Chapter 7
It had been a year since Kate had gone on a date. Not, she kept telling herself, that Ty coming over was a date. In truth it felt more like she’d hired an escort to show up at her door, screw her, then leave. At least she assumed that was what was going to go down. Ty’s messages had been sparse, nothing but the barest bones of details.
I’ll be at your apartment at 7 pm tomorrow. Be on your couch watching TV. Wear something girly, something you don’t care about ruining. I read your limits, that’s not a problem, none of those things interest me.
Kate had breathed a sigh of relief of that. She’d hated every second of typing ‘blood play, needle play, scat, urine, weapons of any kind, fisting of any form, vomit and breath play’ but it had been worth it to know he didn’t want to put his hand in her butt and wee on her.
Pick a safe word and send it to me. You say that word, the show stops. You don’t say it, I’m gonna take every little plea out on your ass.
Kate had sent him a safe word—“roses”—and proceeded to spend the next forty-eight hours alternating between hot flushes and cold sweats, barely able to eat and constantly checking the time. After work she’d cleaned her aunt’s apartment, mopping the hardwood floors and wiping down every surface until it shone. This was followed by a freak out because the place looked and smelled like a hospital so she tried to mess it up a bit by burning candles and leaving used tea cups everywhere.
At 6 pm she showered, rubbed on cocoa butter, and put on her chosen outfit. It had taken her most of the night before to find something cute that didn’t mind dying for the cause but she thought her final choice, a velvet leotard in dark plum and a pink skirt, was a good one. The colours brought out the golden tones in her skin and the material was worn enough that she didn’t care if Ty tore them off her.
Ty had no opinions on hair or makeup, so she pulled her hair into a high ponytail, dabbed pressed powder on her cheeks, and painted her toenails rose-pink, waving her hair dryer over her feet so it would dry quicker. After a consideration of the temperature, and the crookedness of her pinkie toes, she threw on black knee high socks and Mary Janes. She re-did her ponytail into a loose plait which she slung over her shoulder. Usually, this kind of pedantic frippery would have taken her an hour, but she was so wound up she still had twenty minutes until Ty arrived.
She put on Patti Smith. She turned off Patti Smith and put on Beyoncé. She turned off Beyoncé and tried to listen to an audiobook on successful living. She turned the audiobook off. She forced herself to eat half a peanut butter sandwich then brushed her teeth again.
As she re-examined herself in the bathroom mirror, Kate thought she looked like a dorkus extraordinaire. She fiddled with her plait and tried not to think about how Dutchy once described Ty’s ex-fiancée as ‘Scarlett Johansson with better tits.’
She couldn’t compete with that. The only celebrity she’d ever been compared to was Kate Middleton and no offence to the Duchess of Cambridge, but if men were offered a choice between her and Black Widow, everyone knew what the answer was going to be. She applied mascara and added a touch of gold eye shadow to her lids, and dark powder to her brows. She covered her waterline in white eyeliner and was just contemplating her hair curler when she forced herself to step away from the mirror. No amount of bathroom trickery was going to make her face look like Scarlett Johansson’s face. She needed to stop before she went full Bette Midler in Hocus Pocus. Her phone beeped, telling her there were ten minutes until he arrived.
Her palms sweating freely, Kate unlocked her front door. For Ty’s proposed role play to work, he needed to be able to let himself into her apartment. It wasn’t a risky move. There was a security desk on the ground floor, and you needed a code to use the elevator. Still, knowing the door was unlocked made Kate feel unexpectedly vulnerable. She texted Maria to let her know Ty hadn’t cancelled, and their sex date was going ahead.
Maria texted back right away. Good luck, munchkin. Remember to use your safe word if you need to and take a bath afterward and call me. Enjoy this experience for what it is! xx
“What is this experience?” Kate asked herself.
Unable to answer that question, she sat down on the couch and turned on her aunt’s TV. Ty wanted to interrupt her while she was watching something, but as she flipped through shows, she was confronted with the one decision she hadn’t analysed to death: what to watch. She didn’t want anything that would distract her or ruin the mood, but as she scrolled Netflix all she could find were sexy Viking shows and period dramas. Nothing that fit the bill. Panicking slightly, she turned over to regular TV and on one of the secondary channels found a reality show about young Brits living together. Kate remembered versions of this show from when she was a teenager; it had no plot aside from the sexy cast members getting drunk and talking crap about each other. It was perfect.
She lay on the couch with her feet dangling over the arm the way she had when she was a kid, and watched the cast prepare for “the most epic night out of all time, motherfuckers!” She felt a bit sad. When she’d been stuck at home with no friends and no partying prospects, this show had made her feel both better and worse. Tonight she let it take her back, let it make her feel small and helpless and young.
I’m home alone, she told herself. I’m home alone and he’ll be here soon .
Ty hadn’t given her a much of a role play backstory—in fact he’d barely given her an abstract, but Kate had fleshed out her character in the manic hours that passed since Ty said he was coming over. She was Katie, an only child living with her mother in the heart of Melbourne. Her parents were divorced, and she attended a hoity-toity grammar school. Last year, her mother had left her to go to Morocco with her friends and returned with a tan, a suitcase full of designer clothes, and a brand-new husband.
Katie didn’t like him. He drank too much and was so big it felt like he was in every room of their apartment at once. She didn’t think he was that handsome, but all her mother’s friends raved about him. He was—Kate decided after some consideration—a lawyer, a big shot lawyer with a rakish smile and fancy suits. She’d seen him in a towel once and been shocked by the hard lines of his body, the hair that covered his chest. Thinking about it made her feel odd, all tingly and heavy in her belly. Sometimes she felt like he knew that. He had a habit of smirking at her when they were alone, staring as though he could see all her secret thoughts. Katie wished he would leave. Just go away and leave her and her mother alone, but he never did.
