EIGHT
LEIA
DAYS HAVE PASSED SINCE THE last incident, the almost fucking for the fifty-millionth-time incident. And now, with both Mamá and Sy gone, I can breathe.
Mamá has still been avoiding me. I planned on fixing whatever immature battle we’re having, but she’s like a child, and hasn’t been home when I’m awake. I’m at my wits end with trying.
It’s bad enough her husband can’t keep his hands to himself, now I’m debating about giving my virginity to someone else to avoid giving it to him.
I meet Guadalupe and Mariana at Cynosure. Mamá and Sy aren’t here to stop me, and shouldn’t be home until at least the morning. They’re opening an exclusive club in Dallas, one a little different than Cynosure. It’s for high-ballers as Lupe likes to say. They're naming it, Excision, and the irony isn't lost on me.
“Aye, mamacita,” Mariana squeals happily. When I came to her wanting tips on dancing, she was all for it. We were practically raised together. She’s five years older than me, but we’re fairly close. She took me under her wing when we were kids, and it sort of just stuck.
I wanted to learn to pole dance, and she agreed to teach me. Technically, she wanted to teach me years ago. But Mamá wouldn’t be up for it whatsoever. She’s tried everything to keep me from following in her footsteps.
If I don’t get into The University of Puerto Rico for my Addictions and Abuse Bachelor's degree, I need a backup plan. Mamá will never go for it. And Sy wouldn’t either, but it’s my life, not theirs.
“I’m so excited!” I shrill, jumping up and down. I’ve never been so excited about anything really. Lupe jumps with me, while Mariana just smacks our asses and leads us to the Treehouse. That’s where the dancers put on outfits, change for performances, and do their makeup.
As soon as I get in there with my bag, a few regulars eye me suspiciously, but it’s Margarita that questions me.
“What is this Tiger doing in our jungle?” she hisses. I’ve heard the term before. I’m not an outsider, I grew up in these clubs. A tiger is a woman that’s too good to be true, like she’s not meant to be here. And, I can see she’s jealous since I’m at least half her age.
“I’m here to learn,” I rebut with a contempt filled smirk. “When Mamá retires, I’ll own this place. You better be respectful.” It’s almost as if my spine is fully erect, and the backbone that's always missing with Sy is on full display for these bitches.
“Ugh, whatever,” she lets out before heading to the main floor.
I glance at the other ladies, some watch with humor, others with approval. Only one regards me with disdain, and her name is Cherry. She’s always rude to me, she’s jealous of my Mamá, and how much attention Sy gives me. All these girls want Sy, it’s brutal when they dance all over him and I catch a glimpse in passing.
She and the rest can go fuck themselves.
“Now, back to it,” I reprimand, fitting right in. Mamá will flip her shit when she finds out I’ve been here. But it’s not her I’m worried about. It’s Silas and his painful punishments. Just the thought has me shivering involuntarily.
“Damn, Leia! That was amazing!” Lupe hollers.
Mariana throws in a little, “whoop.”
I change into an outfit to make me look innocent. It’s tasteful, unlike many things I’ve seen here. Mamá’s club isn’t like many, she doesn’t do full nudity. And it’s not skeevy, there are no extras going down in her club. I’m not sure about her other clubs, but this one seems okay.
“Wow,” Mariana says on an exhale.
Lupe whistles and swats my ass. “Damn, girl! You’re one hot Puerto Rican!” I roll my eyes at her, and head to the private rooms with Lupe. She’ll be teaching me a lot, and Mariana is going to help when her shift ends.
After four hours, my body aches and I’m realizing just how much effort goes into pole dancing. Stage dancing, lap dances, and air dances are the easy part. But pole dancing is horrendously tiring.
Mariana got me a stage dance in a few hours. She’s going to announce that I’m new. Technically, this is illegal. Okay, it’s fully illegal, but they’re going to cover for me. They say there’s no touching allowed, and I’m good with that.
Mariana warns me that I’ll easily get requests for lap dances and bed dances, but I have the right to decline. Mamá and Sy are definitely going to lock me up forever after this.
It’s show time, and I’m doing a Belle from Beauty and the Beast dance. I’m extremely nervous, but I’ve been told more than once that it’s the most empowering feeling to have every man and woman in a room watch as you dance.
I strut on stage keeping the innocence lively. I’m wearing glasses and pigtails to make me appear even more pure.
As the song comes on, and I start the routine Lupe taught me, all eyes are on me. Literally, everyone. All the Jane’s the servers, the Jill’s the dancers, and bouncers have turned their attention to me. I’m suddenly feeling like a deer in the headlights, until I see Brax in the back. What in the ever-loving hell is he doing here?
He shoos me with his hands then gives a thumbs up. I’m suddenly feeling a little more grounded. He’s my best friend, after all. Lupe must have given him the heads up. And for that, I’m so grateful. He vacates the back couch and finds a floor seat.
You can do this, he mouths. With that encouragement, I start my routine. People are watching me with lust. Seeing so many eyes burn with desire and need has me getting wet. Is this normal? I never thought I’d get aroused from their carnal needs showing in their pants.
I peer down at Brax and he’s sporting a rather handsome bulge, and his eyes are swimming in something I’ve never seen from him—desire. My heart beats faster as I slowly lose my clothing. Mariana gave me pasties just in case I got courageous enough to do topless.
With all their stares on me, I’ve never felt more dominating. When I’m with Sy, I feel small and doe-like. With these men, I feel like a queen. And they’re all bowing down to serve my every need.
