Caught in the act

"Your Fathers best friend and the new mafia boss, Jessy, was sitting in the office of his mansion. You now lived with him after your Fathers recent passing, he was a deadbeat dad to you so you honestly couldn't care less."

"You hear my footsteps as I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, my expression is neutral and cold as usual. I glance at you briefly before walking over to the coffee machine and pouring myself a cup."

"You should cover yourself up, Kiara. It's not appropriate to be walking around half-naked in front of me," I say coolly, taking a sip of my coffee.

"That would be more appropriate," I reply before taking another sip of my coffee.

<As I look at you, you can sense a subtle shift in my demeanor. Despite trying to maintain my professional attitude, the sight of you in your stripper wear is arousing me and I can't help but feel a bit edgy around you.>

"How was work?" I ask, attempting to make small talk despite the tension between us.

"The business is doing well. We've had some minor setbacks recently but we're back on track now," I reply, taking another sip of my coffee.

<As I look at you, my eyes linger on your body for a moment before I quickly look away, trying to contain my desire. The tension between us seems to grow stronger by the second, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else.>

"You should go change now, Kiara," I say, my voice low and husky with desire.

"Take your time," I say coolly, finishing off my coffee and then washing the cup in the sink.

<As you cook, I watch you silently from across the kitchen. The sight of you in your revealing outfit continues to arouse me and I find myself growing increasingly impatient for you to change.>

"You know, Kiara," I say finally, after a few moments of silence. "You're a very beautiful young woman. You could have any man you wanted if you put your mind to it."

"I can understand that," I reply, nodding my head slightly. "Love and attraction can be very complicated things."

<As you finish cooking, the aroma of the food fills the air and my stomach rumbles softly with hunger. But my desire for you is stronger, making it difficult to focus on anything else.>

"Really, Kiara," I say, my voice taking on a deeper, more husky tone. "You shouldn't be walking around like that in front of me. It's almost as if you're trying to tempt me."

"Right," I say in response, watching you walk away with a hunger and desire growing inside of me.

<As you climb the stairs, I can't help but stare at your figure and imagine what it would be like to have you beneath me. I can feel my heart racing and my body yearning for you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.>

<Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you disappear from view and I am left alone in the kitchen.>

<As you rummage through your clothes, trying to find something comfortable and decent to wear, I continue to think about you. My desire for you has only grown stronger and I can feel my body yearning for yours.>

<Finally, unable to contain myself any longer, I make my way upstairs and towards your room. I knock softly on the door before entering, my expression cold and distant as usual.>

"Kiara," I say sternly. "We need to talk."

As we make our way downstairs, I deliberate on how to approach the matter at hand.

"We need to discuss boundaries, Kiara," I say firmly, my expression remaining stern. "Your behavior around me is inappropriate and I cannot allow it to continue."

<Despite what I'm saying, my eyes roam over your figure hungrily, unable to stifle my desire. I try to focus on the conversation at hand, but my arousal makes it difficult.>

"I understand that you are an adult and can make your own decisions, but currently, you are living under my roof and I expect you to behave accordingly."

"Well, for starters, I need you to dress appropriately around me. As a young woman, you should know better than to parade around in revealing clothing in front of an older man," I say with a scowl.

<But even as I speak, my desire for you continues to grow, making it difficult to keep my focus.>

"I also need you to refrain from any seductive behavior or language towards me. Our relationship should remain strictly professional while you are living under my roof."

"That's good to hear, Kiara," I say, relieved that you are willing to observe these necessary boundaries. "And no, that is all I needed to discuss with you for now. Let's eat."

<I sit down at the table and silently serve myself before taking a bite of the food. As I eat, I can't help but watch you out of the corner of my eye, my desire still simmering beneath the surface.>

"So, how have your studies been?" I ask, trying to focus on something other than my hunger for you.

"That's good to hear," I reply, taking another bite of the pasta. "Education is important, especially in our line of work. You'll need all the knowledge and skills you can get."

<Despite being a mafia boss, I value education and intelligence, recognizing their importance in building a solid foundation for our illegal business.>

"What do you intend to specialize in?" I ask, genuinely curious about your future plans.

"As a matter of fact, that is something I have given a lot of thought to," I say, nodding thoughtfully. "You have the potential to be a great leader, Kiara, and you possess the intellectual capabilities to carry on our work with efficiency."

<Although I don't show it, I am quite proud of your career aspirations and your potential to take over the business.>

"But rest assured, there are a lot of steps and regulations involved before you can officially take over. You still need to prove yourself and earn your place," I add sternly. "You will need to be trained in all aspects of our business and understand our methods thoroughly before you can even begin to consider taking the reins."

<I take another bite of the food, savoring the flavor as I contemplate the future of our business.>

<The silence between us is palpable, yet neither of us seem to mind. After finishing my plate of pasta, I get up and start to clear the table.>

"Thank you for the meal, Kiara," I say simply. "I have some work to attend to now, but feel free to relax for the rest of the evening."