As she rehashed her backstory, goosebumps broke out on Kate’s skin. Ty had set the stage for this fantasy but it had everything she liked: corruption, violation and of course, a man she could call daddy. There was only one thing she wanted that Ty hadn’t specified; aftercare. The thought of being held by him was almost as erotic to her as the thought of sex, but it was very hard to type that out in purple letters on a Kinkworld correspondence. She’d decided to play the situation by ear. Maybe a post-sex Ty would cuddle her of his own accord? Who didn’t like cuddles?
Kate crossed her legs, trying to dull the throbbing sensation between them. It felt like she had an extremely warm butterfly in her pants. Ever since she’d walked into Ty’s office, excitement had made a hormonal teenager of her. She was changing her underwear three times a day and still feared strangers and dogs would smell her increased arousal and know what a skank she was.
“Mary, I swear to fookin Christ I’m gonna fookin hurl!”
Kate refocused on the TV to find one of the girls puking violently onto a street corner. She wrinkled her nose. Maybe this show wasn’t the best backdrop for her first encounter with Ty, but the thought of finding another one this late in the game filled her with panic. She needed time to smooth the fabrication-life over reality like laminate paper, to do it so perfectly you couldn’t see the bubbles.
Her phone beeped again, informing her it was seven in the evening and Ty would soon arrive. She exhaled, trying to control her panic. She wasn’t afraid, but she felt emotionally naked, exposed to the bones of who and what she was. She pressed a finger between her teeth and bit down, willing the pain to keep her from passing out.
Minutes passed like hours as she watched the TV without seeing a thing. A few times she thought she heard footsteps, but it was only the beating of her frantic heart. She tried to calm herself with breathing exercises but when she well and truly heard someone striding toward her front door she yelped like an anxious Chihuahua. She had just enough time to arrange her features into some version of normalcy before her front door swung open and Tyler Henderson was inside Aunt Rhonda’s apartment. She guessed he was wearing motorcycle boots. What else could make his tread so ominously heavy? There was the sound of a bag hitting the floor and a loud masculine groan, as though Ty was stretching his back.
“Katie?” he called out in his molten stone voice, and she shivered, wetness welling inside her folds. Hearing him speak inside these familiar walls was more exciting than she’d thought possible. If he left this would still be the most sexual she’d ever felt with another person.
“Erm, hi,” she said, her voice hoarse from hours of silence.
Her pulse spiked as he strode toward her, his footsteps like hammer strikes. He was behind her, Kate could feel his eyes on her body, examining, inspecting. She chewed her knuckle, trying to keep her eyes on the TV where two of the British girls were pole-dancing in a bar.
“There you are.” His voice was a low rumble, cultured and amused. “Have you had a good day?”
“It was okay,” she said around her finger.
Ty made an impatient noise and, to her complete shock, strode off. She listened as his footsteps headed toward the kitchen, as though he’d been inside her aunt’s apartment a million times. She heard the fridge door swing open and then the distinct twist-hiss of a beer bottle. Ty must have brought his own. She didn’t have anything in her fridge but apple juice and milk.
“Where’s your mother?” Ty called out.
Another shudder rippled through her. “She’s working late.”
That didn’t seem like enough, so she added, “She said I can get Thai for dinner.”
“Did she now?” There was a sound of a zipper being undone and material being hefted onto Aunt Rhonda’s marble bench—Ty’s motorcycle jacket, Kate was sure. “Did she say when she’d be back?” he asked.
Kate pictured her fake mother, so different from her real one with her long carefully maintained hair and high, botoxed forehead. “Not until late. She’s having dinner with someone from work.”
“Right.” A shadow fell over her as he leaned across the back of the couch. “You didn’t answer my question before. How was school?”
Kate’s belly drew tight. It felt as though she were at the zoo and a tiger had paced toward the unbreakable glass. You were safe, but you couldn’t tell that to the part of your brain that was screaming Tiger! Tiger! It’s gonna eat me!
“Are you going to answer me?” Ty asked.
“I’m fine,” Kate managed to squeak around her knuckle. “How are you?”
Ty chuckled, his shadow juddering across her body. “You’re still scared of me, aren’t you, Katie?”
Kate forced her finger out from between her teeth. “Why would I be scared of you? You’re just some guy my mum married.”
He laughed again, raising his shadow arm to take a drink from his shadow beer. “That’s all I am, huh?”
“Yes.” Her knuckle had returned to her mouth as though pulled by magnetic force.
“Katie.” Ty’s voice was soft. “I thought your mother talked to you about putting your fingers in your mouth when you talk. It gives people the wrong idea.”
Blushing, she immediately removed it. “S-Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” Ty’s voice was edged with a severity that made Kate think she’d been right to pretend he was a lawyer. “Just try to understand what it does to men to see a pretty girl sucking on her fingers.”
Fear and revulsion washed through her, even as more warm wetness soaked into the panel of her leotard. She half raised her hand to her mouth then lowered it again. Ty chuckled. “Good girl. Now, are you going to turn around and say hello?”
Kate inhaled, then rolled over to look at him. Oh my gosh.
She’d chosen a lawyer, but perhaps a biker would have been more appropriate. There was nothing refined about Ty’s beauty tonight. His hard jaw was unshaven, his eyes lit with malicious need. It sharpened his handsome features, making them blunt and menacing. His black t-shirt displayed every muscle in his powerful chest. This man wasn’t the handsome protector she’d unwittingly cast him as—he was a beast capable of bad deeds and brute force. Adrenaline spiked through her body, and though she’d wanted to say “hello,” she found she couldn’t say anything at all.
Ty smirked at her, revealing a pointy incisor. “I asked you a question before. Are you scared of me?”
He leaned closer and Kate wriggled back into the couch. Funny how just a few inches was the difference between respectful distance and an invasion of space. “No. I’m not scared of you.”
It sounded like a lie.
