4. Can I Touch It?
"I think it’s time Princess stops homeschooling and starts going to school… after all, she’s now eighteen. She can enter university."
Matt dropped the bombshell over dinner, his voice firm, but his mind was still replaying what had happened between him and Princess just hours earlier—the way her body had trembled beneath his touch, the way her breath hitched when he—
No. Stop. I can’t let myself think about it. Not now.
Elena and Princess froze mid-bite, their forks hovering midair. Twin glares locked onto him, sharp enough to cut.
Elena’s hazel eyes narrowed, suspicion darkening her gaze. She slammed her fork down with a loud clatter, the sound echoing through the tense silence.
"Babe, what the hell are you talking about?" Her voice was ice.
"You know I’ve homeschooled Princess since birth. You also agreed to it. Why bring this up now?" She tucked a strand of sleek black hair behind her ear, her forehead creasing with irritation.
Matt shifted in his seat. He respected(feared) his wife, and he loved her too much to ever want her anger turned on him.
But today? Today, he had no choice.
After what had happened with Princess… after the way her soft, inexperienced body had responded to him, making him cum in his pants twice… Christ.
He had to get her out of this house before things spiraled further.
She was too naïve and clueless for her age.
And that was dangerous.
She needed to get out, to make friends, to learn what a girl her age should know about men, sex, and boundaries.
"She’s not a kid anymore, Elena," he said, forcing calm into his voice.
"She needs real-world experience, exposure to life. I know your fears, Elena, but you can’t keep her locked in here forever."
Elena’s jaw tightened.
She hated when anyone questioned her decisions about Princess. Her own childhood had been a minefield of neglect and bad influences, and she’d sworn her daughter would never experience that.
To her, homeschooling wasn’t a cage. It was protection.
"I’m not locking her in," Elena snapped. "I’m protecting her. You, of all people, should understand that."
Matt swallowed hard.
How the fuck do I make her see? Make her understand I’m doing this out of love?
Elena wasn’t backing down. "And university? No. She’s too young for that kind of exposure. She’ll start at twenty, like we planned."
Defeated, Matt dropped his spoon, disappointment heavy on his face.
I have tried my best, Elena. I hope you will forgive me in the future.
His gaze flicked to Princess, sitting beside him, her big, innocent eyes locked onto his. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her heartbeat practically visible beneath her skin.
Is Daddy still mad at me? Why does he suddenly want me gone?
Princess felt a sudden ache in her chest, a dull, unfamiliar sadness. She didn’t realize it yet, but the feeling twisting inside her was heartbreak. Little princess was already falling for her stepdaddy, and she had no idea what to do with it.
Then, an idea flickered through her mind.
A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as her free hand slid slowly beneath the dining table… finding Matt’s thigh.
He flinched, his entire body locking up at the sudden, forbidden contact.
"Are you okay, Daddy?" Princess asked, her voice dripping with fake innocence. If Matt wasn’t the one feeling her fingers brushing dangerously close to his cock, he might’ve believed her act.
Elena passed him a glass of water. "Hiccups? Drink something, darling."
Matt’s eyes darted between his wife and his stepdaughter, his pulse roaring in his ears.
Reluctantly, he took the glass and sipped, his throat dry as sand.
"I’m good now," he lied, forcing a smile at Elena.
She smiled back, then reached for the ringing phone beside her.
"Hello, bestie…"
The second Elena turned away, Matt’s head snapped toward Princess.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he mouthed, his hand darting under the table to grab her wrist.
But Princess was faster.
In one smooth move, she yanked his hand forward, then thrust it straight between her thighs.
Matt froze.
Her skin was so soft, warm, and smooth.
Oh, fuck.
His cock jumped in his boxers, thickening instantly. He risked a glance at Elena, who was still distracted, laughing into her phone.
Princess bit her plush lower lip, her eyes dark with mischief. Then, slowly, she tugged her oversized tee up, revealing everything underneath.
No panties.
Matt’s breath left him in a rush.
Her round, perfect ass. The smooth, creamy skin of her thighs. And there was her pretty little pussy, already glistening, already wet for him.
Matt couldn’t take his eyes off her. He forgot all about his wife, and his hand moved on its own, sliding from her thigh back to her ass, massaging and squeezing gently.
Princess shuddered, her thighs trembling. She didn’t understand why her daddy’s touch made her feel like this, only that she never wanted it to stop.
Then, slowly, she spread her legs wider.
Matt’s cock throbbed, straining against his zipper. He couldn’t help himself—he freed it, his thick, veined, nine inches cock springing into his hand.
Princess’s breath hitched. She’d never seen a man’s cock before, but the sight of his, hard and leaking for her, sent a fresh rush of wetness between her legs.
She bit back a moan, her hips rocking slightly against his palm as it wandered in between her thighs before moving back to the sinful curves of her ass.
Elena’s voice droned on in the background, completely oblivious of the stunt going on between her husband and her daughter.
Then—shit—she turned back toward them.
Both Matt and Princess froze.
Princess’s heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst.
Mom can’t know. Daddy said she can’t know.
But Elena just stabbed a pancake from the center of the table, still chatting away as she wandered off toward the bedroom.
A shared exhale escaped their respective lips.
Matt’s eyes locked onto Princess’s, dark with hunger. He leaned back in his chair, one hand still kneading her ass, the other wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly.
Princess watched with keen interest, mesmerized, her curiosity getting the best of her as always.
"What’s that, Daddy?" she asked, her voice low and her eyes still glued curiously to his cock as he kept stroking himself.
"Can I touch it?"


























