Chapter 5: Please Julian

Sophia shuddered, her frame quivering with raw hunger as he kept kissing and nuzzling her inner thighs, inching nearer and nearer to her pussy. She could sense the slick heat pooling between her legs intensifying, her entire being throbbing for his caress.

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice scarcely more than a breath. “Please, Daddy.”

Julian lifted his gaze to hers, a devilish smirk curling his mouth. “Please what, little one?” he murmured, his tone deliberately taunting.

Sophia caught her lower lip between her teeth, heat blooming across her face in shame.

“Please… touch me,” she breathed, her words drenched in longing.

Julian's grin spread wider, and he dipped forward, his tongue darting out to sample her. Sophia let out a broken moan, her spine bowing off the desk as surges of bliss crashed through her. He went on lapping and devouring her, his fingers slipping in to amplify every sensation.

She could feel her release coiling tighter, her muscles clenching with each glide of his tongue. She clutched the desk’s edge, knuckles bleaching as she fought to stifle her cries. The very last thing she needed was their parents discovering their midnight tryst.

Right as she teetered on the brink, Julian withdrew, leaving her gasping and frantic for completion. She stared down at him, eyes brimming with frustration and yearning.

“Why did you stop?” she panted, voice ragged.

Julian rose, his stare smoldering with primal want.

“Because, little one, I want to be buried inside you when you shatter.”

Sophia's pulse thundered with exhilaration as he swiftly unbuckled his belt and shoved his trousers down, exposing his rigid shaft.

She swept her tongue across her lips, her clit clenching with impatient need as he aligned himself between her thighs.

He slid into her gradually, giving her body time to accommodate his girth. Sophia released a soft, keening sound as he seated himself fully, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. He began to rock, his hips driving against hers in a deliberate, unhurried cadence.

She hooked her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper with every powerful plunge. Their bodies found a perfect rhythm, breaths tangling hotly as they melted into the fire between them.

“You feel fucking perfect, Sophia,” Julian growled, voice thick with gratification. “So snug, so drenched.”

Sophia could only whimper in answer, utterly consumed by the sparks racing along her nerves. She could sense her climax mounting again, her muscles locking with each forceful snap of his hips.

Julian bent lower, claiming her mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss while he kept pistoning inside her. She could taste her own arousal on his tongue, the intoxicating blend of their lust sending her spiraling.

“Come for me, little one,” he rasped against her lips. “Let me feel you clench around my cock.”

His command hurled her over the precipice, and she shattered, her body convulsing in rapture.

Julian chased her over the edge moments later, muscles straining as he spilled deep inside her.

They remained locked together for several heartbeats, still joined, breathing gradually steadying. Julian eased out of her with care, a lazy, contented smile touching his lips.

“That was… unreal,” Sophia whispered.

Julian gave a low laugh, his thumb grazing her cheekbone tenderly.

“You’re unreal, little one,” he replied, voice warm with fondness.

Just as Sophia opened her mouth to answer, a heavy thump echoed from upstairs. They both went rigid, eyes widening in sudden alarm.

“What was that?” Sophia’s whisper was almost inaudible.

Julian’s gaze sharpened, head cocking as he strained to listen.

“Stay put,” he commanded, his playful tone vanishing, replaced by steel. He stepped away, moving silently to the door and pressing his ear to the wood.

Sophia waited, each second stretching into agony. She watched him ease the door open a sliver and scan the corridor. Her lungs burned from holding her breath, mind swirling with dread and suspense.

He drew back, features shrouded, expression inscrutable.

“Not a sound,” he hissed, urgency threading his words.

“I think… someone’s around.”

Sophia’s heart slammed against her ribs.

“What? Who?”

Julian’s eyes flicked to hers, face suddenly grave.

“No idea… but it’s not the maid.”

He closed the distance, seizing her hand in a firm grip.

“We need to see what’s going on,” he murmured.

“Stick right behind me.” Sophia gave a tight nod, terror knotting her gut. They slipped into the corridor together, shadows thick and menacing all around. Every groan of the floor, every sigh of wind outside, rang unnaturally loud in the oppressive quiet.

They crept along the hallway until an icy draft brushed her skin, making her shiver.

The atmosphere had shifted—charged with fear, expectation, and something unspoken.

They reached the staircase; Julian motioned for her to hang back as he descended first.

Sophia watched him vanish into the gloom below, pulse roaring in her throat. Time crawled.

A sharp crash erupted from the ground floor, followed by a stifled oath. Ice flooded Sophia’s veins.

Footsteps pounded toward the stairs; her breath snagged as a dark silhouette raced upward.

“Julian!” she choked out, barely a sound.

Julian bolted back up, face carved with alarm.

“Run, Sophia!” he barked, snatching her wrist and yanking her along.

“Move!” They burst into her bedroom; Julian shoved her inside, slammed the door, and twisted the lock. He flattened his ear to the wood, listening hard.

Sophia stood paralyzed, heart thundering, staring at him.

“What’s happening?” she breathed.

Julian turned, eyes shadowed with something unreadable.

“I don’t know.” He stepped closer, enfolding her hand in his, grip solid and steadying.

“Stay with me. Whatever comes.” Sophia nodded mutely, and as they stood wrapped in darkness, both understood the night had only just begun to unravel.

The true threat was only now awakening.

Julian eased back a step, his expression hardening as he tuned into the unnatural silence enveloping the house.