“Good.” Ty leaned down over her and kissed her on her cheek. The skin where his lips touched her burned. She could smell expensive cologne mingled with leather and sweat. Her whole body prickled with the delicious violation of it; a tender kiss from a man who was much, much too close.
“There,” Ty said. “That wasn’t so bad was it?”
Kate shook her head, resisting the urge to rub her now tingling cheek.
“Glad to hear it.” Ty’s gaze scraped over her chest. Kate wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were spiking up beneath the velvet. Her hands fluttered uncertainly again, wanting to cover her breasts or her mouth.
Ty’s incisor flashed at her. “You know Katie, part of the reason your mum married me was because she wanted you to have a male role model. I was hoping you’d start thinking of me as your dad.”
“You’re not my dad,” she whispered. Her voice was trembling. It was from excitement, not fear, but the effect was good. “You’re my stepdad.”
Ty leaned closer, his presence heavy as a tonne of bricks. “I’m more than that. You need men in your life, Katie. That’s what I’m here for.”
“I have men in my life. I hang out with boys at school.”
“The key word there is boys. You don’t know the first thing about men. What they like, what they want.”
He was so close she could smell the hops on his breath, malty and pleasant. “That doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does. Do you want to get married? Have a husband of your own?”
Kate’s first instinct was to tell Ty ‘no,’ but she was pretty sure that was blocking. She’d done improv classes in secondary school; when someone threw up an idea, you were supposed to go along with it, not shut them down. “I guess so. When I’m older.”
“Well then, you need to know what men like.”
He walked around the couch, his large frame blocking her view of the TV. “Move up. Let me sit next to you.”
She swung her feet onto the floor and sat up. Ty settled in beside her. His skin was very warm. Instinctively, Kate pulled her fuzzy peach-coloured blanket from the back of the couch and moved to wrap it around herself.
“Not so fast.” Ty seized a corner and tugged it away from her. Their eyes met, and Kate was struck by how different he looked. Normally his expression was neutral, perhaps a little remote but not unkind. He was grinning now, but it only served to make him look downright mean. His gaze as it fell from her eyes to her lips to her breasts was cold, and Kate knew he was calculating how long it would take to get her out of her leotard.
You’re a whiny little brat, his eyes said, but I want to know what your cunt tastes like and I plan on finding out.
Kate’s belly tensed. She felt fear, but it wasn’t true fear, it was like the lemon tartness that made a dessert even more delicious by contrast. “Wh-what?”
Ty’s gaze fell lower, from her nipples to her lap. He smirked as though he could already taste the wet place between her legs. “Just looking at you.”
Kate’s cheeks grew hot. She looked around for a way to change the subject and her gaze fell on the beer bottle in his hand. “Mum doesn’t like it when you drink during the week.”
He laughed and held his bottle, dark green with a label she didn’t recognise. “What your mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Do you want some?”
“I-I shouldn’t. Thank you, though.”
“You’ve never had a drink before, have you?”
“Yes,” Kate protested, as vehemently as though he really thought this was true.
Ty’s smile was a slow, sticky promise of corruption. “Glad to hear it. Now take this.”
He handed her the almost-full beer and got to his feet. “That’s yours. I’ll get another one.”
When he sat down again he had a fresh bottle dangling from his long fingers. He tapped it against hers. “Drink up, Katie, you could stand to relax.”
His faded denim eyes told her something else. Drink up because if you do, we’ll have a secret and if we have one secret, we can have more.
It was surreal how different his energy was tonight. This wasn’t a man you respected and looked up to, this was a man you’d never leave alone with your girlfriend, who’d put his hand on your lower back during a group photo and then slide it down to your ass as the lens flared. It turned her on. It was shameful how much it turned her on, but there was genuine trepidation there, too. This man was a stranger, and such a compelling one she couldn’t help but wonder if he was the real deal, if the detached ex-firefighter Ty Henderson was the sheep’s clothing and this man, the wolf inside. Her fantasies were twisted, sure, but she heaped all the pain and humiliation on herself. What kind of man wanted to pretend to hurt women, what kind of man—
Enough, Kate told her panicking brain. Ty pretending to be this guy is no weirder than me pretending to be this girl. I’m not a freaking teenager, I’m twenty-five, and I’m not being groomed by my sexually depraved stepdad. This is Tyler Henderson, a guy I work with. My real dad lives in Cape Otway and is probably eating a dinner of boiled potatoes and sausages right now. I want to have sex with him as much as I want an anvil soaked in the Ebola virus dropped on my head. This is a fantasy, our fantasy. It looks like he’s in charge, but I gave limits and a safe word. I agreed to this. More than agreed to it, I helped build it because it turns me on.
The realisation that she and Ty were two equals striving for the same goal was so wonderful Kate was galvanised into action. She took a sip of Ty’s beer, shuddering at the bitter taste. “Urgh.”
He chuckled. “You don’t like it?”
“Not really.”
“Just keep going. You’ll get used to it.” Ty laid his arm along the back of the couch, not quite around her, but close. He seemed to be growing larger by the second, as though he were feeding on her nerves. “So, you said you’re friends with boys. You dating any of ‘em?”
Kate took another sip of beer. Despite the taste, she was glad of it. Drinking gave her something to do with her hands. “Mum doesn’t think I should date until I finish school.”
“Seeing as your mother doesn’t think you should drink until you’ve finished school, I’m surprised you care.”
Kate felt her lip tremble and Ty laughed. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to sell you out. Like I said, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
Kate smiled into her beer bottle. “Thanks.”
“So, no boyfriends?”
She shook her head shyly.
“Why not? Don’t you want to have sex?”
And that was the moment, the very instant the line was crossed. Ty’s handsome stepfather had been inappropriate, but now their boat was slipping into deeper more devious waters. Kate turned away from him, letting her hair cover her face. “I, um, don’t want to talk about that.”
