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Book:Married To My Mother's Fiance Published:2025-4-15

KATALINA
Still can’t believe he resisted that.
Did he not want me anymore? What else should I do to make him take me? He used to sexually harass me, following me around like a dog in heat, why did he suddenly start withdrawing?
As I slowly got ready for the sudden date he was taking me to, I kept brooding over the events of last night and his obvious rejection of my advances back in the kitchen.
I thought seducing him would be easy because I knew how much he wanted me. Finding out that I was wrong was depressing. How do I lay claim to him, if he wouldn’t claim me for himself?
The only way forward is to keep trying. Until Mum’s return, there is no room for compromise. Feeling pressured, I wanted to wear a scandalous red dress he bought for me a few weeks ago, but I was covered in hickeys. No patch of skin was spared from his love bites and it stung a lot while I was taking my bath.
Reluctantly, I settled for a micro-mini denim skirt that hugged my butt cheeks and stopped mid-thigh. If I am not standing or sitting right in it, whatever I am wearing under will be laid bare for whoever wants to see. And I planned on wearing nothing.
For my top, I picked a halter neck, and body chain made of glittering studs and beads. It has two tiny chain stripes with a press button that holds it together at the back. I then picked an open-front, white, long-sleeve shirt that also has two strips for knitting a ribbon at the front. I tucked in the shirt, arranging it in such a way that if you look closely enough, you’d see my boobs and nipples without obstructions.
I wore skin-colored stockings, and a pair of silver, six-inch-high, ankle straps with silver studs. My hair was tied into a ponytail with a silver hair ribbon embroidered with silver beads. I finished with a white tummy belt, then beat my face into smokey, contact-lense cat eyes.
Didn’t he like calling me kitty? I wanted to dress the part. If not that I didn’t want to completely turn clowny, I would have added one of the cat-ears headbands he got me some time ago.
By the time I was done, I was cute, sexy, and dainty.
Did I add sparkling? My chest was blinding.
I notified him that I was ready, and when he came out, his jaws dropped. He blinked several times, but I pretended not to see his shock.
“Daddy, how do I look? Like kitty kitty, right?” I asked in a squeaky, coquettish voice.
I got close to him, picked up one of his hands, and placed it on one of my breasts, “How do I look, Daddy?”
He slightly fondled the breast and his eyes scanned me from head to toe. Stepping back and dropping his hand, he made it trail down my hand. He swallowed hard. Not hiding his approval, he squeezed my waist and smacked my butt.
“Ouch,” I yelped coquettishly and intentionally stargard towards him. I crushed my waist against his crotch and it was hard and poking.
Though I wanted him to say he liked my look, I could see it in his perverted eyes. I felt how much he liked it through his bulging crotch. He didn’t just like it, he loved it.
“You look cute.” He nodded and gave me his arm to hold.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I giggled and snappily stole a kiss from his cheek.
To my satisfaction, his face became more relaxed and I could swear that he blushed. Since stolen kisses could get him fluttered I decided right then, to always steal kisses from him.
We made our way downstairs, and I was surprised to see Rosa waiting for us at the door.
With her usually annoying, gentle smile, she said, “Have a safe trip.”
A safe trip?
Confused and curious, I turned to Huracio.
“Are we traveling?”
“I told you it’s a secret. When we get there, you will know.” He casually answered as he opened the car door for me.
I huffed exasperatedly and got in the car.
Stone drove us and I soon realized that we were truly moving towards the airport.
“Where are we going?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
I had plans to shop with Emilia on Monday, and this sudden trip caught me off guard. I didn’t even get the chance to ask about furthering my studies yet. What if we don’t come back on time? Huracio and Mum always had such impromptu trips. Though she loved them, and I would love to experience them too, school is the most important thing to me at the moment.
Knowing he wasn’t going to tell me, I changed the question. “When are we coming back?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged and turned away from me.
My eyes widened at his words. He didn’t know? How could he not know?
“Huracio, School is resuming in a few weeks. I can’t be away for long.” I replied in a panicking voice that got his attention.
“We will be back before then.” He replied. He then placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it reassuringly.
My trembling heart steadied and I took a deep breath. His words answered the most pertinent question. If he wasn’t going to let me resume school, he wouldn’t have replied like that, right? I had to have that much faith because any other alternative was unwelcome.
I moved closer to him, erasing the little space between us. I then guided his hand into my inner thighs, making sure he felt my bare pussy.
The moment he felt it, his hand paused and he raised his brows at me.
“Kitty!” He snapped in a bewildered whisper.
“Daddyy…”
I moved my waist, rubbing it against his unmoving hand. His lips stretched into a sexy smile and he started playing with my pussy.
“You are such a slutty bitch, Kitty.”
“Yes, Daddy’s I am your slutty bitch. Take me Daddy.” I rested my head on his shoulder and widened my legs more, giving him more room for maneuvering.
It wasn’t the first time we would do things inside the car, but just like yesterday, it was the first time I would initiate it. My heart was beating loudly, but I was confident because I knew he wanted it.
Though his rejection hurt, I decided to ignore it. I figured that as long as I can make him hard, then I stand a fighting chance. What I needed to figure out was how to break through his resistance. How to get him to like me as much as he used to?
“We have arrived, Kitty.” I felt his hot breath as he whispered into my ears.
I trembled and opened my eyes.
Looking around in a daze, I realized we were really at the airport.
Fuck, that felt good. The journey should have been longer.