Brie couldn’t help to think that he already had as she excused herself to get her swimsuit on and dive into the pool. Kat came over for a few hours, and they talked about their week with far fewer details on Brie’s end, though she did tell her friend about the job. Jimmy was scarce though she saw him in the office looking at them a few times. Her jealousy of anything having to do with Kat had subsided, and Brie relaxed in the shade, at least until Kat invited her to a party that night. Brie begged off, telling her friend that she didn't feel that great and even came home early from the office. Brie was just swimming to stay a little cool in the heat, and she expressed her concern at it worsening her little bug.
Kat had dinner plans with the friends that she was going to the party with so she left early, and Brie slipped on a sheer green cover up over her dry bathing suit and went in to help Marie. “I miss youth,” Marie complained in a friendly tone as Brie smiled at her. She wasn’t fat by any means, but being forty she just wasn’t slim anymore.
“You’re beautiful, and that husband of yours adores you,” Brie shot back as she prepared a salad full of vegetables and mixed it all together.
“Come on now. Both of you are gorgeous,” Jimmy broke in as Marie laughed and shook her head at him. Brie just stared at him as he met her gaze and kept his eyes locked on her until she looked away.
“It’ll be no time before this one has a new guy breaking down your door.” Marie teased him as Jimmy frowned and walked to the fridge for a beer.
Brie couldn’t imagine wanting another man. She joined them at the table and ate some of the food on her plate as her mind raced forward to what was going to happen later. Would he tie her up again? Would he have sex with her? There were so many possibilities and she forced her mind to the present as Marie discussed her upcoming cruise with the two of them. Brie and Jimmy shared a long look as he assured Marie that they would be okay, given the amount of food that she was preparing and freezing for them. Marie thanked them with a hug for each of them before she went to clean up after dinner. Bubbling over about her two-week cruise to Alaska. Jimmy took very good care of Marie as an employee, and this trip wasn’t difficult for her to take, and Marie knew that and worked hard to make life easy for them while she was gone.
Brie and Jimmy both went to their rooms until they knew that she had gone home for the night. Brie showered and dressed in a thin cotton dress in a soft pink as she dried her hair into a straight mass that hung around her shoulders, over the spaghetti straps of the dress that clung to her body. She wore nothing underneath. Jimmy had destroyed her panties earlier, and she knew that he would do that again. She added a hint of pink gloss to her full lips and walked downstairs through the quiet house as she took a few breaths. In and out. Brie had paused by the basement door before she tested it to assure herself that it was open.
Brie turned it easily and looked at the stairs that descended to the place that would change her life. It had brought her so many different feelings over the past months, and she took her first step down. Once she had a better view of it, the large room was something of a man cave. It did have a television that was huge and a couch, but the back wall was taken up with a huge bed with an iron headboard and large black cabinets located on either side of it. Some restraints were hanging from it already, and Brie jumped as she heard Jimmy’s voice. “I could have made this soundproof. I certainly have the money, but I think a part of me wanted you to listen to what you were doing to me. I never expected to find you like that outside of a door, but moving to my room was a good idea. Wasn’t it?” Brie nodded.
“Take off your dress and get on the bed,” Jimmy told Brie as she nodded and walked towards the back of the room. Music came on, something that sounded like piano and Jimmy hurried up the steps as she lifted the clothing over her head. Brie shivered on the air conditioning that blew down on her bare skin, and she looked towards the bed to seen that it was lit with soft lights installed on the ceiling as well as amber lamps on the cabinets. “The door is locked.” She looked back at him as he took in her body and slowly unbuttoned the short sleeved blue shirt that he was wearing as he met her eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He stepped forward and dropped the shirt as he told her to get onto the bed. Brie moved onto the mattress and fell back onto it as she crawled forward and memorized the sounds of his labored breathing. “I am going to test what you like tonight. Remember your word, Brie. I never want to hurt you.”
Jimmy secured her to the headboard with soft cloth restraints that Brie realized gave her plenty of room to move into different positions. He also pulled something similar from the end of the bed and secured her legs as well, spread far apart as Brie blushed and forced herself to calm down as her aching nipples pressed against the soft sheets. She watched him go to the left cabinet and withdraw some items that he dropped behind her on the mattress. She froze as he crawled up between her legs, only to melt as he took a small vibrator and traced it over her pussy and ass, back and forth. Brie had never felt what it was like to be touched there, and she shuddered as her body readily responded. Jimmy focused on her hard nub as he pressed it into her and moved it back and forth before he smacked her ass with a loud crack. Brie shot forward as her release trickled down her thighs and she gasped. “Oh my God.”
Jimmy moved on to whip her with a small whip, and Brie cried out as the strips hit her hard and spread out over her ass. Once he clipped her clit and she jerked forward in pain and ecstasy as she knew that she was close again. Jimmy took another item from behind her, and it took him a moment to place something small into her ass as she groaned. “I want you here at some point.” His voice was telling her how much he was losing all restraint, and she felt his hand slide down after pressing the plug in to roughly finger her waiting center as she rocked against him. “You’re so tight. All mine.” Jimmy murmured as she continued to search for the release that she needed in a broken voice. “Come for me, Brie. I want to feel you on my fingers.”
She did with a scream and Jimmy maneuvered her onto her back as he buried his face between her legs to deliver another orgasm as she cried and whimpered his name. Jimmy’s hands covered her nipples and pinched and pulled as she arched against him and felt herself trickle over his tongue as he sucked harder on her. Jimmy pulled away and stood to drop his shorts as she got another look at his spectacular body and hard cock. “I need to be inside of you. This will be slower so that you’re not in too much pain.” Jimmy moved back onto the bed and kissed her hard. Their first kiss. She tasted herself on him, and Brie sucked at his lips as he positioned himself in front of her. “Birth control? I am very clean, and I’d prefer you bare.” Jimmy told her as she nodded at him.
“Since I was fourteen. Bad periods.” Brie replied as he let out a sigh of relief and watched as he slid his cock inside of her slowly. “So fucking good.” Jimmy breathed as he filled her and her body wrapped tightly around him as he just kept sliding deeper. He felt so good as he pulled out and went back in, too carefully for her as Brie pleaded for him to go harder. “Fuck me, Jimmy.”
He gripped her hips and went hard at her body as Brie met him thrust for thrust. The minimal pain had disappeared now and replaced with a deep need for him to have her in every way possible. The combination of the small but long plug being pressed inside of her as Jimmy went at her fast and deep made Brie have the kind of orgasm that she never knew existed, and she screamed as she came. “I need to soundproof this now. Fucking hell, Brie. I am going to come so hard.” He thrust hard and stilled as she felt his warmth combining with hers as his fingers dug into her skin.
He kept her tied there, spanking her with several things to find out what she liked best as the plug remained secure in her ass. Jimmy clipped items to her breasts, causing a constant pinch as he used his massive selection of toys on her pussy and made her have orgasm after orgasm.
Jimmy carefully made a drawer of her favorites before he released Brie ‘s arms and legs from the restraints. She let them drop down, weak and sated but wanting so much more of him. Brie had never used her safe word, and she didn’t think that she ever would.
Jimmy crawled over her body again and slipped inside of her again as she stared into his eyes.
CHAPTER 5
They continued their relationship, sleeping together in the basement during the weeks while Marie was away. Had she not cooked for them, the pair would have eaten much worse than they were accustomed to thanks to her. Brie and Jimmy would come up the stairs and heat up food, shoveling it into their mouths before they went back to explore one another.
Brie loved his spankings and whips. She also discovered that she loved it when he bit down on her skin, in only those places that nobody else would see. Her nipples throbbed regularly, and her ass ached as she lay outside with Kat the few times that she could.
Working for your stepfather as well as fucking him took a lot of time.
“You look different. Are you seeing someone?” Kat asked her curiously about a month later on a Saturday. They had only gone out a couple of times to a club or a concert and Brie had rushed to Jimmy the moment that she was home. No college boy could every make her feel the way that he did.
“No, not really. I mean…when do I have time?” Brie forced a laugh. “I chat with guys on some of the apps but nothing serious yet.”
“Do you miss being with Ricky?” Fuck, no. Brie loved things with Jimmy, but she bit her lip in a false thoughtful motion as she remained silent for a few moments.
“A little. I don’t think I want to risk my heart that way again.” Kat murmured in agreement as she closed her eyes in the shade and they dozed off before dinner. Brie did go to see a new movie with her that night and had some dessert, but she pulled into the driveway and turned off the car as she noticed another one in the driveway.
Brie walked into the kitchen, dimly lit with only the light above the stove on and listened carefully. The basement quickly had become soundproofed so she couldn’t hear anything from there but she tried the door. It opened. Brie walked down the stairs and turned her head to see a young blonde woman strapped to bed as Jimmy rested his face in his hands. “What’s the issue, Jimmy?” She was naked with large breasts and a tight little waist, and Brie felt her heart break as she surveyed the scene.
“I just can’t do this,” he told her as he stood and started to pace the room in his shorts. He paused and stopped before looking up to see Brie as his face fell.
She turned and left before she started to cry. That was the moment Brie knew that she was falling for her stepfather, and she dropped onto her bad as the tears slid down her cheeks. They fucked, and he hurt her most of the time, but there were moments when it was just them on the bed as he claimed her body as his. It was his, and she would never want another man.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and she tried to wipe her eyes with her hands. “Brie. Fuck, let me explain.”
“We never said this was exclusive. I don’t know why it hurt me, but I’m a big girl.” Brie would never give him up and was willing to share.
“I didn’t do anything with her. I called her here and tied her up, but I didn’t even want to touch her.” Jimmy told her as she turned her head to look at him. “I needed to try and break what I have with you, but I know that I can’t.” He dropped onto her bed and kissed her as Brie pressed against him. They made love on her bed that night, slowly and deeply as they looked into each other’s eyes. Brie came hard and cried out his name as he cupped her face and kissed her though his release before he dropped his head against her chest. “No more women. Only you.”
The months kept passing and about three weeks before school; Marie looked closely at Brie as they fixed breakfast. “You look a little pale. Are you feeling alright?”
Brie had been feeling a little more tired than usual and drained, but she blamed the strep throat that she’d gotten earlier this summer from an intern at the office. The idiot had still come to work to get a job but was quickly released when Jimmy saw how sick Brie became. “I haven’t bounced back from the strep. I had such great medicine for that, but I still feel tired.
Medicine. Antibiotics. Holy shit. That hadn’t even occurred to Brie when she was taking the medicine and what it would do to her birth control pills. It stopped their effectiveness and Jimmy was still fucking her when she was getting better and on the pills. She dropped the knife that she was using to cut fruit for a salad for a BBQ with Marie and her husband along with Kat and her new boyfriend. “Are you okay?”
“I need some water,” Brie told her as she went for a fresh glass of ice water. She sipped it and returned to her job as her stepfather entered the kitchen from a morning at his office in a meeting. He smiled at the women, and Brie noticed a gleam in his eyes as she felt her stomach twist.
She made it through the meal by the pool though she denied any drinks. Jimmy informed Kat and her boyfriend that they got the pool house that night with the summer cocktails that they were consuming even as he cast a worried glance at Brie. Jimmy was following her inside as the other couple made their way to their beds for the night, drunk and laughing. “What’s wrong?” His voice sounded laced with concern, and she took a deep breath before she turned to face him.
“I was on antibiotics this summer, baby. I didn’t think to use condoms and…I am late by a couple of months.” Brie slowly admitted as she stared at him. She had just called him baby, and that hit her harder than the words that explained her situation.
“We need to test,” Jimmy told her as she nodded. He looked thoughtful for a moment before he urged her upstairs to his room with his hand on the small of her back. “I have some here. Let me check to see if they’re good.”
Brie sat on the bed as the realization of why he might have some hit her and he went to look in the bathroom. “Did I almost have a sibling?” She asked as he came back into the bedroom holding a box in his hand.
“There was a scare once. Here, use this. It’s still good.” Jimmy rushed through his sentence, and she took the box with shaking hands. “I think it’s easy to do.”
Brie went through the motions behind the closed door as everything hit her. Pregnancy. Stepfather. This was a bad movie, and she set the stick on the counter as she pulled her shorts back on and sat on the floor. Jimmy tapped on the door, and he moved to sit beside her as a tear slid down her cheek. “I am so sorry. You didn’t want this.”
“Nothing is final yet.” Jimmy took her hand and stroked it softly. “I want to tell myself that this is wrong. I want to know that I am older than you, and you deserve someone young and in the same part of life that you’re at.” Jimmy sighed. “I want to feel the need to go back to a different woman every night, but I did that to work you out of my system. I did that, and it got me here, and I don’t want anything else.”
“I want to tell myself similar things, but I have fallen in love with you, Jimmy. I am scared to death right now, but I love you so much.” Brie softly admitted as she looked up at him.
