by Rye Hart
He lifted up my dress, exposing my ass, and ran his hands over my soft flesh.
“Have you ever been spanked, Josie?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Because you've always been a good girl, have you?” he said.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Always.”
“Except when you didn't tell me about our child, that is,” he said. “That's being a very, very bad girl.”
“I'm sorry,” I whimpered. “So very sorry, Gavin. I was afraid.”
“Sh,” he whispered. “It's okay. I forgive you, Josie.”
My body relaxed knowing he wasn't mad at me. Still, his hand grabbed at my ass, squeezing it, his fingers pressing into my skin.
“Still, do you think you should be punished for not telling me?” he asked. “You were a very bad girl for doing that, after all.”
Deep down, I believed I should. What I did was wrong, and he had every right to punish me. Not only that, I wanted him to punish me. Wanted him to spank me. Wanted to feel the burn of his hand across the flesh of my tender little ass.
“Yes, Gavin,” I said. “I was very bad. I should be spanked.”
Gavin smiled and tapped my ass with the flat of his hand—just a small little smack. I hardly felt it at all.
“Harder,” I whimpered.
A low growl escaped his throat as Gavin drew back his hand a bit more, smacking it just a little harder this time. It still didn't hurt, not in the least, but I knew he was getting there. He was working me up to it.
“Harder, Gavin. I was such a bad girl,” I said, giving him a sultry little smile.
When he drew his hand back and slapped my flesh again, the sting was instant, and I yelped a little. The sting on my ass cheeks burned right through me, but my insides were on fire and yearning for more. Gavin brought his hand down again, smacking me hard and fast. I let out a cry, and begged him for more.
“Yes, baby,” I moaned. “Harder.”
“Playtime is over,” he said. “You've had your fun. Now it's my turn.”
The delicious sting still resonated across my skin, and I wanted Gavin to spank me a little more. He had other plans for me, though. He massaged my ass, and I felt my panties sliding down my legs. When he pushed them down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, and he flung them onto the ground behind him. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Gavin dropped his pants, his cock coming to life in front of me. Gavin caught me staring and he reached for something on a nearby table. He tossed it to me.
“Put this on over your eyes,” he said, his voice gruff and commanding.
I look and see that it's a blindfold, so I put it on, blacking out my view entirely. Everything is dark, and I'm left to trust Gavin entirely. He grabbed hold of my ass, and I feel him pressing his thick rod against my opening. I wiggled my ass and beg him to stick it in. My words earn me a sharp, hard smack on the ass.
“I didn't give you permission to speak, my pet,” he says.
“I'm sorry,” I say meekly.
I feel him step forward and he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward viciously as he slams his hard, thick cock into me at the same time.
“Oh God!” I cry out, my entire body spasming as he enters me in one powerful thrust.
My body wasn't prepared for that. Even though I was no longer a virgin, there's still a pinch of pain when he enters me. As he drives his cock into me, I feel like I'm being torn open. The pain mixes with the pleasure, leaving me reeling.
I stood on my tiptoes, and Gavin held onto me, fully sheathed inside me, filling me up completely. I feel him flexing and relaxing, moving ever so slightly inside me. I clenched up the muscles inside me, squeezing him back, drawing a throaty groan from him.
“Fuck, Josie,” he said. “I'll never get tired of your tight little cunt. It's the sweetest I've ever had.”
He pulled my hair good and hard as he started moving in and out of me, his hands holding my hips tightly.
With the blindfold on, I couldn't see anything. I could only feel, which only intensified every movement and sensation that was rippling through me. The pain mixed with pleasure was almost too much. And yet it was everything I'd dreamt about for months now, ever since the last time we'd been together.
The last time we'd fucked.
The last time I knew what true pleasure really was.
Chapter Thirteen
Gavin
No pussy had ever gripped my cock the way Josie's did, and now that I was inside her again, I knew this is exactly where I needed to be. Where I wanted to be. The red flesh of her ass and her begging for more was proof enough that I'd found my sub, my partner.
Josie didn't know it yet, but she was meant to be mine. And she would be mine.
I'd take care of her, make sure she had the best life possible. I would make sure she wanted for nothing. Make sure that she and our child would never go without. Fucking around with other women was fun, sure, when I was younger. But things had changed. My situation had radically changed. And now, I was ready to be a better man.
Because I was going to be a father. That meant everything to me.
I stroked Josie's back, running the tips of my fingers down her spine as I drove my cock into her. She shuddered and groaned, her ass pressing back into my pelvic bone, taking me deeper inside her. She was utter perfection, in every way, and I loved making her feel so fucking good. Not to mention the fact that I loved how I felt when I was inside her.
I had a week with her, and I intended to prove to her that we could have it all. The intense fucking, a healthy family, and that she'd never want for anything. That she would have whatever her heart desired and that I would take care of her.
