“Oh my fucking God, you did not just say that.” She grabs my head and smothers me with her boobs, falling into the bed on top of me, peppering me with kisses. “My little Dahlia is growing up and finally giving up that V-card. And to her step-dad, no less. Go big or go home, am I right? I’ve never been so proud.” She continues her assault on me as I fight my way out of her cleavage and swat her hands away.
“Nobody’s losing anything if you don’t get out of here.”
She snags her purse off the end of my bed and stands up swiftly, just like that, a giant smirk spreads across her face as she slips her flats back on.
“Fine, I’ll go. But on one condition.”
I roll my eyes, already knowing where this is going.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call and tell you all about it later.”
She arches an eyebrow. “With details?”
“Down to the number of inches,” I grunt, burying my face in the fluffy teddy bear, feeling my neck and ears reddening.
“Damn straight baby girl.” She smacks a loud kiss on my cheek and then hugs me uncharacteristically long. Then she lingers on the threshold, fingering the doorframe before swiveling on her heels to face me.
“I really am sorry about tonight, Dahl,” she says in a quiet voice. “And I know this is all kinds of forbidden, but I see the way he looks after you, the way he looks at you. You deserve something good. Don’t be afraid to take that shit.”
I don’t know why, but her words make me want to cry. I know my life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, but I never complain about it. Knowing that it’s obvious to other people, even if she is my best friend, makes it somehow seem worse. I know she wants the best for me, and even after three years of friendship, sometimes I’m still not used to anyone being on Team Dahlia. I want to listen to her advice. I want to be a taker for once in my life. I don’t want to risk speaking, because fuck feelings, so I simply nod to let her know I’m picking up what she’s putting down. Jade’s scarlet lips form a small, knowing smile and she gives me a curt nod before leaving my room, closing my door behind her.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
This is happening.
This is really happening.
I am going to have sex with the man who bought me the teddy bear that I’m hugging.
No, the man who took care of me. The man who gave me a new life.
This is happening, and I want it.
Graham still hasn’t shown his face, so I took the opportunity to wash and shave everything. And I mean everything. After basically contorting myself into a pretzel in attempt to get to those hard-to-reach areas, I towel-dry my hair and put on my Pink Sugar lotion that smells like actual sugar cookies. I actually feel pretty good after my shower, all things considered. I have a headache from knocking my head, and my lip is swollen, but other than that, I’m ready for some action. Jade is right. I should be all kinds of fucked up about what Shawn tried to do to me, but I’m not. Because at the end of the day, he didn’t. And after what Graham did to him, whatever it is, I know he’ll never try again.
I pick out a baby pink cotton nightie with lace trim and white polka dots. It probably doesn’t scream experienced sex kitten, but I leave off the underwear for easy access, hoping it evens things out.
I contemplate painting my nails to pass the time, but I decide against it, not knowing when Graham would make an appearance. Wet nails on my pristine white bedding probably wouldn’t be a good idea. I flip through an eBook on my phone, but I can’t focus on the words. I give up after reading the same paragraph approximately seventeen times. The air is heavy with lust and anticipation. I snag my earbuds off my dresser and decide to listen to some music. Apparently, all the excitement of the day finally hits me because I start to doze off. I try to fight sleep but it catches up with me. All the adrenalin coursing through my body earlier made me tired, and all of a sudden, my eyelids become heavy, too heavy. I call his name one last time before drifting off, and then I’m done.
I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep before I feel Graham’s massive body blanket my own. I stretch and hum contentedly while my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. He hasn’t turned on the lights, but there’s some light pouring from the hallway and into my room. His dark hair is wet and a soft lock hangs in his eyes. He’s in a plain white tee shirt and what feels like thin cotton pajama pants against my legs. I’ve never seen him so dressed down and it catches me off guard. I decide that I love comfy Graham. I think I want to keep him. He drags his nose up my throat and inhales deeply before tugging my headphones out with his teeth.
