by Amy Brent
“I can run into the office for a bit. Want me to drop you off so you won’t have to worry about driving?” Brent asked her, and Cammy thought about his offer. She wasn’t a big drinker by nature but right now her head was a mess. “I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready.”
“I guess, yeah. You don’t mind?” Cammy asked, and he gave her a long look.
“I don’t mind doing anything you need,” he responded as she shivered. They left a few moments later in his newest car, some fancy sports car that was as smooth as silk when he started the engine. Cammy sat back in the leather seats and watched as they began the turns through the neighborhood before they reached the city. “Just you and Chloe?”
Cammy looked at him. “Yes, you know I’m not into meeting guys at a bar. Right? It’s not my thing.” She didn’t add that no man that she could meet would ever stack up to Brent but the look she had on her face when he stared at her probably conveyed her thoughts just fine, given the slow smile that crossed his stunning face as he looked back towards the road. Brent pulled up to the cute little restaurant and parked at the curb as he looked at her.
“You’re mine, Cammy. No other man is to touch you tonight or at all while we’re involved.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Does the same apply to you?”
“Undoubtedly,” Brent assured her as she nodded and licked her glossed lips. Cammy slipped out of the car and turned to look at him. “Text when you’re ready to come home. I’m close by.” She nodded and left the car to walk through the glass doors, looking for Chloe even as she was aware that he was pulling away. Her friend was sitting in a small booth and waved with a smile on her pretty face.
“Hey, Cam. It’s been a while. How’s your summer going?” The bubbly strawberry Blondie asked as Cammy joined her at the table.
“It’s been nice not going to class, but I think I’ve been pretty lazy.”
“Who dropped you off?” Cammy looked over to see a clear view of the front door and the curb from where they were sitting. “That car was gorgeous!”
“That was Brent, my step dad. He was coming into work, and that means I can drink more since I don’t have to drive,” Cammy replied as Chloe smiled.
“That hot step dad…goodness, that man. You’re so lucky that he kept you there, even though my mind goes right to some naughty porn plot with how gorgeous he is,” Chloe winked as she teased Cammy and Cammy silently agreed with her. Everything about this situation was like a taboo porn movie.
“I wasn’t a small kid when Mom died, so I guess he figured I wouldn’t be much trouble. I am very grateful to him for letting me stay there and helping me out. It’s been a lifesaver,” Cammy told her as Chloe nodded. The waitress came over, and the girls ordered a large order of nachos with a few happy hour margaritas to start their night off. Cammy enjoyed the sweet, refreshing drink as she chatted with Chloe about school, friends, and guys.
“You look happy. Are you seeing someone?” Chloe asked as Cammy came close to spitting out the sip that she’d just taken. She managed to regain control of herself and shook her head slowly.
“That went down the wrong pipe.” Cammy sipped her water slowly. “No. Nobody. How about you?”
“Just Daniel sometimes. It’s a mess, but I can’t stay away from him,” Chloe went on to tell Cammy about her on again, off again boyfriend before she glances across the room and laughs. “We are getting looked at. Very cute guys!”
“What?” Cammy asked as she turned her head to see some very southern California guys looking their way as they smiled at her. Normally, this might be her thing, but Cammy knew that her heart belonged with Brent, as wrong as it was. “I don’t know, Chloe. I can see them look at you but me?”
“Guys like all shapes and sizes, Cam. You’re gorgeous.” Chloe told her as she watched the guys stand and walk over towards them. The brunette introjected himself as Nathan, and the Blondie was Jackson, and they scooted into the small table and ordered another round of drinks. Cammy talked and laughed with them as she sipped her drink, but she kept playing back her conversation with Brent as she watched Chloe and Nathan get closer and closer with each passing moment. They were close to kissing when she felt Jackson nudge her and clear his throat.
“I think we’ve lost them. Would you like to get out of here?” His lips were close to hers, and Cammy blinked as she hated herself for only thinking of Brent. She was pretty certain that Jackson had a job as a successful lawyer and was perfect in most girl’s heads, but he did nothing for her.
“I actually work early tomorrow. I’m sorry,” Cammy hated the lie even as she said it and Jackson’s face fell into a disappointed expression. He’d been flirting heavily, and Cammy didn’t realize that she’d been acting that responsive. Cammy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and she sat on the toilet as she slipped her phone out of her pocket. Had it been three hours since they arrived? No wonder she felt so tipsy, yet still not at all attracted to Jackson. She managed to send Brent a text that she was ready and leaned back to wait for a response as she stared at the canary yellow paint on the wall.
I am leaving right now. Take your panties off, Cammy. I want you bare when you get into my car.
Holy holy…Cammy read the responder a few times before she let it sink in. Bare…Brent wanted her naked. She finished her business in the bathroom and slipped her lace underwear off before rolling them into a ball and shoving them into her purse.
Every breeze seemed to blow up her skirt and over her bare folds as she made her way out of the restaurant with barely a look towards her table. Cammy pushed the door open and looked up and down the street as she stepped outside. The cool air traced her naked skin and Cammy heated up as she saw the silver car ease up to the curb. Brent was inside with an angry look on his face, and she stumbled towards the door with a soft cry. “Are you drunk?” Brent asked as he rushed out of the car and leaned over her where she’d tripped to the cement.
“I had a few margaritas, but I’m fine.” She tried to gather her dress around her as Brent lifted her and moved her towards the car as one of the men opened her door.
