by Amy Brent
CHAPTER 5
Brent offered her some wine after they’d relaxed for a while and asked if she was hungry. “I know that you ate, at least I hope you did.”
“I think we had some appetizers,” Cammy replied as she felt too heavy to move. Her body ached everywhere, but it was a pain that she never wanted to forget. It was a pain that she didn’t want to give up, and Cammy blinked as he kissed her shoulder.
“I’ll order some of the Thai that you like. They’re open late.” Brent reached over the bed to grab his phone and dial a number before he placed an order easily and hung up. He dropped beside her on the mattress and turned on the television as he too in her useless form. “Are you okay?”
Cammy moved to sit up and drink more wine before she forced herself to answer. “I’ve never felt like that. I’ve never cum like that or anything like that.” She looked up at him as he pushed her hair back with his hand. “What’s happening to me?” Her voice started to rise as he stroked her breast and nipple with one hand.
“I am teaching you how to give someone control. I am teaching you about the best sex that you could ever have,” Brent assured her as she stared at him with sad eyes, “I am giving you life, Cammy.”
She downed the wine, needing the intoxication to distract her from the overwhelming thoughts that she was having. Cammy knew that she was sinking to a dangerous level, but she talked herself out of being afraid as they ate on his bed with forks and more wine as they discussed the upcoming Stanley Cup Finals. Brent was always a sports fan, and Cammy had a close friend in school that was originally from Canada and had gotten into hockey back then. She argued her point with the reigning West Coast team versus the east coast team as he laughed and shook his head.
Moments like this made him seem more like her stepfather that took her in and loved her, and the guilt started to set in. She dropped against the pillows and Brent took notice. “Are you okay?” He asked as she nodded and stared at him.
“I just remembered growing up with you after you met Mom. I always felt so welcomed by you.”
“You still are, just differently. We grew into something different.” Brent looked at her. “Did that feel good to you?”
“God, yes.”
“It only gets better,” Brent promised her as Cammy shuddered and curled her feet up to her chest. They watched some of the scores quietly before he took the leftovers downstairs and she settled back. This was a comfortable room, and she knew that she could sleep in here, sleep in his arms.
“Shit,” Cammy said as she sat up when he walked back into the room wearing his shorts that he’d slid on to go back and forth through the house. She blushed as she realized that he was there.
“What’s wrong?” Brent asked as she looked down at the floor.
“I just thought that Tasha works tomorrow. I should go to my room.”
“Tasha works at nine. She also works in the rest of the house and has been instructed not to bother us in our rooms.” Brent stared at her as her mouth fluttered open and closed.
“She can’t find out that we’re doing this.” Her eyes were wide, and he closed the door and dropped his shorts easily.
“Doing what?” Brent asked as he pressed her back onto the bed and kissed her stomach. “What are we doing?”
There were so many things that she could say, but Cammy only allowed one word to cross her lips. “Fucking. She can’t find out that we’re fucking.”
“She won’t.” Brent moved his lips over her neck as she gripped his body and pulled him closer. He took her on her knees this time, hard and deep as she cried out his name.
They slept after that and Cammy woke up at eight to sneak back into her room as she dragged the imaginary tail between her legs. She crawled into her bed in her light and airy room as she looked around. She didn’t want this anymore, and Cammy closed her eyes as she tugged the sheet up over her naked body. She wanted to think that this was just sex and control for him, but this would end badly when it finally came to a close. They couldn’t repair what had happened between them, and Cammy started to cry softly in bed before she drifted off to sleep for another couple of hours.
Cammy got up and showered before she dressed in some shorts and a tank top to go downstairs. She looked into the mirror for a long time as she braided her hair over her shoulder, taking in every detail. There were no marks on her skin, nothing showing what she was doing with him. There was nothing in her face or her eyes that she could see, but Cammy knew that she was different.
Her core ached as she walked, but it was a pain that she no longer knew how to live without. There was a pain in her heart that she knew would only grow stronger. “Hi. Tasha.” Cammy smiled at their assistant as she went into the kitchen and poured some coffee. “How was your weekend?”
“Great. We went to Santa Barbara to see Gene’s parents for the day.” Tasha scrubbed something in the floor before she looked up at Cammy. “Yours?”
“Relaxing. I went to have drinks with Chloe. That was fun.” Cammy smiled as she looked around the house. As large as it was, it sometimes felt like it was closing in on her.
“How fun. How is she?” Having worked for them for a while, Tasha knew most of her friends, and they all loved her.
“Good. Summer and all.” Tasha told her that Brent had gone into the office, and Cammy nodded as she pretended to look at something out of the window.
“He was on the way out of the door when I arrived. That seems late for him.” Tasha noted.
It was. “Is it? I don’t really pay attention to when he leaves.” Lies. She had before and she would now. “I just like sleeping in.” She preferred early classes when she was in school so she’d have time to study and get some rest for the following day. God but she was a boring person. She helped Tasha make some French toast for breakfast and drank some orange juice as they talked at the small table that looked over the backyard. Tasha was in a great mood, and she talked about the brunch they’d enjoyed as Cammy tried so hard to listen to her but she found herself tuning her out.
