Chapter 2: Overflow
?The stairs seemed longer than usual. With every step, the sounds from downstairs—the muffled voices from the study, the hum of the fridge—faded away, replaced by the heavy pounding of my own heart and the splashing of water from the master bathroom.
?I reached the landing. It was dark, illuminated only by a sliver of golden light spilling from the slightly ajar bathroom door. The air was thick, humid, and scented with jasmine and the underlying, sharp tang of red wine.
?I didn't knock. I couldn't. The image of Mia’s foot sliding up my father’s leg had severed the last thread of my restraint. I pushed the door open.
?The bathroom was a sauna. Steam clung to the mirrors, turning the room into a hazy, private world. Sofia lay back in the deep, claw-foot tub, bubbles covering her body. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, a wine glass dangling precariously from her hand.
?"Richard?" she slurred, not opening her eyes. "Did you come to apologize?"
?I stepped inside and kicked the door shut. The click echoed off the tiles.
?"He's not coming, Sofia," I said, my voice rough.
?Her eyes snapped open. She sat up with a splash, water sloshing over the sides. She stared at me, wide-eyed, taking in my loosened tie, my heavy breathing, and the dark intent in my eyes.
?"Ian?" she gasped. "What are you doing? Get out."
?"He's in the study," I told her, walking toward the tub. "He locked the door. He’s with Mia."
?Sofia froze. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and trembling. She set the wine glass down on the floor with a shaking hand.
?"I know," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I know what they're doing. He thinks I'm blind. He thinks I'm just some old furniture he keeps around."
?She looked up at me, tears spilling over her lashes. "I'm so lonely, Ian. I'm in this house, naked, waiting for a husband who would rather touch my daughter. I feel... invisible."
?I stopped at the edge of the tub. I looked down at her—the swell of her breasts rising above the bubbles, the wet sheen of her skin.
?"I see you," I said. My gaze dropped to my trousers, where the erection I’d been fighting was now straining painfully against the zipper.
?Sofia followed my gaze. Her eyes widened. She saw the ridge of me, thick and demanding. Her breath hitched, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The despair in her eyes shifted, darkening into something raw and hungry.
?"You're hard," she breathed.
?"I've been watching you all night," I admitted. "In that blouse. Smelling your perfume. Thinking about how much better I could treat you than him."
?Sofia let out a shuddering moan. She reached out a wet hand, grabbing the waistband of my trousers. Her grip was desperate.
?"Then show me," she hissed. "Don't just stand there. Get in."
?"Sofia..."
?"Get in!" she demanded, her voice cracking with need. "I don't want to be alone. I want to be filled. I want to feel someone who actually wants me."
?She yanked at my belt. I didn't hesitate. I kicked off my shoes and shoved my trousers and boxers down. I was fully hard, heavy and throbbing in the cool air.
?Sofia stared at it, her lips parting. "God, Ian... you're beautiful."
?I stepped into the tub. The water rose instantly, overflowing the rim and flooding the floor, but neither of us cared. I sank down, the hot water engulfing me, and pulled her toward me.
?She didn't wait. She scrambled over me, straddling my lap, the water sloshing violently. Her skin was scorching hot against mine. She grabbed my face and kissed me—a messy, wine-tasting collision of mouths. She tasted like desperation.
?"Please," she moaned against my lips, her hands clawing at my shoulders. "Now. I need you now."
?She lifted her hips, her hand diving under the water to guide me. She lined me up with her entrance. She was slick, ready for me.
?With a sharp cry, she sank down.
?I groaned, throwing my head back as I slid into her. She was incredibly tight, hot and velvet-wet. I buried myself to the hilt, filling her completely.
?"Oh god," she cried out, her nails digging into my chest. "Yes. Yes, Ian. Just like that."
?She began to move, bouncing on my lap, the water churning around us. The friction was incredible—the heat of the bath, the slide of her body, the taboo thrill of being inside my stepmother while my father was downstairs.
?I gripped her hips, driving upward, meeting her thrusts. Every time I hit deep, she gasped, her head falling back, exposing her throat.
?"He never feels like this," she panted, looking down at me with wild eyes. "He’s never this big. Fill me up, Ian. Make me forget him."
?I pounded into her, the pace brutal and fast. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to leave a mark. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixed with the splashing water.
?"Harder," she begged. "Please, harder!"
?I was close. The sensation was too much.
?"Sofia," I grunted. "I'm gonna..."
?"Not inside," she gasped, stopping her movement. She scrambled off my lap, breathless and frantic. "I want to taste it. I want to take it from you."
?She slid down into the water between my legs. The bubbles parted as she surfaced, her hair plastered to her face. She looked up at me, eyes dark with lust, and took me in her hand.
?She lowered her head and took me into her mouth.
?It was heaven. She swirled her tongue around the head, then took me deep, bobbing her head with an enthusiasm that drove me over the edge. The suction was intense, hot and wet.
?"I'm cumming," I warned, my hips bucking.
?She didn't stop. She hummed against me, opening her throat, taking me as deep as she could.
?I erupted. I poured into her, wave after wave, my body shaking with the force of the release. She didn't pull away. She swallowed it all, milking me dry, drinking me down like I was the only thing that could save her.
?When I was finally spent, she pulled back. A stray drop of white lingered on her lip. She licked it away, staring at me with a look of pure, satisfied possessiveness.
?"Happy Birthday, Sofia," I whispered, breathless.
?She smiled, leaning her head back against the rim of the tub, looking more alive than she had in years.
?"Best present I've ever had," she murmured. |
