Breaking Point

Sebastian’s POV

I tried so hard to stay away from Charlotte, but one look at her p**n history on the tablet made every ounce of my resistance crumble in seconds.

The office was quiet. Stacy was at home, she went out for a new project inspection and Maria had gone upstairs to do laundry. I should’ve been reviewing contracts. Instead I grabbed the family tablet to check something simple.

Little did I know that would be a big mistake.

Her search history lit up the screen like a confession. Violent BDSM. Step-family taboo clips. Breeding fantasies. Collar play. Rough daddy stuff that made my cock throb instantly. Page after page. She’d been feeding this hunger for months.

God knows how long this crazy fantasy had been brewing inside of her.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. My hand moved before my brain caught up. I palmed my cock through my pants, already rock hard. The images flooded in.

Charlotte on her knees with my hand fisted in her hair. Her legs spread wide on the basement bench while I choked her and slammed deep. Filling her until she dripped with my cum.

I yanked my zipper down and pulled my cock out.

No warm-up, just immediate, tight-fisted strokes, jerking myself furiously while my eyes stayed fixed on the screen.

I imagined her sitting on my desk now with her shirt unbuttoned, skirt flipped up and me, taking her so hard the wood creaked. Breeding talk spilling out of my mouth while she begged for more.

My balls tightened fast.

Guilt hit me hard. This was wrong. She was my stepdaughter. Stacy trusted me. Who would think that the ideal perfect family we portray outside is filled with so many dirty secrets.

But my hand kept moving. Faster. Rougher. I was starving. Stacy’s constant work trips left me with nothing but quick, boring nights even when she was around.

She never wanted us to explore. Sex was like a chore for her.

She’d never allow me to tie her up or choke her the way I needed. Or even allow me fuck her with a different style. It’s always the missionary style where she’s lying like a log of wood.

But Charlotte did. Willingly. With excitement. Charlotte made me feel satisfied and that satisfaction only made me stroke harder.

I was right on the edge when the door opened.

Charlotte stepped in, closing it softly behind her. She took one look at me, my cock was out, the tablet glowing with her secrets and her eyes lit up with that dangerous mix of innocence and hunger.

“You see?” She said, voice low.

I shoved the tablet away but didn’t cover myself. “Don’t feed yourself with crazy ideas, Charlotte. It’s not what you think.”

“We can’t keep doing this. I won’t destroy everything I’ve built.”

She stepped closer anyway. “Then why are you so hard?” Her hand replaced mine, stroking me slowly and perfectly. “I need you. And you need me too. Mom cares more about money and looking perfect than actually being my mom. Let’s make ourselves happy.”

“You’re alI want. Mom would never know. Don’t worry daddy, I'm a big girl now.”

Her words hit somewhere deep. I grabbed her chin, thumb rough on her lip. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

She dropped to her knees. “Then let me show you that I know.”

I should’ve stopped her. Instead I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. Her skirt flipped up. No panties. She was soaked. I shoved two fingers inside her first, curling hard.

She moaned into the wood. I added a third, stretching her while my other hand came around to choke her lightly.

“You want this?” I growled against her ear. “You want Daddy to ruin you again?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

I lined up and thrust in deep. She clenched around me, tight and perfect. I fucked her hard and fast, the desk shaked under us.

My hand stayed on her throat. The other spanked her ass. “Take it. Take every inch like the dirty girl you are.”

She came fast, biting her arm to stay quiet, pussy gushing around my cock. I kept pounding through it, chasing my own release. “Gonna fill you again. Breed this tight little cunt.”

The words felt filthy and right. I was close. So close.

A knock sounded on the door. Maria’s voice. “Mr. Sebastian? I need to clean there. Is everything alright?”

We froze. I was buried balls-deep, her pussy still fluttering around me. Charlotte looked back at me, flushed and wild-eyed. I pulled out slowly, heart hammering. “Just a minute, Maria.”

I made Charlotte stand. Fixed her skirt. Wiped her thighs quickly with a tissue. My cock was still hard and angry as I tucked it away.

“Promise me,” I whispered, gripping her chin. “No more seduction. This stops here. For real.”

She smiled through the tears in her eyes. “I can’t promise that, Daddy.”

The door opened. Maria stepped in, eyes flicking between us. Charlotte’s flushed cheeks. My messy hair. The smell of sex hanging in the air.

She didn’t say anything. But the look she gave me said a lot. She must have sensed something.

I sent Charlotte out with a final warning look. My hands were still shaking. The guilt was crushing. But the craving? It was becoming uncontrollable.