I followed Carter, knowing I should probably just go back to my apartment, but unable to stop myself. The thought of the night before, his cock between my lips, kept coming back to me. I wanted more. Needed more, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I got it.

He took me down a flight of steps and into the indoor pool area. “I’ve seen the pool,” I said.

“Just wait.” He kept walking, through the back door and into the locker room area. We went past benches and lockers and into another room I’d never noticed before. He opened a door and we stepped inside.

It took my breath away. It was a circular room, maybe an octagon, with a large circular stone pedestal in the middle at maybe waist-height. The pedestal had a complicated gold inlay design that looked like a circular flower blooming to the edges. The room was all white marble and tile, with breathtaking patterns building up along the walls in navy blue and black. There were shower heads all along the sides of the room in eight distinct little stalls, though there were no doors anywhere. The room was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, and I had no clue that it was here.

“What is this?” I asked him.

“It’s a Turkish bath,” he said. “Well, a more modern version of it at least. There are usually tubs or basins instead of showers along the walls.”

“Wow.” I stepped inside, releasing his hand.

“Normally, you’d undress and lay down on this.” He patted the pedestal in the middle. It was large enough for two or three adults to lay down on it together. “Then the attendant would use a bunch of soap and water to clean you off and massage you.”

I shook my head, smiling. I walked over to a shower stall and marveled at the details in the tiling. “Are you going to clean me off then?”

He came up from behind me and put his hands on my hips. “Undress and find out.”

I laughed, stepping away, my heart hammering in my chest. “Do you come down here often?”

“No,” he admitted. “It’s mostly just for guests that use the pool. But it is really a gorgeous room.”

“It is,” I agreed, and then turned on a shower. The water came out warm and steamy, and I let it run down into a drain in the floor.

I turned toward him and slowly pulled down my tights. He leaned back against the pedestal, watching, as I undressed. My heart beat faster as I pulled off my sports bra and stepped under the water, letting it rinse over me.

I turned my back on him, letting the water wash off the sweat from my workout. I heard him undressing behind me, and I couldn’t help but feel excitement pooling between my legs. I was soaking wet by the time I felt him step up behind me, his hard cock pressed against my body.

“Is this why you wanted me down here?” I asked him, smiling.

“Yes,” he said. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to keep your clothes on.”

“You know me so well.”

“I just know what you want.”

“What’s that?”

“Me.” He tipped my head back and kissed me, his arms wrapping around my body.

I reached my hands back and kissed him in return, my heart pounding in my ears. His hands slowly slid down my slick skin and pressed between my legs, finding my soaked pussy.

He stroked me softly, rubbing my clit, and I couldn’t help but moan into his kiss. He turned me and pushed me back against the wall, the tiles cold against my back. He laughed at my expression and turned the water on warmer, letting the steam fill the room as he kissed my neck, his fingers between my legs.

“I knew you’d be dripping wet, too,” he said. “The second you saw me back there I bet you were thinking about sucking my cock last night.”

“No,” I lied.

“You liked almost getting caught, didn’t you? It excites you when you come anywhere near me, because you know how fucking wrong it is.”

“That’s not it,” I said.

“What is it then? What makes you so wet?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s because I’m your stepfather, and you’re not supposed to have me.” He pressed his fingers inside of me suddenly and I gasped, moaning, clutching at his shoulders. “That and I’m very good with my hands.”

He began to work my body faster, one hand on my breasts, teasing my nipples, while he slid his fingers in and out of me with the other. I spread my legs wider, warmth filling my body from the heat of the steam and from his touch.

He kissed my neck then my collarbone, moving down to my breasts. He teased one nipple with his tongue and teeth before dropping down to his knees.

I gasped as he spread my legs wider then pushed his tongue against my pussy. He began to lick my clit, sucking and teasing with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

“Go ahead and be as loud as you want,” he said, smirking. “Nobody can hear you down here.”

I gripped his hair and really let go as he continue to lick and suck me, tongue rolling inside of me and back up, working on my clit. He was incredible, eating my spot the way I needed it, his hands on my ass. I pulled his hair and he grunted, tongue moving faster. He grinned up at me and slapped my ass.

“Turn around, you dirty fucking girl,” he said.

“What?” I gasped, breathless, but he was already turning me. He spread my legs, my hands on the wall, and he dropped to his knees again. He began to eat my pussy from behind, tongue pressing inside of me, licking every inch of my body. It was so dirty, so filthy, and it drove me absolutely wild. I could hear my moans echoing off the tiled walls, filling the space, and that only made me that much more excited.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. Pleasure was rocking through my body, but desire was quickly overtaking that pleasure. I needed to feel him inside of me, needed to feel his body fucking mine. It’d been too long, too much teasing, too much flirting. I couldn’t stand it anymore and wouldn’t wait another second.

“Carter,” I moaned, looking over my shoulder. “Carter, please.”

He pulled back, his fingers teasing my wet spot as he smirked at me. “Please, what?”

“Please fuck me.”

He stood, stroking his long, thick cock. He got close to me and wrapped his other hand in my hair, pulling my head back. I felt him pressing against me, still stroking himself.