“What’ve you done to him?” My voice is groggy from sleep and exhaustion, and my eyelids are droopy, but I can still see through the mist of sleep the gorgeous dangerous man next to me. And he’s done something bad tonight. I can see it in his eyes.
“Dahlia.” His voice is steel and he didn’t call me Dolly. “He’s not going to bother you anymore.”
I gulp. I thought as much, but what did he do to him? I press my body to his and suck in a ragged breath.
“Tell me how you punished him.” I feel my spine tingling with lust, and I hate that I love how violent this man is. But instead of cooperating, he chuckles softly and traces his long finger through the valley of my breasts, leaving shivers in his wake.
“You act like I owe you shit. This is so sweet. No, I’m not going to tell you anything.”
“Why?” I croak. His hand finds my throat and he wraps his fingers around it, his grip tightening gently.
“Because I want you hot for me. Not disgusted. Not scared. Aroused. Are you feeling fucked-up tonight, Baby Dolly?” He tugs at my nightie, his voice smooth and dark.
“No, but I’m feeling something else.” I swallow. I can’t be quite as direct as I want to be. Not yet. His mouth finds my nipple, still clad in my lacey little night gown, and he grazes his teeth over it teasingly.
“What’re you feeling?” He enquires, and he sounds like the best song I haven’t even heard yet.
“Horny,” I answer honestly. No point in beating around the bush—not that I have one of those anymore.
Graham pulls back to look into my eyes. His gaze flickers down to my plump lips, and before I know it, his head moves down, licking them, corner to corner. My eyes roll back into my head and my mouth drops open in a silent plea.
“Look at me, Dolly. I’m not the kind of guy who asks twice. I’m not even the type of guy who asks once. But I’m asking you now. Are you okay with this? Especially after that fucking pussy put his hands on you? Be sure, because once you say yes, I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to stop fucking you, and I’m not going to stop making you mine. Today, tomorrow, and every day after that. So, you need to be sure, baby.”
I’m scared out of my mind right now, but it’s not his words that scare me. It’s the thought of ever being without this. The realization that I’m already attached hits me fast and hard, and I know I’ll do anything to keep this feeling. I bring both hands to the back of his neck and snake my fingers through his hair and nod.
“I’m sure. I want this. So bad.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs.
His hands skirt up my thighs, sliding my nightie up over my hips and setting my skin on fire in the process.
“No panties? Such a good girl.” He continues to peel my clothing off, while I grind myself against the growing bulge in his pants. He kisses me long and hard and I feel myself getting closer to coming from this alone.
“You look so innocent, but you’re rubbing yourself on my cock like a whore. You want to be your daddy’s little whore, don’t you?”
His words are so fucking ugly, but so beautiful at the same time. A complete dichotomy, just like us. “I want this,” and “please” are the only decipherable words tumbling from my mouth.
I tug frantically at his shirt, and slide my feet up to the waistband of his pants and kick them off in a frenzy to rid the layers between us. He chuckles at my desperation, but the moment
he feels that thick cock rest between my pussy lips, all signs of humor are gone. I’m using my legs to pull him into me, but he doesn’t budge.
“I can’t be gentle right now, Dolly.” The anguish on his face tells me he’s fighting with himself, and I can’t let him change his mind.
“I don’t want gentle. I just want you. Now fuck me, daddy.”
I’m fucking dripping so at first he slides in relatively easily, but then I feel excruciating pain that makes me suck in a breath. This hurts. Like really hurts. Graham slowly, so slowly rocks into me, inch by inch. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath, trying to adjust to his size.
“Let me in, Dolly. Take Daddy’s cock.” He pushes all the way in, and I scream out. His face looks almost as pained as mine. His right hand fists in my hair and the left hand slides down to play with my clit. Soon, the pain lessens and my movements become wild, urgent. Chasing this feeling that only Graham gives me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby. Your pussy is squeezing my dick so hard. I don’t want to stop.”
“Please, don’t ever stop fucking me!”
