In His Custody

by Jessa Kane

  This is exactly what I imagined when I saw her picture for the first time.

  I saw her just like this.

  Asking for pleasure. Trusting me. Surrendering.

  I’ve never been a man who goes in search of female companionship. I’ve dated throughout my life, but the military won most of my focus. I’m an aggressive man. Dominant. Never once has it crossed over to the opposite sex, though. Never once have I needed so badly for a woman to look up at me just like this. It’s only ever been London. She called to me through a picture, woke something up deep inside of me and it’s clawing to get out.

  With a low groan, I lick our tongues together, twisting my lips on top of hers so I can sink deep, pulling at her flavor, the kiss wet and nasty from the get-go. London’s head is tipped all the way back, her hands still imprisoned at the small of her back—and Jesus Christ, having her completely at my mercy makes my cock thick and heavy in my jeans. I rock against her and she whines into the kiss, opening wider so I can devour, tongue fucking her sexy little mouth while she mewls and writhes around on the table in front of me.

  I am not fucking her in an interrogation room for the first time.

  Not a chance in hell.

  But if I don’t quit grinding on her virgin pussy, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

  Going to have her pregnant within twenty-four hours of coming home.

  “Wait,” she blurts, pulling away, her lips swollen from my treatment of them. “Brody…y-you’re married to my mother. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  Of course, she’s right. According to what she believes is reality.

  Is she ready to know how deep my obsession with her runs?

  Fuck. I don’t know. And I’m not taking a chance. I’ll never play fast and loose with London or our life together. “You’re right,” I manage, dropping my forehead down to hers, out breaths mingling hotly between us. “I’m sorry. I was worried about you and got carried away.”

  She nods, her eyes soft and drowsy, hips restless.

  Horny. God, she’s worked up. Can’t sit still for a second.

  Giving in to temptation, I lift up the hem of her soft denim skirt and look between her spread legs, finding her panties drenched, molded to her unfucked slit. Lord above, she’s exquisite. Every golden inch. “We’ll take care of this.” I drag my knuckle up through the center of her pussy and she cries out, coming off the desk. “Then we’ll behave. Sound good, London?”

  “Yes,” she says quickly, her head falling back with a sucked-in breath when I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her thighs. Her neck is so inviting, I’m powerless to do anything but lick the smooth column from throat to earlobe, removing her underwear in the process and dropping them to the floor. And with my hands free, they find her tits immediately, dragging up the hem of her shirt to her neck and acquainting my palms with the supple weight of them, the greedy nipples begging for attention.

  “Gorgeous girl,” I rasp, leaning down to close my lips around one of the rosy buds, drunk from the taste of her in seconds. So intoxicated, I don’t know how I’ll be able to tear myself away from the innocent peaks. Especially when she’s at my mercy, restrained. Unable to do anything but accept the pleasure. “Do you like me being in charge, London?”

  Her nod is cautious, but her eyes are ablaze. “Yes.”

  That word out of her mouth, the confirmation that she feels this intense bond between us, too, sends my pulse into a gallop. “Did you enjoy your spanking this morning?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, her nipples plumping against my palms.

  “I didn’t do it because I was mad at you. I need you to know that. I’d never lay a finger on you out of anger.”

  She peers up at me, like she can see right through me. “I…know.”

  “Do you?” My voice is thick with emotion. “Why do you think I spanked you?”

  “I’m not sure,” she whispers. “I only know that it made me feel…grounded. I’m always kind of lost and floating. Treading water in the system, no idea what’ll happen in the future. But when you s-spanked me, I was present. There was someone holding me down and keeping me from flying away.”

  Jesus. My heart climbs up into my throat.

  It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell London that I’m in love with her.

  That I knew it the second I became aware of her existence.

  This bond between us is only beginning, though, for the love of God. She’s only been home for twenty-four hours. One step at a time.

