I stood in the bathroom, steam from the shower blurring the mirror's reflection of me staring at myself with flushed cheeks and guilty eyes. I had barely started my morning, yet I could still recall the tension I felt in the hallway, Mark's growls, the sound of their skin hitting, his powerful hip thrusts while he gazed towards the slight door opening,
Everything replayed in my mind like a loop.
I gripped the edge of the sink, breathing slowly, my shirt was still slightly damp from
before and the faint smell of milk still lingered on my skin although I had wiped it off. I looked away from the mirror shamefully but my mind had whole
different thoughts.
Closing my eyes I imagined Mark behind me instead of the mirror, his large hand on my
hips, whispering in a commanding tone in my ear.
“Squeeze me baby, milk daddy’s cock.”
I imagined him leaning close,he stood there, broad-chested and shirtless behind me.
Without thinking, my hand slipped under the hem of my shirt to cup my breast. I
pinched my nipple gently, which was already sensitive enough, and a whimper slipped
through my lips. I could feel the tingling start again, my chest felt warm, my breasts heavier before warm milk clung to my sensitive nipples, then trickled down in thin streams, soaking my shirt.
God not again.
My body was betraying me, lactating at the mere thought of my stepfather. I pressed my
thighs together, feeling the wetness between them but I forced myself to stop. Mom
would be moving around the house at any minute. I quickly cleaned up, changed into
fresh tees and shorts, trying hard to ignore Mark’s hard cock at the back of my head.
I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and Mom was already dressed for work, moving
around happily like she always does. Who wouldn’t be this happy getting fucked this
hard every morning?
Aside from the fact that she was happy, one wrong thing in place and her happiness
would be ruined, could be a chore I forgot about or something moved out of place.
Grabbing her bag she turned to me.
“Mark has a big client consultation and private training session this afternoon. He needs proper hydration, I forgot to restock his special recovery shakes so I made an order, the delivery guy will bring it in a few minutes. There’s still a bottle left and I ordered two more so the three would be given to him today. He needs at least three large glasses before his session ends. understood?” She instructed.
I nodded quickly, knowing her tone left no room for me to argue, my stomach churned.
“Yes, Mom, three glasses, got it.”
She gave me a quick smile, the one that made me fear she could see right through me.
“Good, don’t forget, you know how groggy he gets when his routine is off.” She leaned
closer and kissed my forehead before heading towards the door.
“I’ll be late tonight, make sure he eats something decent as well.”
As soon as the front door clicked shut behind her, I let out a sigh. The house felt quiet…
I sank into the kitchen stool, staring at my phone, a new episode of my favorite show
had just dropped. Just one episode, I told myself. Ten minutes later I was glued to the
screen, legs tucked under me on the couch, completely lost in the drama when the doorbell rang, I instantly knew it was the milk delivery and walked out to get it.
Without glancing at the slender guy, I grabbed it and shut the door, walked to the kitchen to prepare his milk just as I had seen Mom do.
Place all three bottles together on the side of the kitchen counter. I swiftly turned around to get a glass cup when my hand knocked it over.
The glass coming to the floor and shattering with the milk spilled made me freeze. My eyes slowly trailed to the spillage in shock.
Mark would be up in any minute, his training was going to start soon… worse, there was
No milk in the fridge.
I breathed nervously, Mom’s instruction echoed in my mind… three glasses. She’d notice
if he complained, she always did. The fear of disappointing her instructions made my
palms sweaty, I couldn't run to the store now, there wasn’t time but I couldn’t let Mark
go without it.
I quickly cleaned the mess so no one would notice.
A crazy thought crossed my mind. I was desperate and the thought was tempting. My
body betrayed me twice today and the milk I produced… It was warm, sweet, and
creamy. No one would know, it was just a coincidence right? This was a way for me to
fix the mistake without anyone knowing.
The footsteps on the stairs grabbed my attention, Mark walked into the kitchen
doorway, and my breath seized. He wore nothing but a pair of loose grey shorts sitting low on his hips, no shirt. The soft fabric clung tight enough to outline his lower waistline and the undeniable bulge beneath, shifting slightly with each step he took.
His broad chest and shoulders stared at me. He looked lazy, sexy, and far too dominant
for this early hour of the morning. My clit tingled again, making the air uncomfortable.
“Morning Elena.” He muttered under his breath in a thick deep voice that was groggy
from sleep, his eyes scanned the kitchen before landing on me, his brows raised.
“Are you okay? You look… overwhelmed.” I gulped hard, my eyes dropping involuntarily at his bulge in his grey shorts before forcing my gaze back to his face. The outline of his bulge was teasing, my cheeks heated up.
“I…I’m fine, Mom already left, she said you need milk for training, three glasses.” He leaned on the counter, flexing his arm over his chest, the movement made his biceps flex and his shorts dip lower. He was tall… towering over me even with the distance between us. Deliberately stepping closer, using his height to make the space between us feel smaller.
“Yeah? She mentioned that before she left.” I nodded, backing up a step until I hit the counter. He followed, stopping just close enough that I had to lift my head to look at him. The scent of his skin gave the hint of what he had done a few hours before.
My nipples hardened almost immediately under my shirt, as if it was warning me that
What had happened earlier would repeat itself.
“I forgot to buy it,” I admitted.
“But I can fix it, I mean, I’ll make sure you get your three glasses before you go.”
He raised his brows, the same smirk from earlier this morning on his lips again, and he
leaned in a little closer, using his size to corner me to the counter.
“How exactly do you plan on doing that kid? Stores twenty minutes away, training starts soon.” He narrowed his gaze at me.
My eyes narrowed back down helplessly, unable to sway my thoughts from it before
trailing my eyes back to his face. A part of me wanted to confess everything and another
was already plotting how to cross the line between us.
My breasts tightened again as if they were about to burst out some milk, mom said three glasses, and this was the perfect excuse. “I’ll handle it,” I whispered with a shaky breath.
“Just… trust me.”
He silently stared at me for a while, his gaze drifting to my chest where my nipples were faintly visible, he didn’t step back, rather shifted closer, the heat from his body engulfing me. “Interesting.” He cocked his head to the side, his gaze dropping to the faint outline of my nipples.
“You’re blushing quite hard for someone trying to get milk, is something wrong?”