Page 13 of Primal

“I…I wasn’t…” I trailed off, horror at being caught like this by my dad. What was I thinking coming in here?

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, sending me rushing out of the room as I felt my cheeks flame from embarrassment. But I didn’t make it past him before he reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me.

“You shouldn’t be in here, you know that, right?” he asked, an intensity in his eyes that made my stomach flip. “I really should punish you for snooping. That’s my job as your daddy, isn’t it?”

Heat flared to life inside of me at his words, which didn’t feel fatherly in the least. Sexual tension was thick in the air, shocking the hell out of me. With his tall stature, he towered over me, and I noticed for the first time he was almost as muscular as Mason.

That was where their similarities ended. Dad had short, salt-and-pepper hair and a smooth jawline. The lack of a beard showed off his dimpled chin, and his eyes were so dark compared to Mason’s hazel orbs.

But I felt a surge of attraction to him just like what I felt for Mason last night. While what I felt for my stepfather made me feel guilty, the desire I suddenly had for my own father sent a wave of shame through me.

Freaked out, I ripped my arm out of his grasp and hurried down the hall to my room without looking back. Slamming the door closed and locking it, I was breathing heavy as I tried to calm myself down. What the hell was that?

He was mydad.How in the hell could I have been attracted to him?

Maybe it was just a residual reaction. Part of my body’s turned-on response to seeing all of Mason’s toys. At least, thinking that made me feel better.

Remembering the dildo in my grasp, I cringed as I looked down at it. Why in the hell did I keep this? I should’ve just tossed it back into the suitcase, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.

A flush covered my cheeks as I thought about the words my dad said to me. Stretchingbothholes? I shuddered at the thought.

There was no way I could bring the dildo back to Mason's room right now. What if my dad was still in there? The thought of facing him again was too much for me to handle at the moment. So, I crouched down and peered under the bed, quickly shoving the large sex toy out of sight. I knew I needed to figure out a way to return it to Mason, but I needed some time to come up with a plan. All I could do was hope my dad didn't mention catching me snooping around in Mason's room. The mere thought of it made me cringe with embarrassment.

Deciding to relax, I headed into my bathroom and ran a bath. The shelves were lined with an array of bathing products— soaps, shampoo, conditioner, and bubble bath. I turned on the faucet and let the water fill the tub while adding in a generous amount of lavender-scented bubbles.

Sinking into the warm water, I just wanted to escape for a little while and forget about all the complicated emotions swirling around me—feelings toward men I knew I shouldn't have, and the disappointment of how things were going with Joey. As my bathtub filled up, I turned off the tap and tried to clear my mind. Sometimes it felt easier to think about nothing at all than to try to make sense of everything going on.

Unfortunately, I had never been good at turning off my brain. No matter how hard I tried, I kept thinking of my dad’s intense eyes as he caught me in Mason’s room. Was I crazy? Imagining the sexual tension?

I had to be, right?

But as I lay in the warm water, slowly trailing my fingertips up my inner thighs where my legs were bent, I couldn’t stop my brain from replaying that moment when he stopped me in the doorway of Mason’s room. He was so close, staring at me so intently.

I thought about his handsome face and hot body as I my fingers roamed higher, over my stomach, ghosting along my ribs, and finally skimming my breasts. The touch of my fingers against my nipples made them tighten into hard peaks.

And I was still thinking about my dad.

That realization made me move my hands into the water on each side of my body. My stomach twisted, and I wondered if I was some kind of freak. What kind of woman got hot and bothered while thinking about her own father?

I sat up and started to wash my body, running the loofah over my skin in a soothing motion and giving up the idea of clearing my mind. It would be better to focus on something that wasn’t a wild attraction to my father or the way I wanted to explore my stepdad’s kinks with him.

Instead, I thought about fashion. That was a safe topic I was passionate about, so I could easily distract myself with it. I thought about the latest trends in women’s dresses and contemplated the type of neckline I’d like to use for the white dress I was currently designing. I’d already drawn it with a sweetheart neckline, but as I thought about it, I decided it would look better with a Queen Anne neckline. It was classy and elegant. I didn’t have many formal dress designs, and I needed to add a few more.

I smiled as I thought about seeing my clothes for sale in a store.

Someday, Poppy.

I was going to get there. I just had to build up my confidence enough to go for it. That was easier said than done, but I was still determined.

After stepping out of the bathtub, I wrapped a plush towel around my body and grabbed my phone before heading back to the bedroom. As I walked toward the dresser, thoughts about Joey not speaking to me all day crossed my mind. My steps faltered and I dropped my phone, watching as it slid under the bed. Bending down to retrieve it, my hand froze as it brushed against the thick, veiny, faux cock. Time seemed to stand still as I debated between reaching for the cock or my phone.

What was I thinking? I’d never used a dildo before, and the size of that one was way too intimidating.

The need between my thighs had become unbearable, consuming all rational thought. I couldn't resist any longer and dropped my towel to the floor, lying on the bed with a desperate urgency. My fingers trembled as I traced over my own body, no longer wanting to think of anyone but myself. Joey's betrayal had released me from his hold and now I could fully indulge in my desires without guilt or shame.

Closing my eyes, Mason's face appeared in my mind, igniting a fire within me. The image of his rough hands roaming over my body sent shivers down my spine as I eagerly massaged my own breasts, imagining it was him touching me. I longed for the calloused texture of his fingertips against my skin, craving the roughness only he could provide. In this moment, nothing else mattered except fulfilling my own pleasure and sating this insatiable ache within me.

Spreading my legs, I moved a hand down to my clit, taking a deep breath as I thought of the way his erection felt against my ass last night. Long and thick and so damn hard. He could impale me on that thing, and I had a feeling I’d never be the same again.

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