Those thoughts were enough to distract me—at least temporarily—from the hot cum burning deep within my balls. I felt it rising, felt my balls growing tight with anticipation of release. Josie's tight little snatch was almost too much for me, her every movement milking me of my seed. Every moan that came from her sent me even closer to the top, and I tried to forget how smooth her insides felt. I tried to control my thrusting, but I couldn't, not for long. Not when it felt so fucking amazing. All I could do was grit my teeth and try to delay the inevitable as long as possible.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her cries growing louder as I continued pounding myself into the depths of her hot, tight little pussy.
“Come for me, Josie,” I demanded, feeling my own orgasm rushing forward like an oncoming train, and feeling just as powerless to stop it. “Come for me now, before I blow my seed deep inside your hot little cunt, my pet.”
My words seemed to drive her crazy, and she moaned, her entire body spasming as I spoke to her. She was a good girl with such dirty little desires, and I had every intention of fulfilling those desires—of letting her explore her every dark fantasy—over and over again.
“Come on, baby,” I said. “Come fucking hard for me, pet. Come on…”
My words were starting to become strained as I clenched my jaw and gripped her hips tightly. She squirmed, pressing back against me, just before her ass briefly pulled away from me. I grabbed hold of her hips tighter and pulled her right back, though, ramming my dick deep into her. She cried out, so I drove it into her again. And again.
I pounded her sweet little hole, fucking her with wild abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together blended with our cries of pleasure, echoing around the room and creating an erotic symphony that turned me on even more.
“Gavin, yes… Oh, Gavin… I'm—”
She didn't have to say the words, I could feel her orgasming all around my cock. Her pussy clenched down on my thick shaft, released it, and then clenched down again. Her hot little twat spasmed wildly, her body writhing as she gripped the pillows on my couch tightly.
The sounds coming from her were not words, they were screams, grunts, and moans as she came around my cock.
“Fuck yes,” I cried out.
I drove myself into her one more time, and
I exploded inside her, shooting my seed deep into her pussy, filling her up completely. I drove myself into her again, feeling my hot spunk spilling out of her pussy, running down the insides of her thighs.
Josie collapsed face-forward onto the couch, but I didn't dare move. The feeling of sitting inside her, of still being surrounded by the warmth of her pussy, felt amazing, even well after the orgasm that had gripped her body had passed. My cock, though, soon deflated, and I had no choice but to slip out of her, much of my semen coming with it, spilling out of the folds of her pussy.
Her ass was still bright red, the outline of my handprint plain as day. I ran my hand across it gently and stroked the smooth, soft skin before helping her stand. Josie seemed to struggle at first, wavering on legs that were like Jell-O, but I held her up, letting her rest against me. When I took of the blindfold and saw her blue eyes staring back at me, it made my heart skip a beat as I realized, definitely not for the first time, that Josie was the one for me.
“I'm not sure I can survive a week of this,” she laughed.
Stroking the hair back from her face, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Don't worry, it won't be all sex,” I said. “Just lots of it. I will let you come up for air now and then, though.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said. “That's big of you.”
She laughed, and rested her head on my shoulder, clearly exhausted. I picked her up in my arms, and carried her off toward my bedroom, where I gently laid her down on the bed—the bed we'd conceived our child. Once I had her laying down, I crawled in and curled up beside her. I'd unloaded all my energy into her, and I was beat. But, as we lay there in the dim silence of my quarters, I suddenly remembered something—she never did get to eat dinner.
“Where are you going?” she muttered dreamily as I got out of bed.
“To order you something to eat, my sweets,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Chapter Fourteen
Josie
The End of the Week
I was curled up next to Gavin, my entire body sore, but in the best way possible. I felt sated. My vagina ached from all the sex and the massive cock I'd had inside me, and my ass was sore from the spanking—something we both seemed to enjoy. Who knew?
Lila and Jason ended up sharing our suite, and to be honest, I didn't see much of either of them the entire cruise. I wasn't entirely sure they'd actually left the room at any point last night. At least I wouldn't have to worry about walking in on Lila with her ass in the air getting drilled from the back. Tonight was the last night of the cruise, though, and the four of us were meeting for brunch in just under an hour.
I rolled over and found Gavin just waking up, he yawned and rubbed eyes still full of sleep. Even with his long hair messy and his face stubbly, he was still the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes upon. We'd spent a lot of time together over this past week, and still, I didn't want to leave. “I guess today is the day,” Gavin said, planting a gentle kiss upon my lips.
“I know, don't remind me,” I sighed. “I don't want to leave.”
“Then don't,” Gavin said. matter-of-factly.
“You know I have to,” I said. “My mom needs me.”
My sister couldn't stay even a day longer, which meant I had to get home. There was no way I could hire an in-home caregiver, especially with a baby on the way. She needed me, even as much as I wanted to stay there, on that ship, with the father of my child. While it was too soon to say we were falling in love, there was definitely something more there between us. A connection I couldn't understand or explain.
Gavin needed a sub, and I needed a dom. I didn't know it until I met him, but I liked giving my control over to him. I liked letting him lead the way, sexually speaking. It was such a turn on and it helped ease the guilt in my brain. I'd come a long way from the first time we'd had sex, and he was slowly introducing me to all kinds of goodies he'd been kind enough to forego in our first encounter—whips, restraints, sex swings, and a whole host of other things I never imagined existed.