  “I’ve got you now, baby,” I say, raking my hands down her thighs, pushing open her knees, wider and wider, exposing her pussy even more, drawing her feminine lips apart slowly, revealing the pink paradise beyond. “I won’t let you fly away. Ever.”

  My obsession won’t allow her out of my sight, more accurately.

  Ever.

  When I go down on my knees in front of her, she sobs, the handcuffs clinking behind her on the metal interrogation table. “Brody, I…I’ve never…”

  “Shhh,” I breathe against the inside of her thigh. “You have no secrets from me.”

  I clutch her ass in my hands and draw her to the edge, inhaling the peachy scent of her cunt, kissing the parted flesh, once, twice, before sliding my tongue through that wet valley. Her gasp of surprise rings in my ears, the delicious taste of her causing my cock to leak against the fly of my jeans. I moan roughly and suction my lips over as much of her pussy as I can, dropping my tongue down on top of her clit and bathing it in fast strokes.

  “B-Brody.”

  London falls backward on the table, her cuffed hands keeping her back arched and her hips rear off the table helplessly, her thighs restless on either side of my head. She’s sensual and nervous at the same time, lifting her flesh to my mouth eagerly one second, hesitantly the next, until she finally gives in and begins pumping her hips up toward my tongue, broken moans falling from her lips, wetness releasing and coasting down my chin.

  Christ, I can’t get enough. She’s smooth and sugary and hot, her clit swelling with every drag of my tongue, her sharp intakes of breath telling me when she’s on the verge of an orgasm. Her virginity is only inches away from my mouth right now and a savage, possessive part of me wants to stab my tongue deep and pop her little cherry, but I command myself to have patience, appeasing myself with the reminder that no other man will ever get near it.

  “Oh. Oh my God.” One more lick and her pussy starts to quiver, her legs stiffening where I’ve rested them on my shoulders. “Brody.”

  I close my lips lightly around her clit and apply careful suction, increasing the pressure until she’s crying out. “What do you really want to call me, little girl?”

  “Daddy,” she heaves, then the storm breaks.

  My tongue remains on her clit, polishing it determinedly while she finishes, her body shaking with beautiful spasms. Her tits are still out and they grow flushed, juicy in the rush of pleasure. My plan was only to give London relief, but she’s too beautiful. Too tempting. And I’ve been hungry for so long that I can’t help but wrap her hair around my fist and guide her down off the table to her knees, settling her in a kneel with her hands restrained behind her back, her eyes drowsy from her climax, her nipples in two, tight puckers.

  I can’t get my dick out fast enough. I’m grunting and panting, my balls drawn up into my body, prepared to release. No sooner do I have it in my hands than does the come spear up, hot and thick, from my balls. With a groan of her name, I stroke my cock once and paint a stripe of white across her face. And when she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, her expression unmistakably excited, I unload the rest in hot, greedy spurts, my groin straining under the intensity. The perfection of the moment. Putting my claim on this girl.

  Making her mine.

  Finally, the throes of my climax ease off and I cup her chin, dragging a thumb through some of my spend and glossing it over her lower lip. “That’s a good girl.” I slide my thumb in a
nd out of her mouth, my breathing still labored. “You know what comes next.”

  My words make her tremble so violently she can barely get to her feet, even with my help. But she does. She does and she bends over the table eagerly, moaning excitedly as I yank up the back of her skirt and crack my palm across her ass. Several times. Watching her glistening pussy lips shake with every slap.

  “Daddy,” she whimpers. “Daddy.”

  “That’s right.” I kick her feet wider and deliver a resounding smack, one on each cheek. “I satisfy the front, then I remind the back who all of this belongs to. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she shrieks into the table. “Yes.”

  “Are you going to behave now?”

  “Yes, I promise.”

  “Good.” I soothe the stinging flesh on her ass with a slow, gentle massage that slows her breathing and loosens her tense muscles. “So very good.” I slide her panties back up her legs and fix her skirt, finally uncuffing her wrists, standing her up and turning her around.

