lids as I scrunch my eyes so tightly it makes vague shapes appear and disappear with each thud of my rapid heartbeat.
Ragged breaths escape my lips as I do my best to stay quiet, silent, unable and unwilling to give away the depravity happening in the bathroom.After a few more jerks of my body, my clit finally becomes far too sensitive to continue.Wrung out, I pull the dildo from my body and let it fall on the floor.My pussy clenches at the emptiness, still wanting more even though I just came.
I'll clean it up later, but for now, I just want to get under the hot water and let it wash away my misery.Even though it was the best orgasm I've ever had, I still find myself horny and unsatisfied.The moment the pleasure faded, the longing came back full force.
Why can't I be like Chelsea who can fuck the flavor of the week?Why can't I just stand up to my dad and take control of my life?Why can't I just find someone to set me free?
My muscles scream in protest as I force myself off the edge of the tub and into the hot spray.Tears burn at my eyes, but never fall as I soap down and clean away the evidence of what I just did.It's all so incredibly unfair, but for now, I don't know what else I can do.
I tiptoedown the stairs in my soft holiday pajamas, careful not to wake anyone who might still be asleep.It would be nice to still have a few minutes alone with my thoughts before trying to pretend again in front of Dad and Linda.
A wistful smirk lifts the edges of my lips as I grab a blueberry muffin from yesterday and take it out of the plastic wrap.It's not all that different from when I was a kid and snuck cartoons on Saturdays, keeping the volume as low as I could so I could watch instead of clean.Different mom, but same feeling, same sneaking around.
In some ways, I'm glad not everything has changed.I'm more grateful that I've developed these skills earlier so I can only work on refining them as I continue to age.It takes everything in me not to laugh as I bite down into the tender muffin.Say what I will about Linda, she does know how to cook.Unlike Mom, who considered reheating takeout as being a gourmet chef.
I place it on the counter and look at the kitchen.Things were a bit too chaotic yesterday to really notice.Yet another difference.Before Linda, Christmas was a much smaller, less garish affair.Now, it seems my dad is making up for lost time.
Glancing over at all the holiday decor festooning every available inch, I sneer at the frivolity.It shouldn't bother me, but it does.It's just one more thing to overstimulate my already frayed nerves.Despite starting the day awake, getting off just makes me want to curl back in bed and go to sleep.
Frustrated as I am, seeing the jolly fat Santa grinning at me while I'm exhausted and at the end of my rope is the final straw.I know it's bad when all I want to do is walk up to that smug little face and punch it.Coffee.I just need some coffee.Maybe then I'll be able to act like I'm in a charitable, holiday mood.
Just as I'm about to scoop out the coffee grounds, a flash of movement catches my eye.A startled scream hovers at my throat, but before I can let it loose, a strong hand wraps around my mouth.The size and strength alone tell me it's an Alpha.
This is it.This is how I die.
I do my best to thrash, to throw the behemoth off of me, but he doesn't budge.In fact, he takes his free hand and wraps it around my waist, pulling me snug against him.Hard, implacable muscles dig into my back as I stand there, unable to fully process what's happening to me.
On instinct, I close my eyes and do my best to go limp.Maybe if I don't fight, I'll manage to live.Holding my breath, I try to memorize everything I can about the man in case I live to tell the tale to the police.
