by Amy Brent
I finally gave in and my hand darted out and I snagged the vibrator up, jumping onto my bed and wriggling out of my denim shorts (shorts were winter wear in Florida). I kicked them off to the side, opened my laptop and went into my secret bookmarks. I’d found a great porn site my freshman year and had constantly been visiting it’s ‘step-dad’ category for years now.
Even though I was alone, I still put headphones in. There was something sexy about having moaning right in your ear. I plugged my headphones in, pulled up my shirt and closed my eyes. I skipped through the dialogue like I always did and sighed as I rested a hand on my sizable breasts. They weren’t spectacular, but they filled out a b-cup nicely. I squeezed and released the soft tissue, my fingers flicking over my nipples. Each little touch gave me goose bumps and before long I could feel my cheeks going red and a knot of heat forming in my belly.
A soft moan escaped my lips and I turned my head to the side, eyes fluttering open so I could watch the older man in the video, kiss the woman’s thighs before he spread her open as his tongue dipped into her pussy.
Another gasp left me as my hand moved to the other breasts, massaging it. The man in the video had just a little bit of grey at his temples, just like James, but this guy wasn’t as handsome as James. I’d never seen a man as handsome as James. Not even in magazine and movies.
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and let my fingers work their way further south, teasing my belly. I dug my fingers into my hip bones just hard enough to elicit a groan and leave tiny red marks. I watched the screen as the man flipped the girl over and gripped her hips, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her back, causing her to cry out. Her face was twisted in an expression that spoke to the pleasure she was feeling. He leaned over her so that he could whisper in her ear and the words sent shock waves of pleasure through my body.
“Call me Daddy.”
The woman in the video responded, but so did I. “Daddy...” I whispered, dropping my head back onto the pillow as my back arched.
I didn’t dare close my eyes, knowing what was coming. I had the vibrator in hand now and had slid my underwear halfway down my thighs. I was quivering with anticipation, knowing what was coming next. Right as the powerful man pushed the woman forward and slid his thick cock inside of her, I mimicked the action with Black Dynamite. It was thick enough to cause a dull, pleasant ache and when I turned it on, I closed my eyes, calling out.
“Daddy!”
I panted and moaned, opening my eyes to watch the man pound into the woman so hard, she jolted forward with each thrust. She gripped the edge of the bed as my fingers tangled in my sheets. I set my rhythm to the man’s, panting as I imagined James leaning over me. I imagined his powerful body moving in time with his own as his hand pressed against my mouth so hard I’d struggle to breath. I imagined his thick manhood sliding in and out of my dripping pussy as his hand wandered to my neck.
I imagined the things he’d do to me and the things he’d call me. Would he call me baby girl? Would he call me slut? I didn’t care. I just wanted to hear him when I came. I panted hard, my entire body tensing as I came to the edge. I pulled Black Dynamite out of me and turned the speed up, placing the tip on my clit and BOOM. Stars exploded behind my eyes and all I could see was a searing white light. I was on the verge of tears, crying out repeatedly.
“Daddy! Daddy! FUCK!” I moaned, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over my body.
Finally, I went limp and fell back into the bed, panting and spent. I fumbled blindly to shut the lap top and yanked the headphones out of my ears. It wasn’t until then that I opened my eyes and saw something that would make me freeze in absolute terror.
James was leaning against my door frame, eyes fixed on me.
Chapter Two
For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t do anything. I just stared at him, my cheeks read and my eyes wide. My legs were still shaking from the force of my orgasm, and my chest was still rising and falling rapidly. There were so many thoughts running through my mind as I raised my gaze to meet his. I couldn’t do it. I turned my head away, cheeks flushed and eyes burning with the threat of tears. I didn’t want to break. I didn’t want to let him see the fearing and crippling embarrassment behind my shock.
I didn’t even stop to ask myself why he was staring. That wasn’t even registering at the moment. All I could process was the fact that I was on my back my vibrator still buzzing against my ankle while I recovered from an extremely intense orgasm.
“Get dressed and come downstairs,” James said simply.
Panic hit me like a gut punch. There was a lump in my throat I was desperately trying to swallow. I waited until James left before pushing myself up and running my shaking hands through my hair. I wasn’t shaking from pleasure anymore. I was terrified that he’d heard me and was planning on throwing me out. What if he thought I was disgusting or sick?
My stomach rolled with dread as I slipped on pajama pants and a hoodie. I moved slowly, wanting to give myself time to collect my thoughts before facing him. What was I going to say? I slowly made my way downstairs, my heart slamming in my chest so hard that I was sure it was going to just jump out.
As I rounded the corner to the dining room, I saw James out of the corner of my eye. I was still staring at the floor, cheeks hot and my mouth dry. I settled in the chair across from him, wanting to keep as much distance between us as possible. I wasn’t worried that he’d hurt me. I was worried about the sting of his words and cut of his disappointment.