“Why not? Don’t tell me you’re having sex with guys who aren’t your boyfriend?”
“No!” Kate said, at once. “I don’t do stuff like that!”
Ty pressed his Kevlar-covered thigh against hers. “Are you sure? I know what boys are like and you wouldn’t be the first pretty thing to get talked out of her underwear once she’d had a few drinks.”
“I haven’t done anything with anyone. I promise.”
“Have you ever wanted to?” Ty’s voice was soft as velvet in her ear.
“Um, I’m not sure…”
He laughed. “That means you have. You want to be careful about that. Some boys can tell when a girl wants to mess around. One of them might make it their mission to give you what you want.”
“But I don’t know what I want,” she whispered.
Ty leaned closer, his eyes crackling with that electric blue fire. “Then he’ll have to decide for you. Most good girls like that, it helps them feel like they’re not doing anything wrong.”
His gaze fell to her mouth and Kate’s lips tingled in anticipation.
Kiss me, she thought. Please kiss me.
But Ty didn’t lean in and kiss her. Instead, he turned to look at the TV. “What the fuck is this show?”
Katie stared at her TV and was horrified to see that four of the housemates were making out in groups of two. One of the guys had his hand down a curvy redhead’s top.
“Oh god,” the girl said in her clanging accent. “Ohh god, Danny that feels so nice. You’re gonna get me off if you keep doing that.”
Kate didn’t have to feign embarrassment, her insides felt like they were curling into knots. Ty might not be her stepdad, but he was her boss, and this felt like they were watching porn together. She fumbled for the remote but Ty gripped her wrist, his fingers rough and slightly damp from his beer. “Leave it.”
“Okay.” Kate tried to tug her hand away but Ty held on for a second, as though to show her that he could. Then he let go, settling into the couch beside her once more.
For several long minutes they watched the show, which seemed trashier and sillier than Kate could ever remember it being. One girl made out with another for a vodka shot, a couple of the housemates had sex in the sauna. She was so mortified and aroused, she drank her entire beer just for something to do. Ty, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. He was certainly smirking like he was. “You ever go to parties like that?” he asked as one of the male housemates steered a couple of Formula One grid girls into his bedroom.
Kate shook her head.
“Shame. I thought you kids were all about running wild. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
She glanced sideways at him. “Aren’t you missing that too, now you’re married?”
Ty shrugged. “Not always.”
“What does that mean? Does that mean you sleep with other girls?”
“It means I’m a man and I do what I want to do because I want to do it.”
Kate stared at him, her scoundrel of a fake stepfather. Her pussy was hurting, actually hurting with want. Why did she like that he was playing such an immoral jerk? Why did the idea of him betraying her fake mother feel so good? Ty took the empty beer bottle out of her hands and placed it on the coffee table. “You’re not going to tell on me are you?” he asked.
“I should,” she whispered. “If you’re sleeping with other girls, that’s wrong.”
Ty’s rakish smile grew wider. “I know it seems that way but things aren’t always so black and white.”
“What do you mean?”
Ty placed his arm on the back of the couch once more. “I mean that your mother works a lot. Most nights she gets home and she’s too tired to be with me.”
“You mean you get lonely?” Kate said, deliberately misunderstanding.
“Sometimes.” Ty’s hand slid down the back of the couch to rest lightly, as if by accident, on her shoulder. “But you’re here with me now, aren’t you? Keeping me company?”
Kate nodded; the beer warm in her empty belly. She wasn’t usually so tipsy after one drink, but lust and an empty stomach had knocked her ever so slightly off kilter. It was helpful. This way she could go deeper into the fantasy, leave behind the last traces of her chattering mind. It was high time this seduction gained traction. She turned to look at him, gaining immense satisfaction from the way his pupils dilated and his nostrils flared.
“Can I please have another beer?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart.”
He fetched her another dark green bottle from the fridge and settled back at her side, wrapping a casual arm around her shoulder again. It felt good there, good and safe and warm. He smelled nice too, very manly and strong. Maybe Katie could understand why her mother’s friends were always raving about him. Also, the show was much easier to watch with him now that she had beer to drink.
“Are you warm enough, sweetheart?”
Kate smiled. “Yes, thanks.”
He tugged her closer, regardless. She was almost sitting in his lap now. It felt nice but it also felt a little wrong. Her mum was always harping at her to spend more time with her stepdad, but Katie had a feeling she wouldn’t like this. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Do you want me to order dinner?”
“Not just yet, sweetheart. I’m enjoying sitting here with you.” Her stepfather’s hand slid from her shoulder to her arm. “What’s this top made of?”
“Velvet.”
“It’s nice,” he said, stroking her delicately. “Very soft.”
Another five minutes passed and his thumb began brushing ever so slightly against her breast. At first Kate tried to tell herself it was an accident, but as more and more of his hand began to rub her there, she knew he must be doing it on purpose. Her face grew hot, but the place between her legs grew hotter. She’d never known she had so many nerves beneath her skin or that even the places around her nipples could throb. She knew she should pull away, but it felt so nice. Besides, what would she say? He was her stepdad and he was probably just being friendly. It was probably better just to let him do it.
As Kate drifted deeper and deeper into the scene, she found herself drinking much faster than usual. When her second beer was empty her stepdad let go of her breast to take the bottle and place it beside her other empty. “You’re getting a real taste for it now, aren’t you?”
Kate nodded shyly, the nipple he’d been absently toying with was tight and hard and aching slightly. She wanted him to keep touching her there, but unsure of how to ask, she nuzzled into his side a little. “Thank you for the beer.”
“Anytime. Want a little more?” Ty asked.
She pretended to hesitate. “Okay. If you don’t mind.”
“Oh I don’t mind at all, sweetheart.” Ty lifted his beer and placed it to her lips. Kate hesitated but then he began to lift the bottle and she had no choice but to tilt her head back and drink. He kept going for much longer than she would have, making her swallow what felt like half the beer. As she drank his gaze never moved from her mouth.
