It was a morning like every other morning as I went into my office to go through my emails. I had to respond to the ambassador from Kenya soon about my clean water initiative, and there were shareholders that wanted more information about upcoming product launches. Sometimes, I wondered why the hell I wanted to be more involved with my company, but I knew the answer to that.

I wasn’t the kind of man to step down. I liked control and I needed to be the one steering the ship at my own company. Maybe I hired great CEOs to help with the business stuff, but at the end of the day I was the founder and everything came through me. There were plenty of tech founders that didn’t want much to do with the day-to-day business operations, but I wasn’t that kind of guy. I couldn’t just step aside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my nature.

It was late afternoon by the time I finally surfaced from my work, surprised that the day had slipped by. I missed lunch, of course, which was a big surprise. I sighed, rubbing my temples, and took my phone from my desk drawer where I had it turned off. I powered it back up and scrolled through my messages.

There were the usual texts from work associates, most of them not worth responding to. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed that I had a Snapchat from someone. I opened the app and went to look at my Snaps.

It was from Emily. A smile spread across my face. It was probably going to be a picture of her flipping me off and burning that little joke present I left for her, but that was okay. I wanted her to know that I could give her things if she wanted them, things she never imagined. And not just objects, either. I knew that I could work her body like she’d never felt before. She was used to idiot college guys, but I was older and way more experienced than them. They probably came in ten seconds after feeling her tight silky cunt wrapped around their little baby cocks. I could show her how a real man fucks, all she had to do was give in to me.

I opened the snap and stared, wide-eyed at what I saw. The timer was set to ten seconds, and so I had ten seconds to stare.

It was Emily wearing the lingerie I bought for her, handcuffs dangling from her one wrist. She looked perfect, fucking gorgeous. The lacy one-piece clung to her body, barely covering her full breasts. My cock was instantly hard as I stared at her thick lips, her perfect tits, her pussy barely covered by the lace.

“Fuck,” I said out loud as the image disappeared.

I leaned back in my chair, stunned, desire ringing through me. I stood, not able to help myself, and went across my office and into my private bathroom. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and sat down on the toilet lid. I took out my hard cock, spit in my hand, and began to stroke myself.

I couldn’t help myself. I needed release and I needed it right away while that image was still fresh in my mind. I shut my eyes, stroking my thick cock, thinking about Emily.

She lay there handcuffed to the bed, her gorgeous eyes staring at my hard cock, her mouth hanging open.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, playing coy.

“You know what you’re going to get.”

“Carter,” she half-moans, half-begs.

“Spread your legs.”

She obeyed, opening them wide. I got onto my hands and knees and crawled up the bed until my mouth was on her inner thighs, slowly kissing my way up. Her skin was soft and tasted perfect as she let out these gorgeous, sexy moans.

I pushed the lingerie aside and began to suck her clit, licking and lapping up her juices. She’s absolutely dripping wet as she moaned loudly. I felt her shaking against her restraints, but she didn’t seem to mind it one bit as my tongue pressed inside of her.

I licked and sucked her delicious pussy until she was moaning loudly, head thrown back. When she was close and I could practically feel her about to come, I stood up and took her hair, pressing my cock down her throat.

It slid into her mouth easily as she began to suck me. Her arms were above her head, bound to the top of the headboard with the handcuffs, but that didn’t slow her down. She sucked my cock wildly, hair flying all around. I pressed her deep, feeling my cock gag her, but she didn’t pull back. She gobbled me up, clearly loving it. I finally pulled her back and she looked up at me, eyes wide.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”

I couldn’t ignore that. I released her handcuffs, spun her around, and re-cuffed her to the bed so that her ass was up in the air. She gripped the top of the headboard as I pressed myself deep inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Carter.”

I began to fuck her wildly, rough and deep, and her moans got louder. Her pussy felt amazing, tight and slick and incredible as I slapped her ass. I wanted to dominate her, destroy her, fuck that pussy like it had never been fucked before. She took every inch of me and begged for more, and I gave it to her.

I could feel my orgasm building as her moans got wilder. She looked back over her shoulder, her gorgeous face flushed with desire, and that pushed me over the edge.