She dressed in a traditional pink one piece and jumped into the pool to try and bring herself to life. This area only reminded her of the first time with Brent and Cammy swam laps to try and work out everything that was brewing inside of her. She felt so hot and cold as she kept playing her new relationship over in her mind and went over the wrongs and the rights surrounding it.
Cammy dragged herself wrapped in a towel to one of the chaise lounges and curled up in the shade from a tree to take a nap. She was so tired and needed just to stop thinking for a moment.
She woke up later and rolled over to look over the yard. Cammy looked up to the window on the third floor and wondered if he was there as she spread her thighs apart slightly. How many times had he jerked off watching her? Cammy blushed as she thought about the bikini that she’d worn before when she wanted some sun, but there was a part of her that hoped he’d see her. He had and now look where they were. The afternoon dragged on, and Cammy sat up to go back inside as she thought about actually doing something for herself this summer. She should get a job just to get out of the house.
Brent was in the kitchen talking to Tasha as she walked inside and her breath caught in her throat. “Hi.”
“Hello, Cammy. Tasha was just telling me that there are some fresh salmon fillets in the drudge for dinner. Sound good?” His voice was casual as he kept his back to her and Cammy struggled not to stare at his ass. She knew all too well what it felt like to grab onto it, and her face heated up as she walked to the fridge to stick her head in it. She grabbed some water to make it seem like she should be there and felt him looking at her. “So, is the salmon fine?”
“Of course. I like salmon.” She smiled as she opened the water and took a drink.
He grilled after Tasha left and they ate outside as he looked Cammy over in her suit. She hadn’t changed for dinner because she liked the way that he looked at her now and then when it seemed like Tasha wasn’t paying them any attention
. They cleaned up together, and Brent took her hand and led her to the door of the cellar as he gave her a long look. “Let’s try something new.”
He told her to undress and wait for him on the bed. She sensed his domination as she slipped the suit off and sat on the edge in a demure position and rested her hands on her legs as she stared at the dark hardwood floor. Brent walked towards her, and she didn’t look up as his muscular frame loomed before her. “You want me to dominate you. You want me to control your body, don’t you?”
Cammy nodded. She had no idea what that entailed, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
“Call me sir when you speak to me,” Brent told her in a soft but firm tone, and she nodded again. “We need a word that tells me to stop when you don’t like something.”
“Can’t we use that word? Stop?” Cammy asked as she looked into his eyes. She couldn’t imagine asking him to stop anything as they stared at each other. “I could say ‘Stop sir’ and you’ll know.” He cleared his throat as he loosened his pants.
“You could.” He swallowed as she looked at him. “I want you on your knees tonight on the bed. She moved to face the wall and lift her ass into the air as she watched him pull something from the sides of the bed. Brent tied her hands, giving her a little room but not enough to leave the bed. He stroked the skin of her ass gently as she moved towards him as best she could. “I am going to make this skin red tonight. I want to see how you take the pain.”
Cammy heard him leave her before one of the drawers opened and closed. “We’re going to do soft and hard.” He rubbed something over her back and ass as she sucked in her breath as he slipped a finger inside of her pussy. “I think you want this, Cammy.” She was soaked. He slid it deeper as he smacked the material against her ass and made it sting just enough to make her gasp. It reminded her of a towel against her body when she was younger and was hit as a kid by a friend. “Yeah, baby. You’re getting wetter for me.”
He hit her one, two and three more times as she jerked forward and buried her face in the soft red sheets of the silk comforter. It was a hint of pain, but she knew that there was more to come. The cloth was replaced by what she suspected was leather that dotted her ass as he smacked her a few times. “I love your red skin.” Brent slipped two fingers inside of her as she closed her eyes and rocked against him. She was so close to coming when he took his hand out and smacked her again. Cammy knew that she was red and possibly even wet before he held her by the hips and thrust inside of her. Brent took her hard and fast, and she pushed back against him even as her skin hurt and ached with the friction. “God, you’re so fucking ready for me, Cam. You’re so wet.” She came by the thirst thrust, exploding against him as she cried out with it and felt him take her in shorter movements before he was calling her name.
Brent pulled out and spread her legs as he fingered her to another orgasm. “I could watch this all day.”
He moved to release her hands and Cammy dropped onto the mattress on her back. Brent walked into the attached bathroom and walked towards her still hard as he leaned her head back over the edge of the mattress. Brent angled his body so his cock slid easily into her mouth and she closed her eyes as she took it all. He fucked her slow and deep as she let him slide back into her throat and swallowed when he came hard. Brent rocked back and fell on his ass as he looked at her and shook his head. “You’re something. You’ll take anything that I give you.”
“So far,” Cammy agreed as she wiped her mouth and flipped onto her side.
CHAPTER 6
They went back up to his room after they finished, though she knew that there was more. Brent placed her on the mattress and fucked her on her back as he held her hands above her head. “I like you confined like this. I like seeing you take my hits.” He thrust again.
“It feels good….. I….I want more.” Cammy told him as she wrapped her legs around him.
“I see how hungry you are,” Brent said as he shot inside of her again while she bit her lip and held in her scream. They collapsed onto the mattress, and he held her close as she took a deep breath. “How many times have you slept with other men?”
