Between the lines of love

Im Sorry Daddy

Monique
I woke up to the tantalizing aroma of sizzling steak, a telltale sign that my beloved must be whipping up a delicious breakfast. With only my crop top on, I shrugged off any notion of modesty, knowing that everything in this home belongs to her. Slipping into my bedroom shoes, I breezed past my robe and descended the stairs to the kitchen. As I approached, still in a sleepy haze, I let out a contented yawn and stretched my arms, ready to greet Penda with a loving embrace. But to my utter shock and confusion, standing in the kitchen was a complete stranger.

"Who the fuck are you?" I blurted out, my heart racing with bewilderment and a tinge of irritation. The stranger turned, her eyes widening in surprise at my sudden outburst.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, clearly taken aback by my abruptness. "Mrs. Barrino hired me to make breakfast before you guys left for the weekend."

As she explained, I hastily grabbed an apron and draped it around myself, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Just then, Penda walked in, her expression shifting from confusion to concern.

"What's going on?" she inquired, her brow furrowed inquisitively.

"I thought you were cooking," I began, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as I gestured towards the stranger in our kitchen. "But I saw her, and now I'm going upstairs to shower and get dressed. I'll be down to eat with you."

With a quick kiss, I made my escape, retreating to the sanctity of our bedroom to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Who was this chef? Why had I never seen her before? The questions buzzed in my mind as I stepped into the shower, seeking solace in the familiar cascade of warm water.

Midway through my shower, the door creaked open, and I caught a glimpse of Penda standing in the doorway, her gaze fixed on me. A rush of self-consciousness washed over me, mingled with a hint of curiosity.

"Do you like what you see?" I teased, attempting to lighten the mood.

Penda's response was measured, her tone tinged with a hint of possessiveness. "Exactly how much did she see, Monique?" There was an edge to her voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

Beneath her gaze, I felt exposed, vulnerable. "Baby, it wasn't my fault," I began, but before I could offer an explanation, she cut me off, her words laced with a palpable edge.

"I don't want to hear it," she declared, her voice firm and resolute. Handing me my towel.

Penda

I should have let her in on the breakfast surprise, but the allure of seeing her face light up with delight was too enticing to resist. Little did I anticipate the unexpected turn of events that would follow.

The sound of Monique getting on the bed snapped me back to reality. The new chef, innocently going about her duties, had stumbled upon a scene meant solely for my eyes. Despite recognizing that the chef bore no responsibility in this mishap, She had laid eyes on my baby's sweet spots—those intimate details reserved exclusively for me. The notion ignited a surge of indignation within me, but beneath the anger simmered a fierce possessiveness, a testament to the profound bond I shared with Monique.

Finally emerging from the bathroom, I found myself trailing behind Monique, who was sprawled across the bed in a provocative, face-down, ass-up position. My sweet baby, my good girl, my princess. She didn't merit punishment for my misstep.

Yet, as I observed her, temptation gnawed at my resolve. Despite the chaos that had unfolded that morning, I couldn't deny the primal urge coursing through my veins. With a knowing smile playing on my lips, I approached her, determined to alleviate the tension and erase the memory of the unwelcome intrusion. After all, nothing could extinguish the fiery passion that blazed between us.

Monique

Daddy I'm sorry I won't do it again I screamed as Penda dug deep into my guts I was loving it every minute of it chill's rushed through my body as her strokes got faster and deeper I was losing control of myself. "Nah baby open your eyes and watch me fuck you she said pulling my hair making me look at us in the bed mirror. You love it when I slut you out mama this my pussy and I need it, talk that shit to me Penda whispered in my ear" before I could respond she slapped my ass "I CAN'T HEAR YOU" YES DADDY I LOVE IT FUCK ME OOOOOH. She slowed her stroke going deeper I felt her position herself before I could ask she put me in handcuffs with my arms on my back. She swiftly put the rose directly on my swollen clit my body went weak and I sunk into the bed. Uhnt uhnt Penda said you're taking this dick picking me up and putting me in her lap she held my waist and my neck. She started to penetrate me harder and more aggressively my stomach caved in. I couldn't hold my moans as they turned into screams baby why are you fucking me like this shiiiiit I'm about to cum! Penda chuckled cause you are mine and I love watching you wet and helpless,  you can release baby rain on me Penda said causing me to erupt like a volcano there was a puddle under us as she laid me back in the bed and kissed me gently. I'm going to wash you after I hold you for a while ok princess breathe and try to calm down she said rubbing my entire body down. When we are done we can go eat breakfast  Penda said with a devilish grin. Payback is going to be sensational I thought.