“I love you too. I am sure that I am going to hell for what I’m doing, but I love you and I kind of like the idea of a baby. I never wanted that before, even with Nat. I was all about business and taking care of the two of you, but there’s something more here.” Jimmy was almost thinking out loud as he glanced up. “Is it time?”
Brie sighed and stood up to pick up the stick and look for the word that told them what their future was.
PREGNANT.
“Holy shit. We’re having a baby.” Brie said as Jimmy stood and pulled her into his arms. They stayed in his room, talking and making love until Brie thought it better to go back to her room.
She knew that there would be a lot of judgment on the choices that they were making, but Brie prayed for some support along the way as she curled up under her covers and closed her eyes. Brie apologized to her mother in soft whispers as she stared at the picture of the two of them from a BBQ. She heard something across the room, and Brie looked over to see another picture had fallen over.
She got out of bed to see that it was one of her mom holding her as a baby. Brie frowned. There was no way that it would have just fallen with the weight of the frame and the lack of air in that corner. “Is that you showing me your approval?” Brie whispered as she set it back up. She returned to bed and fell into a restless sleep as she mentally prepared to tell Marie and her friends what she was planning.
CATCHING UP WITH DADDY
Chapter one
“I don’t know why are you are being so stubborn, Penny. You knew that eventually that I would marry again and for you to show me this kind of disrespect only makes me painfully aware of the fact that our relationship is never going to be the same. You’re coming home and I was hoping that meant that we were going to mend some fences. I want you to meet my husband and it might’ve been a whirl wind courtship, but we feel that this is the right decision for the both of us. I want him in my life and I won’t let you do anything or say anything to the contrary to ruin what I have with him.” My mother was notorious for shacking up with just about anybody that had two pennies to rub together.
“I will do what I can to make nice, but I’m not promising anything. I was mistaken and I don’t think that I will be there for the next five days.” I decided after hearing about her nuptials that shortening my trip was best for me. The visitation that I would have with my mother would hopefully allow me to leave without saying something that I would regret. I had a new job lined up and I was ready to start this new chapter in my life.
“It’s just as well. He’s away on business and the money that he has doesn’t come without long hours and trips. Did I mention that he’s a billionaire and his work in real estate has amassed him some kind of respect amongst his peers? I wish that I had a photo to send you, but I guess you will see him when you see him. You both should be arriving at precisely the same time.” I was glad for the reprieve and this impromptu road trip to various small towns would keep me occupied long enough to realize that she was besmirching my father’s name.
I was a girl with a long memory and my father might have died, but he was still very much in my mind and in my life. I had that gold locket around my neck and the picture of him with me on the other side was a good reminder that I would always have him in my heart.
“I think that you’ll find that I will never accept any man in your life that isn’t my father. Besides, we both know that you are a consummate gold digger. It would be one thing if I believed that you were in love, but to sleep with him just for his money is deplorable. You should be ashamed, but I know that you’re not. You never had to work a day in your life and you’re not going to start now.” I didn’t mean to be that defensive, but she really did know how to push my buttons in just the right way to elicit the kind of response that would have us arguing.
“I really don’t want to get into this with you young lady. You’re my daughter if you’re not careful, I will make sure that none of his money ever lands on your doorstep. Think about that very carefully and money may not buy happiness, but it sure goes a long way.” I hated to admit that she was right, but my collection of shoes was rapidly getting out of control.
“I’ll be home in five days and we can continue this discussion when I arrive. This guy better not be the same as some of those other guys that couldn’t keep their hands off of me. I had to scald one with a pot of hot water to get him to stop leering at me with more than a passing interest. I kicked one in the nuts and broke ones finger for even trying to touch my ass.” I thought that I heard a snicker on the other end of the line and that was the final straw. I slammed the phone closed, fuming mad and not paying attention to what I was doing. I went to the side of the road and I hit this huge pothole that made the entire truck bounce back and forth on the road after I got control of it again.
I saw the makings of a small town up ahead and I decided to exit the highway in hopes of some suitable lodging for the evening. I found a very dilapidated garage that still had its lights on. I stopped the truck and I knew that it had something to do with the suspension and the last pothole must have broken something quite severe to cause this kind of damage.
I had on a pair of blue jeans and they were cut perfectly like they were made for me. My young innocent 19 year old ass projected nicely from the back giving me the kind of caboose that would have most guys clamoring to pant after me like dogs. The denim shirt was tied at the middle and my flat midriff was perfectly staged to show that I was no stranger to working my body into a frenzy. I might’ve been only 19 years old, but I had an old soul that you could see in the windows of my eyes.
“I don’t know what to tell you. It’s not like I’m some miracle worker. I know that you’re my cousin and all, but you need to realize that parts for that kind of car are not going to be easy to attain. I’ve already made some inquiries and I’m having that part sent here by morning. In the meantime, you’re going to have to find some place to stay. There’s no way that you’re staying with me and Mary. She hates you and she has every reason to after those very explicit photos that you sent of my bachelor party. You know that it took me almost three days after the wedding to finally consummate our marriage.”
“Earl, I just wanted to show you what you were missing and I suppose I should have thought about your future instead of just a good time.” I knocked lightly on the door and cleared my throat, so that my entrance was not going to make them jump out of their skin.
“What can I do for you? I’m just about to close up for the evening, but for a pretty thing like you I will try to refrain.” He had greased covered coveralls, but he seemed to be pretty handy with a wrench and that was exactly what I was looking for.
“I think I broke something on my truck.” He motioned for me to bring it into the garage and then he took it up on the lift and gave it the once over with his buddy hanging back and watching intently.
“I can fix it, but I’m going to have to have the part sent to me. It won’t be here till morning, but there are several vacancies in the motel down the street. I’m sure that Angel will be very happy to show you. There’s also a nice little diner and it’s mostly a greasy spoon, but you can get a pretty fair hamburger. Nothing else is edible, but they are known to cultivate their very own beef from local farmers in the area. You’re not some kind of vegan are you?” I was at one time, but the attraction of a juicy piece of hamburger or a steak barbecued to perfection was hard for me to ignore.
“I like hamburger like anybody else does.” I don’t know why, but I was watching this man intently and I wasn’t talking about the mechanic.
“I just remembered that I’m not going to be in the shop. I have an overdue fishing trip. I’ll be gone for five days.” I couldn’t stay here that long, but the truck was in no shape to go anywhere without causing me undue harm.
“Earl, you don’t have to worry and you know that I’m the one that taught you everything you know. Being in the Marines, I learned what it took to put things back together again. Leave me the keys to the shop and I’ll be happy to fix her truck with no cost to you.” I wasn’t sure that I liked this arrangement, but I had very little time to raise an objection before Earl was passing over the keys.
“He’s right. He did teach me everything that he knows. He’s probably better at this stuff than I am anyway.” I wasn’t sure if he was just saying that to get out of being made to show some kind of responsibility instead of taking that fishing trip. “Come back in the morning and my buddy will set you up and have you on your way before you know it. I’ll even wave some of the fee and it’s the right thing to do.” I thought that was mighty neighborly of him, but for him to do that for a complete stranger showed just what kind of hometown values I had been missing. I agreed to their terms, pulling at my hair which was a short blond cut. I had an apple bottom and a pair of breasts that were more than a mouthful on a 5’4, 120 pound lithe frame.
The guy that was going to work on my car had these pair of sunglasses that were mirrored and made it very difficult to see the intention behind his eyes. The open shirt showed a white tee shirt and the black pants was a little unusual for a man that was rough around the edges. The belt alone was custom made and had this Italian craftsmanship that you didn’t find here in the states.
“I can give you a lift down to the diner and the hotel is just across the street from that. I’m staying there myself and I have some business to conduct in the early morning that needs a very delicate touch. I have my eye on a certain parcel of land that I plan to develop it into something of a resort. Through the trees is a beautiful lake. It’s taken a lot of time to convince the previous owners to give up their legacy, but there is always a price for everything.”
“Didn’t he just say that you’re going to have to wait for the part to come in for your car to be fixed?” He stopped and slapped himself across the forehead. It was obvious that we were going to have to walk the couple blocks down to the diner.
“I guess we’re both in the same boat.” He went to his car inside and that he locked up for the evening with my truck currently in the second work bay. We walked in silence and there were moments that I had to stop and look at his tight ass in that black pair of pants and wonder if I could find some way to make them come down a little.
I swallowed hard and envisioned the way that his hips would flex, as he gave me what I’d never had before.
Chapter two
“This place might be a hole in the wall, but their hamburgers are to die for.” I wanted to argue with him, but with my mouth full of this delicious meat, it was hard to say anything disparaging about a place that really looked like it had been in the throes of better days. The atmosphere was of a roadside stand and the people were the kind that knew the value of a hard earned dollar. I couldn’t say the same thing for my mother. I often thought that she got pregnant with me to trap my father.
“I have this compulsion to talk to the chef and inform him that he is doing one helluva job. He shouldn’t be cooking here and there are places in the city that would gladly snap him up in a second just for these hamburgers alone.” I saw the billow of smoke coming from the kitchen and I saw somebody in behind that smoke, but they were distorted and made it difficult for me to praise his virtues. I sat there eating that hamburger and stripping him of every piece of clothing one at a time in my mind. I could see his chiseled chest and the way that his hips tapered into that V that would have most women crying out in passion on the release of an orgasm that was currently building up inside.
I had to purposely move my fingers into the waistband of my jeans. I touched the wet material of my panties and I knew that his presence was currently making me very uncomfortable in a good way.
He was older than me and could’ve been my father, but there was no way that I could have these kinds of feeling for my father. There was that flicker of a flame. A brief understanding and the exchange of glances that we were sharing made me believe that he was thinking the same thing. He was a total stranger and yet I was thinking about sleeping with him and giving him the purity of my body.
“I know the chef personally and I can have him come to your table.” I heard him saying something, but my main focus was the way that his chest was falling with each breath. I could see the way that his shirt was pushing out against the muscle of his obvious well defined hunky body.
“That would be nice…so very nice.” I wasn’t even talking about the meal and certainly not about the chef. I had my eyes on a certain dessert that would be most at home inside my mouth. I wanted to taste his seed and to drain him of all of his bodily fluids in one mad dash to the finish line inside that no tell motel across the street. I envisioned him planting his tongue deep inside me and then drawing out the conclusion of our union with sharp thrusts of his hips against me from behind. He would be slapping my ass and pulling my hair like a dirty little girl. I wanted him, but I had no idea how I was supposed to profess those feelings without looking like some sort of slut.
“I’m sure that he would have no problem hearing from a visitor to this town about his prowess in the kitchen.” The only prowess that I was looking for was the way that he was going to make me squeal with a certain delight that came from an orgasmic offering. He motioned for the chef and he came out and actually wiped his hands on his apron.
“I never thought that I would see you here again. When you left after graduation, I saw you as a rising star and one that was going to leave this no nothing town in your rearview mirror.” It was obvious that they knew each other and that coming from this town was something that they had in common. He had close cropped dark hair and standing at 6 feet and 200 plus pounds was more than this diminutive little frame could take.
“Hank, I want you to meet a friend of mine. She’s only here for the night, but she wanted to personally thank you for your efforts in the kitchen. I don’t think that it comes as a big surprise that she found your hamburgers to be delicious.” I wanted to say that it was the best thing that I’d ever had in my mouth, but I was thinking that maybe there was something else in this diner that might surpass that. “She might even show up for breakfast tomorrow morning. You do have a hearty kind of breakfast that sticks to the ribs.” Hank shook my hand and I told him that he was wasting his talents, but he said that he was never going to leave what he considered his family.
I drank my coffee and continually looked over the rim of the cup to see that he had undone one of the buttons on his shirt. It wasn’t much, but it was certainly enough to stoke those fires just a little bit more than what they already were.
“You have been a welcome company. A stranger is someone that you haven’t had the fortune to meet. It’s all about being in the right place at the right time.” I had purposely undone one of my buttons and leaned forward let him see the ripe melons that could be his if he played his cards right.
He escorted me over to the motel and I paid for the room in advance for one night. We both got our keys and went up the stairs. I don’t know if he could feel the heat between us, but I felt like we were going to turn into a ball of flame. His room was right next to mine and there was an adjoining door inside. I stood there with my door open and I was waiting for that inevitable kiss. He leaned in and moved this strand of hair away from my ears before leaning forward and kissing my forehead in a platonic way that took that sizzle down to a simmer.
“It’s been a nice evening and I don’t want to ruin it with some kinda one night stand. I’m not that kind of guy and I’m afraid that this is as far as we go together. You are a little young and I would feel like I was robbing the cradle if I were to even contemplate anything that wasn’t strictly on the up and up. I’m sure that it would be fleeting and memorable, but I’m looking for something with more longevity. I can’t in good conscience do something to ruin that.” It was obvious that the ring on his finger was cutting off his circulation to his brain or maybe another part of his anatomy that was having the life choked out of it. He didn’t recognize a good thing, but I had to say one thing for him and that he was loyal to a fault to whatever woman that had ensnared him in her web.