I wanted James. I couldn’t deny that. My body screamed for him whenever he was around, but he’d also been a parental figure to me and I never wanted to disappoint him or let him down and now I felt I had. I didn’t want him to be repulsed by me or hate me. I wanted him to love me and hold me. I’d had that in some form and now I was afraid I was going to lose even the fatherly affection he offered me.
“What were you doing, Aria?” He asked softly, his voice even and calm.
I glanced up at him, eyes wet with tears. Was he going to make me answer? “I thought it was pretty obvious,” I murmured softly.
He slammed a hand down on the table and I jumped, squeezing my eyes closed. “Answer the question.”
“I was touching myself! I was getting off!” I said quickly, the words flying past my lips before I could even consider what I was saying.
He nodded and leaned back, his expression unchanging. I wanted to scream at him or throw something at him. I wanted to demand that he tell me what was going on. I didn’t like how quiet he was being. He’d just walked in on his step-daughter masturbating and now he was demanding I tell him what I was doing. He was playing some kind of game and I couldn’t quiet figure it out.
His tongue flicked over his lips and his eyes burned into me. I met his gaze finally and after a moment the shame made it impossible for me to make eye contact. I covered my face with shaking hands. The only reason I knew he stood up was because of the squeak of the chair. He came around the long dining room table and put his hands on my shoulders, leaning down so close that I could feel his warm breath against my neck. I shivered and sucked in a breath as he started to speak.
“What were you saying?” he demanded
“I…I don’t know.”
“Don’t lie to me, girl. You know I don’t deal with liars.”
My bottom lip was trembling and all I wanted to do was cry. I wanted to run away and never look back. I was mortified.
“I was saying ‘daddy’,” I finally whispered, my voice weak.
“And who were you thinking about?”
Why was he doing this? Why was he torturing me? I tried to hold it together, but the tears were starting to pour down my cheeks. Since I couldn’t stay calm, I tried to lean away, but he pulled me back against the chair.
“Answer the question, Aria.”
I let out a shaking sob and finally I answered. “You! I was thinking about you, alright?!” I snapped, trying to wriggle out of his grip.
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br /> He kept a firm hold on me and finally reached up with one of his hands and pulled mine away from my face. He leaned in and pressed a painfully tender kiss to my cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. The affection was familiar. He’d wiped away many of my tears and kissed me on my cheek too many times to count. His actions weren’t strange, but the intentions behind them were. I didn’t know what he was getting at, but all I could feel was fear and confusion.
I turned to look up at him, my eyes wide. “J-James?”
He smiled softly and brushed his fingers alone my jaw. “Call me daddy,” he whispered, his lips still pressed to my cheek.
I was still staring at him as he pulled away. “What?” He’d never asked me to call him dad, not even when I was a kid.
“Am I not speaking clearly? Call me daddy,” he said again, running his hand over his greying beard.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got lost in my throat. I swallowed thickly and tried to collect my thoughts, but I wasn’t having much luck. I watched as he grabbed one of the chairs and turned it away from the table, sitting in it and motioning for me to come close. I was half tempted to bolt out of the room, but I knew I couldn’t deny him.
I moved closer and he pulled me into his lap, forcing me to look at him. He held my chin between his fingers and leaned into my ear so he could speak in a soft growl. “You will not touch yourself without my permission, do you understand?”
“I…,” I didn’t understand, but I didn’t want to argue. The longer this went on, the more confusing it got. My mind was hazy from the orgasm and sheer exhaustion. It was starting to get late and I wanted to curl up in bed. Finally, I answered him. “I understand.”
He nodded. “Good girl,” he said, running his hand down my back.
I shivered and looked at him, my brows pulled together. “What’s going on, James?”
The hand that was rubbing my back suddenly pulled away and he swatted my ass. I yelped and jump, more out of surprise than pain.
“What did I tell you to call me?”
I swallowed and chewed my bottom lip. “What’s going on…Daddy?”
“That’s my good girl,” he purred, running his fingers through my long, black hair. “I know this is a lot for you to take in, but I will make sense of it in the morning,” he said tenderly. “I will have to punish you for touching yourself without my permission, but tonight I want you to rest. I know that your mind must being going a hundred miles a minute.”
Punishment? I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to point out that he wasn’t helping things. I wanted to beg him to tell me what was going on so that I could get a decent night’s sleep but something told me that I just needed to keep my mouth shut and listen.
I nodded slowly and stood, but before I could get too far he stood and pressed a kiss to my temple. “I’ll make it all clear tomorrow, darling.”
Darling.
The word echoed in my mind and made my mouth dry. I watched him go to the bar before I scuttled up the stairs and closed the door, my hand to my chest as I tried to accept and take in what had happened. Was this even real? What did he mean by punishment? Why was he calling me ‘good girl’?
I wasn’t sure, but I knew I’d find out when morning came around.
Chapter Three
My mind was still running laps when I went upstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mess on my floor. My clothes were still laying around in indiscriminate piles on the floor. Black Dynamite was on the floor as well and I felt a strange surge of anger when I looked at it. I grunted and kicked it under the bed, listening as it rolled and slapped against the wood flooring.
