Chapter 2

The lights died instantly, plunging the entire house into complete, suffocating darkness. The cheerful party noise cut off mid-laugh, replaced by surprised gasps and low, masculine chuckles as Victor's friends started fumbling for their phones and lighters.

My heart jumped into my throat. One second I was standing there with a drink in my hand, smiling awkwardly, the next the world vanished. Before I could even steady myself or reach for my phone, strong arms wrapped around me from behind and pulled me swiftly into the deep corner of the big sectional sofa. A massive, rock-hard body immediately covered mine completely, pressing me down into the cushions with overwhelming strength. The man was enormous—broad chest, powerful thighs, heat rolling off him in waves.

"Shh, don't be afraid, baby girl," a deep, commanding voice whispered hotly against my ear, his breath sending shivers racing down my spine. "Daddy's here. I'm checking if you're safe."

It was Victor. It had to be. The low, authoritative tone, the way he called me baby girl, the sheer size of the body pinning me—it all pointed to him. But in the absolute blackness, even that certainty felt shaky. My pulse hammered wildly. Friends bailing on my birthday already made me feel pathetic. Now I'm trapped under this huge man in the dark and instead of panicking, my body is lighting up like a Christmas tree. What is wrong with me?

His scorching breath fanned across my neck, making my skin tingle and my nipples harden instantly beneath my dress. Our bodies were molded together so tightly that every tiny shift created delicious friction. His muscular chest rubbed against my breasts, his thick thigh pressed firmly between my legs, and I could feel the heavy, growing bulge of his cock against my hip. The air between us grew thick and charged with tension. Every inhale carried his masculine scent—expensive cologne, faint sweat, and pure dominant male.

A large, rough hand slowly slid under the hem of my short red dress. It moved with bold confidence, cupping one of my breasts and squeezing the soft flesh. Thick fingers found my already stiff nipple, pinching and rolling it with perfect pressure that sent sparks shooting straight to my core. Another big hand gripped my ass cheek hard, kneading the flesh and spreading me open as the man rocked his thick thigh against my aching pussy.

I didn't know for sure if these were Victor's hands anymore. The thought sent a shameful thrill shooting through me. This is crazy. I should be pushing him away or calling for help, but instead I'm getting wetter by the second. Friends bailing was bad enough… now I'm pinned in the dark by this huge body, getting groped, and all I can think is how much I want those fingers lower.

The hand on my breast grew bolder, tugging the neckline of my dress down to expose me completely to the cool air. Rough fingertips pinched and twisted both nipples, sending sharp, electric jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. The hand on my ass dipped lower, shoving my soaked panties aside with impatient need.

Thick fingers dragged through my dripping folds, spreading my juices everywhere before two of them pushed deep inside my tight cunt. They stretched me open, curling expertly to stroke that sensitive spot inside while a broad thumb pressed firm, relentless circles on my swollen clit. My inner walls fluttered and clenched greedily around the thick intrusion as unbearable heat built rapidly between my legs.

The wet, filthy sounds were impossibly loud in the darkness—squelch… squelch… squelch—every deep thrust of those fingers making my juices leak noisily down my thighs and onto the sofa cushion. My thighs trembled violently. Heat flared through my chest and face. I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to stay quiet, but soft, needy whimpers kept escaping anyway.

Victor's friends were dangerously close. I could hear them moving around the living room, laughing quietly, striking matches, opening drawers in search of candles. Their voices drifted over clearly: "Must be the whole neighborhood blacked out…" "Anyone find flashlights yet?" Only a few meters away. The thought of them stumbling closer any second made my heart hammer so hard it felt like it would burst through my ribs.

That risk made everything ten times more intense. Shame burned hot in my cheeks, but it only made my pussy gush more around the invading fingers. I'm supposed to be the quiet, bookish stepdaughter. Instead I'm lying here in the dark letting some massive man finger me senseless while his friends are right there. I hate how much I love this.

The fingers inside me sped up, plunging harder and faster while the thumb on my clit rubbed relentlessly. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My nipples throbbed and ached under the constant pinching and twisting. The coil in my belly tightened unbearably, winding tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning. My cunt spasmed violently around the thick fingers, walls rippling and squeezing as I squirted messily all over the invading hand. Hot juices gushed out in several powerful streams, soaking the fingers, my thighs, and the cushion beneath me. My whole body convulsed uncontrollably in the strong hold. I buried my face against the broad chest in front of me, biting down hard on the fabric to muffle my desperate, shaking moans as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed through me. My toes curled. My vision sparked white behind closed eyes. For several long seconds I forgot how to breathe.

My mind spun with confusion, shame, and dark excitement. The power could come back at any moment.

I was still gasping, legs weak and trembling with aftershocks, pussy fluttering around the slowing fingers, when I felt it—more movement in the darkness.

Different hands.

Rougher. Larger. Sliding up my thighs, boldly groping my ass, reaching around to squeeze my exposed breasts.