“You’ve been something of a surprise and I don’t usually find myself interested in older men. I’m a little disappointed, but I’m also glad to see that some people have morals that are still intact.” I could say that, but it still didn’t mean that I wasn’t willing and able to show him some kind of tender loving care.
“I’ve always believed in fidelity and the vows I took were sacred in the eyes of the lord. I’m not saying that I’m not tempted, because I would be a damn fool if I said that I wasn’t. It’s just that I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to come in there with the way that we are feeling about each other. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or send any kind of mixed signals to indicate that I would even do something like this. Hell, I don’t even know what I’m saying any more. It would be best that I just go inside before I do or say anything that I will regret.” I felt this longing and the yearning for something more than just his attempt at idle conversation. He had made his bed and now he was going to have to lie in it alone. Unfortunately, that meant that I was going to have to do the same thing.
“Whoever your wife is, I have to say that she is a very lucky girl to have a man that can resist the temptation of a nubile young thing like me. I hope that she’s worth it and you have no idea how good it was going to be.” I really had no idea of that myself, but it sounded good in my head. I hadn’t had sex, but I did come close several times. I wasn’t exactly innocent and going down on a guy and having him shoot into my mouth was one of my guilty pleasures. I was very good at skinning that flute and making a man pump volumes that seemed impossible. I was selective and I had to get to know the man or the young pubescent boy that was going to make his way into manhood.
“I sometimes think that monogamy is a crime against humanity. It’s certainly not what the bible would tell us to do, but he does work in mysterious ways. I can only assume that throwing you at me is a test of my willpower. I only wish that my wife could see me and know that she means that much.” He opened his door and looked back one last time, as if he was trying to convince himself that grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into the room would be the worst mistake that he had ever made in his life.
I licked my lips and made a certain part of his anatomy show interest by how he was filling out those pants. If that was with underwear and I had no reason to doubt that it was then he was well endowed. I wanted to see it and I was this close to attacking him and having my way, but I forced myself not to put him in that untenable situation.
I was in my room lying down with my legs wide open and running my hands down over my milky white flesh. I knew that he was no more than a couple of feet away and that the only thing that was separating us was a bit of drywall and a thin wooden door. It would’ve been so easy to knock and have him come over, cry on his shoulder about some nonsense and then use that to seal the deal.
I’d already taken a cold shower, but that did nothing to negate the simmering heat that had taken control of my body and good senses. He was now making it impossible not to touch myself. I barely scratched over my clit and my entire body jumped with an audible gasp of excitement escaping my lips. I wanted this complete stranger and I could bring him to life in my mind’s eye like a fantasy. It was his hand that touched me and it was his finger that elicited that moan of desire. I could see him so clearly and yet everybody knows that one’s own hand does not have that unpredictable nature.
“Yes…my fucking stud…finger fuck my hole.” I purposely raised the Octave of my voice, so that he could get a good idea of what I was doing. I could only pray that he would take his own cock and we could ride that manual train together to the end of the line. “I want your tongue…I want your big hard cock within my folds.” I had no other recourse than my own fingers and a bottle of hand lotion that I had found in the bathroom. I should’ve had one of my many battery powered toys, but they were currently locked in a chest underneath my truck seat.
“Please…you’ve got to stop this. Your hand feels, so fucking good and if you don’t stop, I’m going to blow all over the place.” It was his voice and I wondered if maybe he was trying to compete with me. It was going to be an interesting way for us to have sex and not have sex at the same time. “Take me in your mouth and let me see your tongue working me into a frothy frenzy.” If I listened real hard, I was sure that I could hear the slapping of his hand against his stick of dynamite.
“Take my mouth, use it as you see fit and cum deep into my throat.” I had three fingers driven inside of me with my sticky residue now slathering over my fingers. This was where his cock should’ve already been.
“You have such a sweet mouth and a girl like you should always have a cock inside it. I can feel it coming and I want you to join me in a moment that will live in infamy in both of our minds. Suck it…suck it harder…pull my balls and make me cream inside that young….oh so very young…mouth… AHHHHHH.” I could almost taste him and it brought to mind those few guys that had been privileged enough to hold my hair in their hands and deliver a deposit that was worthy of a girl with my skills.
“I just took your load in my mouth. I’m stroking you back to a stiff one. I’m spreading my legs and letting you slide down between my heaving bosom. You leave a trail of what little bit is left inside your balls. You grab me from around the thighs and you plunge solidly and with no mercy to make me cry out in passion. You slap against me, as you pound me harder and harder into the mattress with my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I scream and you look at me with this hunger that can only be satiated by giving me what I want.” I was telling him a tale that could have happened if he only let himself live a little.
“I feel my cock wrapped up in your tight little hole. I look down and see how the lips are caressing me on each stroke and I reach under and grab your ass to pull you towards me. There is no denying that you’re not going to get away. I drive like a piston from a machine, making your body bounce on that mattress, as you squeal with delight and throw your head back in obvious enjoyment of what I’m doing to you.” There was no way that I could handle that type of dirty talk without touching on the pleasure that was currently in reach.
“I’m cumming…do you feel me cumming all over your meaty cock? Do you love the way that my juices run in rivers down the length of you and cover your balls? I’m cumming for you…only for you… YESSSSSSS.” I twisted and turned, letting my passion unfold naturally and I lay back with a satisfied air surrounding me. I wanted the real thing and there was no substitute for that first time encounter. This was the next best thing, but it was likely a pale comparison to what it would be like if he was here in person. His body would be glistening and his eyes would be showing this intensity that made me aware that this was not the only time that we were going to bring each other to the pinnacle of pleasure that night.
“Thank you.” It was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep and I knew that after such an explosive moment that I would have the sleep of the angels.
Chapter three
I suppose I should’ve been surprised when I awoke to find that he was no longer there. I knocked and there was no answer. I went downstairs and found my truck already sitting in the very spot underneath the room in which I had slept with visions of him running through my head.
“He told me to tell you and I’m sure that you’ll understand that in another life and in another time that it might’ve been possible. I normally don’t concern myself with other people’s business, but for $50.00, I’m more than happy to relay a message. I also have this letter.” The manager was this balding idiot with a stained blue shirt that looked like he had slept in it.
I walked out into the parking lot and I couldn’t wait to tear into that piece of paper. “Last night is something that I will cherish. I wish that there could have been more and I’m sure that you feel the same way. We gave each other something to hold onto. You still have your whole life ahead of you and a future that is probably ripe with a lot of guys standing in line to be with you. I can only hope that you’ll find the happiness that you deserve. I know that we have only known each other for a short time, but I feel that it’s been longer than that. I was tempted to knock on your door this morning, but I have this funny feeling that I would never be able to keep my hands off of you. I wish you all the best and that all of your dreams come true.” He signed it with the letter A. It brought to mind the symbol of adultery that women wore when they cheated on their husbands back in the old days.
I breathed deeply and turned my face towards the sun with the heat now touching my cheek. I had a few more days and I was going to make the most out of my time.
I stopped off at various places along the way, talking to complete strangers with the words of my fantasy lover continually echoing in my ears. A stranger was only a person that you haven’t met. I learned that they all had stories and I lived vicariously through each and every word. I even stayed in this little old ladies house, so that I could listen to stories of her late husband, a war hero that had seen his life snatched away from him at an early age. She never remarried and she confessed that she believed that there was nobody out there that could hold a candle to the one that got away.
I stayed with her for about two days and then I moved on and found this farmer couple that was just making inroads into a new marriage. This guy was handsome and I could tell from the way that he was looking at me that there was interest. The word fidelity didn’t mean much to me before, but it did now. I did nothing to encourage his advances. I ignored his wandering eyes and I did not call him on his behavior when I caught him staring at me, as I came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around me.
I left there and I was on my way back home with the window down and a country song playing on the radio. I wasn’t into the genre of country music, but the lyrics seemed to make sense to me like they hadn’t before. Lost love and jilted love was the common theme. One in particular talked about a man that had come into a woman’s life and left her to wonder if anybody else would be able to make her feel the way that she did on that one day.
I saw a lone female hitchhiker with long flaxen hair blowing in the breeze. I knew that she was only asking for trouble. No doubt a man would try to take advantage of her and I thought that it was my duty as a woman to make sure that didn’t happen. I pulled over and I waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that he she wouldn’t appear with some kind of knife with an ultimatum.
“You have no idea how long I have been waiting. I don’t know how to thank you.” I found out that her name was Rebecca and that she had run from an abusive relationship with only emotional scars to keep her from moving on.
“I want you to remember that not all men are like that. There are some good ones and I was fortunate enough to meet one and then let him go.” She slapped her hand up to her mouth in shock and then I told her my story and she listened intently, until I had come to the end of my tale. “That man was strong and confident, but I’m glad that I didn’t do anything to ruin what could be the love of his life. Some may think that what happens on the road is fair game. The likelihood of meeting again is slim. He was not of that same sentiment and it touches me deeply that he would even consider me that much a threat.”
“Penny, I don’t know you all that well, but it was probably a good thing that you didn’t throw caution to the wind. Trust me, I’ve been down that road to many times to count and it always leads to heartbreak hotel. They say that they’re going to leave the one they are with, but their intention is just to get laid. I will say that older guys know how to seduce with not only their eyes but their words. It’s their sophistication and experience that makes it impossible for us to pull away at the last second. I have to give it up for your mystery man with the initial A. There aren’t all that many men out there that would deny themselves the possibility of stripping you of your clothes and putting you into, so many positions that it would be hard for you to keep track.”
If I were into women, I would most likely make a play for her. She did have the kind of body that would have a lot of guys vying for her affection by beating each other to death. The last one standing would be the victor and the spoils of war would fall into his grateful hands.
“You have said that you have done this a few times, but would you do it again if you had a chance to do it all over? Don’t you think that you would have a little bit more self respect for yourself than to give yourself freely to those men that caught your eye?” I only asked these questions, because my own sex drive was at an all time high and I needed something to curb my appetite for cock.
“There are a few that I would take back, but for the most part, I’ve lived my life the exact way that I wanted to. I’ve never regretted anything and I’ve always played safely. In this day and age, you would be a damn fool not to and the one thing that my mother didn’t raise was a fool.” We talked for some time and then we finally made it to this small fruit stand on the side of the road. I could see that her main interest was with a young man with a shaven face and stubble on his head. He had that military look in his eyes.
I left that roadside stand on my own and was somewhat jealous of her ability to throw away the rule book. She did what she wanted and didn’t have anybody to answer to. I didn’t think that the man that she was going to be with was going to be long-term. She was still sowing her oats and leaving bodies in her wake from one end of the highway to the other. She would leave them with a memory and maybe a token of her gratitude. I wanted to be like her, but I felt like I had something to prove to myself by waiting. I had this feeling that my mother’s freedom with her body had made me a little reluctant to go down that same destructive road.
I sat there at the edge of my street after another few hours of driving with my hands on the steering wheel and wondering if maybe it would be a good idea to turn around and go back the way that I came. My new job was another 200 miles away. I already put a down payment on apartment sight unseen.
I finally gave myself the encouragement needed to face my mother. I stepped from the truck and knocked on the door with it swinging open to find that her husband to be was the one that had given such good and nasty dirty talk a few nights ago. We both looked at each other and had to prevent any kind of recognition.
Chapter four
“You took your time getting here and I was getting a little worried that maybe you were in a ditch somewhere. I was close to calling out the authorities.” My mother was always a bit of a worrywart or at least she pretended to be when other people were around. “You could’ve given me a call and you really did put a good scare into me. Angel was here to tell me that I should give you some room to breathe and that you probably just got lost in your thoughts or something like that.” I tried not to look at him, but it was very difficult when I continually glanced to make sure that this wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
“Your mother tells me that you have been dabbling with journalism. What branch are you interested in?” How he was able to talk without cracking his voice was a mystery that was only known to him. “I have a few connections that might make it easier to open up some doors for you. My business ventures are mostly real estate, but I do own a couple of radio stations.” That was my dream job to be a producer and the creative force behind any kind of advertisement that would be heard on that station. I wasn’t sure how I could justify taking him up on his offer without wondering if there were strings attached to the proposal.
“Your new stepfather is reaching out and I want you to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s only trying to help and this is in no way to ingratiate himself into your life. I know that our relationship has been strained, but I would like to make amends and see if we can’t find a way past our differences.” My mother had never shown this kind of interest in opening up the path of communication between the two of us. I could only surmise that this was Angel’s doing and what a fitting name for a man that seemed like he had come down from heaven built from the blueprints of what a man was supposed to look like and act like.
I was feeling a little short of breath and I touched my forehead to feel the heat of what might have come from the farmer’s wife. She was under the weather the last might that I was there and I was now showing symptoms of the same flu that had afflicted her.
