Taboo Step Surrender (Steamy Twenty Book Box Set)

by Steply, Virginia

  “Can I get you anything? I need a glass of water,” I asked him, drawing his attention to me as I stood there in my fitted little lace nighty.

  “Ahem,” Bryson cleared his throat and quickly looked away. “I’ll be fine thanks,” he replied in a gruff tone.

  My lips twitched up into a little smile as I watched him walk towards his bedroom, his head shaking as if her were trying to rid himself of naughty thoughts. Or at least, I hoped that was the case. I walked through the house and to the kitchen, tracing my fingers along my belly and down to my sex. I was wet with the anticipation of weeks worth of fantasizing. I’d wanted him for so long now it was like my entire body was continually on the edge of orgasm. ‘Soon,’ I pacified the ache in my belly.

  I filled my glass to the brim and took a small sip. Walking back towards Bryson’s bedroom with every intention of ‘grabbing the proverbial bull by the horns.” I couldn’t sit back and wait until he finally found some other woman to lie beside him at night. No, he was going to be mine, even if it meant I’d have to be a very naughty girl.

  I expected him to be in his bed, and thus walked sexily into his room through the low light. I placed the glass on the nightstand and whimpered softly as I crawled into bed.

  “Thanks again,” I whispered, just as I heard the water crank on in the bathroom.

  I laughed at myself as I realized I was alone in his bed. It wasn’t Bryson’s M.O. to shower in the middle of the night and my curiosity was piqued by his unusual behavior. I slipped out of bed and crept down the hall towards the dim light that shone around the edges of the bathroom door. He hadn’t shut the door tightly, and so despite the fear of getting caught, I pressed my eye to the little crack in the door and slowly pressed the door ever so slightly more open. I could see his hand, pressed over his head and against the wall near the showerhead. His body leaned forward at and angle, and through the steamy glass I could see the water running down his chest.

  My heart started at the sound of his voice, though I held myself perfectly still and silent.

  “What is she trying to do to me?” He groaned nearly inaudibly.

  His hand reached for my shampoo and he popped the cap, drawing in a long deep breath of the scent. My eyes had grown wide with interest, and I watched him intently as he turned the bottle upside down at his waist. My eyes strained to see through the increasingly foggy glass, but there was no mistaking the outline that stood prominently from him was in fact his hard, thick, cock.

  I covered my mouth with my own hand, afraid that I would make a sound and reveal myself as I watched him deliver a load of soap to his thickness. His hand replaced the bottle on the shelf and he gripped himself, tugging long, slow strokes over the length of his dick. I felt the wetness instantly soak through my panties, and I reached down to calm the intense ache. He was jerking off, and I knew exactly what he was thinking about while he did it.

  His strokes grew shorter and focused at the tip of his cock now, and every muscle seemed to ripple and strain at his effort. Bryson’s head collapsed against the wall and he let out a muffled groan.

  “I’d like to spank your naughty little ass, and make that tight pussy cum all over me.”

  I plunged my fingers deeper into my panties and sank them hard into my wetness. I was breathing as heavily as he was now, only now, I didn’t have the self-control to worry about him hearing me. I panted and fingered myself hard as I followed him to orgasm.

  “Fuck me daddy,” I whispered, my entire body convulsing hard at the sound of my words.

  With one hard stroke, I watched his cock plunge hard and deliberately into his grip. his entire body flexing as he let go. The two of us were both panting now, as I pulled my panties back into place and slowly tiptoed back into his bedroom.

  I could hear the water turn off, and for the first time ever my heart seemed to beat with a fearful anticipation. Before, it was my fantasy, and one which I was in control of. Now, I realized, it was his and I was no longer in control.

  “Are you still awake?” Bryson whispered as he walked near silently into the room.

  I didn’t dare move or speak, afraid that he would somehow sense my guilt for having spied on him. Bryson stopped at his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, glancing in my direction through the darkness. I kept perfectly still, peeking under my heavy eyelids as he dropped his towel. His cock hung heavy between his thighs and I felt a tingle of electricity as I secretly watched him dress. He came around to the far side of the bed and crawled beneath the covers.

  “Oh hey,” I called, as if his shuffling into bed had awoken me.

  I rolled over as and slid a little closer to him, biting my lip with nervousness as I placed my head the crook of his arm near his chest. He smelled good, a mix of body wash and the faint smell of my shampoo. I breathed heavily onto the hairs that lined his muscular chest.

  “Thanks again…” I whispered, draping my arm and thigh softly over him with feigned carelessness. I could feel his body grow tense as my curves embraced his muscular body.

  “It’s not a problem,” he said in a gravelly, deep voice. Bryson reached down and flipped a strand of my hair back and away from my cheek. “If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’m here for you.”

  I could feel the dull ache building between my thighs again. I shifted lightly, knowing that my thigh was pressing down over his cock. Bryson shifted as well, pushing my leg lower onto his thighs, thwarting my subtle advances.