“Thank you,” Brent told him as he secured her inside with a dark look before going to his side of the car. He had revved the engine before he pulled out into traffic and she let her breath out. “How much did you have to drink?”
A few, I don’t know. I didn’t have to drive, and the guys kept buying them,” Cammy replied as he stopped at a light and turned to look at her.
“What guys?”
“Chloe invited them to sit down. I didn’t want them there.” They merged onto a freeway, and she felt Brent’s hand on her leg.
“Did you obey me?” His voice was quiet as she nodded.
“Yes, sir.” His hand slipped over her thigh and under her skirt as he touched her wet pussy with his fingers. “Oh fuck.”
“Bare and soaked. How long have you been like this?” Brent asked as he drove in the dark while his finger entered her.
“Since…I…messaged you,” Cammy replied as she spread her legs and dropped back into her seat.
“Did you get wet from me or did one of these guys make you this way?” Brent asked as she panted and felt him slide deeper.
“Only you. It will only ever be you,” Cammy told him as she felt him add another finger and start to manipulate her clit with his palm. “I want you, Brent. I want to fuck you so bad.” The alcohol was making her lose whatever inhibitions that she’d had, and all of the truths spilled out. They stopped at a light, and he continued to spread her open with his hand as he told her all of the things that he wanted to do to her as Cammy lost herself in a sloppy orgasm that dampened his hand and her dress. She curled up on the seat as he finished the drive to the house and felt herself sobering up with the realization of what she’d just done.
Brent pulled up into the garage and closed the door behind him. “Come inside,” he told her as Cammy blinked and followed him into the kitchen. “I am going to get some wine.
I want you naked and on my bed waiting for me upstairs.”
“You do?” She asked as he nodded at her. Cammy gripped her purse, and she walked to the stairs on shaking legs before she walked up to the third floor. She’d wanted to be in control with this, but everything had come out in the car with her ridiculous pleas. Brent didn’t want a kid to tell him all of the awkward stuff that she wanted from him. He wanted a woman that did what she was told but wasn’t she that woman as she pushed open his bedroom door? Reality and fantasy blurred together as she moved to the bed and slid her clothes off. Everything felt too tight, and she dropped the dress and sweater to the floor before she remembered the underwear in her purse.
Cammy got them out and dropped them onto her pillow as she tried to remember a time when her mom was still here. The memories faded with every year, and now the room smelled like Brent as she dropped onto the pillows and took a deep breath. It was all Brent, and Cammy looked around to see a bachelor’s bedroom, complete with a huge television and king sized bed with warm brown paint on the walls.
The door opened again, and she looked as Brent walked in with a couple of glasses and set them on the table by the bed. “I want you to masturbate for me, Cammy.” She gulped and stared at him as he sipped from one of the glasses. She’d always wanted to do that for someone, not just anybody. She wanted to do it for Brent, and here he was asking her to. “Touch that dirty cunt for me. Make it spit for me again.” Her fingers slid between her legs as he took a seat at the end of the bed and watched carefully. This was a welcome sensation to her, but the idea of him watching her made it that much hotter as she stroked and touched herself before sliding some fingers inside. “How many times have you done that with me in mind?”
“So many.” Cammy keened as one of her most secret dreams came true and she came with him watching her. Cammy couldn’t stop touching herself, and she rubbed her clit fiercely as he watched to cum again. “Oh my God. I am so horny right now. I don’t want to stop cumming for you.” Cammy jerked as another explosion dampened her fingers and she gripped the sheet with her hand.
Brent dropped between her legs and held her hand in his as he dipped his tongue over her to lick her. “Honey. You taste like fucking honey.” He licked her again before drawing her clit into his mouth. “I want to lick you until you’re wet and begging for me to take your tight cunt. My cock is ready for you, Cammy.”
“Give it to me. Give me your cock. I need you to fuck me hard.” He shoved her legs apart and licked her thoroughly as he found every fold and taste of her juices. Brent spread his fingers over her nipples and spread her taste onto one before he started fucking her with his hand again and sucked it off with his teeth.
“Are you ready for me?” Brent asked, and she reached for him as she tugged at his shirt. Brent stood and dropped his clothes to the floor before he reached into the drawer of the nightstand. “I am getting you on something, we don’t need these. I need to feel you bare.”
“Are you safe?” Cammy asked as she watched him cover himself and look over her body.
“I always fuck without a condom, if I fuck at all. Sometimes I spank them and watch them come before I shoot all over their backs. It’s not always about sex but with you…I can’t wait any longer,” Brent told her before he moved to the bed and drew her feet to his shoulders. Cammy watched as he positioned himself before her, knowing that this was her first time at anything but awkward attempts at sex. “Are you a virgin, Cammy?”
“Not technically but I’ve never felt anything during sex before.” He slid forward and carved her open with his massive cock as she cried out.
“And now?” Cammy screamed that she felt everything as he buried himself inside of her and stilled so she could adjust. Brent pulled back and drove into her again, sometimes slowly and sometimes hard and fast. She knew that she was close, but Cammy tried to hold it until he gave his command and she watched as he smiled down at her. “That’s a good girl. You’re a natural, Cam.” Another deep thrust. “I am going to cum baby. I want you with me.” She was screaming his name when he pushed into her again and gripped her hip with one hand while he leaned on the other.
“Shit, you feel so good. So tight,” Brent moaned her name as he jerked into her one more time before he collapsed on the mattress. “You’re everything that I thought you would be, Cammy.”
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 wok
e 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.