“It’s been a long drive and I will certainly take your proposition into consideration. For now, I would really like to lie down.” I didn’t tell her that I was sick and she was oblivious to me being sick when I was growing up. It was always my grandmother that would sit with me, but she had passed away a couple of years ago, leaving me to fend for myself. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one that gave me the strength of character to strike out and not let my mother belittle me into thinking that I wasn’t worth investing in.
“I have to get to work.” It was only 8:00 AM and my mother was already out the door before I had a chance to say anything more.
“You have to forgive your mother and I convinced her that it would be a good idea for her to put in her notice.” It appeared that she was only pretending to work and this was the girl that had never held down a job a day in her life. Where was she going and was it possible that her affections for Angel were not as deep as I was led to believe? “If you don’t mind me saying so, you don’t look well.” The room was spinning and I fell back into his arms. He carried me like a fireman would a victim outside of a house.
He kicked in the door with his masculine body hovering over me, as he lowered me onto a bed that wasn’t mine. I looked around and the room was the same, but everything else had changed. My childhood memories were boxed up in a corner and she turned my room into a guest room.
“It was probably a good thing that we didn’t do anything. It really is a small world.” I felt this chill run through my body and I grabbed for the white duvet to cover me.
I had my back towards him and then I felt the weight of his body sitting down beside me. “I don’t know what I would’ve done had we succumbed. To hear you in the other room giving yourself pleasure was almost too much for me to take. This was the ultimate test and I faltered a little, but for the most part…I passed. Penny, I want you to rest and I’ll bring you something to eat to settle your stomach.” It felt nice to have somebody to take care of me and my mother was always the hands off approach when it came to parenting.
“Thank you.” I didn’t mean to say that and it brought to mind the very last words that he had said to me after we had supplied each other with enough incentive to drive each other up the wall.
I waited for him to say something, but instead he stopped momentarily at the threshold to my bedroom. I could hear him breathing and then the door slowly closed. I couldn’t believe the odds of having him, as my new stepfather. It didn’t seem possible that god would be that cruel to dangle him in front of me and then to have him here underneath the same roof was only asking for problems.
He came back about ½ hour later and placed a cool cloth over my forehead. He helped me to lift my head, so that I could have some tomato soup. This was not the normal kind that you would find in a can. This was absolutely delicious with a bit of spice to sweat the infection out of my body. I had a fever and in my delirium, I reached out and grabbed him inappropriately.
He took my hand away from his crotch with my fingers moving with this need to complete that connection. “You don’t know what you’re doing and I’m not going to take advantage of you in your current condition. Try to refrain from throwing yourself at me the best way that you can.” He was wearing the same pants that he had on when I first met him and I wondered how many of those pairs that he might have in his closet. A guy is a little bit sparse with his collection of clothing, unless you’re counting ties and shirts of different motifs and styles. Pants and shoes would not be as plentiful, as the ones that were currently in a garbage bag behind my truck seat.
“I don’t even know why you are with her. She doesn’t deserve you and she will hurt you. I think that you should be forewarned that she gets bored quickly.” My hand once again rested on the bulge that was now pushing up against my hand. He pulled away and placed it back across my chest. He grazed my nipples through the shirt that I had undone. There was nothing preventing me from throwing back the covers and showing him the peaks of a 20 year old woman. I still couldn’t believe that I was a virgin and the way that my body was reacting had nothing to do with purity of the heart.
“Yes…well…I’m…going to take a shower. Get some sleep and I’ll be back later to check on you.” He was gone no more than 10 minutes. When I heard the shower, I felt compelled to see him in more than the visions in my head.
I was feeling a lot better and this flu must’ve been something that came and went at a moment’s notice. I found myself standing at the bathroom door with that very door open a crack. I could see the reflection of his chiseled body through the thin layer of a bathroom curtain. I had to believe that my mother had something to do with that and I actually had something to thank her for.
I couldn’t stop staring and he opened the curtain himself like he had an inkling that I might be there. The rest his body was covered and we had this moment of eye contact before I took a step backward and went back to my room.
Chapter five
I stayed there for a month and I did take him up on his offer to shadow the producer and creative writer at a radio station in town. I called my other job and told them that they would need to find somebody else. I was actually happy and hearing that the producer was about to retire put me at the front line courtesy of Angel’s influence.
I’d just had a very productive day and having somebody tell me that my work was appreciated had gone a long way to stroke by ego.
It had been an effort in futility to try to keep him away from me. We would have lunch every afternoon at a different restaurant of his choosing. The culinary delights that were offered whet my appetite and gave me the feeling that I might be a food snob.
I arrived back home to see that my mother was standing with her arm around a young man that could’ve been my younger brother. Angel was standing in front of the double doors leading into the house with his own arms crossed and showing his distaste by the way that he was tapping his foot incessantly.
“I’m telling you that I want a divorce. If you don’t want things to get ugly, I would suggest that you offer me a monthly stipend to stay out of your life. If not, then I will gladly take you to court for everything that I can get from you.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and yet it made me happy at the same time.
“I’ll give you $5000 a month and that will be the end of it. You will sign a contract that states that that is all you are entitled to. If you insist on threatening me, then you can be assured that I have the money and the lawyers to bury you in court. I don’t need that kind of publicity. Greed is a funny mistress and one that you should be very careful about listening to. Leave now before I forget my manners. I’ll have one of my lawyers drop off the forms. The one thing that I want you to take from this is that this isn’t charity. I am not knuckling under and I just want this over with, so that I never have to see you again.” The guy with her didn’t say a thing. He was the strong silent hunky blue eyed blonde surfer boy type.
“I think that you can do a lot better than that, Angel. I’m not going to push it.” I wouldn’t if I was her. I had no doubt that Angel would make going to court one of the worst mistakes of her life.
“I want to stay here with Angel. We’ve gotten to know each other and I consider him a friend. It’s more than I can say for you.” I was being a bit defensive, but it was only because I didn’t think that Angel deserved any of this drama.
“I am proud of you and my love for you will never change. I may not be mother of the year or ever will be for that matter, but I still hold a dear and special spot in my heart for you. You are my only child and that motherly bond will always be there in one form or another. I have no problem with you staying with Angel. I will at least know that you’re taken care of.” She actually hugged me with more of a compassionate care behind it than I had ever felt before.
Angel and I walked back into the house. “I don’t know how quite to tell you this, Penny. I guess the only way is to put it out there and see what happens. I may have fallen for the wrong woman, but I think that mistake led me to the right one. I will confess that I have never been able to get you out of my mind and maybe on some small level my affections towards your mother was a little lacking. I know that this is wrong and that I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m through torturing myself over something that is out of my control.” He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him with an exclamation of surprise coming from me. I liked his aggressive attitude.
I put my hands on his chest and moved my lips away from him. “I want you to take a moment. I won’t be some kind of rebound girl. If what you’re saying is that you want me in your life then you’re going to have to be more than just my friend. I haven’t been with anybody and I don’t want my first time to be some angry sex against my mother.” I’d never said anything like this before, but that didn’t stop him from holding me tightly and moving his hands down to the small of my back.
“I wanted you from the moment that I met you. I think that we needed to take a step back and to get to know each other before committing ourselves to a lifetime of memories. I am a little taken aback by your confession about being…well…you know what you are. I’m a little nervous and seeing that you don’t have anything to compare me to, I want your first time to be something more than just a frantic display of sexual aerobics.” He made me stay downstairs and I heard him doing something upstairs, but I stayed exactly where I was.
He came downstairs with his hand outstretched with a blindfold that he intended for me to wear. I was a little reluctant, but I finally relented and let him wrap it around my eyes, so that all my other senses were now playing catch up.
“I want you to fully immerse yourself into this experience.” He escorted me upstairs and I could smell the scent of cinnamon in the air. It was a pleasing sensation and was only enhanced by the way that his fingers began to take off my clothes. When my nipples were free of my bra, I could feel the breeze of the air conditioning caressing those peaks. I felt his hands on my panties and I was biting my bottom lip with anticipation for what was to come.
“I can’t believe that I’m doing this with the man of my dreams. Not only that, but the man my dreams is the guy that made me cum with my own fingers by the words that he was saying through the wall.” I felt the bristly ends of his strong mescaline jaw wedged between my thighs. His thumbs were prying me open for a more visual inspection of the bright pink interior of my snatch.
“You look so fucking sexy standing there completely naked while I’m still clothed.” I heard the rustle of fabric and then the jingle of his belt, as it came undone. I wanted to look so desperately that I was prepared to take that decision out of his hands. I found the resolve deep down to let him dictate the pace of how my virginity was going to be taken.
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I was only teasing and apparently he had taken that as an affront to his manhood. His fingernails gripped me tightly and my legs spread with his tongue now sliding around my clit and leaving a wet residue behind. “Well… I didn’t have any idea. I thought that I would wait for marriage. I wanted to be better than…my mother.” I lost my train of thought, as a very long and agile oral appendage sunk into the deep recesses of my vibrating hole.
I grabbed onto the short hairs on his head and dug my fingernails into his scalp. I was pushing him tighter against the opening between my thighs. The wet slurping sound was only punctuated by a playful slap to the inside of my thighs. I was grinding against his mouth, feeling that pressure buildup and knowing that he was the one that was going to touch on that switch.
“I wanted this for so long…so fucking long that it has been hard being under the same roof with you. I waited for the day that you would…tongue fuck me like…like…THISSSSSSSS.” I came in the rush of emotions that came over me. This was simply a detour to the pleasures that were waiting for me. “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck.” It became a litany of profanity with my legs trembling and making my legs buckle out from underneath me. I fell forward, breathless and lying over his shoulder, biting on his neck and feeling that fire that could not be contained.
I had to literally push him away with a glaze of my sauce clinging to his lips. The smile told me that he was happier than he had ever been before.
I had to sit down and the blindfold had come undone, leaving me with a ringside seat to the presence of his love muscle that was hidden behind a thin layer of cloth. I was too stunned to realize what to do. He did the honor by pulling down his shorts and then standing with no regard for his nudity.
He moved forward and the slippery portion of the head ran over my lips, until I opened my mouth and allowed him to slide with delicate care across my tongue. I felt empowered and then he was the one that was holding onto the back of my head, as his hips fleeted back and forth like a man that had never been given the kind of blow job that I could give at a moment’s notice. This was my time to shine and I had him close to fulfilling his part of this bargain.
I was more than happy to siphon his balls dry, but he had other ideas. He retrieved what was left of his willpower by pulling away and leaving me to thirst for the cream inside his balls.
I lay back and he mimicked the exact words that I had foretold of this moment in time. His hands wrapped around my thighs and he pulled me towards him with my legs spread and my pussy already well lubricated from the oral exploration of my flesh.
The head kissed the opening and then along with a combination of both of our juices, he began to insinuate himself into the driver’s seat. I thought that he would stop when he felt the thin membrane, but he continued to force his way in, until we were both looking at each other with surprise and wonder on our faces.
“I have to look at you and know that this is not a dream that I’m going to wake up from. You are everything that I have ever wanted or have ever needed in my life, Penny. You are a tight piece of ass with the soul of a poet.” It was an interesting backhanded compliment and I took it in the spirit in which it was given. “I don’t know if I want to ruin this moment. This is perfect in every way and the only thing that is missing is the orgasm to go along with it.” I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his length and thickness.
“I feel the same way, Angel, but I do want you to finally fuck me.” He pulled back slowly, until only the head remained and then he buried it one more time with my body arching my chest in the air and having my toes pointed towards the ceiling over his shoulders. “Oh fuck…that is exactly what I want and exactly what I need. So, fucking good and it makes me wonder why I have wasted my time on others. Your cock fits me like a glove and my wall surrounds you with the sweetest kind of treat that you’ll ever find yourself this deep inside.” The mask of pleasure on his face was now realized with several sharp jabs of his hips that had us working together in tandem to find that perfect pace.
“I’ve always considered myself to be…unlucky in love. I don’t feel that way…anymore. Your body is so responsive and that tiny little pussy is in need of the kind of attention that I can give it. Fuck… I want to make sure that this is something that you remember forever.” He had me by the ass and only my upper half was now lying on the bed. I threw my hair back and forth, whip lashing the sheets and gripping the soaking material with my fingernails and hoping that I wasn’t going to make any permanent damage.
“I’m there…I’m fucking there and it’s so much better than I even imagined… YESSSS.” His cock had stirred up the scalding presence of my orgasm. The searing heat that penetrated the skin of his shaft was more than enough to make him join me almost at the same time. His grunt of approval was followed by several jets of his white hot cream. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we continued to show each other this kind of warmth and comfort, until finally we laid back breathlessly looking at each other and knowing that this was only the beginning.
The next few orgasms were not exactly the same as the first, but that was a first that I was going to be able to call upon in the dead of night. Losing my cherry to Angel was better than any awkward moment that I would have with somebody of my own age.
“I hope that you don’t have any regrets about what we did here today.” He was lying on his side looking at me with one hand drawing circles around each of my nipples.
