by B. B. Hamel
I smile ruefully to myself. Is that how I’m going to justify it? I have to seize the day? I sigh, shaking my head, when I hear footsteps in the hall. I look up and Sydney herself steps into the doorway, frowning in at me.
She looks gorgeous, of course. She’s in some band t-shirt that I don’t recognize. Someone called Brand New or something like that, and a pair of jean shorts. She’s holding her laptop in one hand, which is pretty curious.
“Connor,” she says. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure,” I grunt.
She steps into the room and sits down on the weight bench. I sit down on the floor, my back against the wall, and I look up at her.
“What’s up, Syd?” I ask.
“It’s about the other night.” She frowns.
“Your Mom isn’t mad.”
“I know that.” She looks down at the ground and I can tell there’s something wrong.
“What’s up?” I ask her softly.
“Does my mom know? You know, about us.”
I pause for a second then shake my head. “No. She suspects, though.”
“Okay,” she says. “That’s what I thought.” Her face is still tense, though.
“Sydney...”
She interrupts me quickly. “I got an email you should see.”
I cock my head and watch as she opens her laptop and logs into her email. She pulls it up and turns the screen to face me.
My heart sinks in my fucking chest as I look over the email.
He has us dead to fucking rights. The first image clearly shows Sydney, and the second clearly shows me. I’m guessing there are more, a lot more, and probably video. It looks like it was shot from a drone, something high up in the sky, which is exactly what I was afraid of. I thought being behind that little house would help, but clearly it wasn’t good enough.
Sydney bites her lip and looks at me. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You did the right thing coming to me.”
“Why is he blackmailing me?” she asks.
I shake my head, genuinely not sure. “Are you and your uncle close?”
“Not really,” she admits.
“Maybe he still has a conscience. Maybe he wants this to go away without having to ruin his family over it.”
“Maybe,” she agrees. “That’s what I was thinking too.”
“Fuck, Syd,” I say, sighing.
“Can you do anything with this?”
“Maybe,” I say, “but I doubt it. What can we do? We can’t show it to your mother or to her father even if we did prove that your uncle sent it.”
“Yeah,” she says, sighing. She closes her laptop lid and gets down onto the floor next to me. She sits with her knees up against her chest. “We fucked up.”
“Seems that way.” I watch her for a second, not sure what to do.
She looks up at me after a second with a little smile on her face. “I don’t regret it.”
I look at her for a beat then burst out laughing. She smiles along with me and I shake my head at her. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Why?” She laughs a little bit.
“We’re getting blackmailed by your uncle. There are pictures of your stepfather going down on you. And you don’t regret it?”
She shrugs a little bit. “What can I say? I guess I don’t.”
I grin at her. “I guess I don’t, either. But we’re still in a shit spot.”
“How can we get out of this?” she asks.
“Two ways. I can leave. Or your grandfather can die.” I sigh, shaking my head. “I know it’s awful to say.”
“He’s pretty sick,” she says. “I don’t know. He’s suffering. Is it a mercy for him to pass?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “It’s impossible to say.”
“Well, I don’t want you to go.” She stretches her legs out and leans back. “Is that stupid?”
“Probably,” I say. “But I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” She leans up against my arm. “You’re sweaty.”
“Yeah. You don’t seem to mind.”
She smiles at me. “I don’t.”
I look down at her, and in that moment I know I’m totally lost.
I take her by the chin, tipping her head up at me. I lean down and kiss her full lips softly. I lose myself in that kiss as she returns it, opening her mouth to let her tongue touch mine. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears but I know we can’t do this, not right now, not right here.
Slowly, I break the kiss off. “What are we doing?” she asks me.
“You know what we’re doing.”
“It’s stupid.”
“I know.”
“It’s reckless. Dangerous.”
I smirk at her. “You like that, don’t you?”
“No.” She pauses. “Maybe yes. But that’s not why I’m doing this.”
“Why are you doing this?” I ask her softly.
“Because of the way you make me feel.” She blushes deeply, looking away.
I pull her chin back toward me. “I can make you feel more,” I say softly, my cock rock hard. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Say it,” I order, eyes locked on hers.
“Yes, Daddy,” she responds, blushing deeply.
I kiss her again, crushing her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply. I can’t get enough of her taste, her soft lips, her perfect tongue, and everything about her.
I know this is the opposite of what I should do, but I tried being good. Fuck, I was damn good. I kept away from her for a whole fucking week.
But I’m tired of being good. I want to have what I want and that’s going to have to be good. I’m tired of putting my desires on the backburner just because it’s a bad idea.
Fuck good and bad and everything in between. I just want this woman and that’s all I care about. She’s going to beg for more, call me Daddy, sweat and moan. I’m going to make her mine, completely and fully.
We break the kiss off slowly. “I’ll come to you tonight,” I say.
She nods. “Okay.”
I get to my feet then help her up. I grab her ass and pull her against me.
“Oh, gross,” she says, smiling. “You’re so sweaty.”
“Goddamn right.” I kiss her again. “I should go shower.”
“See you tonight.”
I kiss her one last time then quickly leave the room, my pulse pounding in my ears.
22
Sydney
Although I’m in bed by ten that night, I’m still lying there wide awake by midnight, feeling frustrated and alone.
Connor said he’d come, but he didn’t say what time. I jumped into bed the moment my mother went to sleep, excited and barely able to control myself, but now after two hours of waiting, I’m genuinely starting to get tired.
