Charlotte’s POV
This… is impossible.
I wanted to obey him, but my body felt heavy, drained of all strength.
“Dad…”
“It’s all right, Charlotte. Let me help you.”
He held the camel’s reins with one hand, guiding us steadily behind Mom.
His other hand began to move.
It traveled up my thigh, and a sharp, electric thrill shot through me.
I gasped.
His fingers found the damp fabric of my underwear, already soaked.
Before I could think, my hips rocked against his touch.
It felt wrong, and perfect.
When his fingers slipped beneath the fabric and brushed my folds, I was dripping.
Touching myself felt good, but Alexander… he showed me something entirely new.
A full-body shudder wracked me. I let out a choked sound.
“Quiet, baby,” he whispered, his breath scalding my ear. “You don’t want your mother to know what a little slut you are, do you?”
Goosebumps prickled my skin. I trembled, despite the desert heat.
He was right.
I am a slut.
Whenever I secretly read love scenes in books, I always imagine myself as the heroine.
I picture myself being taken, dominated, by my stepfather.
Alexander must feel the same.
He untied the sides of my underwear. The fabric fell away, leaving me exposed.
Then his fingers were inside me, thrusting in rhythm with the camel’s gait.
The sensation overwhelmed me. It was a thousand times more intense than anything I’d ever felt.
I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan. My breaths came in short, sharp pants.
The camel’s heavy breathing masked some sound, but I had to be careful. Mom couldn’t hear.
Alexander’s fingers moved from shallow strokes to deep, relentless drives.
He was pushing me toward the edge.
“How does that feel, Charlotte?” His voice was low, rough. “Do you like my fingers inside you?”
“Yes…” I managed between gasps, fighting to keep my voice down. “It feels… so good.”
He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through me. “I’m glad you like it. Though I’m not feeling very comfortable myself.”
“What do you mean?”
He shifted behind me, straightening his posture.
The hard length of him pressed insistently against my backside.
The pressure was so sudden, so intense, I nearly jolted off the camel.
Oh.
I think I understand.
I gathered my courage and voiced the thought in my heart. “Maybe… you should unzip your pants.”
As his fingers drove deeper, I took a shaky breath. “It can’t be good to keep it trapped like that.”
“Oh?” His tone was amused. “What do you know about such things?”
“I… I just overheard some boys from the neighboring class talking. Y-You have to… take care of it. Or… or it turns blue and gets painful, or something.”
Alexander’s soft laugh ghosted over my skin. “You’re quite right. I do need to take care of it. And you’re going to help me, aren’t you, my sweet girl?”