“Call me daddy,” he said. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“Carter.” It was too dirty. I couldn’t say it. “Please. I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it,” he commanded. He slapped my ass, hard, and I gasped. “Call me daddy.”

“Asshole,” I moaned as he slapped my ass again. I couldn’t believe how much I liked that he was taking charge like this, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and commanding him to call me daddy.

He pressed his fingers deep inside of me again, making me moan, before pulling them out and slapping my ass. “Say it,” he commanded.

“Daddy,” I gasped. “Fuck me.”

“You’re a dirty fucking girl,” he whispered in my ear, and then he pressed himself deep inside of me.

I gasped, surprised and amazed as he filled me. I was so dripping wet that he slid deep between my legs with one rough thrust. Pain jolted up through me, quickly followed by intense pleasure as he slowly pulled back and slid up deep again, his lips next to my ear.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight. You know that.”

“I’ve been thinking about this,” I moaned, not able to help myself.

“When I fuck you in your daydreams, what do you want more of?”

“This,” I moaned. “Just like this. I want you to take me.”

He slapped my ass and began to fuck me harder, deeper. I was used to his size and soon the pain was replaced with pure pleasure as he slid in and out, deeper and harder, slamming into me.

I loved the feeling of him taking me, of him fucking me. I didn’t want Carter to make love to me. I wanted him to slam his thick cock deep between my legs, to fuck me rough and deep and make me his. I wanted to be a quivering mess of need, spent and exhausted by the time he’s done with me.

And that was what he was giving me. His thick cock pounded into me as he pulled my hair back, mixing pleasure with pain. I’d never been dominated like that before, but I had to admit that I liked it. I was surprised that the slight pain of him pulling my hair only made the pleasure that much more intense. The contrasts worked, made it better, more powerful. His thick cock slid in and out of me with ease as he whispered into my ear, telling me how bad I was, how dirty I was.

With every new thrust, I knew how wrong it is. This man was technically my stepfather, and now he was fucking me in his mansion. It should have been bad, but instead it was incredible, even better than I could have imagined. He was strong, intense, and sensual as he wrapped his hand around my hips and began to rub my clit as he slid deep inside of me. I worked my hips, rolling him inside of me.

“I can’t get enough of this perfect fucking pussy,” he said. “I want to take every inch of you.”

“Every inch?”

“Every fucking inch.” He pulled out suddenly and dragged me to the pedestal. He grabbed a towel, spread it down on the top, then threw me onto it. I was surprised when he laid me on my back with my head hanging over the edge, but I quickly understood what he wanted when he opened my mouth.

“There you go,” he said as he pressed his cock down my throat. “This way’s easier.”

He fucked my mouth like that, teasing my breasts. I couldn’t believe how easily he slid down my throat from this angle. He leaned over me, spreading my legs, and began to rub my clit with his fingers as he pressed his cock in and out of my lips, fucking my mouth.

Pleasure and need overtook me. I pulled back, sliding his cock from my mouth, taking a deep breath. He climbed up onto the pedestal and I pushed him over, onto his back, and then straddled his hips. I slowly slid down his length, back arched, gasping.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Ride that fucking cock, girl. Slide up and down my thick shaft until you scream my fucking name.”

I did as I was told. I put my hands on his chest and slammed myself up and down, taking his thick cock deep inside of me. He slapped my ass hard and harder again, slamming my hips down. I rode his length, hair cascading down all around me. He grabbed me and pulled me forward, kissing my mouth and slamming his hips upward, pounding himself into me.

I pushed him back down and went back to work, hands on his chest again, moving faster and faster, twisting my hips in circles. I could feel the orgasm building, blooming deep inside of me. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back, the towel under me once again, and then pulled me to the edge of the pedestal.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” he whispered as he spread my legs, standing in front of me. It was the perfect height as he pressed himself deep inside of me. I groaned, grabbing the edge and holding on as he fucked me.

“I want to make you come on this big dick, you hear me? I want you to come nice and hard, and when you’re done, I want you to swallow every drop of my cum.”

“Yes,” I moaned, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, rubbing my clit as he fucked me.

He continued slamming me, pounding me, roughly fucking my pussy, making me his. I knew I couldn’t hold off anymore as the orgasm came over me, spreading through me.

“That’s right, come,” he said, not holding back. He fucked me like an animal, our bodies sweating. “Come on my thick cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

My whole body tensed as pure pleasure burst through me, building and cresting, washing over my entire spine. It was incredible, and for a second I thought I might black out from the pleasure. It was overwhelming and I could do nothing but take him and say his name, over and over.

Finally, it passed, and I was left panting there, staring up at him. He pulled himself out of me, stroking his thick cock.

“On your knees now,” he commanded.

I listened, getting down in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck him fast, hands on his thighs, head moving and lips tight.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m going to come in that pretty mouth.”

When he came, I swallowed every drop. I didn’t slow down or stop, just worked him until he was finished and then licked him clean. He groaned, hands in my hair.

Finally, he dragged me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me.

“Shit,” he said. “That was . . . “

“Yeah,” I agree, smiling, at a loss for words too.

We didn’t need to say anything after that. We just got into the shower and washed off together, taking our time, enjoying each other’s bodies in a way that I never thought I would.