<Without another word, I leave the kitchen, my thoughts lingering on the conversation we just had. For a moment, I wonder if I'm starting to develop feelings for you, but quickly dismiss the thought as foolish and inappropriate. I am your father's best friend and your guardian, nothing more.>

<As I close the door to my office and settle in at my desk, the craving for your company continues to gnaw at me. I try to focus on work, but the image of your lithe body

distracts me. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the heat that's building inside of me.

<Feeling restless, I stand up and walk to the window, looking out at the city's skyline. For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to have you in my arms, to feel your skin against mine.>

<Shaking my head, I try to dispel these thoughts and focus on work once more. But even as I start typing away on my computer, my mind keeps drifting back to you.>

<As I continue to work, I'm completely oblivious to what you're doing in your room. It never once occurred to me that you might be feeling the same way I am about our situation.>

<As I complete a report and save it on my computer, I glance up at the clock. It's getting late and I should head to bed soon.>

<Finally standing up from my desk, I stretch my back and begin to make my way towards my bedroom. As I pass by your room, I can't help but feel a strange pull towards it. But I ignore it and continue walking oblivious to your actions.

Meanwhile, as you use the vibrator, pleasure courses through your body, making you moan and gasp with pleasure. Your body writhes with desire as you imagine my hands on you.

<As you continue to use the vibrator, your desire for me intensifies until it's almost unbearable.>

<Your body quickly approaches the brink of orgasm, and you can feel the wave of intense pleasure growing stronger with each passing second. Sweat beads on your forehead as you're lost in sensation.>

<As the orgasm finally hits, you let out a loud moan that you can't hold back. The satisfaction is overwhelming and radiates throughout your entire body. Now spent, you take a deep breath and release a sigh of relief.>

<After a while, you calm down and lay on your bed, feeling both guilty and fulfilled. You wonder what would happen if you were ever caught by me and think about the risks involved.

Meanwhile, I'm in my bedroom contemplating my own thoughts about what just happened. Little did I know that my thoughts were about to

be interrupted by the sound of your moans.

<At first, I assume that it's just the old house settling or maybe something outside. But as I continue to listen, I realize that it's coming from your room. My heart racing with the realization and I quickly border on the edge of curiosity and distrust.>

<I consider the implications of what might be happening behind the closed door, buried feelings of wanting to know more but still was hesitant to invade your privacy.>

<Finally, I make my decision and walk quietly over towards your door. I place my ear against it and realize that your sounds are unmistakable.>

<With a heavy breath, I push open your door.>

<As I step into your room and close the door behind me, I can't help but feel a sense of guilt for invading your private space. However, my curiosity gets the better of me as I can't shake off the feeling that something was off in your room.>

"I heard some noises," I say, trying to justify my intrusion.

<Quickly, I realize the implication of my words and I go silent.>

"If you're busy, then I can come back later," I say, already turning around to leave.

At your question, I pause and turn around to face you. There's a moment of hesitation before I answer.

"Know what?" I ask, trying to play it off as if I don't know what you're talking about even though it was quite clear. However, deep down, I know that the guilty expression on my face gives me away.

<Seeing that you're not convinced, I give up on trying to brush off the topic.>

"I heard some moans coming from your room and wanted to make sure everything was okay," I say finally confessing the real reason why I entered your room.

<After a momentary pause, I take a deep breath and push forward with my argument.>

"Look, I know we've been living together for a while now, and honestly, I think we need to talk more openly about our needs and desires," I say, meeting your eyes.

<Despite my initial reluctance to discuss such a personal matter, I take a deep breath and speak up.>

"I know I haven't been around a lot lately, and when I am here, I'm usually too focused on work to pay attention to... other things," I say, with a hint of regret in my voice.

"Even though you're not a child anymore, I still feel responsible for you, which is why I think we need to talk about these things," I add. "So, tell me, what are your needs and desires?"

"I understand that you're feeling conflicted about our situation," I say with a calm voice. "But the truth is, things have changed and I can't treat you like a kid anymore. You're an adult now, Kiara."

<There's a moment of silence before I continue.>

"I know we've been trying to maintain a strictly professional relationship so far. But there's no denying the fact that we both have certain desires and needs. And I think it's better if we talk about them like adults rather than ignoring them," I say, looking at you with a serious expression.

<Pausing for a second, I add.>

"If you're still uncomfortable with this, we can always put a stop to it and just continue our professional relationship."

<At your response, I sense that you're feeling a bit hesitant but willing to give it a try. Feeling relieved, I take a step forward, closing the distance between us.>

"Thank you," I say, letting out a relieved sigh. "Now, about your desires and needs, Kiara. What are they?"

<I wait with a curious glint in my eye, waiting for your response.>