“Only three. They were all awkward and…fumbling. They never left me satisfied, only wanting for more.” Cammy shook her head. “I started to think that maybe I was too big for most guys.”
“You’re curvy. That’s a good thing.”
“Is it?” Brent nodded and kissed her neck as his hand moved to cup her breast. She fell asleep like that and woke up in the morning curled up against him as Cammy blinked and looked around the room. She saw that it was past eight, and she made her way to her room to crawl into bed and sleep some more.
The days passed by slowly until Brent came home from work one night with pizza. “I have a proposition for you.”
She poured some soda for herself and got a beer for him. “What’s that?”
“My assistant at the office is going on maternity leave next week, and I was wondering if you’d like to fill in until school starts. We could ride in together and leave together, and you’ll earn what she was making. It’s generous,” Brent suggested, and she looked at him as she brought plates to the small table. They were sleeping together every night, and she tilted her head.
“Work and home?” Cammy questioned, and he nodded.
“Yes. I can think of some things to do in the office,” Brent teased her as she flushed. They hadn’t advanced much from spanking, and she was craving more. “Consider it a bonus.”
“So what time is work?”
“We’ll leave at seven,” Brent told her as she took a bite of the pizza and nodded. They went to his room and watched a movie before he set the alarm for the next morning. Brent took her that night but it was softer this time, and he held her closer as they went to sleep. She woke up later than planned and rushed to her room for a quick shower before she pulled her hair into a low bun. Cammy pulled on a black pencil skirt and a purple silk shirt with some heels as she added a quick coat of mascara and gloss before hurrying downstairs. She was going in to be trained today so it wouldn’t be just her and Brent and Cammy wanted to come off as professional as possible.
They sipped their coffee in travel cups as he drove and she looked over the morning sky. Cammy loved mornings. She glanced at Brent in is a suit and licked her lips as she blushed. “You look like that guy from that book. Christian, I think?”
“Did you read that book? Is that why you’re with me?” Brent asked her as he pulled to s smooth stop.
“I wanted you since before I knew anything about that.” She stared forward as she lied just a little. She had been attracted to Brent but after knowing his lifestyle, she’d wanted him more. Cammy had craved it.
The office was bustling as she kept up with him and met a pregnant Christina. Her left hand boasted a huge diamond ring and Cammy did her best to take note of everything she was taught. Brent’s assistant kept track of everything for him and handled appointments as well as doing some of the office tasks. “So you’re the wife’s daughter?” Christina asked as she sipped a decaf green tea at the desk as they took a short break.
That summed it up. “Yeah, I am.”
“It’s perfect for you to help. Mr. Daniels speaks highly of you,” Christina noted as Cammy cracked open a soda. “He says you’re doing well at UCLA.”
“Yeah, I am. That’s nice,” Cammy said as she knew that was all that he’d say about her. They couldn’t be more.
They ended the day by picking up some Mexican food on the way home and ate outside. “You did well today. Want to train anymore with Christina or take the week off?” Brent asked as he looked at her in the lights that came on around the yard.
“I think I’ve got it. Do you?” Cammy asked as she looked at him. She knew that Lisa was back and would appreciate a pool day, but she didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Yes. I like the idea of you being there, though.” Brent assured her as she smiled and sipped her soda. “Do you have plans?”
“I was thinking of having Lisa over. She’s been gone,” Cammy told him as he nodded.
“Take the week off. Enjoy yourself.” Brent took his plate inside, and she followed with her own as they washed up. Cammy led the way to the door tonight, and he followed her downstairs as she smiled. “What are we doing down here?”
“What do you want to do?” Cammy asked as she turned to face him.
“I want you naked except for the heels. I want you on that bed riding my face.” They stripped off their clothes, and he moved onto his back as she crawled over him.
Cammy realized that he’d never kissed her. Brent rolled over and moved to the nightstand as he pulled something out. “Come here.” She knelt before him, and he clamped something to her nipple as she looked down. “Like it?”
It hurt, but she moved around as she nodded. Brent added the same to the other nipple and tugged as she arched her back and moaned his name. “Look up.”
Cammy glanced up to see a bar hanging from the ceiling, and she stared at it. “What do I do?”
“Hang on,” Brent said as she reached up and he moved under her body. “Tight.”
She gripped it as he slipped his face under her pussy and sucked her into his mouth. “Oh God.” His tongue dragged over her and teased her clit as she struggled to hang above him before he started sliding his tongue inside of her slow and hard. Cammy rocked with him as she felt her body responding and she felt his body slide and his cock under her. Cammy lowered herself on him and let go of the bar as she started to move over him. Fingers gripped the clamps and tugged as she cried out and tried to keep up with him before he pushed her down and started to fuck her. “Brent.”
“Do you like fucking your stepdaddy?” His voice was harsh as she nodded and started weeping.
“I love it. I live for it,” Cammy replied, and he took her deep and rough as his chest brushed against her throbbing nipples. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder.” She came with a scream as he stilled and rocked into her slowly as she slipped her hand over his shoulders and looked into his face.