Stuck with My Ex's Daddy

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Lilith

"Sweetheart, spread your legs a little wider."

The sex shop owner's hand tapped the inside of my thigh while her other hand worked the toy slowly into me. Cold silicone pressed against my most intimate place, making my whole body shudder. "Good, honey. Don't clench so tight. Try to take it all in."

"Mmm—" I forced my legs apart. The moment I felt that ball-shaped thing pushing inside, I couldn't help crying out. I never imagined such a breathy moan could come from my own mouth. Shame flooded through me. "It's too big. I'm so full..."

Could my body really fit something like that? This was insane.

"Not done yet? God, am I really doing this?" I turned my head away, too embarrassed to look at her. Regret crept in.

"You already decided, didn't you?" The owner's voice was soothing, but her hands kept working. "Relax. Don't be nervous. It's nothing."

"Once it's all the way in, it won't hurt anymore. Just bear with it. It'll pass quickly. Think about why you're doing this, sweetheart." She stroked my hair.

Her words stopped me cold. In that instant, I thought of Luca. She was right. I had to do this.

"I can. Keep going."

I took a deep breath and forced my trembling legs open again. My heart held a secret hope—imagining how thrilled Luca would be to see me like this.

The owner's grip tightened on my leg, holding me in place, then pushed the toy deep inside. Before it went all the way in, I screamed inside my head. God, could it hurt more? My vagina felt unbearably stretched and sore.

But once it was fully inside, only a faint sense of fullness remained, along with some wetness and a flicker of pride—I'd actually done it.

"Baby, you did great. Your natural lubrication helps reduce the pain. How do you feel now?" The owner smiled at me.

"Thank you... I'm okay." I mumbled my thanks. "I can feel it inside me clearly. It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's normal. You're extremely tight. Even fitting this little toy took effort." She raised an eyebrow, teasing. "The man tonight is one lucky bastard. If I were him, I'd die happy in your bed."

"Wha—what?" I nearly choked on my own spit, but a secret thrill ran through me.

The joy quickly drowned in sorrow. I gave a bitter laugh. "But he dumped me. I'm doing this to get him back."

Yes, Luca was my boyfriend for three years. A week ago, he broke up with me.

It was a weekend, the second day after we graduated from college. He texted asking me out.

I'd just woken up. When I saw the message, I rolled around on my bed, hugging my pillow.

I picked out my pink silk blouse and knee-length skirt from my closet—my two best pieces.

When Luca first pursued me, he'd said he'd propose on our graduation day. I hadn't expected him to be so eager. Just thinking about his proposal made my heart swell.

But when I reached the café, he just took a sip of his coffee and said matter-of-factly, "We're done."

Clean, simple words that punched straight through my brain.

"What?" My voice trembled. Was he joking? We'd been together three years. I loved him so much. I'd dreamed of marrying him.

What was he saying?

"We're done." He repeated it.

"I'm asking why." I bit my lip hard to keep the tears in. He'd said crying made me look ugly. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"It's been three years. I think we're missing something. I think we should break up and find better versions of ourselves." Luca's voice was calm.

What bullshit reasoning was that? Better versions of ourselves? My body froze. Tears instantly blurred my vision.

"You're seeing someone else, aren't you?" I tried to keep my voice even, not wanting to sound like some shrew, but rage boiled inside me.

"I'm not," Luca said. "But if that's what you want to think, I can't stop you."

"Then why break up with me?" I clenched my fists, refusing to accept it.

"We're not compatible. You can't give me what I want." Luca raised an eyebrow.

My heart nearly shattered. Every organ in my body screamed at me to make him stay. Swallowing my pain, I asked, "Then tell me what I need to change. Tell me how to be right for you. I'll change."

Luca's mouth opened slightly, about to say something. I immediately latched onto it like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood. "Say it. It's okay, really."

"I like a girlfriend who's more open-minded. Not some nun guarding her virginity. You understand?" His expression turned utterly impatient.

That was it?

But when he pursued me, I'd told him clearly I wouldn't have sex before marriage. I wanted to save my first time for my wedding night.

He'd agreed. He'd even praised me for being a good girl.

I finally understood why this man was abandoning me. Tears fell like broken pearls. My chest heaved with anger and defeat.

"You're such an asshole!"

I grabbed the ice water in front of me and threw it in his face. The cold liquid splashed across him, soaking his upper body. His eyes went wide.

"You crazy bitch! I got from someone else what I never got from you, and I put up with you for three whole years, so yeah, we're done!" He slammed his mug down hard on the table, then stood up abruptly and left, water dripping from his clothes.

He left me alone in that café booth, sobbing my heart out.

Even though he'd hurt me like that, this past week I'd still thought about him pathetically. Every time I saw something that reminded me of him, my heart broke all over again. He was my first love, the only man I'd ever loved. The past three years had been filled with so much sweetness and joy.

I couldn't let him go. So I gave myself one more chance. I wanted to use my virginity to win him back.

Just then, the shop owner smiled and patted my shoulder, interrupting my miserable thoughts. I immediately looked at the glass. Thank God I hadn't actually cried—that would've been too humiliating.

"Don't be sad. Trust me, any man who sees your beauty won't be able to walk away. Your ex won't be the exception." The owner continued, "Now go pick out your gear, my girl. Let it help you drive that fool of a man crazy!"