You’ll suck me like that, his eyes said. You’ll drink me down just the same.
He pulled the bottle away. “How do you feel, now?”
“Good, I guess.” She wiped the wetness from her lips. “A bit funny.”
“Funny how?”
“Just floaty and nice.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” He leaned in close and Kate noticed that like her, Ty had freckles spanning the bridge of his nose. Unlike her, they were so well camouflaged by his tan, you could barely see them. Yet, the fact that this big impressive man had anything as boyish as freckles made her giggle.
Ty stroked his nose over hers. “You’re drunk aren’t you, pretty girl?”
Kate giggled again. She was still far from drunk but she’d never been less capable of operating a car or heavy machinery. She was high on this fantasy, stoned on Ty’s increasingly forthright touches and her own twisted arousal. “A little bit, yes.”
“Good, it’s about time you did something fun.”
Ty’s hand found her thigh and alighted itself there, gentle as a butterfly on a pumpkin leaf.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” Kate asked, a little proud of herself for framing her insecurities the way a drunk teenager would.
“I do.” Ty’s hand slid a little higher up her thigh and then down again. Up and down. Up and down. “I think you’re very pretty, but I bet you get told that all the time.”
“Not really. That feels nice.”
“I’m glad.” He continued to stroke her leg. Not too quick or too hard, but her skirt was inching up, exposing more and more skin.
“Sweetheart,” Ty said, in a conversational tone. “Are you a virgin?”
Does never having an orgasm with someone else count? “Yes,” she said dreamily.
“That’s good, that’s very, very good.” Ty’s other hand had come into play, cupping her cheek and turning her so she was looking at him, or she would be if she had her eyes open. “Katie, have you ever been kissed before?”
She nodded.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes. I love kissing.”
“That’s good, baby,” he murmured, and then his lips were on hers. This touch was as gentle as all the others, so soft and sweet she sighed, actually sighed like a girl in a pastel-coloured paperback. She kept waiting for him to turn rough, to unleash the frustration she’d felt humming inside him from the moment he entered her home. Yet the sweetness just went on and on. Dazed, Katie let him ease her down onto the leather couch and when he knelt between her legs and slowly lowered himself on top of her, she didn’t protest. All she wanted was for him to never ever stop kissing her. And then she felt it, the long hot length of him pressing into her stomach and she ‘realised’ what he was doing.
“No,” she said, tearing her lips from his. “We can’t do this.”
Ty’s smile was hard as industrial diamonds. “Relax baby. We’re just playing, that’s all.”
“But—”
He nipped at her lower lip, just hard enough so that she knew it was punishment. “No more talking. Just relax and let Daddy take care of you, the way you were before.”
A hot throb ran through her, made worse by the weight of him pressed against her center. All that pressure on such a delicate place. “You shouldn’t be touching me like this.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Ty said, nuzzling at her neck. “But you’re so pretty I can’t help myself.”
Kate smiled.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Now lie back and let me kiss you again. That’s all we’ll do, I promise. Just kissing, nice and slow.”
Good kisses had always made Kate’s brain fog over and Tyler Henderson was an artist. By the time he slid his tongue into her mouth she’d barely noticed his hips were rocking against hers. By the time he started teasing her, alternating between deep and wet and light and soft, she barely noticed her hips were rocking back. When he kissed her from her collarbones to her ears, his stubble rasping over her skin, she barely noticed he had a hand inside her leotard and was playing with her braless tits. In fact, Kate was fairly certain she’d let him screw her without a condom, pull out and finish all over her legs if he just kept his lips so soft and sweet against hers. But that wasn’t what happened. Ty’s hand began tugging harder at her nipples, his hips grinding against hers like they were crushing wheat into flour with their pelvis bones.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice coarse as sandpaper.
“No,” Kate moaned trying to buck him off. “Y-You can’t touch me like this!”
Ty rubbed her breasts, weighing each in his palm. “Seems I can. Seems you like it.”
In his Kinkworld messages Ty suggested they start out slow and then he’d get rough.
I know you’re not opposed to pain, he’d written. How do you feel about pretending you don’t want it?
Forced seduction, they called it in BDSM land. Struggling until you couldn’t struggle anymore. Kate agreed, smiling a little at the thought of resisting Ty, a man she’d so far resisted like a custard resisted a nail. It didn’t seem funny now that he was bearing down on her, his hard cock pressed between her thighs, teasing her about how much she wanted it. It was scary and a little humiliating and insanely, insanely hot.
Ty’s fingers pinched at her nipple, making her cry out. “That’s it,” he said. “Now lie still and don’t piss me off.”
Kate disobeyed, pushing hard against his shoulders.
“If that’s how you want it, sweetheart.” Ty brought what felt like all his body weight onto her, locking himself firmly between her legs. His cock was hard against her pussy and when he rolled his hips, everything lit up like a sparkler. Kate couldn’t help it. She whimpered in a way that could only have indicated excitement.
Ty laughed. “You little liar, saying you don’t want it while you rub up against me. I bet your little good girl pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it?”
“No,” Kate lied, now so wet her thighs were slick. She pressed a palm to Ty’s forehead, noting the softness of his hair even as she fought to free herself. “This is bad.”
Ty shoved down the front of her leotard, exposing her breasts. “Yes, it is, sweetheart. And it feels good to be bad, so enjoy it.”
Without warning, he bent forward and drew her right nipple into his mouth. Kate screamed. “No, please stop.”
He released her, his gaze black with impatience. “Either you shut up and take it or everything will get ten times harder, understood?”
Kate nodded and he lowered his mouth to her nipple once more, moaning as his tongue traced her. He was as good at that as he was at kissing, sucking her first hard and then soft, laving and gently scraping his teeth over the swollen bud. It felt like she had a billion nerves inside that peak, all of them firing at once. Lubrication surged between her legs and she began to worry he’d think she’d wet herself.
