A Dad Obsessed with Milk

Complying with Finneas was the only way I could maintain my innocence.

When Finneas heard me agree, he froze. Then, his eyes lit up as he said, "Come with me. Now."

My answer seemed to flip a switch in him. His gaze turned scorching, and he immediately guided me toward the restroom.

I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. I couldn't even look at him.

Even though we weren't doing anything, the mere thought of fulfilling his request made my stomach knot with humiliation.

I'm a grown woman, and Finneas was a grown man. The thought of giving an adult man my milk was mortifying.

What scared me even more was the possibility that he'd keep filming while I did it.

I avoided meeting his eyes, compelled to ask him about it.

When the restroom finally cleared after someone exited, I spoke up. "Finneas, I've agreed to your request, so you're not going to film me, right?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I just want some warm milk. I just miss the taste. Plus…"

Finneas immediately locked eyes with me when I looked up.

"Honestly, I've been into you for a long time. I noticed you at the parent meeting—your figure captivated me, and your scent sent shivers through me."

There was an intoxicated look in his eyes as he spoke. It made me relax—just a little.

I knew Finneas was threatening me, but I figured that I could work with it as long as he didn't push his luck.

"You have to keep your word," I said. "No more photos."

He nodded. "Relax. I won't. Now let's go into the men's room."

He lifted his phone and looked at me pointedly. He warned, "Don't try to run. If you refuse my request, I can't guarantee these photos won't end up online."

His threat sent a shiver down my spine.

My resigned look prompted Finneas to drop his gaze to the front of my blouse. "Look at that. You're soaked already. It's a good thing I'll help you take care of that in a bit."

He stepped into the men's restroom first.

After making sure that no one else was inside, he poked his head back out and beckoned me. "Hurry up. No one's here. It's the perfect place for us to have a little fun."

He licked his lips, his solid frame filling the doorway as he motioned me forward with his thick arms.

My heart raced, and my body moved toward the restroom of its own accord. I said, "Give me the cup. I'll fill it."

He shook his head. "I didn't bring you here to use a cup. You're giving it to me directly."

He gently but firmly pushed me into the last stall, which was narrow. My back hit the cold tiled wall as I stared at him in panic.

He was crossing a line. If he didn't want to use the cup, that would mean…

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside.

Finneas slipped into the stall and quickly shut the door, his expression frantic.

"Someone's here," he whispered. "Keep your voice down. You don't want your husband or anyone else to find out, do you?"

Then, he threatened me again. "What are you just standing there for? I want the milk. Now. If you don't hurry, I'll send the photos straight to the kindergarten parents' group."

"Don't…"

My hands shook violently. Under his warning glare, I slowly reached for the buttons on my blouse.