All Chapters of A Night With My Ex's Father : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MilaThe first day back as a couple wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Damien kept ringing me into his office to steal a few kisses or to hold me in his arms, but other than that, it went by smoothly.We did go out for lunch together to a secluded fancy restaurant. The menu was in a different language, so Damien ordered for me and even paired it with a nice cup of wine.He fed me some of his meal, and I fed him some of mine. It felt easy transitioning into these more intimate roles. It felt natural talking with Damien, laughing with him, and listening to him as if it was our routine to have lunch together.There wasn't a cloud of awkwardness, and I didn't feel nervous. Damien made me feel at ease, his hand always finding a way to touch me and bring me down to earth.I told him Elijah had left me a million messages and voicemails wondering why I didn't come home last night and that I'd tell him everything tonight.Damien offered to come with me so that we could tell him together

"I know what you meant, but I can't think of any right now. Why the sudden interest?""I'm curious.""Do you have any fantasies?""A few." She sat up, and I turned to face her. "Can I tell you one of them, now?"I nodded my head a little too eager. "Of course.""I want to reenact the second night in Rome with you. I want you to do what you said you would've done if you knew I liked you. But I want it to be like you're not giving me a choice when you touch me. Does that make sense?""I think so. You want to touch yourself next to me, and we would act it out in a way where we still don't know if we liked each other. I'd touch you, taste you, and you'd try to fight me off and tell me we shouldn't be doing this.""Yes, but I do want it." She pushed. "I...I don't know if this even counts as a fantasy, but it's something I've been thinking about recently. Is it weird?""No, it's not weird, baby girl. I'd never judge you for what you liked and enjoyed. It's the opposite, really. I encourage

"Mr. Wilson...what are you doing?" I whispered, trying to close my legs, but he kept his hands over my thighs."The question is, Mila, what the fuck are you doing? Touching yourself? Do you not have a boyfriend that gets you off?" He grinned devilishly, and I got even wetter."That...that is none of your business.""It wasn't my business until you were moaning and touching yourself next to me.""Mr. Wilson, stop. We can't do this.""What were you begging Daddy for, baby girl?"I bit back a moan. "None of your business."He lowered his head but kept his eyes on me as he pulled my legs down and tossed them over his shoulder. He ran his nose along my slick entrance, and I felt the growl vibrate through me."So fucking wet. Jesus Christ, Mila, tell me who got you this fucking wet?""No.""You don't get to tell Daddy no."My eyes widened. "Who said you're my Daddy?""I fucking said it. Now watch Daddy eat your pretty cunt, baby girl. Watch me fucking ravish you. Gonna make you cum all over

"You're even more beautiful," I whispered.She turned to face me, her face illuminated by the sky and stars, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.She hitched her leg over my thigh, and I reached over to caress the bare skin exposed from the slit of her dress. She was quick to climb on top of me and straddle my lap.She reached for my hands and placed them above my head."It's my turn to touch you.""Here?""Yes, right here.""Mila," I growled when I felt her fingers reach for the button of my jeans."I need this." She whispered, not halting as she undid them and pulled down the zipper. "Please, let me pleasure you. Please, Daddy."She got off my lap only to pull down my jeans and boxers. Mila sat there over my lap, her legs on either side of mine, with her hands over my thighs."Tell me I can touch you. Tell me you're mine to touch.""Yes, yes, touch me. I'm yours, baby girl. Show Daddy how you want to please him.""When you say that word, I get so fucking wet." She cursed. "

I had to play cool and keep up the charade until the end of the night. I left before Damien and took the elevator down to where his car was.I waited patiently until Damien finally showed up. He unlocked his car and we hurried inside. He held my hand in his and I closed my eyes. We drove in silence, and I was thankful because I didn't want to talk to Damien right now.I was terrified if I were to speak to him, I wouldn't be able to go through with it. I needed to be strong. Traffic was a little crazy, so it took us a while to reach his place, which just added to my anxiety.Thankfully, Damien didn't notice. He opened my car door and helped me step out. I found myself looking around to see if someone was following us or to see if I could catch the person taking the photos in the act."Baby girl, you hungry? You want Daddy to make you something to eat?"Daddy. My Daddy.I wanted to sob at the word. "No, not hungry."I set my purse down on the counter and went to grab the apron on the ho