Right as I’m losing my top, I’m carted up like a sack of potatoes. “What the fuck?!” I screech. I start pounding the back of the man carrying me away. “You’re not allowed to touch me! No touching!” I continue to kick and squeal. When a large hand slaps my ass, I’m very aware of the person dragging me off stage. And all the adrenaline and good feelings I had while dancing dissipate. Silas.
He’s so pissed. He hasn’t even said a word to me. That says more than a yelling from Mamá would. He smacks my ass again even harder, and I scream out in pleasure pain. I’m so unbelievably aroused right now.
“Sy, put me down!” I demand, and still, he doesn’t make a sound. We pass by all the private rooms, the Treehouse, and the kitchen. When we’re in his office, not Mama’s, he places me on the loveseat. I’m huffing at this point, he had no right to embarrass me that way.
He sits behind his big desk and I’ve never in my life seen him this angry. Not even when he caught me kissing a boy at our holiday party a few months ago.
His eyes are drawn together, and he has a permanent looking scowl, making him seem more closed-off than normal. When I start to open my mouth, he cuts the air. His head shake is enough to tell me not to speak, that he’s about to lose his shit. But regardless of my warning, I speak anyway. I never claimed to be smart.
“You can’t just tote me off like you’re a caveman, Sy. I was having fun. I’m a good dancer, and the men loved me.”
He’s out of his seat in an instant stalking my way. His eyes tell me to shut the hell up while the evil smirk on his lips and bulge in his pants are challenging me to argue more.
“You’re not the boss of me, stepdaddy,” I say it with contempt, but the fire in his eyes shows he’s ready to attack me. He’s hovering over me in the next moment, his breathing ragged like he’s just run several miles to get to me. Sy’s smile is cruel, and I know my punishment for calling him Daddy will be hell.
“Mi corazoncito,” he groans on an exhale, his accent thicker than I’ve ever heard before. It’s husky, full of promise, and so fucking sexy that I squeeze my thighs together. The lace contraption rubs on my swollen clit, and I have to bite back a moan.
Sy grips my chin forcefully, with no restrain, and I know the moment I peer into those gray orbs, he’s going to kiss me. And if I don’t stop him, he’s going to lose himself inside of me. He did promise me after all.
His lips crush mine hard enough to leave bruises, his teeth bite my lips, and his tongue spears into my mouth like he’s raging war, and it’s a fight for his life.
I reciprocate as much as he allows. He’s in control, he’s always in control. Sy takes, and takes, and takes, and I let him. I let him have all of me.
He’s my stepfather and I’m kissing him as a lover, he calls me little girl when Mamá is around, and all these things should disgust me, but it only makes me hotter.
My pussy clenches with each thrust of his tongue, imagining it’s him entering my body with the same harshness. I’m soaked, my arousal making my outfit stick to me. It’s constricting, suffocating me, and forcing me to try and remove it. The scratchy material is both heaven and hell. Sy grips my throat, and then his mouth is all over my skin.
He’s attacking each tender area, licking, and near tongue fucking every part of my flesh. He wants me, but he holds back. He’s demanding, but also begs with his eyes. Sy needs me to give in, make the first real move, and I’m so fucking ready to let him claim me.
This dance we do is dangerous, but I’m sick of him controlling the game, I want him. He was mine first, and I’m taking him back from her. I’m going to fuck him and make him aware of what he’s missing while fucking Mamá instead of me.
“Fuck me, Sy,” I mewl, gripping his hard cock through his dress slacks. He stares at me; wild eyes searching for any reason to deny me again. But this time I won’t let him, this time he’s going to give in and I’ll ride his dick like I’ve dreamed about for years.
He doesn’t make a move, so I deftly unbutton his pants and start shoving them down his thighs. He’s stalk still but his eyes watch my every move, for once, he’s giving me control. And it’s the best gift he could have ever gifted me.
When his pants are down, and his cock is nearly trying to burst through his boxer briefs, I undo my top. The pasties sit on my nipples, but Sy looks tortured just from this visual. He licks his lips slowly and brings his fist to his mouth. He bites it hard, like it gives him the control to not attack me and fuck me like he’s surely fantasized.
I don’t question how he’s home from Texas, and Mamá is nowhere to be seen. As of right now, Sy is mine and only mine.
He lowers to his knees, his eyes never leaving my breasts as they lay bare for him. He starts kissing and licking up from my ankles to my pelvic bone. And then he’s biting me hard. He soothes it with his tongue, licking the juncture of my thighs. When he’s not nibbling, he’s sucking. He’s marking me with his mouth and I cry out with each movement.
When he reaches the apex between my thighs, he kisses my panty clad pussy. He bites, sucks, and grinds his mouth over the mesh fabric. He’s making it even wetter, and I bet he can taste me.
No words are exchanged as his animalistic growls of contentment fill his office. When Sy moves my panties to the side to lick my wet cunt, the door opens. I’m so shell shocked that I can’t even cover myself up fast enough.
Sy growls, rising to his feet. He doesn’t even wipe my juices from his face when he barks, “Get the fuck out of my office!”
Brax is staring at me with anger, jealousy, and almost something similar to arousal as well. It’s like a disgusted desire in his eyes. And now I’m blushing in shame. He now knows my dirty little secret, and how I sometimes call Silas Daddy as a joke. ¡Maldita sea!
I hurry and put my top back on and brush past both men. This can’t be happening. I really fucked up. Sy and Brax call after me, screaming loudly, but the club’s music mostly drowns them out. Stopping in the Dollhouse, I grab my shit and rush out of the club. I’m in my car right after, speeding for my house. This is so fucked up. I almost slept with my stepdad. I almost screwed my mom’s husband. I almost gave into everything I’ve fantasized about.
God, what is wrong with me? And why in the world can’t I stop?