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This time, I’m prepared enough to kiss him back. Now, I’ve seen a glimpse into the way his eyes change right before he kisses me.
He doesn’t pull away at all. Instead, he pulls me closer, his hands gliding from my wrists up my arms until he’s holding my face. I can feel him fighting his desire to press further, to explore more of me as we both become lost in the forbidden sweetness.
For a moment, I’m suspended in an all-encompassing warmth as the world around me fades away. I’ve been kissed before, of course, but no kiss on earth has ever made me feel so weightless. I never even knew such a feeling existed.
When Dominik pulls away, he stares into my eyes with a mixed sense of exhilaration and alarm on his face. It’s almost as if he’s afraid thatI’llretaliate against him as if I hadn’t set this trap for him to begin with.
Taking one deep, shuddering breath, he adjusts the front of his pants rather conspicuously before gripping my forearm again. “We need to get back to the car now. Don’t you ever, ever say anything about this to anyone. Do you understand me?”
I nod, my eyes wide and hungry as I force myself to come down from the tidal wave of euphoria that I’m trying not to drown in.
He glances around the corner to make sure nobody had been spying on us, voyeuristically or otherwise, and leads me back out onto the sidewalk as if nothing had happened at all.
6
DOMINIK
Returning to the house is one of the most painfully embarrassing things I’ve ever had to do. There was no way to prevent Remi from finding out about what happened, and based on what I know about him, I’ll be taking the full brunt of his wrath. He would never punish his sweet, innocent daughter for anything. Maybe that’s why she’s so out of control.
To my surprise, he hasn’t approached me about it all day. I can sense his immense displeasure with me, but I’m not as fearful that he’ll pull a gun on me and blast my brains all over the wall. He must value me in some way, and I need to preserve that as much as humanly possible.
When it’s time for Mika to go to sleep, I’m required to stay with her until she drifts off. So far, we haven’t had any issues with her sneaking out of the house. However, I worry that she’ll be encouraged to act out now that I’ve shown her my weakness.
The kiss was the worst choice I’ve ever made in my life, and I need to admit to myself that it was a choice. I had plenty of time to pull away, to remain authoritative and emotionally uninvolved.
But there was something about her that pulled me in so hard that I felt helpless about it.
The depth in her eyes when I was scolding her was something I haven’t seen in anyone since I was her age. She still has so much life in them, so vivacious and bright. Everyone I’ve met in the past ten years has had that depth sucked out of them. It sent shockwaves through me, and it was something I never could have prepared myself for.
And now, all I want is more.
After Mika has finished her bedtime skincare routine, she changes into an over sized t-shirt that just barely covers her ass. Her breasts, barely more than a handful each, send the excess fabric over her nipples as they press against the material.
It’s essentially what she wore to the shops today. The problem is that this time, I’ve already crossed the line I swore I’d never come within ten miles of. That boundary was the only thing keeping me from allowing my desire to consume me, and now I’m at the mercy of my lust.
“Can we turn the heat up? It’s a little cold in here,” she says, her voice smooth and sweet with a sleepy rasp at the end of her sentence. It reminds me of glass frosted by a dark morning in November, and my sensibility is arrested from such a common act as speaking.
“Uh, yeah, probably. I need to check if that’s alright with your dad, though. Until then, do you have another blanket?” I ask, attempting to ignore the growing tension between us as my member begins to twitch in my pants.
She blinks up at me with long, dark lashes that contrast her icy blue eyes. Her whole demeanor has changed somewhat, and I’ve noticed that some of the unforgiving, angsty persona has melted away.
Not all of it, but some is good enough for now.
“Are you going to watch me sleep?” she asks, as if I haven’t watched her fall asleep for the past week.
Maybe she assumes that I’d feel too uncomfortable to watch her now that a new dynamic has been introduced. The problem is that she’s incorrect. I want to protect her like I’ve been ordered to, but now it feels personal, and I don’t know how to process it.
I take my place in the same chair I’ve been in for the countless hours I’ve spent in here, but I’m far less hesitant to assume my position this time. She slips beneath the blankets, lifting the hem of her shirt just enough for me to see her panties peeking out. All that’s standing between my eyes and her pussy is a pair of thin, sheer red underwear.
I feel my whole face flush as I attempt to contain myself. I could just barely see the imprint of her vulva through the fabric, and that image is going to remain in my head whether I want it to or not. She wanted me to see. She wanted a reaction, and I’m not going to give in to her again.
Despite her protests of being cold, she barely drapes the blanket over herself as she positions her body on the bed. Lying on her belly, she extends one leg out while bending the other until her knee is practically touching her chest. I doubt she’s very comfortable, but I doubt comfort is her main objective.
If I thought that the mental image of her panties under a shirt was too much, I was sorely mistaken. From my angle in the corner of her room, I can see her whole pussy and ass through the transparent fabric.
My cock is hard enough to cut glass at this point. It would be tremendously obvious if I were to stand up, but I doubt I’ll be able to calm myself down if she plans on staying in this position. I might just have to suffer.
“Dominik, should we talk about what happened today?” she asks, staring straight at the wall to her left.
