Her Forbidden Daddies

MAYA

I pulled into the driveway and let the engine tick itself cool while the Miami heat crawled over my skin like a wet tongue.

It’s hard to believe I’m back here, back into my father’s world after what? Four years? Five? I was seventeen the last time I showed my face in daddy’s mansion.

Now, I’m twenty-two years old, with my psychology degree still warm in my trunk, and a pussy that had been aching for one man since I was old enough to know what aching, what wanting meant.

Dominic Kane.

My father’s best friend. My godfather.

The man I used to watch mow our lawn shirtless, and play poker with daddy when I was home from school, pretending to read by the pool while I memorized every ridge of his abs and the thick vein that ran down his biceps.

I owed the first orgasm I had at sixteen to him, with my fingers buried inside myself while I moaned his name into my pillow so no one would hear.

My heart raced in my chest as I walked to the front door.

Dad damn near tackled me on the front walk, hugging me so hard my tits almost crushed against his chest.

He smelled like sawdust—blame that on his strange wood chopping hobby— and the same old cranberry cologne he’s worn since Mom died.

“My baby graduated!” he kept screaming at the top of his voice, like he couldn’t believe it. Not that I could blame him. I had a really hard time after mum died. Sometimes, I’m equally surprised I managed to get through college at all.

“You’re just in time for poker night! The boys are all around.”

My heart twisted in my chest.

The boys.

I smiled the whole time we carried boxes inside, but my pulse was already throbbing between my legs like a second heartbeat.

“They’re in the kitchen. You can skip greetings and freshen up first, I’ll cover for you.” He winked as he led me up the stairs.

I plastered a bright smile on my face, hoping he wouldn’t see the nerves crawling up my skin like ropes, about to strangle the life out of me.

Upstairs, I took my time.

I made sure with water so hot, it turned the mirror foggy. I shaved every inch of my skin smooth, rubbed coconut oil into my skin until it gleamed like honey.

I made sure to shower with water so hot, and stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at what I was about to weaponize tonight: heavy tits that spilled over any bra I owned. He had to like it. Uncle Dom, I mean.

My gym shark phase really paid off after all. I closed my eyes, and his face flashed in my mind. Dom.

I pinched my nipples hard, just to watch them darken and stiffen. My clit slowly engorged between my legs. I clenched my thighs and opened my eyes.

I picked the black set on purpose.

My lace blouse was almost transparent, you could see my areolas if you looked hard enough.

My thong was nothing but a string nestled between my ass cheeks. Over it, I wore a silk robe the colour of midnight, short enough that if I bent even slightly the bottom curve of my ass would peek out.

I left my hair down, wild, the way I knew he liked it. Every model he had ever dated always had their hair down.

Downstairs, the guys were already loud. The smell of cigars, and tequila danced into my nostrils so quickly, it made me woozy.

I waited on the landing, peeking downstairs, until I heard that voice.

He laughed out loud over something my father had said. I bit my lower lip as my tongue grazed over the sore flesh.

His voice was low and controlled as always. He could command a courtroom, or make a woman’s panties drop without raising above a murmur.

There were a lot of them downstairs. I couldn’t show up looking like a stripper. Dom and my dad wouldn’t like that very much.

Besides, I wanted him to see the “good girl” before I showed him the whore I could become for him. So, I made a beeline for my childhood room and wore a big t-shirt and blue denim shorts over my absolutely slutty outfit.

Then, I hurried back downstairs.

“Uncle Dom!” I called out loud, ignoring everyone else and heading straight for him, throwing my arms around his neck.

Shocked, he stiffened instantly, hands hovering an inch from my waist like I was radioactive.

I didn’t let it bother me. I pressed closer, letting my tits squash against the starched front of his shirt. I closed my eyes and let my nostrils inhale his delicious scent— cedar and whiskey and something dark and strong that made my thighs clench.

“Maya,” he said. His rough baritone sent shivers down my spine. “Look at you. All grown.”

I pulled back just far enough to let him see my smile was anything but innocent.

“Twenty-two now. Legal in every possible way.”

He raised a brow, as if catching the hidden meaning of my second sentence. I was legal now and wanted him. Badly.

Dad laughed and slapped Dominic on the back, oblivious.

Dominic’s eyes flicked down my body once. Guilt flashed in his eyes, and he looked away. But not before I saw the flare of heat flash behind them.

I made sure I played dutiful daughter for an hour.

I fetched them more beers, leaned over Dominic’s shoulder to set down bowls of chips, making sure my tits brushed his bicep every single time.

His knuckles went white around his cards.

At 9:30pm I excused myself.

“Gonna change into something more comfortable,” I called, loud enough for everyone to hear.

I took the stairs slowly, knowing five pairs of eyes followed the sway of my ass. And his was one of them.

Ten minutes later I came back down and the whole room went still.

The robe clung to every curve, hem barely covering the bottom of my ass. My nipples pressed against the silk like they were trying to cut through. Hair loose, lips red, barefoot.

Dad muttered, “Maya, we have company…”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just wanted to get my charger.” I purred. Dad frowned, but he didn’t push harder.

Tom, the sleazy one, just stared with his tongue practically hanging out.

Dominic didn’t say a word, but the muscle in his jaw ticked so hard I could swear I heard it.

