Page 31 of The Daddy’s Girl

“Are you sure we can be in here?” the woman whispers between kisses.

I need to show myself now. Before things go too far. The only way out is the door they just came through. And there’s no way I’m just going to hide here while they do it.

Slowly standing from the couch, I keep my eyes down, refraining from looking at the couple, kissing their way to the bed. My plan is to just apologize and quickly exit.

Then I hear his voice.

“I’m sure, ma belle.”

My head snaps up, and I stare through the sheer curtain at Matis on the other side.

Frozen in place, I try to register what I’m seeing, unable to take my eyes off the way he’s kissing her. He has both hands wrapped around her jaw, licking his way into her mouth with passion. They are both so engrossed with each other, neither of them see me standing here.

Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I sway on my feet as the room starts to pulse around me. This can’t be happening. He brought her here?

He told me he wasn’t going to sleep with her on the first date. He’s supposed to be looking for a real partner.

It’s like watching a car crash. I don’t want to see this. But I can’t look away. He’s touching her. Kissing her. Moving her toward the bed.

Tears prick my eyes as I watch the man I love give another woman everything I want.

Then, as he grinds his hips against her, gripping her ass, he presses his groin to her core…and warmth grows in my belly like a slowly kindling fire.

My feet are planted, and I am an unmoving statue, watching the scene unfold slowly. It feels like both torture and ecstasy at the same time.

It’s too late for me to go now. But my eyes widen as she drops to her knees in front of him, tugging down his zipper with a look of flirtatious need in her eyes. I find myself dropping to my knees too, hiding behind the couch although neither of them has noticed me here at all. The curtain is dark but not so dark that it hides me completely. He must…really be so into her he’s not aware of his surroundings.

I don’t know why I watch as she pulls out his cock. I don’t know why I watch as she wraps her lips around it. And I don’t know why I watch as she moans around his length…but I do.

I watch it all. My eyes focus on her movement. His pleasure. His face.

Filled with both arousal and jealousy, my body is at war with my heart. I should hate this. It should be torture, but instead…I’m so turned on I feel like a ticking bomb ready to explode.

After a few minutes of her bobbing her head on his groin, he lets out a husky growl. Tearing her off his cock, he tosses her down on the bed and climbs over her.

No.

I can’t watch him have sex.

I can’t.

He lifts her dress, just a few inches, and I see the restlessness in his movements. Something has him acting frantically. As he runs his fingers between her legs, it’s like he’s running them between mine.

My lips part, and I stop breathing altogether. I’m watching them as if I’m a part of them. I’m not watching them because I like it or because it turns me on.

I’m watching them because it gives me control.

And that control is intoxicating.

They didn’t consent to this. What is wrong with me? Everything about this is against everything I believe in, but I can’t bring myself to stop.

Matis has his eyes shut tight, and I wish I knew why he looks so pained. He seems intent on her pleasure, as if it’s all he needs. He kneels over her as his hand works its way up her dress. As he slips his hand down the front of her panties, I have to cover my mouth to keep from gasping.

It’s not even that I’m afraid of outing myself now. It’s that…I’m stuck in this moment as if it’s pulling me, holding me tight.

I can’t ignore the moisture pooling between my legs.

“That feels so good,” she cries out.