  “You know, this feels really good.” I whispered. “But…I’m afraid that maybe something is wrong with me.”

  Bryson’s tone was serious now. “What do you mean wrong with you?”

  “…Well, laying with you like this, it’s making me feel…strange.” I finally said, too timid to say the words that were screaming through my head, words like ‘horny, hot, wet…naughty”

  “I don’t understand Ashley. Talk to me.” He encouraged me gently.

  I slid my thigh back up over his cock and paused in silence. “Well I just feel funny…” I bit my tongue and gathered every bit of nerve I had. Taking his hand I continued, “here.” I stared up at him with a doe-eyed innocence as I slowly placed his hand at the moist hot place between my thighs.

  I instantly felt Bryson’s cock pulse, and even though he quickly turned away from me, I’d felt him start to grow. I was more nervous then ever now but I’d already taken the plunge and there was no going back on my words or my actions. I had to press on, even if it meant losing him completely. I traced my fingernails softly down the back of his neck and traps.

  “Am I bad daddy?” I whimpered with a false shame.

  Bryson’s voice was strained as he tried to play the father figure, but even he couldn’t deny the heat between us. “What are you trying to do to me?” he groaned with exasperation.

  I pressed my lips against the back of his neck giving him a warm wet kiss and slowly tracing my teeth down his neck. Bryson couldn’t take it, and as he rolled over and pressed into me, I could feel exactly why. His cock was as hard as a rock, and it pulsated strong and hot against me. He buried his face in my cleavage as his hands drew my wrists up and over my head. Locking my arms in the grip of one of his strong hands, his lips met with mine in a fiery hot kiss.

  “Daddy,” I gasped with surprise and pleasure.

  Bryson’s eyes were intense, and even in the low light they made me shiver. His right hand slid down my body forcefully as he pressed my knees wide with his own. Dipping below my panty line his fingers groped at the eager young flesh that was aching and slick for him.

  “You are so wet,” he growled as his fingers pressed hard up and into me.

  I whimpered loudly, as Bryson’s fingers moved forcefully within me, massaging the delicate flesh into a frenzied ache. I needed him inside of me, I needed to feel Bryson fill me up with every last inch of his thick forbidden cock. Lifting me he pulled me lower onto the bed and his hands tore through the little lacey nighty, freeing my breasts violently. His lips
dove onto my nipples and his teeth clamped down over my nipples in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

  I reached down to him, trying to ease his progression. But my interference only prompted him to look up with a dark and controlling countenance. Bryson tore the nightstand open and pulled from it an object I didn’t recognize and set it on the bed beside me, he also pulled forth a set of leather handcuffs with which he tightly bound my wrists and clipped them onto the metal rails at the top of the bed. Turning, he gripped my ankles and also bound them until I was stretched out, in a half naked X, panting and wide-eyed. I never expected the fervor, which seemed to consume Bryson’s senses, but it left me wanting with a mix of lust and vulnerability.

  Bryson reached out and turned on the light, exposing my body to his wandering eyes. I watched as he slowly took in every thick curve, every mountain and valley, every freckle. He was seeing me for the first time, and he took his time to inspect every last inch of my body. Reaching into the bedside table Bryson pulled out a tiny piece of lace and bent down close to me, kissing my lips hard before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.

  He was so gorgeous, with dark brown hair, and preternaturally light blue eyes. His face was covered in thick dark stubble, which served to make him look all the more rugged, and emphasized the strong cut of his jawline. I shivered visibly as I he lowered the lacy blindfold over my eyes.

  “I’m going to take you now,” he breathed erotically at my neck.

  I quivered with anticipation, never knowing where his touch or kisses would fall. I inhaled sharply as his lips traced the delicate flesh between my thighs. My entire being tried to retract, begging to curl up defensively. But the binds were tight and my body was instead on edge, electrified by his every stroke and touch. My body bowed as his hands ran down my sides, from my arms, down the sensitive flesh at the edges of my breasts and over my curvy hips. I could hear him breathing, steady, long breaths.

  He teased and traced every last inch of my eager flesh, excepting the one place I wanted to feel his touch the most. My body was craving more, and just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment of teasing, his lips softly closed around my knotted pink pearl. I let out a desperate breath of relief as my entire body bucked against the sensation.

  His tongue whipped circles around my clit and made me cry out. He slowed his tongue, sucking my clit softly.

  “Like that,” I moaned loudly.

  Bryson didn’t stop sucking on my clit, but I felt as he pulled the foreign rubbery object from the bed beside me. I could hear him tearing at the plastic, and my mind went wild with curiosity. I had heard him fuck before, although, he didn’t know it. He had always been polite about his sexual escapades, but once I’d come home when I wasn’t expected. I heard the way he made her scream, a mix of pleasure and passion that I’d only imagined possible in a porno. I attributed her performance to her lust for money rather than my stepfather’s performance, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

  Bryson slid the object along my lips, spreading me apart as his lips continued to suckle at my pearl. With a twist Bryson pushed forward, and the sensation made my entire body clench with desire.