The TV was still blaring but Kate wasn’t absorbing a word. She hadn’t needed a sex-friendly show, after all. The screen could have been playing a clip of impending armageddon and she wouldn’t have noticed. All her awareness was in her nipples, her cunt and the pulse, pulse, pulse of blood in her ears.
How long they stayed that way, Kate didn’t know. Until she was soaking and shuddering with need and moaning so continuously it might have been her native tongue. It hurt to want him this much, to have her nipples sucked until they were crimson, to have her swollen labia crushed against Kevlar jeans, but it was a good pain, a sweet pain. Given a choice, she probably would have stayed there forever. But it wasn’t her choice. Ty gave her right nipple an extra hard suck then released it with a pop. “I think it’s time I got to work on your cherry, sweetheart.”
Genuine fear rippled down Kate’s spine, less because she was immersed in her character’s fake virginity—more because she was finally, finally going to have sex with Tyler Henderson, an event she’d built up to such mythical proportions it felt like he was suggesting she leap of a cliff and fly.
“Please don’t,” she whispered.
“Sorry, baby I’ve gotta know what your pussy feels like, but don’t worry…” Ty ran his tongue over her nipple, the sensation crude and somehow more obscene than him sucking them like they were peppermint candy. “…I’ll be gentle.”
“You can’t do this to me! I’ll…I’ll tell my mum!”
Ty licked her other nipple, a slow leisurely stroke. “Tell her what? Tell her you’ve been wet for your new daddy since the day I walked through the door?”
“I’m not! I haven’t—”
“You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?” He dropped his mouth to her neck and began planting small, somehow mocking kisses on her sensitive skin. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’re always blushing and ducking out of whatever room I’m in? I bet you’ve spent hours rubbing yourself raw thinking about me.”
Kate, who knew this to be true, felt a fresh surge of delicious humiliation. “I don’t want to do it. I don’t know why I do it.”
Ty smirked down at her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Daddy likes making your pussy tingle. He likes that you want him to kiss you like a prince in a storybook.”
“No—”
“Yes,” Ty whispered. “And it’s okay. Daddy’s happy to kiss you like that, but he’ll fuck you like a dirty biker fucks a roadhouse whore, too.”
Before she could protest, he’d cupped his hands around her breasts like circles, bent his head and began to suck her with such force she cried out loud. A thick syrupy feeling cascaded from her breasts to her groin, and she found herself gripping Ty’s shoulders, chanting “oh god, oh god, oh god.”
She’d had a friend—well, more of an acquaintance— at uni who swore she could orgasm from nipples stuff alone. That news had made Kate feel very inadequate. She felt enough pressure to orgasm during sex without the added pressure of orgasming from having a mouth on her boobs and yet now, illogical as it sounded, she might actually achieve that impossible goal.
Ty is dry-humping me though, she thought in some foggy corner of her brain. Maybe that’s what Angie meant. Nipple stimulation and dry humping at the same time.
One of Ty’s hands was between her legs now, flirting with the lines of her leotard. One fingertip passed lightly over her velvet-covered cunt and she jolted as though she’d been electrocuted.
“That’s it,” Ty muttered. “Doesn’t it feel nice, giving Daddy what he wants? First he’ll make you come in your panties, then he’ll see about fucking your tight little snatch.”
Kate whimpered, her clit burning, her pussy clenching in on nothing. “Please, I don’t want to do this.”
“How many lies are you going to tell tonight?”
“I’m not—”
“You’re soaking wet. I’ve never felt a pussy so wet in my life.”
“But—”
“I’ve heard you hovering outside your mother’s bedroom door at night, wishing I’d take care of you the same way I take care of her.”
Kate pictured herself doing just that, how disgusting and messed up it would be. And yet the wrongness coursed through her blood like chemicals far more volatile than Ritalin, getting her higher than she’d ever been. “Ty. Please.”
He bared his teeth. “My name’s not Ty, little girl. Call me what I am.”
Kate opened her mouth but the word wouldn’t come out.
“Fine.” Ty seized the waistband of her skirt. “Just remember you asked for this.”
With that he tore the material from her body, the worn cloth barely protesting as it reduced itself to shreds. Though she’d been thoroughly warned, Kate couldn’t help but moan her horror.
“Shut up.” Ty balled up the cotton and threw it aside. “You could do with less fucking clothes.”
Then he frowned, his fingers tracing the crushed velvet covering her stomach. “What’s this?”
“A-a leotard?” Kate asked, a little confused.
“I thought it was a top,” he said, sounding much more like her boss than her fake perv stepdad. “Girl clothes are so fucking wild.”
His hand brushed over her navel and Kate squirmed uncontrollably.
“Oh, sorry!” he said, pulling his hand away. “I didn’t mean to tickle you, sorry!”
The wide-eyed horror on his face was such a strange contrast to what they’d been doing, Kate couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s okay, you just surprised me.”
Ty gave her a rueful smile. “I had no idea it was a one piece.”
“I’m sorry, I should have chosen something more practical.”
“No, I like it,” he said quickly. “I just wish I’d known it was tugging on your pussy this whole time, if I’d known I could have done a lot more with it.”
She flushed, very aware she was half-naked and lying beneath him. “I’m…you still could?”
“When you go red like that, it goes all the way down to your tits,” Ty said conversationally. Then before she could die of mortification, added, “I wanna keep going. You?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good.” He bent down and kissed her again, fast and businesslike, an agreement between equals. It warmed some part of her that she hadn’t known needed warming. She didn’t have long to enjoy it, Ty seized a fistful of the material at her stomach and pulled it tight. The velvet constricted, drawing up between her legs, compressing her most sensitive tissues.
“Please, stop!”