My words seem to spark something in him and he finally lets go. He pushes my knees to my shoulders and starts pounding me like his life depends on it. God, it’s so deep, but the pain is delicious. With each thrust, I’m closer and closer to exploding. He spreads my knees apart, and his eyes are glued to the spot we’re joined.
“Look at this gorgeous fucking cunt. Look at us, Dolly.”
I rise up on my elbows and there’s something about seeing me spread wide open, wrapped around him that makes it so much hotter. He circles my clit with his thumb and it makes me completely fucking lose it. I throw my head back and scream, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”
“Fuck. That’s it, baby. I can feel you milking my cock. And now you’re going to take every fucking drop.” I feel my pussy contracting around him over and over again. Each time he slides out, it seems to suck him right back in, where he belongs.
He drops my legs, and one hand goes back into my hair, gathering it in his fist while he covers my entire body with his. The other hand grabs one of my thighs while he swivels his hips, his pelvis rubbing my clit and his balls smacking my ass. Just as I start to come again, he tenses up and growls, “Fuuuuuuck,” before unloading inside me.
We both say nothing as we attempt to catch our breath. He smooths hair off my face, and kisses me with an unexpected tenderness. He starts to pull out, but I hold him in place with my legs. As we both succumb to sleep, I realize my music is still on, and I drift off to the faint lullaby of “Straylight Run” coming from my forgotten headphones on the other side of the bed.
“You would kill for this, just a little bit. Just a little bit.
You would, you would…”
When I wake up, I instantly feel Graham’s absence. And not just the lack his scorching heat and heavy weight on top of me; somehow, I know before opening my eyes that he’s not even home.
My mind automatically starts to think the worst, he got what he wanted and bailed. My virgin ass sucked in bed. He decided that I was a stage five clinger and he isn’t about that life.
But I know that’s not true. I know he feels something for me. I may question the “why” of it all, but I don’t question the fact that Graham wants this. He’s not the kind of man who would come up with an elaborate plan to seduce a teenage girl. He doesn’t have to. Not a straight female on this earth would deny him, and I’m betting like 90 percent of the lesbian population would take a ride on that deep-V diver. Like the fucking savage that he is, Graham takes what he wants. And right now, he wants me.
I stretch my arms above my head and some mix between a moan and a yawn comes out when I roll over. I’m so sore between my legs but I like it. It’s going to be a constant reminder that I just let my step-dad take my virginity, as if I needed one.
I stand up to walk to the bathroom and feel something trickle down the inside of my thigh. I look down and freeze when I see his pink-tinged come and remember that he came inside of me. We didn’t fucking use a condom. It didn’t even occur to me… I’ve never done this before! But Graham… this wasn’t his first rodeo. Oh my god. What if he never uses condoms? What if he isn’t clean?
Calm your tits, Dahl. Graham is way too careful for that shit.
Deep down, I don’t honestly think he would just go spreading his seed around the world, but I can’t stop the thought from entering my brain.
I’m not super worried about pregnancy because even though I’ve never actually had sex, my mom insisted that I take birth control since I started my first period. Maybe she was looking out for me, or maybe she just didn’t want another mouth to feed. Either way, right now, I’m thankful for her.
I look down at my snow-colored sheets and I expect there to be more of a mess. Aren’t you supposed to bleed when you lose your virginity? Maybe that’s a myth. There’s a tiny pink dot, but other than that, nothing. Not that I’m complaining. That evidence would be hard to hide.
After freshening up in the bathroom, I check my phone and have a million missed calls and texts from Jade. I should probably call her back before she shows up at my door. The phone doesn’t even ring one full time before she answers.
“Hang on, I’m getting snacks and my Snuggie for this conversation,” she greets me.
“Really,” I deadpan. “Why are you so dramatic?”
“Um…it’s not every day my BFF loses her virginity to the hottest, most badass man I’ve ever seen up close. Did you S his D? Did he lick your B? Oh my god, did he go ass-to-mouth? You never go ass to mouth.”
“Jesus,” I sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose. This bitch.
“Right. Baby steps. Tell me you actually went through with it.”