  God, she’s a vision, visibly dazed, teeth marks on her bottom lip.

  “Are you going to take me home now?” she whispers.

  “I have a better idea.”

  6

  London

  Brody brings me to an amusement park.

  Even after he buys our tickets and leads me through the massive entrance, I still can’t believe it’s happening. The sounds of children screaming on the roller coasters awakens hope and excitement that has lain dormant in my belly for so long. I want to go watch the brightly-colored cars fly down the tracks and loop upside down. I want to watch for hours.

  And Brody seems content to let me, sitting beside me on a metal bench, the two of us unmoving in the midst of the chaotic crowd.

  He doesn’t say anything when I gape, tracking the progress of a car full of people as they are slowly cranked to the top of an incline and dropped, picking up enough momentum to complete a sideways spiral. My pulse races, my fingers itching for my notebook. So much time passes that I don’t realize it’s fully dark outside until Brody brings me a soft pretzel and a Coke.

  “Are we actually going to ride one of the coasters or just stare at them all night?” he asks me playfully, biting into his own pretzel.

  I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of his straight white teeth burying in the dough, his muscular throat working to swallow the bite. Even the hand holding the pretzel is hypnotic, because I remember what it feels like on my skin. On my bare knees, my cheek, my backside.

  What exactly is happening between me and my stepfather?

  We are seriously attracted to each other. That much is very, very obvious.

  But it runs deeper than that. Even now, I want to climb up onto his lap and have him stroke my hair. I want to tip my face up and get a kiss. I want to whisper that forbidden D-word and feel him grow aroused. And it would feel like the most natural thing in the world.

  It’s not, though.

  It’s not.

  I have to remember that.

  This man is married to my mother and he’s already given me two orgasms.

  We’ve kissed. He’s used his mouth between my legs, on my breasts.

  My body is already desperate for more. Not only for the physical release, but the emotional comfort I get from his touch, the connection between us.

  “What are you thinking about?” Brody asks, lowering the pretzel to his thigh.

  Until he asks the question, I don’t realize I’ve been staring at him.

  Specifically, his magical mouth.

  Behave. He told me to behave.

  What happened between us shouldn’t happen again. I might have a non-existent relationship with my mother, but I’m not the kind of person who wrecks a marriage. It’s definitely time to start reigning in my behavior.

  “Um.” Sitting up straighter, I push my fall of blonde hair back and smile. “N-nothing. I was thinking we should definitely go ride one of these suckers.”

  His smile crinkles the corners of his eyes. “Let’s go.”

  We walk through the busy park, the flashing lights glowing in the darkness around us. He lets me choose which one we’re going to ride and I pick one of the more classic, older rides in the park. “I always wanted to ride it when I was young, but never got the chance,” I say, as we take our place at the back of the line.

  “You drew this one a lot in your notebooks.” He settles a hand on my shoulder, shooting a tingle straight down to my toes. “But you made some improvements to it. Added a waterfall and some lighting effects.”

  Surprised pleasure fills my chest. “You remember that?”

  His thumb massages circles into the back of my neck. “I remember everything.”

  Am I imagining it? Or is the subtext that he remembers everything about me?

  Wishful thinking, London. He told you to behave, remember?

  “Yeah, the one thing I always think is missing from roller coasters is atmosphere. What about the music and strobe lights and smoke? There should be a storyline.”

  Another long stroke of of his thumb up into my hairline. “You’re going to do it yourself one day.”

  His touch is causing an answering clench between my legs. The fact that we’re being pushed into such close quarters by the people behind and in front of us really isn’t helping matters. My nipples are hard, tingling. We’re standing side by side, hips touching, but without the support of a bra, it’s impossible for him not to notice the points pushing up against the cotton of my T-shirt. The only indication he gives is some increased pressure from his massaging touch.

  More than anything, I want to turn in to Brody’s hard body and have his arms wrapped around me. He towers over everyone in line, his posture that of a man in control. A man who holds the reins to the universe. He’s left his police badge in the car, but he might as well be wearing it for the amount of authority rolling off his broad shoulders.