Ty tugged the material, so it pulsed against her clit. “Call me ‘Daddy’ and I’ll think about it.”
Kate drew her lips into her mouth and bit them for good measure.
“Have it your way.” He released her leotard and cupped her cunt in his palm. “I’m going to play with this now. Moan if you want to.”
He shoved the soaked velvet aside and traced his fingers along the source of her wetness. He wasn’t rough as she’d expected him to be, but the gentleness was more unnerving. “Wet,” he said, gazing down at her. “Wet and red as a shiny new apple. What a little slut this virgin is turning out to be.”
“I—“
Ty clapped his free hand over her mouth. “That’s enough talk out of you, sweetheart.”
With his gaze locked on hers, he began to slide first one, then two fingers into her damp pussy, easing her apart with exquisite slowness. Kate gave a half-hearted attempt at closing her legs, but Ty only forced them wider with his knees. “No escape Katie, not until I’ve gotten what I want.”
Kate let out a low frustrated whine, her insides were hot, and her vision was shimmering like a mirage. She’d been on edge for so long now, too long. Her orgasm was welling up inside her, tight and full and slippery. She needed more. “Get off me,” she told him.
Ty didn’t even answer, just curved his fingers in a way that made her scream with pleasure.
“You’re an-an asshole!”
“Oh yeah?”
“You’re making me do this.”
“Maybe,” he said in a measured voice. “But you knew what you were doing with your puffy lips and your long hair, teasing my cock day in and day out just because you could. You’re getting exactly what you deserve.”
Ty’s fingers began to work faster, he was now so deep it was almost painful, almost and yet entirely not. As he rubbed inside her, Kate did something she did in almost all of her fantasies—she started to cry. That first burst of feeling was like an orgasm in and of itself, wet and clean and pure. For a moment she tried to contain the outpour, worried Ty would stop, then she remembered his promise that without her safe word, nothing would stop. Absurdly reassured, she let her tears fall freely.
“I’m sorry,” she said, not knowing exactly why. “I’m so sorry.”
Ty’s face was even meaner than it had been before. “Not sorry enough. But you will be, now call me Daddy.”
More tears ran down Kate’s cheeks, and all she could think was that he was so good at this. So good, better than she’d ever hoped for. “No. I don’t want to do this.”
“Too bad, I intended to fuck you the minute I laid eyes on your jailbait ass. Call me Daddy, and it’ll be our little secret. Don’t, and I’ll fuck you anyway, then I’ll tell your mother all about it.”
“No!”
“I will.” Ty’s breath was hot on the side of her face, his fingers massaging deep within her pussy. “I’ll tell her that her cute little daughter got drunk and said she wanted to know what an orgasm felt like. She’ll believe me, you know she will. Now say it.”
“Do me,” she sobbed. “I want you to do me.”
“That’s a good start, now the rest; who am I?”
Kate rolled her head from side to side, wanting to answer but unable to shape the word with her lips and tongue. “Please…”
“Say it.”
Ty’s fingers clamped down on her nipple and the jagged nail of pain was just what she needed to get it out. “Daddy!”
Ty’s fingers tightened. “Who’s daddy?”
“M-My daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” A grin, all the more sinister for being plastered on that beautiful, all-Australian face. He leaned back and pulled a condom from his pocket. Kate closed her eyes. They both knew the man he was pretending to be would have taken her bare, but since there was no chance of that, she pretended she couldn’t hear the sound of latex rolling down his shaft, pretended he wouldn’t take precautions to protect them both. Ty’s cock rubbed her entrance. With her eyes closed, it felt as broad as a concrete bollard.
“You ready?”
“No.”
“That’s too fucking bad.” Ty spat in his hand and slicked himself down. “Hold still.”
Despite his cruel words, he didn’t go fast. He moved gently, allowing her delicate folds to expand. She was so wet he slid in much easier than she’d have expected. Soon it was better than easy, it was…amazing. She hadn’t been counting on that. Sex had often been uncomfortable for her, a primal but rarely pleasant experience. This was something else. There was the fantasy, but there was also the delicious satisfaction of being split open by Tyler Henderson, her gorgeous boss. She never wanted to believe that her feelings for him would make sex better—especially when her feelings were so lame and unwarranted—but she couldn’t deny the fact when it was staring her in the face. Or entering her vagina. He was less than halfway inside her before she began arching her back trying to take him deeper. Ty chuckled and pressed a palm to her abdomen. “Easy, girl.”
A few more slick pulses and he was there, fully seated within her.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice,” he groaned, thrusting deep. “Nice pussy.”
He withdrew and plunged in once more, grunting like an animal. Kate squeezed her eyes shut. It felt raw but good, realistic. As she stretched to accommodate him, he picked up speed. One of his feet was planted on the floor so he could fuck into her more deeply. He was still fully clothed, still wearing his motorcycle boots.
“No,” Kate moaned. “Please stop.”
“I can’t. This is what girls are for, sweetheart. This is what you’re for.” Ty pressed his thumb to her clit and began to rub slow, damp circles the way he had in his hotel bed in Bendigo. “I’m gonna make you come now, not because you’ll like it, but because I want you to understand what a dirty little slut you are.”
Kate’s cunt throbbed. His touch was gorgeous, but it was his words bringing her closer than she’d ever been with a man in her life. She closed her eyes, trying to drown in the midnight blue moment. Her distorted leotard was cutting into her thighs, her chest and her back like a beautiful straightjacket.
A slut’s straightjacket, she thought deliriously. Pinned down with all the good parts exposed.
“That’s it,” Ty muttered. “You’re clamping up now, you can’t help it. Next time you won’t fight me so hard, will you? You’ll remember how good it felt to get fucked and you’ll spread your whore legs as soon as you see me coming.”
As Ty continued his stream of dirty talk, as he thrust and rubbed and played her body like the violin, Kate realised something awful—she couldn’t come. She could feel her orgasm welling up like nectar, pooling hot and heavy in her middle but it refused to spill, refused to reach any kind of climax.
