Chapter 39 My husbands Daughter is INTERSEX 3
The afternoon sun was blazing hot, and the mansion felt like an oven. My usual routine was to head to the indoor pool to cool off, and that was what I was about to do now.
I was wearing a see-through white cover-up over a tiny black bikini.
As I reached the grand doors of the pool area, two of our private security guards stepped in my way.
I frowned.
“Hello, is there a problem?” I asked.
"Pardon me, Madam," the taller one said, looking down. "Miss Valentina is using the pool.”
I frowned deeper. “And so?”
“She has requested total privacy. She ordered that no one be allowed inside."
I felt a surge of annoyance. "Hello… are you normal? I am the mistress of this house," I snapped, pulling myself up to my full height. "Valentina is my stepdaughter,” I retorted, even though the statement sounded weird in my mouth.
“Move aside before I tell my husband you're failing to respect his wife," I commanded.
The guards looked at each other, worried about their jobs. They stepped back and opened the doors for me. I walked in with my head held high, the click of my sandals echoing off the tiles.
The air inside was humid and smelled of a sweet fragrance. I stopped near a large decorative pillar when I saw her.
Valentina was standing at the edge of the deep end. She wasn't swimming yet. She was just standing there, looking at the water. She was wearing a pair of tight, black swimming trunks that sat low on her hips.
Wait.
My breath hitched.
What the fuck.
The wet fabric was stretched tight, and there was an unmistakable, massive bulge pushing against the front.
It wasn't just a small bump. It was heavy and long, stretching down toward her thigh.
A dick?
My mind raced. Valentina has a penis?
What the fuck… wait. Was this why she lived in the shadows? Why she didn't really associate?
Fuck… Valentina De-Lore is intersex. A beautiful, muscular woman with the hardware of a man.
A small smile tugged on my lips,
The shock now disappearing, being replaced by a wave of dark heat.
This is getting more interesting. It was a win-win. She wasn't just a woman; she had exactly what I wanted.
I stepped out from behind the pillar. "It’s a beautiful view, isn't it?"
Valentina spun around. Her eyes went wide for a second before turning into icy daggers. She looked at the door, then back at me. "I gave orders, girl. I told the guards no one enters."
“Girl?” I scoffed. “It's Queen, honey. And…” my eyes lingered.
"I don't take orders in my own home."
I walked toward her, letting my silk cover-up slide off my shoulders and pool on the floor. I stood before her in my bikini, my skin flushed. "Don't you look too good, Val?”
I moved closer, standing in front of her now. I could feel the heat from her body. “And… I see why you wanted privacy. It’s a very big secret you’re keeping, Valentina."
I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly. I let my hand drop lower, my knuckles grazing the thick, hard shape behind her trunks.
Valentina’s breath hitched. She grabbed my wrist, her grip so tight that it hurt, but I didn't pull away.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” she snapped.
I smiled. Small. “The same thing you came to do here,” I whispered the last part. “To cool off.”
"You think you’re clever?" she hissed, her voice dropping into that terrifyingly deep rumble. "You think you can use this against me? To get more of my father’s money?"
I chuckled low.
“Money? Sweetheart, your daddy gives me way more money than I would ever ask for. I don't want the money right now," I whispered, leaning in until my face was on her chest and my chest rubbed against her abs. I could feel her heart slamming against her ribs. "I want to see it. That hard thing. I want to feel how it works."
Valentina stared at me. Her jaw was clenched so hard I thought her teeth might break.
“You're sick!” she spat.
My hand, resting in the bulge, gripped harder. Hers tightened on mine. “Yes. I am. For this.”
She looked at my lips, then back at my eyes. A dark, predatory look took over her face.
"Fine," she rasped.
She reached down and pulled the drawstring of her trunks.
She kicked them off, and I gasped.
What the fuck!
How could she be this massive? Like, she was fucking magnificent. She was thick, dark, and already fully erect, pulsing with a life of its own. It stood out proudly from her feminine hips, a perfect, heavy contradiction.
I was already dripping.
"Get on your knees," Valentina commanded.
I didn't hesitate. I dropped to the tiled floor, my knees hitting the tiles as I looked up at her, my mouth dry.
"You’ve been chasing me since I walked in," she said, her hands grabbing my hair and forcing my head toward her. "You finally get what you want. Suck it. Every inch. And don't fucking complain!”
I reached out and wrapped my hands around her. She was so thick I could barely get my fingers to meet. I leaned in and flicked my tongue over the velvet-soft head.
"Fuckkk....." Valentina let out a jagged curse, her eyes narrowing until they were just slits.
I took her into my mouth. I used my tongue to circle the rim, then slid as much of her as I could down my throat.
"Mmmpphh! Mmm-hmmm!"
"Yes... just like that, you greedy bitch," Valentina groaned. She began to thrust her hips forward in a slow, deep rhythm that forced me to work.
The sound of my wet mouth and her heavy breathing was all I could hear. I looked up at her while I worked, watching the way her stomach muscles rippled and her thighs shook. She reached down and gripped my chin, her thumb digging into my cheek.
"Ahhh... ahhh... fuck... ahhh, yesss!"
She started to move faster. She wasn't being gentle. She was using my mouth like a toy. I bit my own lip whenever she pulled back, my eyes watering from the depth of her cock in my throat.
But then—
The pleasure on her face was worth the ache in my jaw. She looked like a god—powerful, dominant, and completely in control.
"I’m close... ahhh... don't stop! Take it all!"
I increased the suction, using my hands to stroke the base of her cock while my mouth moved in a frantic, wet blur. I heard her breath turn into short, sharp hitches.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah! Fucking bitch!!!!"
She grabbed my head and held me tight against her as she exploded. I felt the massive, hot flood hit the back of my throat.
I didn't pull away. I swallowed every drop, my throat working hard to take the heavy load she was dumping into me.
She stayed there for a moment, her body shaking, her hands still tangled in my hair. The silence returned, heavy and thicker this time.
Slowly, she let go of me. She stepped back, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She didn't look at me with love or affection. She looked at me with the same cold, distant stare as before.
She reached down, picked up her trunks, and pulled them back on, hiding her secret once again.
"Stay away from me, Queen," she said, her voice cold and flat. "You got what you wanted. Don't come close to me again. It's a warning, and it's the last one."
She turned around and walked toward the changing rooms, her tall, muscular frame moving with a powerful grace.
I stayed on my knees for a long time, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My heart was still racing, and my core was thrumming with a heat I knew wouldn't go away—until I had that thing in-between my thighs.
A small smile crept onto my face, a smile of achievement.
She told me to stay away, yes. I know. But I also knew better.
I had tasted her. And I knew, by the way she had gripped my hair, the way she moaned just now, that she wasn't done with me yet.