Chapter 59: Frederick Caught Me Jerking Off

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Frederick Caught Me Jerking Off

~Reynold’s POV~

The Most Embarrassing Morning

"You’re both right and wrong, Reynold," Frederick murmured, his voice dropping into a low, wicked tone. "My body may be soft in some places, but my dick is hard."

My eyes darted down instantly, my hands flying protectively back to cover my rear. "How do you know what I’m thinking?!"

Frederick gave me a knowing look. "Your face is very easy to read, Reynold. You don’t even have to say anything. Your face already gives away everything you’re thinking. So..." He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want my dick or why are you holding that place?"

In a blind panic, I scrambled to climb out the opposite side of the bed. I cannot get fucked again this morning or my hole is going to end up completely ruined!

"Relax," Frederick chuckled, watching my frantic escape. "I haven’t fucked you that much. Don’t worry, they won’t loosen up that soon. It’s still just as tight as the first time I fucked you on my private jet."

I clutched my rear end tighter, staring at him in utter disbelief. "What is wrong with you?! How do you keep reading my mind like that and saying things like that with a straight face to someone younger than you and innocent, it’s —"

"Someone younger and innocent," Frederick interrupted smoothly, eyes gleaming with amusement, "but still loves a big dick... and takes it so well, especially in doggy style."

That was my absolute limit. I bolted toward the bathroom, sprinting through the doorway and slamming the door shut behind me. I was far too embarrassed to stay out there for another second.

I leaned back against the locked door, my face burning as a traitorous thought slipped into my mind: He’s not even wrong...

I walked away from the door and leaned against the cold wall, covering my burning cheeks as a soft, breathless smile spread across my face. My mind drifted back to how Frederick felt inside me.

The way he filled me, stretching me completely, thick and heavy and utterly, addictively sweet—it was too good.

A familiar, heavy heat began pooling low in my stomach. I groaned quietly, my hands sliding down to rub restlessly over my body as the lingering fantasy took over. My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, I was hard.

My hand slipped under my white shirt and wrapped around my throbbing length in slow, needy strokes as I pictured his deep, punishing thrusts.

I used one hand to bunch up the fabric of my shirt, pulling it all the way up and gripping it between my teeth so it wouldn’t fall back down. With both hands free and my chest fully exposed, I stroked myself faster.

Hah... fuck...

Just thinking of how he hit that deep spot inside me made my knees weak.

"Yes, Daddy..." I moaned around the fabric in my mouth, stroking myself harder.

Seeking more, I let my other hand slide down over my stomach, trailing lower until my fingers found my tight entrance. I teased the sensitive rim slowly, circling it, shivering at the touch.

"Haa... fuck..."

Then I pushed the finger inside, stretching myself open while my fist pumped faster over my cock.

I was completely lost in it, imagining Frederick’s heavy weight pressing me down, driving into me with that relentless, perfect rhythm.

Fuck, please make me cum, Daddy...

"Hah... fuck me hard..." I panted, my finger moving inside me while my hand fastened harder and faster onto my cock.

"Fuck me, Frederick... yes, Daddy, harder—"

My hand became a blur, stroking tight and fast along the veined length. The wet, frantic sound of my fist working my cock filled the bathroom. Pleasure coiled sharp and unbearable at the base of my spine.

"I’m gonna cum... yes, Daddy, fuck me harder!"

"Yes... yes..." My hand squeezed hard around my twitching cock, the blood rushing hot through every vein. I pumped faster, the wet sounds of my hand slapping against my skin echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.

"I’m going to cum! I’m gonna cum... I’m cumming—!"

With one final, desperate stroke, my body seized. A white-hot shockwave tore through my core, and I reached my climax, screaming his name as thick, heavy jets of my cum spilled out onto the marble floor and over my trembling hand.

Click.

The bathroom door suddenly swung open.

I froze mid-gasp, my hand still locked around my twitching cock, my cum still spilling and dripping down. My eyes flew wide with pure horror as I locked gazes with Frederick, who had just stepped right into the doorway.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. He caught me completely red-handed, naked from the chest up, cum still dripping, and panting his name.

He stood frozen in the entrance, rooted in place by pure surprise. I could see the sudden shock in his eyes, the way they widened as he took in the sight of me.

Pure, crushing embarrassment slammed into me so hard I panicked. I whipped around instantly, turning my back to him and pressing my face against the cold wall.

"I’m sorry," Frederick muttered, his voice dropping in disbelief, before he quickly turned on his heel and rushed back out, shutting the door behind him.

I stayed frozen in the bathroom, my chest heaving. I genuinely debated whether I should somehow dissolve into the marble floor or just drop dead on the spot. God, this was too much. Just kill me already.

How on earth was I supposed to face him? What was I even supposed to say? I stayed locked inside the bathroom, not daring to step a single foot outside.

For several minutes, everything outside the door was completely silent.

I rushed into the bathroom because I was embarrassed, only to embarrass myself even more. I buried my face in my hands. What am I even supposed to say when I was the one always claiming I wanted to rest and didn’t want sex, only to end up being the one losing myself in the moment? This is so embarrassing.

I was still lost in my thoughts when Frederick’s voice suddenly broke through the silence.

"Reynold?" His voice came through the door.

I didn’t answer. I just squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead harder against my palm.

"Reynold," he called again, softer this time, his voice a low rumble through the door. "How long do you plan to stay in there? Come outside."

"Go away," I choked out, my voice mortified and trembling. "Just... please go away."

There was a brief pause, the heavy silence pressing against the bathroom door.

"Alright," Frederick said, his tone surprisingly gentle. "I’ll go downstairs for a while and give you some time to calm down. I’ll have the maid bring your breakfast up. I’m really sorry, okay?"

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t even force a word past the tight knot of embarrassment in my throat.

"Alright, I’m leaving now, okay?" he added softly.

I walked over to the bathroom door and pressed my ear against it, listening carefully. A few quiet minutes passed before I heard the faint click of the bedroom door closing as he stepped into the hallway.

I let out a long breath and finally moved. I brushed my teeth, then hurried through a warm shower, trying to wash away every trace of the morning. Afterward, I dried myself and wrapped a fluffy towel securely around my waist.

I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. I went into the walk-in closet, changed into a fresh, comfortable set of clothes, and returned to the bedroom. I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting.

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. One of the maids stepped inside, greeted me politely, and placed a tray of steaming breakfast on the table. She bowed slightly before quietly leaving the room.

I stood up, reached for my phone on the nightstand, and turned off Do Not Disturb so my calls and notifications could come through again.

I walked over to the table, sat down on the sofa, and tried to eat. My throat felt a little better, but my appetite was completely gone, destroyed by the humiliation of what had just happened. Still, I forced myself to swallow a few bites, picking at the food without much interest.

Then my phone buzzed. The screen lit up on the table with a new message notification.

I picked it up, expecting it to be from Frederick, but the name on the screen made my blood run cold.

It was a message from my stepmother.

Reynold, your father is in the hospital. His condition is very serious, and the doctors say he is in critical condition. Your brothers are already here with me at the hospital. Please come home as soon as you can. We need you here.

I stared at the screen, the words blurring as a sudden shock hit me.

My father was sick.

Even if he was a cold, ruthless man who had never shown me an ounce of real love... he was still my father.

Without a second thought, my fingers flew across the screen, and I called my stepmother back...

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