I was staring at the ceiling and then I really had only one thing to say to his query. “I do have one regret.” There was this pause that was followed by him waiting on bended knee at the side of the bed. “The one regret I have is that I didn’t find you sooner than this. I wasted so much time and effort trying to find the perfect man. I wasn’t even looking and you came to me like a gift from god. Of course I will marry you and I will gladly have your children.” He slipped the ring on my finger and seeing him naked on his knees made him look vulnerable. He was the sexiest man that I had ever seen in my life.
We were lucky enough to find each other when some go all of their lives never knowing the true meaning of love. I could only imagine what my mother would say, but her opinion didn’t amount to much of anything. I was happy and the only thing that I could hope for was that I could make him as happy as I was for the rest of his life.
A Gift for Daddy
CHAPTER 1
Brent Daniels loosened his tie as he walked into his office and set his briefcase down on the desk. The flights from New York was long, and he was happy to be home as he glanced at the bright Los Angela's sunshine out of the window. Sun meant one thing here, and Brent stepped towards the window to look over the expansive backyard. Brent was a very successful investor for a company he’d founded here in California, and he eyed his wealth in the four acres that were spread out in front of him. The focal point today was the bright blue pool, and he searched for Cammy in her chaise lounge with her headphones in her ears, as was usual on a nice afternoon.
Cammy was his stepdaughter, and while they’d lost her mother, Noreen when Cammy was just eighteen in a car accident, Brent had insisted that she stay in the seven thousand square foot home. He’d been married to Noreen for five years, having met her at a conference when he was thirty-two and falling instantly in love. It didn’t help that she was a dirty woman as well and very compliant to Brent’s need for domination.
He eyed her daughter as she stretched out on the soft cushioned chaise lounge in her tiny yellow bikini that merely covered what he wanted to see the most of so she could tan her soft olive skin. She wasn’t a small girl, but he’d used her full breasts as a fantasy for a few years now, and he narrowed his eyes as his cock grew hard in his pants. Her frame was thick but curvy, and he looked over her toned calves as he unzipped his slacks and dropped them to the floor.
Brent fisted himself and stroked hard as he thought about the sheets that were locked in his desk securely. He’d been lucky enough to find her journal on her bed when she’d rushed off to a class at UCLA and copied every page of it before she arrived home. Brent replaced it and acted like he’d never seen it but he was all too aware of her documented fantasies, and he knew that he was about to spray the wall with his cum as he grabbed a Kleenex from the desk. Brent shot into it and moaned her name as he leaned his hand on the wall for support and closed his eyes.
God, she looked like her mama, and he turned to toss the Kleenex into the trash. Cammy was more like Noreen than he’d ever thought with her dark erotic fantasies about him that she’d been writing down for the last two years. According to her words, she’d only had sex twice, but it wasn’t satisfying, and she admitted to wanting him but was far too shy to tell him.
A dip in the pool sounded like a good way of refresh himself after the flight and Brent went into the bedroom to change into some board shorts that would allow him room to harden as he spent time with her so that she might not notice unless Cammy looked close. She acted sweet and innocent, but he was hoping that those pretty topaz eyes would see and act on her desires that she’d written with what looked like a shaky hand. He walked down the long stairs to the first floor and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge before going outside.
Cammy moved as he walked over the deck and down the stairs to the pool and set the bottles down on a glass table. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” He called out as she sat up slightly and crossed her legs together with a nervous smile.
“Did you just get in?” Her voice was sweet, and it made him hard all over again as he imagined her crying out his name as he drove into her from behind. He could see her looking around for a towel, but they were closer to him on a chair, and he nodded as she crossed her arms over her barely covered nipples. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I got a flight first thing this morning. I wanted to be home.” Brent looked over at her as she slid big sunglasses over her face and tried to relax again. He knew that this part of their house was a big stage for a lot of her fantasies from the journal, and he felt her eyes devouring his muscular torso as she thought he didn’t notice. He walked over to the deep end and dove in perfectly as the cold water drenched his body and soaked his shorts as they tightened around his erection. Brent pictured that little suit as he swam to the surface and wiped his eyes with one hand before he looked at her. “Have you been in? It feels great.”
“No, not yet. I was just sunning myself after Tasha left.” Cammy called back, referring to the woman that kept the house today and prepared the meals in advance for them to eat. “I helped her today.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Brent gently reminded her as he was reminded that she missed having a mom. “You do enough going to school and studying.”
“I enjoy it. I won’t live here forever, so cooking is a great thing to learn.” Cammy replied as he rested his chin on the marble edge of the deep end of the huge pool.
“I don’t mind you staying here,” Brent said as he stroked himself over his suit and longed to jerk off again.
“I know that, but you’ll want the place to yourself sooner or later,” she responded as he gripped the edge of his cock under the water. Quite the contrary, he liked her being here and adding some warmth to the place, and he knew from her journal that she didn’t want to leave herself. She enjoyed watching him walk around the house, and Brent bit his lip as he looked over at her. Her nipples were hard under the sun, and he slipped his hand under the material and gave himself a few tugs before he pushed himself easily out of the pool.
“I brought you a beer,” Brent told her as he walked it over to her. Cammy took it and thanked him in a low voice as he let his eyes run over her body slowly. This is what she wanted based on what he’d read, and he watched as her legs parted slightly while she opened the bottle. “I’ll grill tonight. Did Tasha make those burgers for us?”
“I made them,” Cammy told him and the idea of her sweet little hands forming the meat made heat surge through him again. “There’s some fresh spinach and some potato salad in the fridge too.”
“Perfect,” Brent replied as he turned to drink some of his beer. All he had to do was nudge the material just a little, and he’d see her full nipple, and he fought the urge to do so as he took a long sip. “Are we alone tonight or do I need to cook extra?” Sometimes she had friends over, and he was relieved to see her shake her head.
“Lisa went to Vegas with her boyfriend and everyone else is on their vacations.” Her caramel colored hair was clipped on top of her head and fell in loose curls as she pretended to settle back in the chair while she stretched her long legs in front of her. Cammy was making no effort to cover herself now, and he smiled as he took the seat next to her with his body still dripping. The wet felt good on his heated skin and Brent stared forward as he took a deep breath. “How was the city?”
“Productive,” he responded as he looked her over from this angle. Her chest pushed up and gave her a lovely silhouette the rest of her body sunk into the chair as the sun beat down on her. Brent played back the words in his mind that he’d read, and he reached over to stroke her thigh as she jumped under his hand. “How was your week?” He wondered if she’d gotten herself off in the house alone as he circled a finger over her skin in a slow movement and Brent watched her swallow from under his sunglasses he’d finally put on.
“It was okay. I just relaxed…you know.” Her last word came out as a breath as he smiled and moved his fingers down her leg. “Nothing special.”
He was aware that Cammy knew that he was dominant though he wasn’t sure how. Perhaps she’d made her way into the lower room and seen his room where he fucked the women that he wanted. There weren’t a lot but sometimes he had to scratch the itch that she wasn’t taking care of. He knew from the women in his past that his cropped dark hair and bright green eyes were appealing and that many of them didn’t hesitate when he gave them his orders. “I’ll be home for quite some time now, I suspect. The East Coast office can handle most things on their own.” He felt Cammy scoot closer to him and he, in turn, slid his hand towards her inner thigh as he heard her suck in her breath.
“What are you doing, Brent?” Her voice was soft, and he looked directly at her.
“You look beautiful in that suit. I can’t help myself, Cam. Do you mind?” He knew that she didn’t want to be dominated immediately but rather teased, and he continued his slow torture closer to the edge of her bikini bottom as she looked over at him. Brent had slowly been increasing his flirtation with her since reading her darkest desires, and she drew her full lower lip into her mouth. “You’re a gorgeous woman, Cammy. When is the last time that you came?”
“Oh my God. Brent, I don’t know.” He could see her skin flush pink, and he suspected that it was relatively recently. “Why are you asking me that?”
“I want to be the one to make you cum right now. I want you to spread your legs and move that material over so I can access your pussy.” They had a very private backyard, and she whimpered as she stared at him. “You can’t be completely surprised by this, Cammy. I’ve expressed my interest in you for months now.” Ever since he’d found out what she wanted, Brent had turned up the heat, and he slipped his large hand under the suit as she jerked against him. “We’re two consenting adults. None of this is wrong, and I can make you feel good. Don’t you want this?” His hand traced her bare skin before his fingers slipped into her wet folds and found her hardened clit as she closed her eyes and arched her back. “Yeah, you want this. That pussy is soaked for me.”
A moan escaped her lips as he plunged a finger inside of her and continued to stroke her as she met him with her hips.
Fantasy number one well into play.
Cammy loosened the top at his request and her breasts spilled out with their dark pink nipples hard and ready for him as he fucked her harder and harder with his hand. Her pussy tightened around him as he leaned over her to take a nipple into his mouth and she panted as her release washed over his fingers and down into the seat. Brent kept stroking her clit as he sucked and bit her skin while she jerked underneath him. “Brent, that feels so good.” All of Cammy’s inhibitions were gone now as she lay in a mess in the chair and he stared at her. “I’m going to cum again.”
“I want you to wait this time. I want you to stop it until I tell you I’m ready for you to.” He knew how sensitive she was and Cammy’s beautiful face twisted in near pain as he moved his hands harder over her. He sensed her readiness to explode, but she tensed and seemed to try to hold it in as he kissed her stomach gently. “I am going to own this cunt, Cammy. I will control it.”
“Please, let me. I’m dying.” Cammy pleaded as he slipped three fingers inside of her. “I’ll do anything.”
Brent loved when they begged, and he let the ideas surge through his head. “That’s a dangerous offer, Cammy.”
“Anything, Brent. Fuck I need to let go. I’ve wanted this for so long,” Cammy revealed, and he reached over with his free hand to pinch one of her nipples as she jumped underneath him.
Brent imagined her with clamps over her nipples as he pinched harder. “Cum.” His voice was a whisper and she rocked against his fingers as she gushed into the chair and cried out his name. “That’s girl. When’s the last time?”
“Today, out here,” was her breathless answer and he smiled.
“By yourself?”
“I masturbated today thinking of you coming home,” Cammy confessed as she looked down at her body. “I’m a mess. I’ve never been like this before, Brent. I’ve never felt like this before.”
CHAPTER 2
Brent eased her into the cool water of the pool naked and watched as her eyes closed while she ducked her head underneath. Cammy came up with her mouth open and her eyes more alert as she stared at him. “What was that? You’re my stepfather.”
“One that you’ve been lusting over for quite some time, no?” Brent asked her as her eyes widened and her face flushed. “No blood relation here. Like I said before, just two consenting adults and you want me, Cammy.” His voice was even as he moved closer to her and she gasped.
“Mom,” she whimpered as he pressed her against the side with his body and bent his head to nibble on her earlobe.
“I miss her every day as you do, but I have watched you turn into this woman that deserves the best. She knew that I found you sexy as well. We talked about it when I fucked her.”
“What?” Cammy asked in shock as Brent slipped his hand between her legs again to press his fingers inside. “You..did?”
“Yes. She’d beg me to tell her when she was on her knees in front of me while I spanked her for thinking such naughty thoughts,” Brent assured her as she stared into his eyes. “You look so much like her, and I remember those nights well.” He continued to manipulate her clit as she watched his face and Cammy came when he told her to before she slipped her arms around his neck and slumped against him. “I’ll cook us dinner and make us some drinks. Rest over there, beautiful.”
Cammy made her way to her lounge chair and covered it with a towel before she fell into it and curled her legs under her body. Brent wrapped a towel around his waist and went into the chef’s kitchen to see what he had to work with as he grinned. He was getting his way so easily, and he grabbed the burgers and wrapped some corn on the cob in foil before going back outside. Cammy appeared to be asleep, and he warmed up the coals and watched her with curiosity on his face. Once they were hot, he set the food on the grill and looked around his yard. It was beautiful with a lot of grass and flowers in addition to the pool and barbecue area; it felt like his peace though his body was feeling tormented right now. Brent had everything, but the one thing that he wanted was behind him in that chair, and she wanted everything that he did. He knew that he’d have her eating out of his hand as he forced her to play out each and every one of her fantasies.
Brent had made his money early on investing the money that he did have in various things, but business was what he succeeded at. Once he’d gotten the knack of buying and selling broken companies once they were fixed, he’d slowly been able to have all of this around him by the time that he was thirty. He admitted that the house was a bit on the large side, but Brent had fallen in love with the yard more than anything else as well as the privacy.
He could have an orgy out here, and nobody would be bothered. In fact, Brent had before he met Noreen. Those were good memories but Brent preferred one-on-one now, and he knew just who he was going to be with as much as possible. He had flipped the burgers and the corn before they were done and he plated them and took everything inside before he came back outside and gently shook Cammy awake. She opened her eyes and then widened them as she looked down to see herself naked. “Dinner’s inside. Come in when you’re ready.” Brent termed and walked back to the house before he turned to see her wrapping a towel around her body and slowly standing up.
