Chapter Twenty Two- Sins In Sinful Paradise- Asserting His Dominance Part Three

As hard as I tried, I could not ignore those urges, I could not ignore my desires, I could not ignore just how horny I was, I could not ignore how much I needed to be touched- and that in no time, messed with my brain. I thought of something daring and stupid and executed that something daring and very stupid. I winced multiple times as I sat up and stared at the man, a very forbidden man, sleeping next to me.

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"You do not know how special you are to the Devil, but soon you will find out." He stated, letting me feel the effect of his vow, a vow which chilled me to the born and told me that I should be praying that that soon never comes. "Get up." That order came to me as a surprise. I was trembling and weak as I removed myself from his lap and knelt in front of him, my figure fitting perfectly between his thighs and being framed at the sides by them. In that position, I was too close to his very mighty phallus, it was right in my line of vision for my very eager eyes to feast on. I only looked at that unnaturally thick shaft to find myself wondering if it would fit in my mouth. I cannot believe that I am seriously tempted to suck my mother's husband dick and despite being disgusted and very disappointed in myself, I still wondered if he would let me at least roll my tongue around that distinct head and get a little taste if I asked. I nearly gasped when I saw the Devil's monster twitch like it was giving me permission to go ahead and his hand wrapped around the shaft in a tight grip.

He groaned, staring down at me and burning me with his lust-filled, baleful eyes. "I am warning you for the last time." I immediately tore my eyes away from his crotch because I knew exactly what he meant, I had not forgotten about the promised, "necessarily painless consequences".

"Take care of this." I flinched internally when he raised his hand to my face and the first thing that could not escape my notice, was how his fingers were heavily coated in my juices. I looked up at him for guidance, but his expression only remained stringent and he did not give subsequent instruction, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I angled my face closer and took two fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. It was the first time I tasted myself ever, but I got most thrill from swirling my tongue around his thick fingers and imagining them to be something thicker and longer.

Before I knew it, I had closed my eyes and was sucking and licking his hand zealously, doing more than just ridding it of my juices. My wet tongue glided up his palm and I licked it just like I would lick ice cream in the scorching sun; with rapid strokes before I moved to his last finger, his thumb. His thumb was the most titillating to suck, it was so thick and isolated, I could focus on it without being restricted by the narrow spacing between other fingers. I was close to giving his finger a full on blowie when he abruptly discharged it from my mouth and at lightning speed, his hand caught my neck and he lifted me from my knees, pulling me in until my face was so close to his, our lips were almost touching.

"Good girl." He muttered gruffly, immediately letting go of my neck and leaving me to fall back on my ass, which was on fire.

"Mhmmm…" I groaned softly as my butt collided with the solid floor and that small moment of distraction was all it took for me to have lost him. He had vanished yet again and left me flabbergasted and embroiled yet again. This time as I gawked at the empty chair, I concluded that it had occurred earlier and now was impossible and that strengthened my suspicions of him being a supernatural being even more.

I rose to my feet with brows knitted together, my face scrunched up and my mouth ajar with confusion. I could still feel ghost sensations of his hand on my neck and the pressure he had applied to my throat. "What are you?" I whispered the question to myself, stabbing my eyes into the seat as though it would give me answers, until a fiendishly deep voice came from behind me and startled me so much, I jolted up from the shock.

"I am what you think I am." He spoke curtly and I quickly whipped my neck back and found him lying on the bed, inside the covers. "Come to bed, Marosa." I gulped and felt a shift in my being when he called me by that name. Did he just confirm to me that he is a supernatural being? I asked myself, taking a few hesitated steps in his direction. "I do not have much patience for you tonight, do not keep me waiting."

"I am sorry, daddy." I tried to sound rueful, I know very well what happens when he loses his patience, so I did not waste any time and joined him in bed. The bed was enormous and could accommodate at least five people, but his pillows were positioned too close to mine and he had left me with little space to run to to avoid being in close contact with him. When I slipped under the silky covers, I observed that he was in a dead- like state which freaked me out a bit. He was lying supinely, his eyes closed shut and his chest was not moving.

"Good night, daddy, I will try to be better tomorrow." I offered entreatingly, accompanying my tenuous promise with few words of praise and he did not respond, not even in action. He remained still, nothing of his moving.

I rolled to my side, facing away from him and tried to ignore the pain rippling through my ass. So this is it for tonight, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but everything that happened kept replaying in my mind until I was stewing with regret. If this was my mother's way of testing me because she has noticed my not so daughterly interest in her husband of more than a decade: then I have failed dismally. I was simmering in guilt, I could not believe that I was prepared to betray my mother like that, I cannot believe how willing I was to become my father's mistress. The guilt and regret borne by my actions and thoughts was not viscid though, it evaporated as soon as I convinced myself that I was not the only one to blame and that things could have been much worse. At least I have not had sex with him, not even oral sex- that is the consolation I gave myself and in the absence of guilt, I could not ignore that knotting feeling brewing inside my stomach and dispersing to my core.

I did not get to cum and my body and mind was still punishing me for it. As hard as I tried, I could not ignore those urges, I could not ignore my desires, I could not ignore just how horny I was, I could not ignore how much I needed to be touched- and that in no time, messed with my brain. I thought of something daring and stupid and executed that something daring and very stupid. I winced multiple times as I sat up and stared at the man, a very forbidden man, sleeping next to me. Even in the dimmer night light, he still looked breathtakingly, hauntingly beautiful. His chest was still not heaving and dropping and his eyes were still closed. I do not know what had possessed me, if I was horny enough for my body to produce stupefying chemicals, but I quickly managed to convince myself that he was sound asleep and that he must be a heavy sleeper. I convinced myself that I could be bold just this one and he would not know it. My eyes were fixated on his perfect, devilishly handsome face, especially his luscious looking lips.

I do not know how many times I have fantasised and wished that he could put those lips on mine and kiss the hell out of me. I had the strongest, most overwhelming urge to kiss him and I failed to resist. 'Just one kiss, he won't wake up, you have already done far worse, this will help you get him out of your system,' told myself and that was enough self conviction for me to proceed. I leaned in and pressed my lips into his lightly and got absolutely no reaction from him. This was sort of my first kiss, I have never been kissed on the lips by someone of the opposite sex, and as scary and gut wrenching as that second long moment was for me, it was also very exciting. His lips were so soft yet firm and they felt so good, I could not resist. I leaned in and kissed him again, this time moving my lips and kissing him for longer than ten seconds, before fear finally incited me to pull away.

My lips hovered above his, two inches away from meeting because I was tempted to kiss him again, but I refrained- and trust me, it took all in me to deny myself a third kiss. I was far from satisfied, I had only made myself more horny and desperate. "Daddy, your lips felt so good," I whispered, my voice barely audible and I deliberately winded myself up even more, "I wish you could touch me, I want you to kiss me so bad, fuck! What have you done to me? I wish I could think of you as only a father to me, I do not want to hurt mom, but you make me feel things I have never felt before… oh and when you call me angel or princess… oh daddy, I just can't… what do you want from me? What am I to you?"

I stopped myself at that question, I was getting too into it and it was unfair on me.

It was a good thing that he was as good as dead and could not have heard all of those things I said. I never intend on confessing my feelings to him, he will never hear from me just how much he permutes my very being and ignites a flame in me that has never burned before, he will never know that he does not need to lift a finger to give me the most transcendent experiences, admitting my feelings to him would make it feel all too real. I like having room for denial, I do not want to complicate things, I can't want him too much, I do not want lust to blossom into love.