“I am officially de-virginized,” I announce triumphantly. She squeals in my ear and I cringe away from my phone.
“Was it big? Is he circumcised? Did it curve to the left?” Nosiest chick on the planet, this one.
I feel my face heat as I think back to last night.
“He’s… huge. I mean, obviously I don’t have a ton to compare it to, but I feel like a coke can would’ve been an easier fit.” Jade erupts in a fit of giggles and it’s contagious. I’m trying not to laugh but I give up and fall backwards on my bed, grabbing the pillow he slept with, trying to catch a hint of his scent like a creep.
“God, Jade, it was perfect. How many people can say that about their first time? I actually came. Twice. I thought that was pretty much impossible. Especially as he’s so big and thick. But Graham…he’s just such a man, you know? Not these stupid fuckboys at school. He knew my body better than I did.”
I squeeze my legs together, feeling the emptiness he left behind.
“I want him to come home and do it all over again.”
“You little slut!” I hear Jade say at the same time someone from my doorway says, “That can be arranged.”
Oh God. He heard me.
I slap a hand over my mouth and blink away my embarrassment, scooting to the edge of the bed to sit straight like I’m some kid being punished. And boy, a part of me wants him to punish me in more ways than one. I glare at him through heavy-lidded eyes, at his posture, so strong, tall and intimidating, and at his brooding expression. He’s wearing one of his expensive, sharp Prada suits, one hand tucked into his pocket, and looks like a million dollars. No, wait. Make it three million.
“Is that him? Did you just get busted?” Jade chirps from the receiver, and I momentarily snap out of my lust-fest and clear my throat. “Oh my god, you’re so grounded. I mean pounded.” she lets out an unattractive snort.
I’m still frozen in embarrassment. He swaggers over to me, one hand still tucked in his pocket, and plucks the phone out of my hand.
“She’ll call you back,” he says with a straight face before hanging up and tossing the phone on the far end of my bed. There’s a beat in which he looks over at me, standing up, and I see how small I am and how big he is. I don’t
just mean it physically, but also metaphorically. He is my everything, and I’m completely blindsided by his new role.
So powerful. So gorgeous. So mine.
“Where’ve you been?” I ask, biting my lower lip shyly.
“I went to check on our friend, Shawn.” He reaches for my chin, tilting it up so our eyes lock. My heart races against my ribcage and I feel the same familiar feeling I always have when he’s around. My stomach does somersaults and I feel light-headed.
“Oh, and where would that be?”
“The hospital,” he says simply, his eyes darkening and turning into narrow slits. “I will make sure he’ll never try and do that to another woman, Dolly.”
“Fuck me.” My voice shakes on a beg and he presses his knee between my legs, parting them. I oblige.
Graham looks down at my bare inner thighs, licks his lips and shakes his head, as if resisting me. Then he sits down, pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling his thigh and presses his huge palm to the small of my back. Without even meaning to, I grind against him. His other hand is firm on my hips, stopping my movements.
“Dolly wants her daddy?” His fingers dig into my skin. A moan slips out, and I try to rock my hips again.
“Answer me,” he demands, squeezing my waist so that I don’t move.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. He moves to stand, and yanks me up by the arm, setting me on my feet.
“Then you’ll have to wait because today, we have plans. Ones that don’t involve sitting in this house.”
Graham is taking me out? Anyone could see! I fidget with the hem of my nightgown and look down. He sees the panic on my face, I’m sure, because he goes on to explain.
“You know what this is?” he asks. I shake my head and look up, arching one eyebrow.
“A gossip suicide bomb waiting to explode in downtown Princeton?”
Graham almost laughs, I see it in the glitter dancing in his eyes, but his lips remain flat and serious.
“This is me telling the world that you’re fucking mine.” He jerks me into his hard body, and I feel his erection poking my stomach, twitching with excitement. “Not my step-daughter. Not my kid, not my fucking responsibility. You’re my woman, who I fuck every night, who I worship every day, who I am going to spend the rest of my fucking life with.”
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