by Roxie Brock
“Please,” Nadine whispered.
He glanced down into the dark line of her cleavage and at a single freckle on her left breast, hovering just at the edge of her dress. He ran his eyes over the pearl studs in her ears, over the tiny hairline scar, barely visible on her right cheek. It was the fading remnant of a cut he’d patched up for her when she was just a helpless little girl, long before all this desire overtook his every waking moment, before the need to claim her became such an obsession.
But faced with the obsession—so fucking close he could taste her perfume on the air—he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t ruin the last beautiful thing in his universe. And so, he let her feel his power one last time, knotting his fingers into the curls at the base of her neck and pulling her face to his, like he was going to kiss her. He got close. Really fucking close. Close enough to feel her skin along his lips, just like a motherfucking Georgia peach. Marcus let his stubble scratch his stepdaughter’s tender cheek. He inhaled her breath. He memorized the pressure of her thighs around his, the way she gripped his forearm. The way her whole body begged. And then he stepped away.
Without looking at her, he took his whiskey and headed upstairs. He stripped down in the dark master bathroom and slugged back the Jack in a few gulps. And for the first time in as long as he could fucking remember, he stepped into an ice-cold shower.
It didn’t help at all.
Well into the emptiest early hours of the morning, he lay awake wondering if she was awake too. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and then switched off the AC unit in the window. He looked at the wall behind his bed and imagined her right there. Then he heard her mattress creak, once, twice, three times, followed by the soft thumps of her punching her pillow. She was as restless as he was.
There was no fucking question that she’d wanted it. The way she hooked him in with her bare foot, the way she’d pleaded. Please. She was more than willing. All he had to do was listen to the instinct that pulled him toward her. For as taboo as it might be, it was also the most natural thing in the world. She was the one he loved the most; she was the one he had to have. All he had to do was give in to it and let himself feel the desire that he’d pushed down for so fucking long. All he had to do was embrace his need for her and his obsession with her. All he had to do was take what belonged to him and to claim what was rightfully his.
The cold shower had only made it worse. Instead of making him forget her, it made him see her there in the shower with him, as he fucked her from behind against the tile.
Now, he listened to her bed creak again, followed by the soft thumps of her feet on her bedroom floor. Her door opened, and he listened to her trot down the steps. He heard the ice maker downstairs and then the kitchen sink. He imagined her there, in the place where it almost happened, with cold water passing over her lips, her throat constricting as she swallowed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Then he heard her coming back up the stairs, her steps quick and light-footed. He imagined those bare thighs rubbing together under her nightie. He imagined her breasts freed from that pink bra.
And something just fucking…snapped.
Marcus took three long strides, laid his hand on the doorknob, and flung the door open. She was at the top of the steps, with a strip of moonlight from the skylight at her feet. When she saw him, she stopped cold, one hand on the railing.
Nadine didn’t say anything, and she didn’t move either. Marcus became acutely aware of his own size, his presence, and the deep, untapped aggression that he had inside him but had never shown to any woman. Standing in front of him, she was so fucking delicate, so pure. So much the opposite of him. “Hi, Daddy.”
He took a step toward her. “Stop calling me that.”
“Why?”
“Because it doesn’t mean what you think it means. Every time you say it, you fucking wreck me.”
“I know what it means.”
He took another step toward her, and another. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and already he was rock hard for her. “The fuck you do.” His voice sounded gruff, dark, and ruthless, even to him. Like he was about to be uncaged.
“So then tell me.”
He backed her up against the wall, and he heard her breath like a shudder. Her bare shoulder nudged a picture frame behind her, and the movement made her flinch and turn away. The moonlight showed off her profile. He liked her like that—vulnerable, startled, and afraid. “It means you’re mine, it means I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. It means I own you, Nadine.”
She raised her glinting eyes up to meet his stare. He pinned one of her wrists to the wall, and with the other hand, he gripped her ass. Her bare ass. No panties, no frills, no nothing. Just pure fucking Nadine.
“Why did you push me away?” she asked. “Earlier?”
“Because this is so fucking wrong,” he said, and he let her feel his hardness against her stomach. “And there’s nothing I've ever wanted more.”
“Nobody will ever know,” she whispered. “Nobody has to know. It’s just ours.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead, as tender as he could be through his raging desire for her, and said, “Give me your permission. Just this once.”
Nadine swallowed hard. “Permission for what?” she asked softly.
“To take you. To be your first.”
“You don’t need my permission,” she said. “You raised me. I belong to you.”
“But not like you’re about to belong to me. Not even fucking close.”
For an instant, she looked away. But then she met his gaze again. “Will it hurt, Daddy?”
The most beautiful fucking words he’d ever heard—and all the permission he needed.