  I’m attracted to a lot more than his body, though. The way he keeps encouraging me…it’s the first time anyone has ever done that. And I’m actually starting to believe him. I’m growing hungry to set goals, professionally, and try and reach them. Back in the interrogation room, he trusted me. Believed me. It’s making me want to believe in myself and my abilities.

  “We’ve only talked about me,” I say, eager to know more about this man who has become a giant fixture in my life, literally overnight. “What about you, Brody? You haven’t been a cop in town long or I would have met you before. Where did you come from?”

  He seems a little caught off guard by my interest. “Baltimore.” He clears his throat. “That’s where I grew up. When my tour with the army ended, I applied for a job with law enforcement. Transferred south when the captain position opened.”

  “Of course you’re military.” I grin up at him. “It’s right there in how you stand.”

  His eyes narrow, lips twitching. “How do I stand?”

  “Like a drill sergeant.” My body turns toward him naturally, flirtatiously, the toes of my flip flops meeting the hard front of his boots. “Mean.”

  Brody takes a slow step closer, forcing me to tip my head back…and the move grazes our hips together, sending shivers of delight to my nerve endings. “Am I mean to you, little girl?” he asks, sliding a finger into one of the belt loops of my jean skirt.

  I pout up at him. “Uh-huh.”

  “Really?” He dips his head to speak beside my ear. “I might be a little mean when I want to get a point across, but ah, baby, it makes you so fucking wet, doesn’t it?”

  Heat spreads between my legs. “You said to behave.”

  “You make it hard to follow through when I can see the shape of your nipples through that shirt and you can’t stop looking at my mouth.” With the use of my belt loop, he tugs me up against him, making me gasp. “You thinking of how well it licked your pussy?”

  Stepdad.

  He’s your stepdad.

  Behave.

  If I don’t figure out
a way to put out this fire he’s lit inside of me, I’m going to climb him right here, in line for this roller coaster. There is something about the anonymity of the theme park. No one here knows how we’re related by marriage. No one knows us at all. We’re a man and his much younger girlfriend. A little unusual, but nothing illicit.

  If only they knew.

  Biting my lip, I turn so I’m facing away, but Brody clutches my hips and yanks my backside into the curve of his lap. Still, I try to overcome the flames licking at my inner thighs. “D-do you still have family in Baltimore?”

  “A sister.” His mouth falls to my neck, skating up the side. “You’ll meet her one day.”

  “Will I?” I breathe, shuddering when his right hand travels from my hip to my stomach, slipping beneath my shirt to rest there, right below my belly button. On my bare skin.

  “Yes, London. You will.”

  There is no mistaking the erection he presses to my backside, or the way he rocks against me, his breath hot against the crown of my head. We move with the flow of the line, stepping together, our bodies tightly pressed. My panties are soaked to the skin, my breasts heavy and aching. In this place, this park that doesn’t feel like real life, my inhibitions are fading into nothing. Maybe they never existed at all when it comes to this man, because it’s as though he was made for me. As though we were made for each other, drawn by a magnetic force.

  I don’t realize my eyes have closed, my body lost in the rhythm of his grinding movements, until Brody’s chest muscles flex and stiffen behind me. His fingers dig into my stomach slightly and there’s a wealth of possessiveness in that touch—and when I tip my head back and look up at Brody questioningly, I notice he’s looking at something up ahead. Following his line of vision, I see a group of guys my age leering at me.

  We’re in a dark part of the waiting area now, bathed almost entirely in black by an artificial rock overhang. No one is paying attention to us, save that pack of rowdy idiots, but the last thing I expect is for Brody to slide his hand further into my jean skirt and grip me intimately between the legs. At the same time, his teeth sink into the side of my neck, his hand massaging rhythmically, at such a perfect pace and strength my eyes roll back in my head.