Brent had made some margaritas in the blender and fixed an easy spinach salad in a bowl by the time Cammy walked in and looked around. “I think I am going to put something on. I’ll be back.” Brent glanced up as she walked towards the stairs that led to her room on the second floor. She shared that part of the house with nobody else while his room was on the third floor and Brent smiled as he poured two drinks into large glasses and set them on the counter.
Cammy returned with her hair braided and a thin green cotton dress on that ended at her lower thighs. Brent knew that she’d thought about what to put on upstairs, and he liked the tight dress that showed off all of her assets. They loaded up their plates and walked back outside to the large table with their drinks as she looked at him with hooded eyes. “You want me too?”
“I noticed you growing up all along, Cammy. What man wouldn’t?” He asked her as her topaz eyes flared and she took a long swallow of her margarita as he warned her to be careful. “We’re here alone, and I don’t want to wait anymore.” He took a bite of his burger and leaned back as he chewed it and watched her lean against the table as she caught her breath. “Seeing you by the pool like that made it impossible not to come out here and touch you. That bikini is incredibly sexy, and I have longed to see you cum for so long now.”
“I’ve never felt like that,” she whispered as he gave her a reassuring smile.
“It doesn’t end there,” Brent told her as she played with her salad for a moment before taking a bite. “There’s so much I want to show you.”
“I’ve seen the room. There was a call for you, and I was looking for you and the door was unlocked. I forgot all about the phone once I realized what it was. You have women down there, Brent? You tie them up, and you spank them and…more?” She narrowed her eyes. “My mom liked that?”
“Your mom was a sub long before she met me. She just didn’t tell you about that part of her life. It was the reason that your father left, from what she said. He was a sub too, and they didn’t work for long.” Brent told her in a matter-of-fact voice as he looked at her. Her father never contacted Cammy after he left and he saw her sadness on her face. “That had nothing to do with you, and I’m sorry that he never came back. That was very wrong on his part, but you have me now.”
“You’ve been here for me for so long. I feel like this is wrong in part,” she told him as he still saw her desire in her eyes. It was flaring, and her eyes were bright as Brent felt himself harden again.
“Nothing is wrong with it. You want to learn, and I will be the one to teach you.” Brent was sure about himself, and she stared at him before she nodded slowly. She was under his spell, and he ate his dinner slowly, knowing that he’d need the fuel. They cleaned up together, and he watched as she leaned over to place a dish into the washer and her strap slid down her shoulder. Cammy stilled as he reached up to push it back over her skin before he reached down to cup her full breast in his hand. She let out a whimper, and he cupped the bare nipple in his hand as he stroked it. “These fucking tits of yours drive me crazy, Cam. I’ve jerked off to you by the pool more times than I could count in my office imagining what they looked like. These nipples are so hard and ready for me.” He pinched, and she jerked forward as her legs gave out on her.
Brent carried her to the couch and placed her on her back as he moved over her body. He eased the dress off, and she was naked before him as he dropped it to the floor. Brent looked his stepdaughter over before he leaned over her and dragged a nipple through his teeth in a slow movement. His hand fondled the other one, pinching and tugging as he paid close attention to her reaction. “I’ve made women cum just from this alone. Do you think that you could?”
The way she arched her back and moaned answered his question, and Brent started the slow torture on her with his hands and mouth. He knew just when to be gentle and suck her between his lips as well as when to bite her and make her cry out his name. It was several minutes later that he watched her moan and rock forward in a jerky moment and knew that she’d cum. Her pink folds were wet with it, and he looked down as he continued to soothe her reddened nipples as she stared down at him.
The words about wanting his mouth on her after she came thinking of him played in Brent’s mind as he kissed her nipples one last time before he parted her legs with his hands. Brent slipped his fingers over her to find her soaked for him before he leaned down to taste the slick skin of her thighs. Cammy gripped his head as he smiled and dragged his tongue along her skin to feel her tremble.
His tongue slid over her folds as she cried out and arched her back. Cammy was sweet, and Brent fought to control himself as he kept his movements slow and controlled. He wanted to eat at her like an animal, but he spread her open with his hands before he tongued her swollen clit. She reacted in so many ways, and Brent made her swell more with strokes of his tongue before he drew her into his mouth and sucked gently. “Oh fuck, Brent. I’ve never had this so good.” He knew. Brent sucked her in a few times, slow and hard before he let his tongue work her some more to the point where he was aware that she wanted to come. She’d given in too quickly to submission, and he felt her holding back as he glanced up into her face to see it twisted into a painful expression.
CHAPTER 3
Cammy came at the sound of his whispered command, and he drove his tongue inside of her to taste all of it. She was gripping him hard, and he felt her nails against his skin as he felt her wrap around his tongue in short bursts as he continued to feed his mouth. “Beautiful,” Brent commented as he pulled away slightly and reached for her hand. “I love your pussy, Cammy. I know you want to cum again, and I want to watch you.” He placed her fingers over her weak core and loosened his shorts. “Show me how you touch yourself, Cammy. Show me how your fingers work to make you cum.” He released his hard cock as she started moving her fingers over her clit and stared helplessly at him as he started to stroke himself. He wanted to fuck her more than he wanted anything, but Brent wanted her to beg for him. He was all too familiar with this haze of lust she was under from previous experience, and he knew that it would be soon. She whimpered as she manipulated her clit with eager fingers as her eyes locked on his hand. Cammy licked her lips as he smiled and stroked harder. “I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours, Cammy. I want to shoot this down your hungry throat and watch you swallow me, just like I swallowed you.” He knew that his lips were still covered with her juices, and he licked slowly as she dropped her head back.
She drove two fingers inside of herself as she spread her legs, and he watched what he had read about as she tried to find her release. Brent knew how much she did this, and it was gorgeous to watch as she knew that he was looking at and doing the same. She came with a cry, and her body trembled as Brent felt himself twitch. He leaned forward and shot his cum all over her chest and stomach as she opened her eyes and watched him. “Next time, this will be inside of your mouth.”
He went to get a warm washcloth to clean her up, and she lay quietly as she watched him. Brent could see that her plea was on the tip of her tongue, but Cammy looked so tired, and he smiled at her as he finished up. Brent got her a blanket and covered her before he wiped his cock down and buttoned his shorts. “Let’s watch a movie. You need some rest.” He knew that Tasha had the following day off so they would be alone, and he found something in one of the cable channels. It was something she’d enjoy with just a hint of heat and Brent watched as her eyes brightened at the sex scenes and memorized the low breath that she released. He could see her maturing in her face from the little that he’d done to her, and Brent stroked her face as she stared at the series that was very popular on HBO. “Lust comes in many forms, Cammy. This here is nothing compared to some of them.”
They watched together before her eyes dropped close and she fell into a deep sleep. Brent had watched her sleep before he got up to set the alarms for the night and finish the show as he imagined everything he wanted to do to Cammy. He was so entranced by her that he had left his phone in his office and not taken any calls or emails about business or pleasure before he fell asleep pressed against her warm body.
Cammy woke up first the next morning, eager to start her day. She felt incredible, and she let her eyes pass over Brent next to her on the huge couch as she shook her head. She was involved with him, this gorgeous mature man and someone that had cared for her more than anyone else apart from her mother.
Mom.
Mom was gone, and they both missed her. Cammy couldn’t say without a doubt that her mom would encourage this, but even she’d known what a good man Brent was during their time together. She’d been happy, and her daughter cared for, and now that was just advancing.
Cammy thought back to the long looks from Brent the past few months and the delayed touches. It had fueled her fantasies, but she told herself that he was just kind. She’d heard Brent with a few women since he’d been alone and he was obviously not lacking in female attention. Why her?
She felt the blanket against her naked skin and stretched slightly as Brent murmured something next to her. Her eyes focused on his firm jaw and full mouth as she slipped a hand underneath the blanket and found her heated core. Cammy had never been like this with anybody before him, and she stroked her sensitive skin like a sex starved person that she didn’t recognize. Cammy bit her lip to stay silent as she searched for the needed orgasm and just as she found it and jerked against her hand, she felt someone watching her. Brent was watching her intently as she let out a breath and met his eyes. “Without me?” His hand joined hers, and he held it as she felt the aftershocks of her explosive release. “I love your eyes after you cum. They soften, and you just seem too relaxed. Content.”
He offered to cook some breakfast and stood up after he’d sucked the juices off her fingers. Brent made some coffee and fixed a meal of eggs, bacon, waffles and some fresh sausage as Cammy dressed and went to shower in her bathroom. She didn’t know who she was anymore and the fantasies that she’d written down mixed with the reality as she rinsed her hair and soaped up her body. Everything was sensitive; her nipples hardened at just the brush of her hands and Cammy swore that her thighs would have a permanent ache between them.
She pulled on a cotton skirt and a soft t-shirt to go back downstairs, not bothering with a bra or underwear because she hoped her clothes would be removed before too much time had passed. The food smelled amazing, and she took the coffee that Brent offered her with a small smile, and they sat outside to eat for a little fresh air. He excused himself to go upstairs, and she offered to clean up while he took a shower of his own.
Cammy did the dishes in the kitchen in between sips of coffee as she thought about everything all over again. The pool fantasy had been so much like what she’d imagined in her head. Brent would touch her almost innocently before he was inside of her and make her feel so good and they would end up fucking somewhere out there or in the house, possessed by uncontrolled lust. That hadn’t happened, but the feeling of his hands on her still filled her memory as she slipped the last glass into the dishwasher with a moan.
Cammy was hopeless. She glanced around the clean kitchen before she sighed and headed upstairs to where she heard the shower running. Cammy pushed open the cracked door and stared at Brent inside of the glass shower as he soaped up his body with his eyes closed. Brent was perfect with hard planes of muscle and toned skin, and she took him in with hungry eyes.
Cammy had tried shower sex once in a dorm room. It was uncomfortable and painful as she and the guy tried to maneuver inside of a tiny shower and after that, she’d hoped never to repeat it. Today, though, there was so much room in there with him, and she watched as his eyes met her hungry gaze. Cammy was pulling off her clothes before she was even aware of it and stepping inside with him as hot water hit her from every angle. “You’re so eager and willing, Cammy.”
“I can’t stay away from you,” she told him as she felt her clean hair dripping down her skin while she took in his body. Her hand reached down and gripped his hard cock as he stared into her eyes and told her not to stop with one look. She stroked slow and tight before switching to light and fast as Cammy tried to read his gaze and she gasped as he put his hands in her hair and pushed her to her knees. He was inside of her, nudging her throat with himself as she wrapped her hands around his body to his ass and pulled him further inside of her.
Brent spread her open and made her choke on her spit a few times as he eased into a good speed and started to fuck her face with earnest. Cammy took it all as she felt him tugging on her hair with jerky pulls and closed her eyes just to taste this man before her. The pain combined with a hot throbbing between her legs as Brent moaned her name and told her to eat his cock. He came as he slowed his thrusts and she felt thick spits of his cum inside of her throat as she worked hard to swallow it all down. She fell back against the tile as shame and adrenaline filled her body, feeling the water pour down her face along with a bit of Brent as she looked up at him. He looked tired and frustrated as he reached down and offered Cammy his hand. “That felt so fucking good. If only you knew…” She reached out and took his hand, allowing him to pull her up as he gripped her body tightly. He held her for a few moments as she took in the feeling of his damp skin pressed against hers, slippery and hot. “Rinse yourself off, Cammy.” He reached out for a sponge and Cammy inhaled the scent of citrus and woods that she connected with him before he started to wash her gently.
They finished the shower and wrapped up in thick towels before Cammy wandered downstairs to her bedroom. She dressed in another cotton dress, this time soft pink, and tried to read from her Kindle for a while in the warm sun that was streaming through her windows. Cammy felt like she needed a break from this situation that she was in, something that she’d never dreamed would happen to her. It was crazy, in both good and bad ways alike, but she knew that she couldn’t give it up. Not yet.
CHAPTER 4
Cammy woke up later when the sun was a bit lower in the sky, and she looked around with wide eyes. “What time is it?” She didn’t know what difference it made, but she looked at her alarm clock to see that she’d been asleep for just over two hours. Cammy stretched and reached for her phone before she saw the bouquet of pink tulips on her nightstand. She saw a small card and opened it with curiosity, reading it with flushed cheeks.
I’ll never forget you on your knees for me. We have so much more to experience together. Yours, B
The bouquet was enormous, easily two dozen and she stared at them for a moment. She could remember back to a time when she’d first met him, and he’d asked what her favorite flower was. She’d told him tulips and that while any color was pretty, she loved the pink ones. Brent remembered that.
Cammy reached for her phone and checked to see a text from her friend Chloe and she clicked on it to read it. There was an invitation to have drinks, and Cammy agreed to meet her at a place nearby so they could catch up. She looked in the mirror and managed to make something out of her mess of hair that had dried when she was asleep, twisting it and wrapping it in a thick black tie before she looked in her closet.