His hard cock was bulging right out of his boxers. He pressed himself into her stomach to let him feel her, to make her understand what she was asking for, to force her to see there was nothing pretend about any of this. As he made her get the measure of him, she groaned. So he went further still, sliding his hand up her bare thigh and cupping her naked pussy in his palm. Motherfucking yes. He slid his middle finger along her slit, and now it was his turn to groan. To growl. She was soaked. Her wetness was already spilling out of her, making her inner thighs slick. Christ al-fucking-mighty.
“From this moment on, I make the rules.”
She nodded slowly, and he felt it more than saw it, because they were so close. Her lips were so near to his, he could smell the toothpaste from when she brushed her teeth. Her hair was so close to him, he was lost in her shampoo. And yet, the smell was there. Her smell.
Home.
“Tell me the rules,” she said, tentatively touching the waistband of his boxers.
“Say please when you’re asked. Say thank you when you’re told. And no, it won’t hurt…” he said, finally penetrating her tight virgin pussy with his third finger. “…not unless you fight me.”
Chapter 2
For all the lip she gave him, Nadine was a little bit afraid of her stepdad and always had been. It was a good kind of fear, though. Maybe some people would have called it respect. Whatever it was, she had it for him, and a lot of it. She didn’t listen to many people, but he was different. What he said was law. Her law.
He took her by the hand and led her into the master bedroom, locking the door behind them. She knew it wasn’t necessary, but there was something about it that was right. The secret would be locked up tight with them, right there together.
Nadine hadn’t seen him bare-chested in a long while, not since last summer when she’d watch him swim early laps in their pool, the water rippling over his broad shoulders. She never told him she was watching, but she fantasized about him all the time. Secretly, she’d been saving herself for this—hoping against hope that what she’d always imagined would, one day, come true. Now it was happening.
But she was petrified.
As if he could sense it, he took her into his arms and walked her backward until the mattress hit the backs of her k
nees. She let her cheek press against his cool chest hair and inhaled against him.
“I’ve got you. All you need to do is listen. Think you can do that for me, baby girl?”
Nadine looked up at him, blinking rapidly. “Yes.”
Marcus moved a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I would never hurt you. Not for the fucking world. I would protect you with my life. You have to know that.”
“I know.”
He raised her chin on his finger so her eyes met his, his palm firm against the side of her neck. “I’d fight the fucking world to keep you safe. But I need you to give me what’s mine.”
“Right now, you’re making me feel like you’re the one I need protection from. The way you’re looking at me.”
He let out this growl, this deep-in-his-chest roar. “I’ll keep you safe all fucking night.” Marcus scooped her up in his arms then, like a child, or a newlywed. He laid her down on his big king bed, making sure the pillows were under her head. For a long moment, he stood over her, trailing one finger down her breastbone and then down the thin fabric of her nightie. Over her belly button, down, down, down. He helped her sit up and pulled her nightie off over her head, carefully making sure he didn’t tangle her hair. “If it’s too much, that’s just fucking tough,” Marcus said and pulled down his boxers, thumbs to his waistband, letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free—massive, imposing, and far, far bigger than she’d imagined.
“Daddy,” she gasped, shocked. But then she saw him smiling, just a little gleam of his gorgeous smile in the moonlight.
He climbed on top of her, still smiling. “I was teasing you. If it’s too much, you just say so,” he said, serious this time. Dead serious. No teasing, no joking. “You hear me?”
Nadine nodded.
Marcus studied her and nodded slowly in return, but she could see his eyes narrow. “I need you to say the words, baby. I need to know you’ve got it.”
She swallowed, watching him stroke himself, as the tip of his cock pressed into her stomach. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.”
“Good girl.”
Those words did something to her. They made this tightness in her thighs, like a heat from deep in her bones. “I love when you say that.”
Marcus rocked back on his heels, blocking out the light from the window and plummeting her into his massive shadow. “Good, because I fucking love saying it.” He leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, the roughness of his stubble scratching the tender skin underneath her breast. His hand moved down her body and then stopped at her belly button. On the barbell she’d gotten last week.
“What the fuck is this?”
Nadine thought, Uh-oh. “I was going to tell you.” She watched his eyes flash; she watched his jaw harden.
He turned it over in his fingers, spinning the rod in the still-tender piercing. “You didn’t ask my fucking permission for this.” He looked up her body into her eyes, his expression hard-set and stern.
“Sorry.”
“Say it.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
His eyes moved back down to the piercing. “I’m not going to lie, though. It looks fucking sexy.” Then he lowered his mouth down to her stomach.
Nadine got up on her elbows, watching him play with the barbell, running his tongue over the edges. With one of his fingers, he pressed inside her again, and she dropped back onto the mattress. Marcus tugged at the barbell with his teeth but then let it go. “I’ll punish you for that later. But right now, I need to know something. Any of these boys ever make you come?”
“No,” Nadine said. “Never.”
“Have you done it to yourself?”