She began to rock her hips against Ty’s, slow at first, then faster, so that he moved faster. Then they were fucking like animals, their bodies slapping hard against one another. Sweat budded on her forehead, the back of her neck, her underarms, and inside her thighs. It was so good, he was so big and talented, but she couldn’t get there. She’d spent years wanting to sleep with Ty and now it was happening and he was so perfect and handsome and hung and fulfilling her wildest fantasies and she still couldn’t come. She couldn’t do it. If she ever could have done it with someone, it would have been with Ty, but she couldn’t do it. She was broken. Tears burst from her eyes again, but this time they felt oily and unwelcome.
“Whoa! Easy, baby, easy.” Ty’s hips slowed and he cupped her jaw. “What’s wrong?”
I was crying before, Kate thought. How does he know this crying is different?
“Middleton, talk to me.”
“I’m fine,” she said, rubbing her hands over her forehead and cheeks so he would think she was wiping off the sweat not the tears. “I want to keep going, can we keep going?”
“We’ll keep going when you tell me what’s wrong.” Ty pressed his forehead against hers. “Was I too rough with you?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
She inhaled deeply. “I just…I can’t finish. I keep getting close, but then I start thinking and the feeling goes away. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m taking way too long and you’ll get bored and…” She let her voice trail off, embarrassed.
Ty smiled, it was wide and warm—the nicest smile she’d ever seen him wear. “This isn’t a problem; if you’re close, you can get there. You need to relax.”
“But—”
“But nothing, we’ve got all night. Trust me to do this for you.”
He slid his hand between them, but he didn’t rub her clit; he forked his fingers around her folds and pressed. Everything between his fingers plumped up, the feeling pleasurable, but less intense than direct stimulation.
“Feel nice?”
Kate closed her eyes. The midnight blue of her orgasm was back, swirling behind her eyelids like the painting in his office. “Yes.”
“Good.” Ty stroked in and out of her slowly. “You feel my cock?”
“It would be very hard not to.”
He chuckled. “Just relax. Relax and feel me, feel what I’m doing to you. Don’t think about me. I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing. Just concentrate on your body, on how I feel inside you.”
“What if I take too long?”
“You won’t. I could stay inside you all year and not get bored. Just take your time and come.”
Kate smiled at the thought of having Ty’s body against hers for three hundred and sixty-five days. Then she thought of something that might help. “Ty…”
He paused. “Yeah?”
“Can you kiss me?”
“Of course I fucking can.” And he bent down and did just that.
Perhaps it did take hours for her to climb Orgasm Mountain again, Kate wasn’t sure. She did what Ty asked, feeling him with her eyes closed, trying to think about nothing beyond the sensations in her body. Her pleasure began to throb in big rough spikes, but she didn’t try to shove herself to the peak, she rose lazily, circling and circling until finally… “I’m close. I think I’m gonna…”
Ty’s fingers drew tighter around her clit, compressing the bud so tightly she felt like it might burst. “Yeah, baby?”
“I think I’m gonna come.”
“Good.” He bent down and sank his teeth into her neck, his sweat-slick hips pumping hard and fast. “Come, Middleton, come on Daddy’s big dick.”
It was wrong, hearing her nickname and the word ‘daddy’ in the same sentence but it was wrong in the best of ways. She arched her back and climax rippled out from her in long, shimmering waves. He didn’t stop, so it didn’t stop; her orgasm hummed and throbbed through her like a living thing, and she scratched him and chewed her lip and screamed and screamed and screamed. She was no virgin but she thought this is what sex is. Oh my g od, this is what sex is.
When she was utterly wrung out, her head spinning, Ty withdrew. “Okay?”
Kate gazed blearily up at him. “So good. So, so good. I came.”
He grinned. “I got that. You up for a little more?”
She nodded, hoping he didn’t want her to go on top. There was every chance she’d collapse into a pile of noodles. But Ty didn’t want her to go on top, he turned her on her knees and slid into her from behind, his cock feeling newly enormous.
“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to do this,” he muttered, seizing her plait and winding it around his fist. “Can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about fucking your sugary little cunt ‘til you screamed.”
An orgasmic aftershock rippled through her, making her clench around his cock.
“You like that, huh? Well hold on, honey. This is gonna be rough.”
Kate barely had time to dig her hands into the leather couch when he drove into her, setting a fast, almost brutal pace. It was rough, so rough that their bodies made loud clapping sounds and she had to scream just to relieve the pleasure blaring through her. She couldn’t come from the sensation but it was dark and pleasurable and she didn’t want it to end. Ty talked as he fucked her, filling her ears with the most wonderful filth, about how dirty and pretty and tight she was. Then his hand tightened in her hair and his thrusts became almost painful. “Fuck, baby, I’m comin’, I’m comin’ in your little cunt.”
Baby, she thought. That’s nice.
When he was done he didn’t collapse onto her the way she’d thought he would. Instead, he withdrew, blowing out a loud exhalation as though they’d just completed a particularly vigorous workout. He smoothed a palm over her back. “How you feeling?”
“Good,” Kate said, unsure if she meant it. She was feeling a lot of things and she couldn’t seem to untangle one emotion from another.
“That’s good. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall and to your right.”
“Thanks.” He lumbered off without another word.
Kate didn’t know what she was expecting, but not that. A little disoriented, she remained where she was for a minute, before realising that kneeling on her aunt’s couch with her naughty bits hanging out wasn’t improving matters. She stood and adjusted her leotard. It was much looser from Ty’s ministrations but relatively intact. She walked to Aunt Rhonda’s bar on jelly legs and poured herself a shot of Sailor Jerry. She hesitated, then grabbed another glass and filled that too. If Ty didn’t want to stay for a drink, she could always have both. She’d probably need it.