I cat walked across the room like I owned it, and accidentally dropped my phone right beside Dominic’s chair.

My grin spread across my face as I bent slowly with my ass in the air, and my robe riding up until the lace string of my thong was on full display. I swear I felt the heat of his stare branding my skin.

When I straightened, his cards were shaking, trembling in his big and strong hands.

“There. I found my charger.”

I turned to him with a smile.

I didn’t take a chair. Instead, I slid onto the wide arm of his, thigh pressed to his shoulder, tit inches from his cheek.

“Teach me how to play, Uncle Dom,” I murmured, leaning in so my hair brushed his neck.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of my skin. I know he did.

His voice was husky, with rough edges that betrayed his need for me.

“Maya, darling.” He grunted. I swallowed hard.

Darling.

I could have come on the spot if it wasn’t for all the other eyes in the room.

Next thing I knew, he sprung up so fast his chair scraped the wooden floors with a loud screeching sound that turned every head in our direction.

“I’m stepping upstairs for some smoke. I need some air,” he muttered.

Dad frowned as he disappeared down the hallway.

I gave it four minutes, making small talk with everyone else on the table, before I dragged myself away from the guys, and up the stairs.

I knew he would be in his favourite spot in the house, if he hadn’t changed.

Dad’s study was dark except for the streetlights that seeped into the room through the blinds.

Dominic stood at the window. His hard sculpted back faced me, and his rolled up sleeves exposed the black ink on his veiny arms.

Fuck.

He got even sexier over the years.

I closed the door behind me.

“Are you okay, uncle Dom?” I asked softly.

He didn’t turn to me.

“Maya, you need to stop this.”

My brows furrowed in mock ignorance.

“Stop what?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing, Maya. Parading that body around like—”

“Like I want you to fuck me?” I finished, brow raised.

His shoulders tensed as he turned around, locking eyes with me from across the room. My intestines tied themselves into a firm knot.

I ran home the second dad told me he was in town. He knew I had wanted him five years ago, and he ran, told me I was too young, and found an excuse not to show his face for five solid years.

I’m not a baby anymore.

I walked gently toward him, letting my bare feet sink into the rug.

“You know I’ve wanted you for the longest time, Dominic. You caught me that night, fingering my pussy raw in this house with your name in my mouth. Are you gonna stand there and pretend you haven’t thought about it too?”

His pitch black eyes were maddened with lust so raw, my nipples stood erect, aching for his touch.

“Jesus, Maya,” a frustrated groan tore from his lips.

“You were a child—”

“I’m not a fucking child anymore.” I snapped.

He stopped speaking, with his lips at least. His eyes…they told me everything I needed to know. He was watching me like a hawk, and I was determined to give him a fucking show, rules be damned.

I reached for the belt of my robe. One tug and the silk whispered off my shoulders, pooling at my feet.

My black lace bra, nipples dark and hard and visible came into view. Between my legs, my thong soaked through, clinging to my shaved pussy lips. I was dripping down my inner thighs already, and he had barely touched me.

Dominic let out a shaky breath.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I said, voice shaking with need, not fear. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

He stayed quiet.

I took his silence as a yes.

I stepped close enough that my nipples brushed his shirt, stood on my tiptoes, and reached for the back of his neck.

“Fucking hell, Maya,” he hissed underneath his breath, licking his lips as I stared at them. Lush and red. I had spent years wondering how they would taste. Now, they were merely inches away from me .

“I’m going to kiss you, uncle Dom. And you’re going to let me.”

“May…”

I pressed my lips against his, sealing his mouth shut before he could completely say my name.

Fireworks lit up in my belly. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, just like he did in all my fantasies.

For seven seconds, he didn’t move.

Until I slid my tongue into his mouth.

And his defences shattered.

His right hand fisted my hair so hard my scalp stung, and his other hand gripped my ass hard, like he had every intention of leaving bruises.

He devoured my mouth. Slid his tongue fucking deep.

A growl rumbled in his chest that I felt in my clit. I moaned shamelessly, grinding my soaked thong against the rigid line of his cock straining his slacks.

He walked me backward until my ass hit the edge of Dad’s mahogany desk, lifting me onto it like I weighed nothing. Next to him, I was nothing.

His hand shoved between my thighs, cupping my pussy roughly through the lace.

“Jesus fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”

“For you,” I panted. “Always you—”

His fingers ripped the thong aside and two slid into me without warning, thick and perfect, curling to hit that spot that made me see stars. I cried out into his mouth.

He pumped them hard, thumb grinding my clit, biting my neck hard enough to mark.

I was seconds from coming when the doorknob rattled.

We froze.

“Don, are you in there?”

Dad.

Dominic yanked his fingers out of me, eyes wild. “Get dressed and hide,” he hissed. I didn’t miss the annoyance in his voice.

I definitely wasn’t the only one annoyed we had been interrupted.

I was shaking, lips swollen, pussy throbbing empty, thighs slick. I snatched the robe, barely got it tied before he unlocked the door.

He opened it calm as ever.

“Yeah, just lost track of time.”

I listened from underneath daddy’s desk.

“Have you seen Maya?”

There was a brief silence before he said.

“No. Have you checked her room upstairs?”

The door closed behind them.

That night, I fucked myself with my fingers until I came hard, biting my pillow so Dad wouldn’t hear me scream Dominic’s name.