She thought she had—she’d touched herself plenty, and yet suddenly, she just wasn’t sure. She realized there was a lot, a whole lot, that she didn’t know at all. “Would I know?” He slid off of her and stood by the bed again, moving his fingertip to her clit, making her gasp. “I bet you’re beautiful when you’re coming, baby girl. I plan to see it, as many times as you can stand.” Then, as if she weighed nothing at all, he dragged her across the bed with his forearm under her knees. She felt like a rag doll, like a child, like a little girl again. He climbed on top of her again, this time the light from the streetlamp showing off the perfect rows of his abs. He stroked his cock some more, surprising her with how rough he was with himself.
“Can I touch you?”
He growled again. “Jesus Christ. Yeah. Go ahead.”
Slowly, she moved her hand under his massive balls. As she did it, he froze with his cock gripped tight in his fist. He bent his neck back so he was looking up at the ceiling, and she watched him bite his lip. With her other hand, she gripped his bare thigh, easily twice the size of hers.
After a moment, he positioned his cock right in front of her clit, and her body buckled underneath him. “Oh… Daddy…” Nadine closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, pressing her cheek into the pillow.
“Are you always wet like this, baby girl?”
“No,” she said, almost panting. She was sure now that she was right—all that touching herself hadn’t been the real thing. This was the real thing.
“Fucking right, you’re not,” he said and then moved the tip of his cock down to her opening.
Nadine’s whole body stiffened with worry. “You’re sure it won’t hurt?”
Marcus pulled back from her opening, and Nadine let herself take a deep breath. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness completely, and she could see his eyes just as clearly as if he’d had the lights on. “I’m not going to lie. It might, a little bit,” he said, knitting his free hand into hers and pressing it back onto the mattress. “But I've got you.”
“Okay,” she said.
He nodded and began to press into her again. “Just so we’re crystal fucking clear, this is your first time, isn’t it?”
Nadine nodded, kissing the pad of his thumb as he ran it over her lips. He forced his thumb into her mouth a little farther, to make her suck on it.
Marcus pulled his thumb from her mouth. “Say it.”
“This is my first time. You’re my first.”
He pressed into her a little bit farther, and her breath got caught in her lungs again. “Just breathe, baby girl.”
Nadine listened to him and breathed through the pain. He kept a close eye on her, and when she began to relax, he pressed in deeper. Nadine held on tight, whimpering a little when another pinch caught up to her.
“You okay?” “Yes.”
“Fucking say it, Nadine,” Marcus said, and not politely either. “I need to know you’re with me.”
“I am.”
“Tell me you’re here.”
“I’m here.”
“Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” Nadine answered, getting used to this rhythm, this command-and-answer that came so easily to him. But then she added, “I want it, and I need it.”
“Good girl,” he said, giving her that smile again. Nadine looked down at the two of them together, at her stepdad disappearing into her body. At the two of them becoming one.
And that’s when it started to hurt less and less and began to feel really, really good. “Oh my God,” she gasped into his chest.
He took a deep breath through his nose. “Fuck, you are so tight.”
“Is that okay?” Nadine asked, because she had no idea if that was good or not. No idea about any of this. “Am I…okay?”
She saw a kind of rage in his eyes. “You don’t fucking get it. You’re the only perfect thing in the world. You make me want to hurt you so badly, Nadine. You make me want to ruin you.”
He gave her a ruthless thrust that made her cry out involuntarily. This time, he didn’t ask if she was okay. He held her hand tighter and drove into her again.
“Just relax,” he said into her ear. “Don’t fight me.”
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“You are, and you don’t know it. Just relax into me. Let my cock take you where you need to go.”
Nadine willed her body to relax, to get used to the massive presence now inside her, making her feel full and stretched.
“There you go,” he said. “Exactly.”
“I just want to make you happy,” Nadine said. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You know that.”
“You’re so fucking effortless.” Marcus shook his head, as if in disbelief.
“I don’t know what…” Nadine said, trailing off as he thrust into her again.
“It means you’re fucking perfect, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, from the inside of your pussy to that perfect fucking mouth of yours.”
Marcus moved one of his hands around behind her ass, gripping it tight, and adjusted the position of her hips.
“Oh God,” Nadine gasped, as a wave of something warm and unexpected spilled out of her.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Marcus groaned, plunging into her and staying there, burying his head in the pillows and crushing her with the weight of his body. “You’re going to make me come. You know what just happened?”
Nadine shook her head against his chest. “No.” He pulled his face away from her. “I made you mine, that’s what.” Nadine let her thighs part a little wider and knew that the warmth had to be blood. Her blood. The blood that was her virginity, now all over the sheets, making their skin slick.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” Nadine asked, embarrassed by the dirtiness of it all. The shame of that, of her making a mess of things, horrified her. She tried to sit up; she tried to make it right. “Wait. Stop. Let me change the sheets. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck that. Don’t be ashamed,” he said softly into her ear. “This is the most beautiful thing in the world. Just fucking enjoy it. Just take it. Let me take care of you. Let me fuck you senseless. Let me have my way.” He began penetrating her even more deeply now, the barrier broken. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.”
“Say it the right fucking way.”