Cammy wanted to stay home with Brent. She wanted to eat with him, swim with him, and learn more about him, but that wasn’t healthy. She needed to break this connection, this unhealthy addiction that she was building to her stepfather. Did he feel that way or was she just another notch on his bedpost, even with their past?
Cammy would never forget the downstairs room. The bed was massive with a four poster frame in dark metal that he could easily tie any woman to. There were cabinets around that she imagined had some of his tools inside, but Cammy had been in such shock by the room in general that she didn’t snoop any further. It made sense that he had a bed in his bedroom and that he had sex there, but the basement? Cammy had always imagined that to be some sort of man cave. She longed to be tethered to that bed and used in any way that Brent wanted her. Cammy wanted total domination, and she flushed as she blinked and forced herself back to reality. What was wrong with her?
She decided on a pretty green dress from her closet with a light cardigan. Cammy put on a little bit of makeup and dressed slowly, reluctantly walking down her steps as she listened for Brent in the house. He was watching a game on the television in the living room and glanced up as she stepped off of the stairs. “Going out?” His voice was casual, and she nodded as he looked her over.
“I’m meeting Chloe for drinks,” Cammy explained as he solely nodded. “You didn’t plan on cooking tonight? I didn’t think to ask.”
“I can run into the office for a bit. Want me to drop you off so you won’t have to worry about driving?” Brent asked her, and Cammy thought about his offer. She wasn’t a big drinker by nature but right now her head was a mess. “I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready.”
“I guess, yeah. You don’t mind?” Cammy asked, and he gave her a long look.
“I don’t mind doing anything you need,” he responded as she shivered. They left a few moments later in his newest car, some fancy sports car that was as smooth as silk when he started the engine. Cammy sat back in the leather seats and watched as they began the turns through the neighborhood before they reached the city. “Just you and Chloe?”
Cammy looked at him. “Yes, you know I’m not into meeting guys at a bar. Right? It’s not my thing.” She didn’t add that no man that she could meet would ever stack up to Brent but the look she had on her face when he stared at her probably conveyed her thoughts just fine, given the slow smile that crossed his stunning face as he looked back towards the road. Brent pulled up to the cute little restaurant and parked at the curb as he looked at her.
“You’re mine, Cammy. No other man is to touch you tonight or at all while we’re involved.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Does the same apply to you?”
“Undoubtedly,” Brent assured her as she nodded and licked her glossed lips. Cammy slipped out of the car and turned to look at him. “Text when you’re ready to come home. I’m close by.” She nodded and left the car to walk through the glass doors, looking for Chloe even as she was aware that he was pulling away. Her friend was sitting in a small booth and waved with a smile on her pretty face.
“Hey, Cam. It’s been a while. How’s your summer going?” The bubbly strawberry Blondie asked as Cammy joined her at the table.
“It’s been nice not going to class, but I think I’ve been pretty lazy.”
“Who dropped you off?” Cammy looked over to see a clear view of the front door and the curb from where they were sitting. “That car was gorgeous!”
“That was Brent, my step dad. He was coming into work, and that means I can drink more since I don’t have to drive,” Cammy replied as Chloe smiled.
“That hot step dad…goodness, that man. You’re so lucky that he kept you there, even though my mind goes right to some naughty porn plot with how gorgeous he is,” Chloe winked as she teased Cammy and Cammy silently agreed with her. Everything about this situation was like a taboo porn movie.
“I wasn’t a small kid when Mom died, so I guess he figured I wouldn’t be much trouble. I am very grateful to him for letting me stay there and helping me out. It’s been a lifesaver,” Cammy told her as Chloe nodded. The waitress came over, and the girls ordered a large order of nachos with a few happy hour margaritas to start their night off. Cammy enjoyed the sweet, refreshing drink as she chatted with Chloe about school, friends, and guys.
“You look happy. Are you seeing someone?” Chloe asked as Cammy came close to spitting out the sip that she’d just taken. She managed to regain control of herself and shook her head slowly.
“That went down the wrong pipe.” Cammy sipped her water slowly. “No. Nobody. How about you?”
“Just Daniel sometimes. It’s a mess, but I can’t stay away from him,” Chloe went on to tell Cammy about her on again, off again boyfriend before she glances across the room and laughs. “We are getting looked at. Very cute guys!”
“What?” Cammy asked as she turned her head to see some very southern California guys looking their way as they smiled at her. Normally, this might be her thing, but Cammy knew that her heart belonged with Brent, as wrong as it was. “I don’t know, Chloe. I can see them look at you but me?”
“Guys like all shapes and sizes, Cam. You’re gorgeous.” Chloe told her as she watched the guys stand and walk over towards them. The brunette introjected himself as Nathan, and the Blondie was Jackson, and they scooted into the small table and ordered another round of drinks. Cammy talked and laughed with them as she sipped her drink, but she kept playing back her conversation with Brent as she watched Chloe and Nathan get closer and closer with each passing moment. They were close to kissing when she felt Jackson nudge her and clear his throat.
“I think we’ve lost them. Would you like to get out of here?” His lips were close to hers, and Cammy blinked as she hated herself for only thinking of Brent. She was pretty certain that Jackson had a job as a successful lawyer and was perfect in most girl’s heads, but he did nothing for her.
“I actually work early tomorrow. I’m sorry,” Cammy hated the lie even as she said it and Jackson’s face fell into a disappointed expression. He’d been flirting heavily, and Cammy didn’t realize that she’d been acting that responsive. Cammy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and she sat on the toilet as she slipped her phone out of her pocket. Had it been three hours since they arrived? No wonder she felt so tipsy, yet still not at all attracted to Jackson. She managed to send Brent a text that she was ready and leaned back to wait for a response as she stared at the canary yellow paint on the wall.
I am leaving right now. Take your panties off, Cammy. I want you bare when you get into my car.
Holy holy…Cammy read the responder a few times before she let it sink in. Bare…Brent wanted her naked. She finished her business in the bathroom and slipped her lace underwear off before rolling them into a ball and shoving them into her purse.
Every breeze seemed to blow up her skirt and over her bare folds as she made her way out of the restaurant with barely a look towards her table. Cammy pushed the door open and looked up and down the street as she stepped outside. The cool air traced her naked skin and Cammy heated up as she saw the silver car ease up to the curb. Brent was inside with an angry look on his face, and she stumbled towards the door with a soft cry. “Are you drunk?” Brent asked as he rushed out of the car and leaned over her where she’d tripped to the cement.
“I had a few margaritas, but I’m fine.” She tried to gather her dress around her as Brent lifted her and moved her towards the car as one of the men opened her door.
“Thank you,” Brent told him as he secured her inside with a dark look before going to his side of the car. He had revved the engine before he pulled out into traffic and she let her breath out. “How much did you have to drink?”
A few, I don’t know. I didn’t have to drive, and the guys kept buying them,” Cammy replied as he stopped at a light and turned to look at her.
“What guys?”
“Chloe invited them to sit down. I didn’t want them there.” They merged onto a freeway, and she felt Brent’s hand on her leg.
“Did you obey me?” His voice was quiet as she nodded.
“Yes, sir.” His hand slipped over her thigh and under her skirt as he touched her wet pussy with his fingers. “Oh fuck.”
“Bare and soaked. How long have you been like this?” Brent asked as he drove in the dark while his finger entered her.
“Since…I…messaged you,” Cammy replied as she spread her legs and dropped back into her seat.
“Did you get wet from me or did one of these guys make you this way?” Brent asked as she panted and felt him slide deeper.
“Only you. It will only ever be you,” Cammy told him as she felt him add another finger and start to manipulate her clit with his palm. “I want you, Brent. I want to fuck you so bad.” The alcohol was making her lose whatever inhibitions that she’d had, and all of the truths spilled out. They stopped at a light, and he continued to spread her open with his hand as he told her all of the things that he wanted to do to her as Cammy lost herself in a sloppy orgasm that dampened his hand and her dress. She curled up on the seat as he finished the drive to the house and felt herself sobering up with the realization of what she’d just done.
Brent pulled up into the garage and closed the door behind him. “Come inside,” he told her as Cammy blinked and followed him into the kitchen. “I am going to get some wine. I want you naked and on my bed waiting for me upstairs.”
“You do?” She asked as he nodded at her. Cammy gripped her purse, and she walked to the stairs on shaking legs before she walked up to the third floor. She’d wanted to be in control with this, but everything had come out in the car with her ridiculous pleas. Brent didn’t want a kid to tell him all of the awkward stuff that she wanted from him. He wanted a woman that did what she was told but wasn’t she that woman as she pushed open his bedroom door? Reality and fantasy blurred together as she moved to the bed and slid her clothes off. Everything felt too tight, and she dropped the dress and sweater to the floor before she remembered the underwear in her purse.
Cammy got them out and dropped them onto her pillow as she tried to remember a time when her mom was still here. The memories faded with every year, and now the room smelled like Brent as she dropped onto the pillows and took a deep breath. It was all Brent, and Cammy looked around to see a bachelor’s bedroom, complete with a huge television and king sized bed with warm brown paint on the walls.
The door opened again, and she looked as Brent walked in with a couple of glasses and set them on the table by the bed. “I want you to masturbate for me, Cammy.” She gulped and stared at him as he sipped from one of the glasses. She’d always wanted to do that for someone, not just anybody. She wanted to do it for Brent, and here he was asking her to. “Touch that dirty cunt for me. Make it spit for me again.” Her fingers slid between her legs as he took a seat at the end of the bed and watched carefully. This was a welcome sensation to her, but the idea of him watching her made it that much hotter as she stroked and touched herself before sliding some fingers inside. “How many times have you done that with me in mind?”
“So many.” Cammy keened as one of her most secret dreams came true and she came with him watching her. Cammy couldn’t stop touching herself, and she rubbed her clit fiercely as he watched to cum again. “Oh my God. I am so horny right now. I don’t want to stop cumming for you.” Cammy jerked as another explosion dampened her fingers and she gripped the sheet with her hand.
Brent dropped between her legs and held her hand in his as he dipped his tongue over her to lick her. “Honey. You taste like fucking honey.” He licked her again before drawing her clit into his mouth. “I want to lick you until you’re wet and begging for me to take your tight cunt. My cock is ready for you, Cammy.”
“Give it to me. Give me your cock. I need you to fuck me hard.” He shoved her legs apart and licked her thoroughly as he found every fold and taste of her juices. Brent spread his fingers over her nipples and spread her taste onto one before he started fucking her with his hand again and sucked it off with his teeth.
“Are you ready for me?” Brent asked, and she reached for him as she tugged at his shirt. Brent stood and dropped his clothes to the floor before he reached into the drawer of the nightstand. “I am getting you on something, we don’t need these. I need to feel you bare.”
“Are you safe?” Cammy asked as she watched him cover himself and look over her body.
“I always fuck without a condom, if I fuck at all. Sometimes I spank them and watch them come before I shoot all over their backs. It’s not always about sex but with you…I can’t wait any longer,” Brent told her before he moved to the bed and drew her feet to his shoulders. Cammy watched as he positioned himself before her, knowing that this was her first time at anything but awkward attempts at sex. “Are you a virgin, Cammy?”
“Not technically but I’ve never felt anything during sex before.” He slid forward and carved her open with his massive cock as she cried out.
“And now?” Cammy screamed that she felt everything as he buried himself inside of her and stilled so she could adjust. Brent pulled back and drove into her again, sometimes slowly and sometimes hard and fast. She knew that she was close, but Cammy tried to hold it until he gave his command and she watched as he smiled down at her. “That’s a good girl. You’re a natural, Cam.” Another deep thrust. “I am going to cum baby. I want you with me.” She was screaming his name when he pushed into her again and gripped her hip with one hand while he leaned on the other.
“Shit, you feel so good. So tight,” Brent moaned her name as he jerked into her one more time before he collapsed on the mattress. “You’re everything that I thought you would be, Cammy.”
CHAPTER 5
Brent offered her some wine after they’d relaxed for a while and asked if she was hungry. “I know that you ate, at least I hope you did.”
“I think we had some appetizers,” Cammy replied as she felt too heavy to move. Her body ached everywhere, but it was a pain that she never wanted to forget. It was a pain that she didn’t want to give up, and Cammy blinked as he kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll order some of the Thai that you like. They’re open late.” Brent reached over the bed to grab his phone and dial a number before he placed an order easily and hung up. He dropped beside her on the mattress and turned on the television as he too in her useless form. “Are you okay?”
Cammy moved to sit up and drink more wine before she forced herself to answer. “I’ve never felt like that. I’ve never cum like that or anything like that.” She looked up at him as he pushed her hair back with his hand. “What’s happening to me?” Her voice started to rise as he stroked her breast and nipple with one hand.
“I am teaching you how to give someone control. I am teaching you about the best sex that you could ever have,” Brent assured her as she stared at him with sad eyes, “I am giving you life, Cammy.”