Before I could react, she pushed me into another room and pulled out a wine-red silk dress.

It was incredibly revealing. The neckline barely covered my nipples, and the bottom...

I was certain it wouldn't even hide my panties.

My face burned, but I instantly understood—this was exactly the effect I needed.

"Okay, thank you. I can put this on myself." I said, face red. I went into the fitting room and changed into the dress. At first, I couldn't even figure out how to put it on. After some effort, I finally got it on and looked in the mirror. I barely recognized myself.

"Perfect. We picked the right dress. You'll definitely succeed. Even I'm falling for you now." When I came out, the owner smiled with satisfaction.

She'd made me blush again. I didn't know how to respond, so I just focused on the mirror. Looking at myself barely clothed, I suddenly hesitated.

Was I really going to seduce Luca in this outfit? Like some whore. Would Luca even like it? Panic set in.

Just then, the owner handed me a glass of alcohol. "Sweetheart, liquid courage. Good luck."

"Thank you." I took the glass and nodded gratefully at her. I'd never drunk before, but I was afraid my hesitation and cowardice would make me run away, so I downed it in one gulp.

The alcohol burned down my throat, making me cough. My head spun instantly.

After saying goodbye to the owner, I put on my shortest skirt, a sex toy wedged between my legs, and headed to my ex-boyfriend's apartment.

"One last time," I told myself. "If he doesn't change his mind, I'll give up for good."

I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell, waiting for the final verdict. Before it fell, I was willing to bet everything.

The moment the door opened, before Luca could speak, I immediately pulled open the belt of my trench coat, revealing the curves of my body. Wrapped in the paper-thin red nightgown, I was like an unwrapped Christmas present, waiting for my owner to play with me.

I didn't need a mirror to know my face was burning red.

Even after I'd gone this far, Luca remained calm and straight-backed, saying nothing. It was discouraging.

Wasn't I doing enough?

I bit my lip. Then I tugged the neckline down further, exposing almost half my breasts. I put my hands on my waist, trying to push my chest out. The toy inside me was already on its lowest setting. Pleasure began radiating from between my legs.

"Oh..." My mouth let out involuntary gasps.

Even the lowest setting brought stimulation I could barely handle.

I slowly adapted to it, one hand caressing my waist and moving up to my breast, palming and squeezing it, while my other hand traced the sensitive spots on my neck and collarbone.

My whole body burned as I pleasured myself, trying to serve up the most enticing version of myself on my lover's table.

"Baby, I'm aching..." I whispered. "Will you help me?"

Emboldened, I slowly moved closer to his body, practically pressing myself against him. I heard a hoarse grunt from his throat. That encouraged me.

My fingers touched his chest. Strange—his pecs hadn't been this big before.

Had he been working out lately? No time to think about that now.

I had to satisfy him. My fingers kept roaming across his chest, finding his nipple and circling it.

I breathed against his neck, gasping softly. "You missed me too, didn't you?"

He didn't answer, but I felt something hard against my lower body. Even with my limited experience, I understood a man's most primal reaction had been ignited. He was hard.

I went further. I stood on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his.

His lips were warm and bitter, like he'd just had coffee. I desperately pushed my tongue into his mouth, pressing all my weight against him. I was wet down there. I couldn't help writhing, moaning, rubbing against his body, wrapping one leg around his calf.

My other hand moved from his waist to his crotch, slipping into his pants. He was erect. His cock was burning hot and rock hard. I kept teasing his shaft. His breathing grew rough, groans rumbling in his throat.

I wanted his reaction to be even more intense, until he truly wanted me, until he could fill the emptiness in my core that the beginner's toy couldn't satisfy.

But he still didn't actively embrace me. That made me anxious. I so desperately wanted his touch. I wanted to tell him I loved him.

"Oh... please, give me more." I panted. "Luca, please, give it to me."

The moment I said those words, the body I was clinging to suddenly froze.

Then an unfamiliar voice rang out, striking my heart like thunder. "Luca? That's not me, miss. You've got the wrong man."

Wait!

What?

Though his voice was magnetic, deep and beautiful like a cello, I couldn't appreciate it right now. It clearly came from the person I was seducing—and he wasn't Luca.

The drunken indulgence that had let me go wild vanished. I quickly pulled away from him.

Looking at his face, I couldn't speak. I nearly twisted my tongue.

The man before me had silver hair and blue eyes. He wore a perfectly tailored white shirt, his chest broad and muscular, his posture tall and commanding.

He wasn't Luca!

What shocked me even more—I recognized him. He was Andrei Volkov. Luca's father.

This was Luca's father. Oh God, what had I done? I'd seduced my ex-boyfriend's father!

The absurdity of that realization terrified me. My legs trembled uncontrollably. I collapsed to the floor. In my panic, my hand scrambled for support and accidentally pressed the round remote in my coat pocket. At the same time, the toy inside me jumped to maximum power.

The buzzing sound came from my most private place.

The foreign sensation returned, but this time with an intense, tingling stimulation. It was so overwhelming my mind went blank. I couldn't help moaning.

My face burned. I frantically tried to stop it, but I couldn't—I'd broken the remote. The toy was stuck inside me.