Days later, my plan was set in motion. During dinner, when my mother was distracted by one of the maids, I surreptitiously dropped a couple of valium tablets into her wine. As she drank it, blissfully unaware, I settled back, pretending to be engrossed with my phone while I ate.
"I don't know what's wrong with me; I suddenly feel sleepy," she remarked.
"Hmm..." I replied nonchalantly, feigning disinterest. She hissed and knocked my phone from my hand. "What?!" I yelled in annoyance.
"You could at least pretend to care!" she hissed at me.
Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone and headed out, taking my plate with me. "You're just old, Mother. There's nothing wrong with you," I retorted, knowing that would hurt her, considering her superficial nature. Her appearance was her most prized possession.
"Little bitch!" she yelled, incensed. I chuckled, walking away, leaving her fuming. I went into the kitchen to finish my food before retreating to my room to wait.
Two hours later, I adorned a long jacket with absolutely nothing underneath, having spent the day pampering myself. I knew I looked and smelled irresistible. Victor wouldn't be able to resist me.
Boldly, I made my way to Victor's room, knocking once before pushing the heavy door open. I found my mother and Victor lying on the bed. A fit of irrational jealousy welled up inside me, resenting my mother for winning Victor's affection and marrying him. Victor lay on his side, facing away from my mother, while she snored softly on the other side. The sight of her filled me with contempt.
Raising my left hand, I gently brushed Victor's eyebrows, his long eyelashes lifting to reveal his eyes. I caressed the touch of gray in his hair, searching his gaze with a mix of madness and longing. A furrow formed on his brow as he observed me, his eyes reflecting confusion and concern. I felt an intense ache within me, a desire to be intimate with him while my mother slept beside us. It was an intoxicating thought.
"Jess..." Victor started to say, but I silenced him with a passionate kiss. I pressed my body against his, my hand trailing down his form, wrapping around his arousal, igniting his desire. He attempted to resist, but I persisted, moving down to pleasure him with my mouth. He grunted, sitting up and trying to halt my actions. In response, I met his gaze as he grasped my throat, forcing me to meet his eyes. His darkened gaze spoke of both anger and curiosity.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growled, his grip tightening.
"I want you, Victor. Why does she get to sleep in your bed while I yearn for you?" I confessed, tears welling up in my eyes, my emotions surprisingly genuine. Victor had shown a fondness for me, so why couldn't I have him? Confusion clouded my mind, straying from my original plan. The unresolved feelings regarding my mother's conquest of Victor continued to haunt me, emerging at unexpected moments.
"Are you not afraid she could wake up and find you here?" Victor asked, his gaze narrowed with suspicion.
"She won't," I replied cryptically.
"What do you mean by that?" he inquired, his surprise evident.
"I gave her sleeping pills," I admitted. His eyes widened in astonishment, and a laugh escaped his lips as he rubbed his face with his hands.
"I've already told you, Jess, you can't have me. I chose your mother, and for good reason," Victor stated firmly, addressing my desperate plea.
"What does she have that I don't? Besides, she's old," I argued, moving closer to him, still kneeling between his legs. My hand began to stroke his erect member, his gaze locked onto mine with intensity.
"You certainly have a voracious appetite for sex," he observed.
"I enjoy being intimate with you, Daddy," I whispered, pressing my chest against his firm physique. Despite being Archer's father, Victor's age didn't show much except for the gray hair dusting his temple. "And I want to experience it right here, on this bed," I added in a breathy whisper, grinding against him, nibbling on his earlobe. A triumphant smile played on my lips as he responded, stroking my nipples. I swallowed a moan as a rush of moisture pooled between my legs. Pushing him back onto the bed, I climbed atop him, leaning over and capturing his lower lip in a nibble. I started to move rhythmically against him, reveling in the feeling of being filled by him. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips, and I glanced at my mother's sleeping form with a mischievous giggle. 'Mother, look at me now with my hair let loose. How do you like this view?' I thought to myself as I continued to ride Victor. Eventually, we both climaxed, panting heavily. I collapsed over him, wrapping my arms around his neck, relishing the contentment I felt in his embrace.
"Jess, you need to go," Victor said after a while, gently stroking my hair.
"No," I protested.
"Come on, you have to leave," he urged.
"Let's do it one more time, please?" I pleaded.
He chuckled, finding amusement in my persistence. "This is madness, even for you," he remarked.
"I thought I made myself clear?" I replied, my determination unwavering.
"Is that so?" he questioned.
"I want to be the only woman you desire. So, either you come to me, or I'll come here and fuck you beside your drugged wife," I declared, surprising myself with the intensity of my words.
"That sounds like a threat, Jess. I don't respond well to threats," he warned, his amusement mixing with caution.
"Yes, Daddy. It is a threat. A threat that I will continue to have my way with you until you're too old to satisfy me," I stated, a resolute fire burning in my eyes.
He shook his head, obviously amused by my audacity. "Go, I will come to you," he relented. My face lit up with a triumphant smile.
And so it began. Every night, Victor came to my room, fulfilling my desires until I fell asleep. He would then slip away to return to my mother's side, leaving me longing for his presence. I continued to drug my mother, increasing the dosage each time, in a futile attempt to have him spend the entire night with me. But he never did.