Marked By My Best Friend's Dad

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip.

I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand.

Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear.

I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman.

I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly.

I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times.

The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever.

I love women. I love my best friend.

So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has?

Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could?

Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do?

One forbidden touch.

One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again.

When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion.

My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden.

Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

What am I feeling?

~Iris

“Letter of Expulsion!”

I couldn’t believe what my eyes had just translated to my brain.

I had walked into Miss Eunice’s office with my head high, feeling like a queen. She had sent for me, and I assumed it was to present my award.

An award for Best Overall Brilliant Student wasn’t new to me, I had topped the results again this session.

But this?

“Ma, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” I said carefully, staring at the paper. “I’m seeing a letter of expulsion here instead of…”

She didn’t let me finish.

Miss Eunice rose from her chair abruptly. As she approached me, her presence filled the room.

Her dress was fitted and unapologetically bold, hugging her curves, the neckline cut low enough to reveal the generous swell of her breast.

She always dressed like that, confident, provocative but who ever dared confront the Vice Councillor about it? Worse enough, she's the Alpha's only sister.

It's impossible to confront her, not when she held your future in her hands.

Her hand slid up to my neck, lingering there as she studied me.

“You’re very much like me, Iris,” she said softly. “You hate men. You desire women. We are the same.