  “Oh,” I cried with pleasure as he slowly filled the deep ache within me.

  He slowly pulled back, and again thrust forward with force.

  “Snap.” I felt the sting on my rib cage as a tiny whip like device slapped hard against my skin.

  My entire body shuddered with confusion. “Snap, snap,” the little whip stung again and again as Bryson filled my wetness. My entire body was on fire now, each snap sending a wildly painful little surge that was equally challenged by the delicious assault between my thighs.

  “Harder daddy,” I cried out, wanting more.

  Bryson slapped the sensitive flesh of my breast and I let out a loud cry as the sting shot through my core. “Snap,” once again the whip came down hard on my, skin this time on the fleshy mound where his mouth had been. I quivered and screamed out loudly as three more painful snaps came in succession over my clit.

  And suddenly, Bryson pulled back. I bit my lip with anxious curiosity. Was I about to get another slap? Where would it come this time? My body was practically buzzing with anticipation. I breathed raggedly as I felt the hot stiff flesh press up to my lips. He was going to take me now, and my entire body was quivering with expectancy. His hardness parted my tight little ridges and I felt them stretching to give way to his massiveness.

  “Mmm-mm, damn you’re tight Ashley.”

  The words had hardly left his lips when I suddenly felt Bryson thrust his hips forward with such intense force that my body lifted off the mattress and stayed in place, only by the restriction of the ligatures on my ankles. The air in my lungs was expelled forcefully as his cock slammed into my tight little hole.

  “Uhhh-hh,” was the sound of my breath as it whooshed over my tongue.

  Bryson only growled as his hands met with my hips and he arched my back and worked his body against mine. I gulped at the air, struggling to catch my breath, to ground myself from the height of this pleasure. But he wouldn’t give me even a moment of respite. I cried out, loudly in ecstasy.

  “Cum for me baby, I want to see you squirt,” he demanded in a threatening tone as his thrusts grew slower and deeper than before.

  The change in momentum sent me over the edge. My orgasm came with an intensity that had not been previously matched. Every cell in my body seemed to contract, and from my tiny mouth came a loud and satisfying scream. I felt as Bryson tensed and he too let out a guttural moan. The sound of his pleasure was divine, and as if every cell in my body was programmed to follow his control, I felt a violent contraction and an explosion burst forth as my body, soaking him and the bed below me.

  I felt my cheeks suddenly red and hot, I couldn’t explain what had just happened, it had never happened in the past.

  “Oh god,” he exclaimed, making me even more red with mortification. “Mmm-mm,” he groaned as he pushed himself back and began licking me.

  “What happened?” I finally asked, unable to fully comprehend the wetness. “I’m sorry, that’s never happened to me before,” I said timidly.

  “You squirted,” he said in a low sexy voice. “You really haven’t ever done this before?” He asked, fingering me gently now as he softly kissed my tummy and thighs.

  “Hmm-mm,” I replied.

  Daddy’s lips traced slowly up my body, eventually finding mine and locking me in a sweet, salty kiss. I could taste my sex on his tongue.

  Bryson slowly unbound me and his body wrapped warmly around my own. His lips were close to the back of my neck now, and each breath sent waves of pleasure down my spine. My lips turned up into a smile as I sank further into his arms.

  “This feels good Bryson,” I finally admitted, slowly tracing my nails down at his palm and massaging his fingers.

  “You know Ashley, I’m not sure why I never considered it before.” He paused, his lips kissing the nape of my neck. “We’ve been so close for so many years and since the day I met you the only thing I ever wanted was to protect you and to keep you safe.”

  I felt my chest contract, my heart pulsing contently at his words. It was an unusual thing that I was feeling now, and I knew it was something I’d never felt before. As if a magnet had suddenly been turned on deep in my chest, and it was only content when pressed close to him. ‘Don’t you get it?’ My mind said sarcastically. ‘This is what love feels like.’ I took a sharp breath, perhaps it was as simple as that, the content feeling of peace and bliss, I was falling for him.

  Bryson’s deep voice brought me back from my own thoughts, “Maybe this is how it was meant to be all along Ashley. You and me against the world…?” His voice barely trembled as he spoke, as if he was hiding a much deeper emotion than he was willing to let on.

  I knew that he’d been hurt in the past. In fact, it seemed like Bryson had a long history of finding love unrequited. I knew that he was loyal, and honest, and beyond a shadow of a
doubt I knew that he cared for me deeply. I rolled over and stared straight in the eyes.

  “Are you saying that you want to give this…us, a try?” I pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss.

  His eyes burned into mine. I’d never felt the fire of his stare the way I felt it now. As if a hidden part of him had opened up to me. I shivered in his arms and he pulled me in closer and tighter to his firm chest. His scent filled my nostrils and I felt my sex pulse wanting for him.

  I pulled away and grinned at him shamefaced. “I guess this means I won’t have to fake nightmare in order to sleep in your bed…” I bit my lip.