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His brows pinch together. “Even when you touch yourself?”
I gulp as I slightly shift.
“It’s okay, Grace. Tell me,” Daniel encourages.
“I never really liked touching myself or anything close to… sexual,” I admit, feeling twice as awkward.
He grins. “But you did with me?”
“Yes… I did.” I sigh, knowing I can’t hide from him. Not when my pussy is still dripping on his desk, not when his hands are on me, not when his chin still shines with my release.
“Can I watch? When you touch yourself?” he asks.
Goosebumps rise on my skin as his question feels even more intimate than what we just did.
I blink. “I–I…”
“Darling, let me teach you,” he whispers.
I take a sharp breath. “Okay.”
“Thank you, my sweet, good girl,” he says. “You’re doing so,sogood, Grace.”
My skin tingles at his praise as he tucks a stray hair behind my ear. A part of me is confused how we got to this point, but the other part is confused how we didn’t end up here sooner. If he wants me like this,haswanted me like this and has known I want him… is it just because he’s been waiting for my permission?
“I wonder, though,” he starts, amusement glinting in his eyes.
“What?” I ask.
“I wonder how many times I can make you squirt like that, come like that.” He hums, his hands dropping to my sides as he steps so close, the outline of his hard cock nudges against my wet, sensitive pussy.
“With my tongue,” he whispers as his lips graze over my ear. “With my fingers.” He slightly sucks on my lobe. “And with my cock.”
Oh, God.
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Daniel
Ican still taste her, feel her on my skin as I eat my dinner at home, trying to listen to my son. His words are like static as he drones on with Stacy beside him. She smiles and laughs at everything he says. I hate her laugh. The sound of it twists my stomach since she does it so easily, since she has knowingly hurt my sweet darling in multiple ways, multiple times over.
But my hands are tied. I wanted to fire her, but my son… he made it clear how he felt about Stacy, how he believes he’ll never grow tired of her.Yes, his words.
Tired… like he became of Grace.
I was him once, with his mother, never once realizing what I was missing even when she threw herself at me. I believed it was love, but now I know how blind I was. The same blindness I see in my son. All he’s doing is thinking with his co—
“Dad? Are you listening?”
My attention snaps back to him and I nod. “Sorry, I was thinking about the meeting I had.”
“There’s more to life than work, you know,” he says, taking another bite of his salmon.
“My hard work is what got us here.” I pause as I gesture around me. I didn’t come from money, but my son has never worked for anything. When he was born, I’d already started my own company, and when he was four, we had this estate built.
“It’s time for you to step up,” I say, starting a conversation we’ve had plenty of times before. A conversation I already know the outcome of.
“Well, I did what you wanted. I moved out of the house, and we all know how that ended.” He laughs, and Stacy joins as I keep quiet. Knowing their laughter is aimed at Grace puts a bad taste in my mouth.