She downed the wine, needing the intoxication to distract her from the overwhelming thoughts that she was having. Cammy knew that she was sinking to a dangerous level, but she talked herself out of being afraid as they ate on his bed with forks and more wine as they discussed the upcoming Stanley Cup Finals. Brent was always a sports fan, and Cammy had a close friend in school that was originally from Canada and had gotten into hockey back then. She argued her point with the reigning West Coast team versus the east coast team as he laughed and shook his head.
Moments like this made him seem more like her stepfather that took her in and loved her, and the guilt started to set in. She dropped against the pillows and Brent took notice. “Are you okay?” He asked as she nodded and stared at him.
“I just remembered growing up with you after you met Mom. I always felt so welcomed by you.”
“You still are, just differently. We grew into something different.” Brent looked at her. “Did that feel good to you?”
“God, yes.”
“It only gets better,” Brent promised her as Cammy shuddered and curled her feet up to her chest. They watched some of the scores quietly before he took the leftovers downstairs and she settled back. This was a comfortable room, and she knew that she could sleep in here, sleep in his arms.
“Shit,” Cammy said as she sat up when he walked back into the room wearing his shorts that he’d slid on to go back and forth through the house. She blushed as she realized that he was there.
“What’s wrong?” Brent asked as she looked down at the floor.
“I just thought that Tasha works tomorrow. I should go to my room.”
“Tasha works at nine. She also works in the rest of the house and has been instructed not to bother us in our rooms.” Brent stared at her as her mouth fluttered open and closed.
“She can’t find out that we’re doing this.” Her eyes were wide, and he closed the door and dropped his shorts easily.
“Doing what?” Brent asked as he pressed her back onto the bed and kissed her stomach. “What are we doing?”
There were so many things that she could say, but Cammy only allowed one word to cross her lips. “Fucking. She can’t find out that we’re fucking.”
“She won’t.” Brent moved his lips over her neck as she gripped his body and pulled him closer. He took her on her knees this time, hard and deep as she cried out his name.
They slept after that and Cammy woke up at eight to sneak back into her room as she dragged the imaginary tail between her legs. She crawled into her bed in her light and airy room as she looked around. She didn’t want this anymore, and Cammy closed her eyes as she tugged the sheet up over her naked body. She wanted to think that this was just sex and control for him, but this would end badly when it finally came to a close. They couldn’t repair what had happened between them, and Cammy started to cry softly in bed before she drifted off to sleep for another couple of hours.
Cammy got up and showered before she dressed in some shorts and a tank top to go downstairs. She looked into the mirror for a long time as she braided her hair over her shoulder, taking in every detail. There were no marks on her skin, nothing showing what she was doing with him. There was nothing in her face or her eyes that she could see, but Cammy knew that she was different.
Her core ached as she walked, but it was a pain that she no longer knew how to live without. There was a pain in her heart that she knew would only grow stronger. “Hi. Tasha.” Cammy smiled at their assistant as she went into the kitchen and poured some coffee. “How was your weekend?”
“Great. We went to Santa Barbara to see Gene’s parents for the day.” Tasha scrubbed something in the floor before she looked up at Cammy. “Yours?”
“Relaxing. I went to have drinks with Chloe. That was fun.” Cammy smiled as she looked around the house. As large as it was, it sometimes felt like it was closing in on her.
“How fun. How is she?” Having worked for them for a while, Tasha knew most of her friends, and they all loved her.
“Good. Summer and all.” Tasha told her that Brent had gone into the office, and Cammy nodded as she pretended to look at something out of the window.
“He was on the way out of the door when I arrived. That seems late for him.” Tasha noted.
It was. “Is it? I don’t really pay attention to when he leaves.” Lies. She had before and she would now. “I just like sleeping in.” She preferred early classes when she was in school so she’d have time to study and get some rest for the following day. God but she was a boring person. She helped Tasha make some French toast for breakfast and drank some orange juice as they talked at the small table that looked over the backyard. Tasha was in a great mood, and she talked about the brunch they’d enjoyed as Cammy tried so hard to listen to her but she found herself tuning her out.
She dressed in a traditional pink one piece and jumped into the pool to try and bring herself to life. This area only reminded her of the first time with Brent and Cammy swam laps to try and work out everything that was brewing inside of her. She felt so hot and cold as she kept playing her new relationship over in her mind and went over the wrongs and the rights surrounding it.
Cammy dragged herself wrapped in a towel to one of the chaise lounges and curled up in the shade from a tree to take a nap. She was so tired and needed just to stop thinking for a moment.
She woke up later and rolled over to look over the yard. Cammy looked up to the window on the third floor and wondered if he was there as she spread her thighs apart slightly. How many times had he jerked off watching her? Cammy blushed as she thought about the bikini that she’d worn before when she wanted some sun, but there was a part of her that hoped he’d see her. He had and now look where they were. The afternoon dragged on, and Cammy sat up to go back inside as she thought about actually doing something for herself this summer. She should get a job just to get out of the house.
Brent was in the kitchen talking to Tasha as she walked inside and her breath caught in her throat. “Hi.”
“Hello, Cammy. Tasha was just telling me that there are some fresh salmon fillets in the drudge for dinner. Sound good?” His voice was casual as he kept his back to her and Cammy struggled not to stare at his ass. She knew all too well what it felt like to grab onto it, and her face heated up as she walked to the fridge to stick her head in it. She grabbed some water to make it seem like she should be there and felt him looking at her. “So, is the salmon fine?”
“Of course. I like salmon.” She smiled as she opened the water and took a drink.
He grilled after Tasha left and they ate outside as he looked Cammy over in her suit. She hadn’t changed for dinner because she liked the way that he looked at her now and then when it seemed like Tasha wasn’t paying them any attention. They cleaned up together, and Brent took her hand and led her to the door of the cellar as he gave her a long look. “Let’s try something new.”
He told her to undress and wait for him on the bed. She sensed his domination as she slipped the suit off and sat on the edge in a demure position and rested her hands on her legs as she stared at the dark hardwood floor. Brent walked towards her, and she didn’t look up as his muscular frame loomed before her. “You want me to dominate you. You want me to control your body, don’t you?”
Cammy nodded. She had no idea what that entailed, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
“Call me sir when you speak to me,” Brent told her in a soft but firm tone, and she nodded again. “We need a word that tells me to stop when you don’t like something.”
“Can’t we use that word? Stop?” Cammy asked as she looked into his eyes. She couldn’t imagine asking him to stop anything as they stared at each other. “I could say ‘Stop sir’ and you’ll know.” He cleared his throat as he loosened his pants.
“You could.” He swallowed as she looked at him. “I want you on your knees tonight on the bed. She moved to face the wall and lift her ass into the air as she watched him pull something from the sides of the bed. Brent tied her hands, giving her a little room but not enough to leave the bed. He stroked the skin of her ass gently as she moved towards him as best she could. “I am going to make this skin red tonight. I want to see how you take the pain.”
Cammy heard him leave her before one of the drawers opened and closed. “We’re going to do soft and hard.” He rubbed something over her back and ass as she sucked in her breath as he slipped a finger inside of her pussy. “I think you want this, Cammy.” She was soaked. He slid it deeper as he smacked the material against her ass and made it sting just enough to make her gasp. It reminded her of a towel against her body when she was younger and was hit as a kid by a friend. “Yeah, baby. You’re getting wetter for me.”
He hit her one, two and three more times as she jerked forward and buried her face in the soft red sheets of the silk comforter. It was a hint of pain, but she knew that there was more to come. The cloth was replaced by what she suspected was leather that dotted her ass as he smacked her a few times. “I love your red skin.” Brent slipped two fingers inside of her as she closed her eyes and rocked against him. She was so close to coming when he took his hand out and smacked her again. Cammy knew that she was red and possibly even wet before he held her by the hips and thrust inside of her. Brent took her hard and fast, and she pushed back against him even as her skin hurt and ached with the friction. “God, you’re so fucking ready for me, Cam. You’re so wet.” She came by the thirst thrust, exploding against him as she cried out with it and felt him take her in shorter movements before he was calling her name.
Brent pulled out and spread her legs as he fingered her to another orgasm. “I could watch this all day.”
He moved to release her hands and Cammy dropped onto the mattress on her back. Brent walked into the attached bathroom and walked towards her still hard as he leaned her head back over the edge of the mattress. Brent angled his body so his cock slid easily into her mouth and she closed her eyes as she took it all. He fucked her slow and deep as she let him slide back into her throat and swallowed when he came hard. Brent rocked back and fell on his ass as he looked at her and shook his head. “You’re something. You’ll take anything that I give you.”
“So far,” Cammy agreed as she wiped her mouth and flipped onto her side.
CHAPTER 6
They went back up to his room after they finished, though she knew that there was more. Brent placed her on the mattress and fucked her on her back as he held her hands above her head. “I like you confined like this. I like seeing you take my hits.” He thrust again.
“It feels good….. I….I want more.” Cammy told him as she wrapped her legs around him.
“I see how hungry you are,” Brent said as he shot inside of her again while she bit her lip and held in her scream. They collapsed onto the mattress, and he held her close as she took a deep breath. “How many times have you slept with other men?”
“Only three. They were all awkward and…fumbling. They never left me satisfied, only wanting for more.” Cammy shook her head. “I started to think that maybe I was too big for most guys.”
“You’re curvy. That’s a good thing.”
“Is it?” Brent nodded and kissed her neck as his hand moved to cup her breast. She fell asleep like that and woke up in the morning curled up against him as Cammy blinked and looked around the room. She saw that it was past eight, and she made her way to her room to crawl into bed and sleep some more.
The days passed by slowly until Brent came home from work one night with pizza. “I have a proposition for you.”
She poured some soda for herself and got a beer for him. “What’s that?”
“My assistant at the office is going on maternity leave next week, and I was wondering if you’d like to fill in until school starts. We could ride in together and leave together, and you’ll earn what she was making. It’s generous,” Brent suggested, and she looked at him as she brought plates to the small table. They were sleeping together every night, and she tilted her head.
“Work and home?” Cammy questioned, and he nodded.
“Yes. I can think of some things to do in the office,” Brent teased her as she flushed. They hadn’t advanced much from spanking, and she was craving more. “Consider it a bonus.”
“So what time is work?”
“We’ll leave at seven,” Brent told her as she took a bite of the pizza and nodded. They went to his room and watched a movie before he set the alarm for the next morning. Brent took her that night but it was softer this time, and he held her closer as they went to sleep. She woke up later than planned and rushed to her room for a quick shower before she pulled her hair into a low bun. Cammy pulled on a black pencil skirt and a purple silk shirt with some heels as she added a quick coat of mascara and gloss before hurrying downstairs. She was going in to be trained today so it wouldn’t be just her and Brent and Cammy wanted to come off as professional as possible.
They sipped their coffee in travel cups as he drove and she looked over the morning sky. Cammy loved mornings. She glanced at Brent in is a suit and licked her lips as she blushed. “You look like that guy from that book. Christian, I think?”
“Did you read that book? Is that why you’re with me?” Brent asked her as he pulled to s smooth stop.
“I wanted you since before I knew anything about that.” She stared forward as she lied just a little. She had been attracted to Brent but after knowing his lifestyle, she’d wanted him more. Cammy had craved it.
The office was bustling as she kept up with him and met a pregnant Christina. Her left hand boasted a huge diamond ring and Cammy did her best to take note of everything she was taught. Brent’s assistant kept track of everything for him and handled appointments as well as doing some of the office tasks. “So you’re the wife’s daughter?” Christina asked as she sipped a decaf green tea at the desk as they took a short break.
That summed it up. “Yeah, I am.”
“It’s perfect for you to help. Mr. Daniels speaks highly of you,” Christina noted as Cammy cracked open a soda. “He says you’re doing well at UCLA.”
“Yeah, I am. That’s nice,” Cammy said as she knew that was all that he’d say about her. They couldn’t be more.
They ended the day by picking up some Mexican food on the way home and ate outside. “You did well today. Want to train anymore with Christina or take the week off?” Brent asked as he looked at her in the lights that came on around the yard.
“I think I’ve got it. Do you?” Cammy asked as she looked at him. She knew that Lisa was back and would appreciate a pool day, but she didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Yes. I like the idea of you being there, though.” Brent assured her as she smiled and sipped her soda. “Do you have plans?”
“I was thinking of having Lisa over. She’s been gone,” Cammy told him as he nodded.
“Take the week off. Enjoy yourself.” Brent took his plate inside, and she followed with her own as they washed up. Cammy led the way to the door tonight, and he followed her downstairs as she smiled. “What are we doing down here?”
“What do you want to do?” Cammy asked as she turned to face him.
“I want you naked except for the heels. I want you on that bed riding my face.” They stripped off their clothes, and he moved onto his back as she crawled over him.
Cammy realized that he’d never kissed her. Brent rolled over and moved to the nightstand as he pulled something out. “Come here.” She knelt before him, and he clamped something to her nipple as she looked down. “Like it?”