I came hard into some tissues, head tipped back, groaning. The image of Emily in that lingerie was burned into my retinas as slowly my orgasm ended and I cleaned up.

Despite jerking off to a fantasy of fucking her, I found that I still wanted her. I couldn’t believe it, but my blood was still ringing with Emily and her gorgeous body. I wanted more, needed fucking more.

When I got back out into my office, I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.

“I’ll be home late, but I expect you to be wearing that when I get there.”

I leaned back, content to wait, but she responded right away.

“Maybe if you’re good.”

I laughed out loud, shaking my head. I didn’t know where this girl had come from, but she was pushing every single one of my fucking buttons. I wanted to rush back home immediately and take what I needed, but I had more work to finish up. I couldn’t ignore my responsibilities just because I wanted to fuck my gorgeous goddamn stepdaughter.

I put my phone away, taking deep breaths, calming myself. I went back to work, trying not to let myself get too distracted by thoughts of her.

It was around eight by the time I finally left the office. I got into my car and had my driver head right home, instructing him to break some damn laws if he had to, but to get me there as soon as possible.

I stared out the window, trying to decide what I cared about more, feeling Emily’s tight pussy or following through with this plan I hatched with her mother.

The whole stepfather and stepdaughter thing didn’t mean anything to me. We weren’t really related at all and there was no weird father-daughter power dynamic there. Sure, I was older, but I didn’t really feel that much older than her. She wasn’t like any of the women I’d been with before, although she was probably the youngest girl I’d been interested in for some time.

None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was Emily and my insane and intense attraction to her. Maybe it wasn’t rational or smart, but it couldn’t be denied. I wanted to fuck her, take her, dominate her, and leave her dripping wet on the floor begging for more.

When the driver got back to the house, I quickly got out and walked inside. My heart was beating fast in my chest and I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was unusual, since I didn’t normally have this kind of reaction to fucking an attractive woman, but apparently my body was on edge and anticipating everything she had for me.

I walked through the main lobby and headed toward her wing. Once, I was there, I knocked on her door.

There was no response. I got out my phone and checked her location, but apparently she had turned that feature off. Frowning, I knocked again, and sent her a text.

No response to either. After a few minutes, I gave up, disappointed and annoyed. I headed back to my wing and went up to my room, loosening my tie, getting ready to change into workout clothes.

When I got into my room, I stopped short, a smile spreading across my face.

Attached to the headboard were handcuffs, set up just like in my fantasy. On the pillow there was a note. I walked over and picked it up.

Put these on. I’ll be there soon. – E

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I undressed, carefully laying my suit down over a chair. I climbed into bed and hooked the handcuffs up to my wrists, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.

I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the door open and shut.

“There you are,” I said, excitement coursing through my veins.

Emily walked into the room wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She raised an eyebrow, smiling at me.

“So you can follow directions,” she said.

I nodded. “But apparently you can’t.”

“Oh, I can. But only when I want to.” She took out the phone and took a picture of me.

“What’s that for?” I asked. “A little something for later?”

“Oh, no. Just a little extra blackmail in case all this fails to pan out.”

I blinked and slowly figured out what was happening. “You naughty girl,” I said.

She smiled and did a little curtsy. “Thanks.”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, and that only made her smile a bit more confused.

“I don’t know what’s funny,” she said. “You do realize that I’m not letting you go, right?”

That only made me laugh harder. I had to hand it to her, the girl was fucking funny, and apparently was very good at pranks. I was going to have to be much more careful around her from here on out.

She looked confused and finally laughed a little bit, shaking her head. “You’re crazy, you know that, Carter?”

“I know,” I said, getting a hold of myself. “But you do realize that I’m going to get you back for this.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

Without another word, she blew me a kiss and left the room.

I leaned my head back, grinning to myself, picturing that Snap she sent me again. Fortunately, the phone had voice control, so all I had to do was call out and command it to send someone to release me, but I was going to savor this moment for another few minutes.

It wasn’t every day that someone got one over on me. Apparently, I had my hands full with Emily, and I fucking loved it.