Sinful mistake

I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn't want Mr. Douglas to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table.

When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as 1 stepped into the room, Mr. Douglas's blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body.

Bad-boy Nick was giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father's cock.

My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned.

Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap.

Mr. Douglas: Put your vibrator inside of you.

I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Douglas to see him in conversation with my dad.

Me I don't have a Vibrator

After I replied, I went back to talking to Reer

From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr Douglas look down at his phone and glance at me

He didn't respond, Instead, he cleared his throat

"Dexter," he said, looking at my dad, "did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?"

My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked.

Dad smiled. "No, I didn't. You're interested in photography, sweetie?"

Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face, "Yes,"

"Why haven't we seen any of your work?" he asked.

I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? "I like keeping it to myself," I stated, hoping he would drop the subject.

"I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them," Mr. Douglas started. My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh... get some of my pictures that I've taken.

They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair.

Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Douglas a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.

"Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening."

I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Samantha had taken a few years ago that she gave me.

I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.

When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Douglas was smirking at me.

It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him.

I'm more than happy, he said.

He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Douglas thrusting himself inside of me.

"liza! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Douglas. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.

Mr. Douglas loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.

My legs trembled at his words. 1 clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"So, Liza, when did you get into photography?" Mr. Douglas asked.

I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.

"I, uh, I started... like... maybe..." I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. "Uh..."

Mr. Douglas smirked.

"Three months ago... maybe?"

"Do you like it?" he asked. I could taste his hunger from across the table.

I bit my lip and nodded my head at him. "Can I be excused? I-I have to do some... difficult homework for my economics class," I said. I needed to get this damn vibrator out of me before I came in front of my parents.

"Of course, sweetie," Mom said with a smile.

"I can help," Mr. Douglas said.

"Oh." I grabbed the table, fingertips turning white, core tight. "No. I don't think "

"Liza, he's the businessman of the company. Take advantage of him while he's here," Dad said.

I gazed at Dad, then Mr. Douglas.

"I would love to help, Liza. Why don't you go show me what it is that's hard for you?"

"Okay," I said quietly. I jumped out of my seat, crossing my legs over one another and stumbling out of the room.

Mr. Douglas followed me upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I leaned over my bed and moaned softly, God, it felt so good.

He closed the door softly behind me and pushed me onto the bed. The bed dipped next to me. He grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder.

And as his fingers skimmed across my wet panties, I whimpered. He slipped a finger inside and began rubbing circles around my clit.

"Mr. Douglas, 1-1..." I stuttered.

I moaned out as he pulled the vibrator out of me. His warm breath fanned my neck, and he peppered wet kisses down it. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gripped on to his wrist as he thrust them deeper.

The sound of my wet pussy being thrust into me over and over made me wetter.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of me and placed them on my lips. "Suck on it," he demanded.

I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked my wetness off as I gazed at him through my lashes. He took a deep breath and closed his hungry eyes as he undid his belt.

"Fuck, liza." He crawled off of the bed, pulled down his pants, and smirked down at me.

His fingers gripped my underwear from underneath my dress, and he slowly pulled them off of me. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs. I stood, craving his touch, and pressed my lips to his

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back with it. "Turn around."

1 turned around and placed my hands on the bed. With one hand, he fingered the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to arch my back. He rubbed his hard cock against my entrance.

"Please," I whispered. "Please, Mr. Douglas."

He pushed himself into me slowly. I clenched the bedsheets in my hand as his cock filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast through my dress, softly tugging on my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much power I have over you, Liza," he murmured. He thrust harder into me. "Anything I want, you can and will give me."

1 gripped the bedsheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his. "What do you want?" "You, on your knees.”

He pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his cock. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."

My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my clit. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His cum sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his cum off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.

Someone knocked on my door.

The floorboard in front of my room door sqeaked under someone's weight. I froze in place, on the bed as my breath caught in my throat. Mr. Douglas looked pale as anxiety made his whole body tensed, his cock hardened even more inside me. I couldn't help the lazy moan that escaped me as he shifted his weight.