“You know I can take care of your mother too,” Gavin said. “I have the means to do so. And it would make me happy to make you happy.”
“I can't ask you to do that,” I said.
“Why not? You're having my child. It only seems fitting you'd stay here with me, allow me to care for you both,” he said. “If that means I take care of your mother too, so be it. I have no issue with that at all.”
My heart fluttered with so many warm feelings. The idea that he wanted to take care of me, after I'd been the one caring for others for so long, was so sweet it made me almost want to cry. I so badly wanted to agree, to say yes, so I could stay aboard this ship with him.
“I have doctors’ appointments and stuff too,” I muttered. “You know, baby stuff.”
“Like I said, we have a few days before we leave again,” he said. “We can stay in my condo in San Diego until then, get you to your appointments, and set sail again in a few days.”
“Oh God, that's so tempting,” I laughed.
“Then it's settled,” Gavin said. “I'll set up someone to care for your mother, and it'll be the best care money can buy. Your mother will want for nothing, I assure you.”
My eyes welled with tears. “Thank you, Gavin.”
He kissed me, long and hard, and I felt his erection pressing into me. I reached down, taking hold of his cock—and yes, I could now say cock without dying of embarrassment. Gavin had helped me with so much in the last week, including accepting the fact that I could enjoy sex without shame. It was a really liberating experience, one I'd been denied for so long.
I very much enjoyed his cock, and my body ached for him already, even though we'd fucked only hours before.
“Slow down, my pet,” he chuckled. “We have brunch with your friends, remember?”
“We can cancel,” I said as I nuzzled myself into his chest.
I stroked his long, hard cock through his pants and felt him shudder. With my hand gripping his cock, he wanted to cancel too. I could see it in his eyes.
“We can't,” he said, taking my hands off him and bringing them to his lips, where he kissed them gently. “But we'll have all the time in the world if you stay with me.”
“I'll stay with you,” I said. “Because there's nowhere else I'd rather be.”
EPILOGUE
Living life at sea was interesting, to say the least. Especially with a child. Colby Lamar was born in San Diego, and while we spent the early days on land, our first trip out to sea came when he was just under a year old.
It wasn't aboard the cruise ship, however. Gavin and I still frequented the cruises, when we had time, but most of our time on the water was aboard his yacht, which allowed us to sail wherever our hearts desired. Colby's first steps were aboard the yacht, with Lila and Jason present as well.
Gavin and I were sitting next to each other, our son sleeping in my arms, as we sailed down to Cabo. It was just going to be a short trip, just to see if our son loved the sea as much as his father, and so far, it appeared to be the case.
Lila and Jason had recently gotten engaged and we were going down to celebrate. Apparently, the singles cruise helped more than one person find their soul mate, because those two looked completely and utterly in love.
As did Gavin and me. My handsome, dominant man kept his promise—he took care of us. I was able to take some online classes while at sea, and when we got back to San Diego, I could finish my degree. I'd be a nurse. Not because we needed the money, but because that's what I wanted to do. Finally, I could do what I wanted. I wasn't tied down to my family.
My mom was getting the care she needed, better care than I could provide for her, and was recovering nicely. She was a little upset at me for getting pregnant before marriage, but after meeting Gavin and hearing that he was going to be in the child's life, she relented.
Plus it wasn't just Lila and Jason getting married in the not too distant future. Gavin and I had a wedding of our own to plan. He'd asked me right after I
gave birth to our son—a child that looked every bit like his father.
He wanted to make us a real family, and how could I resist? I love him, he loved me, and we simply worked together.
Our love story might not be conventional but in the end, we were happy.
Our son had his mom and dad, and he'd be spoiled rotten. Not just by his daddy, but by Aunt Lila who showered him with lavish gifts as well. Never before, had I experienced such luxury and ease of living. Never before had I felt so loved and valued.
can't get enough of.
STEPBROTHER ROMANCE: TABOO LOVER
A Bad Boy Step Brother Romance
CHAPTER ONE - VANESSA
“We're on in ten minutes,” Lucas, my father's Chief of Staff, said, tapping at his watch to emphasize his point.
My dad was pacing the room, his temper starting to flare as I desperately tried one more time to call my stepbrother, Carter, to see why he wasn't there as he promised he would. His mother, Andrea, was getting her makeup touched up nearby, seemingly unaffected by it all. She'd left it all on my shoulders to get Carter there and ready to go in front of the press.
“Carter, where are you? The press conference is starting in a few minutes and you're supposed to be here,” I said, my tone sharp after getting his voicemail again. “Call me back. Please.”
“I knew he was going to be a problem,” my dad growled as he continued to pace the room. “I goddamn knew it.”
His large, imposing figure was enough to intimidate most men, which had made dating a challenge when I was younger. But Carter had never been fazed by my father, mostly because it was obvious that he didn't respect him.
“I'm sure he will be here,” Andrea said from her seat, pressing her lips together and staring at her reflection in the mirror, looking for the slightest imperfection. “You know Carter, he's always running late.”