Chapter 2

I climbed onto the horse and as I did so, my skirt moved up to reveal a glimpse of my thighs. Dominic settled behind me. His arms immediately went around my waist as he gently pulled me back against his chest.

"This brings back memories." I murmured. "Riding together as kids."

“Oh, this is nothing like when we were kids,” Dominic purred in my ear. “This used to be an estate. Who would’ve thought it would become so lively now?”

The music started, and the entire carousel began to turn.

“Look! The sunset!” Dominic pointed toward the distant sky. I turned my head. It really was beautiful, the whole sky dyed orange and red by the setting sun, clouds stretching for miles. The carousel’s piano music played softly in my ears.

I had to admit, the atmosphere was a little romantic. I gazed at the sunset in the distance, my heart slowly settling into a sense of calm and happiness. Dominic smiled behind me.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I’d been biased against him. Maybe we could get along and become a decent family.

As the carousel rocked back and forth with the music, I held onto the pole. Dominic steadied me from behind. But one horse was still too small for two adults. He was practically perched on the edge of the seat.

“Could you move forward a bit? I’m worried you might fall. It’s dangerous,” I said.

Dominic seemed about to say something, then closed his mouth and shifted forward, pressing close against me.

As the carousel moved, my hips kept sliding backward, bringing us closer and closer together. The rocking sensation started to feel strange. I pressed on the stirrups and tried to stand so I could move forward, but Dominic caught me by the waist from behind.

“You can’t stand up on a moving ride. That’s dangerous. You could fall.”

“I’m sorry, but I keep sliding back,” I whispered. “I’m afraid you’ll fall off.”

“Don’t worry. Your stepfather isn’t like the skinny boys in your class,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist. His joke made me laugh, and I relaxed in his arms.

“Hope you have a good time today?” he asked.

“Yes. Thank you for inviting me out.”

“You never have to thank me. I want to be your good daddy,” he said. But the word Daddy made something twitch inexplicably inside me.

As the horse dipped downward, my hips slid back again, and I immediately felt something press against my backside. I froze.

“That’s impossible...” I murmured, trying to convince myself it was just an accident. But with every rise and fall of the carousel, Dominic’s manhood nudged against me again and again. My breathing gradually grew uneven.

Then, suddenly, a wicked little thought slipped into my mind.

We both knew this was just the effect of the carousel. If I simply moved with the momentum and enjoyed it, he wouldn’t realize I was doing it on purpose.

The thought made my face burn with shame almost instantly, but I still let my hips press back against him as the carousel moved. Thrust after thrust, I felt him grow harder, and heat bloomed between my legs. It felt so good.

As I gave in to the sensation, I kept an eye on the people around us. I hadn’t forgotten we were on a public ride. People were all around, watching.

I heard Dominic say something to me, but the wetness between my legs and the pleasure building inside me made it impossible to focus enough to answer. I rubbed myself in time with the carousel’s rhythm, staring at the distant sunset and pretending I was simply absorbed in the view.

I bit down on my lower lip to suppress any moan that might escape, nearly lost in it,

But suddenly, a hand was pressed on my leg and I froze.

Oh god. I’d been caught. He knew what I was doing.

My body went rigid and I couldn’t move.

What was I doing? Would he tell my mom? On the very first day of meeting my new stepfather, I was using him to get myself off?

“I-I’m sorry, it’s because—” I tried to explain, but the words died in my throat as his hands slid higher, his fingers brushing against my underwear.

“It's okay princess. You can do anything you want to me. Remember? I said I wanted to be a good daddy to you.” he said.

Good daddy to me. But he was Mom's husband.

I feel ashamed. Perhaps I'm just a shameless girl, just like the ones in the smut books I read. Before I could process anything, my hips began to sway again.

I was doing things I had never done before. My cheeks were burning with shame, and I didn't want to admit that the feeling actually made me feel better.

“You're so good princess,” Daddy kept praising me endlessly. Which I've never heard from my mother. And it was too good to stop.

“Keep going princess.” Daddy's hand began to move faster as the carousel went faster. This feeling was so scandalous, yet we couldn't stop.

“You’re trembling,” he said softly. “Why is that, Amelia?”

“I’m not,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me, thin, breathless, wavering.

He chuckled, the sound dark enough to make my knees weaken. My breath hitched. “Dominic...”

He exhaled a low sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh, something darker. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Say my name like that again.”

My fingers clenched around the rope. I couldn’t turn. I couldn’t move. I could only feel him, his warmth, his control, the way he seemed to read every tiny shiver I tried to hide.

“How does it feel?” he asked. His hand slid higher, just enough pressure to make my breath stop in my chest.

And that was all it took. I shivered all over, at some point I thought I would probably fall out of the horse, but his strong hold gave me the reassurance I needed.

A strangled sound catching in my throat before I could stop it.

“Keep it down baby,” Dominic chuckled cheekily, "You wouldn't want the audience know you're a slut.”