I stood up and started to tuck shirts away into drawers and hang sweaters up. I’d be home for a while, so I might as well get comfortable. As I reached up to hang my college hoodie, I dropped my hand, frowning just a little. Would I be staying here a while? James had been kind to me downstairs and had even kissed me. He called me darling and ‘good girl’, but did that really mean anything? The words made me sudden with silent pleasure and I found myself wanting to hear them over and over again. The way the words slipped from his lips like silk gave me goosebumps and while a part of me felt guilty, there was an even bigger part of me that was willing to indulge in this fantasy.
My brows knit together and I rubbed my temple before finally shoving the sweater in the closet and settling on the edge of the bed. I was worried. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t. Everything was so up in the air, but I knew sitting around wondering about it wasn’t going to help anything. The best I could do was go to sleep and hope for the best when morning came around.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
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The sun rose the next morning, despite my silent hope that maybe the world would end while I was sleeping. I did want to wake up and deal with the shame of everything that had happened the night before. I rolled out of bed and got ready for the day, taking my time in the shower, trying to put off the inevitable.
When I finally got dressed, I decided on a short pink sweater and a pleather skirt with a little a body. I sighed as I raked my fingers through my hair and went downstairs, my hands shaking just a little. I ran my hands along the smooth banister as I finally came to the foyer and turned into the dining room.
James was already seated at the dining room table, glasses with their trendy back frames sitting on his nose. He had his finger on a document, clearly reading through each and every line carefully. It wasn’t unusual to see him bent over a document so I didn’t think much of it when I finally settled across from him.
At first, he didn’t acknowledge me and just kept reading. After a few long moments, he closed the manila folder and glanced at me.
“Good morning, princess.”
I cleared my throat but replied, my voice quivering. “Good morning, Daddy,” I whispered, remembering his request from the night before.
A smile pulled at his lips and he chuckled, leaning back in the tall, mahogany chair. “You remembered.”
“Kind of hard to forget.”
“Fair point.”
A silence passed between us and I cleared my throat again. “You said you’d explain everything.”
He nodded and slid the manila folder across the table. My heart started pounding as I took it and held it in my hands. Was he going to disown me? His signals were so mixed and I didn’t know how to handle it or what to think of it.
I swallowed and slowly opened the folder, setting it out on the counter. When I saw what was inside, my brows furrowed in confusion. It was a contract. I put my finger to the paper, reading through the points it outlined.
“This says that we’re entering into an agreement? That I will…serve you?” I asked, my eyes wide.
He nodded and crossed his legs. “Yes. I want you to be my baby girl. I will take care of you, give you all the love and affection you need and support you financially and you will serve me how I see fit.”
Judging from the document, he meant that I would be serving him sexually. My heart began to race as I read through each bullet point. He wanted me to be his house wife and to ‘service’ him whenever he requested.
“This is a contract. It does not become binding until you sign, however, if you agree to these terms then our relationship will change forever.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Is this real? Like…Do you mean this?” I whispered.
“Of course I do. I understand that this might be a bit awkward, given our previous relationship, but I have watched you grow into a beautiful young woman, and my feelings about you have changed as you’ve gotten older. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this, but I imagine we’re both feeling similar things.”
Slowly, I stood and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He held me and pulled me into his lap, his strong hand on my back. “I’ve…I’ve felt so much for you for so long. I thought you were going to throw me out of the house when you found out I….I thought about y
ou like that.”
He turned and kissed my cheek. “Not at all, darling, we’re both adults now. We can make our own decisions. This isn’t something you should feel ashamed about. If it’s how you feel, then you should embrace it. So…What do you say? Do you want to be my baby girl?”
I didn’t really understand the difference between being a ‘baby girl’ and being a girlfriend, but I knew that James would teach me. A shiver ran down my spine and I stood up, going to the document and signing it with long, flourishing strokes of my pen. When I finished I closed the folder up and walked over, handing it to him.
He smirked and took the folder, setting it on the table before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me over his knee. I gasped when I suddenly found myself, bent over his knee like a little girl in trouble. I’d never been spanked growing up, but I’d seen it happen in movies…And a lot of pornos.
My fingers curled in his slacks and I whimpered as I felt something firm pressing against my belly. Was that his cock? God, I hoped so. I chewed my bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped my lips.
It all happened so fast it made my head spin. James grabbed the hem of my skirt and yanked it up, exposing the pretty pink panties I wore underneath. My cheeks flushed and my face felt hot, but I didn’t fight him. I wriggled excitedly, my toes curling as a familiar warmth started to stir in my belly. I wanted this. I’d never realized it before, but I wanted whatever he was going to do to me.
“Daddy?”
He ran his large, warm hands along the bare skin on my thigh and I gasped softly. He chuckled as his finger dipped just underneath the hem of my panties. “Yes, baby girl?”
“Is this…My punishment?”
“You’re catching on,” he murmured, still rubbing slow circles, though his hand had moved up to the round of my ass.