I can’t help but think he’s not coming. Maybe he changed his mind again and decided that whatever we’re doing is too dangerous.
But no, he kissed me, I felt it there in his kiss. There’s no denying what we have together. Maybe it’s strange and forbidden and wrong, but it’s there and it’s real.
I go back and forth in my mind, running between afraid he’ll never come to positive he’ll show. By the time my door finally creaks open, I’m so frustrated I can barely think.
He slips into my room like a shadow, shutting the door behind him. He’s wearing the same boxer briefs and t-shirt combination as the first time, but now he’s holding something new in his hands.
He comes to the foot of the bed, smirking down at me, I look at him and bite my lip.
“You came,” I say softly.
“I told you I would.”
“I wasn’t sure.”
“I know.” He grins again. “I wanted you to be nice and frustrated for me.”
“You made me wait.” I pout a little bit.
He walks around to the side of the bed and I get a glimpse of what he’s holding in his h
ands. They’re long ropes, but black and they have a strange sheen to them. He steps next to me then bends over me, pinning me down to the bed.
“Are you complaining?” he asks.
“No.” But he knows that I am.
He smirks and his lips graze mine before moving down along my neck. “Do you know why I brought these?” He moves back, showing me the ropes.
“No,” I say. “What are they?”
“Silk,” he says, pulling one taut. “Sturdy but soft. It won’t leave marks on your skin.”
My heart starts beating fast in my chest. I don’t know what he’s going to do with those, but I can guess.
He takes my right wrist and lifts it into the air. With a gentle, practiced motion, he ties my hand to the headboard. When he’s done, the rope is tight and firm, but it’s not cutting off circulation.
“Have you ever been bound before?” he asks me.
“No,” I admit. “Never.”
“Good.” He takes my other wrist and instead of tying it to the other side of the headboard, he ties it to the same post as my first wrist. When he’s finished, both of my hands are on the post and I’m on my side.
He smirks and walks around me, disappearing from my vision. “Are you nervous?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Should I be?”
“No.” His voice is right next to my ear. “Not if you’re a good girl.”
I feel his hands on my body then, sliding up my hips, along my breasts. He kisses my neck and I breathe in deep, surprised by the excitement I feel. I can’t see him, and I’m tied to the bedpost, but I’m too excited to mind.
I feel his hands grab my panties and slide them off my body. I bite my lip as his fingers slide up my bare skin, moving toward my wet pussy.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asks as his fingers find my soaking pussy. “You want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathe, heavy and deep. “Please, Daddy.”
I hear him groan when I call him that and his fingers press inside of me. I gasp and have to bite my lip to stay quiet as he presses them deep inside of me.
Pleasure floods through my body as I squirm slightly, testing the ropes that bind me. They don’t give an inch though as he presses his fingers deeper.
“Good girl,” he says. “You know I like it when you call me that.”
“I know, Daddy,” I moan. “I want to make you happy.”
“You do?” His fingers slide back out then roll up to find my clit. “What will you do for me, then?”
“Whatever you want,” I breathe.
“Will you take my cock down your throat? Gag on my big fat cock and let me come on your pretty little face.”
“I’ll clean you up when you’re finished,” I say. “I’ll lick up every single drop.”
“That’s right you will,” he says, rubbing my clit faster, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “I’ll make you parade around that pool in just a bikini for me. And when you’re sweating and tired, I’ll fuck your tight little pussy in the back yard for everyone to see.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy,” I say. “If you want me to crawl on all fours and beg for your perfect cock, I’ll do it. I’ll wear whatever you want. You can tie me up and leave me in the sun all day before coming back and fucking my tight pussy.”
I can hear his breathing as he rubs my pussy. His other hand grabs my hair and tips my head back. He leans over me, two fingers buried deep into my pussy and kisses my lips deeply.
Excitement floods me and I know I need it. I’ve never spoken like this to anybody before, and it drives me absolutely wild. I want to do every single dirty thing I say to him, because he makes me feel right. That’s all there is to it. He makes me feel right, feel good, and that’s all I need.
He slides his fingers back and forth as he kisses me, fucking my pussy, and I want to reach back and grab his hair. I can’t move, of course, as he slides his fingers back out of me and stands up, coming around the bed.
I watch as he pulls off his boxer briefs, revealing his thick, hard cock. He strokes himself in front of me and I feel another wave of desire rush through me.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he says.
I obey him, opening my mouth. He presses his cock between my lips and slowly slides it down my throat.
“Fuck girl,” he grunts, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. “I love using this pretty mouth as a fuck toy. Look at you, my thick cock spreading your lips apart.”
I groan as he slides it in and out, fucking my mouth. He grabs my hair and presses me down, burying himself in my throat. I gag slightly and he pulls back. He bends over and kisses me deeply before pressing his cock down my throat again.
He fucks my face like a wild man and I can’t help but love it. I love being tied up and used like this, like I’m his dirty little whore, waiting for him dripping wet to come in the night and take me.
“Fuck, girl,” he whispers, sliding himself from my mouth. He keeps one hand in my hair while his right moves down my body and finds my pussy again. I lift my legs and let him tease my pussy.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he whispers to me. “Absolutely perfect. Nothing gets me harder than seeing you tied up and willing to do whatever I want.”
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. He smirks and releases my hair then gets me on my back, one of my arms crossed over my chest. He spreads my legs wide and presses his thick tip against my pussy.
“Do you want this?” he asks me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, locking eyes with him. “Please. I’ve been so patient.”
He smirks at me. “You have been so fucking good. You think you deserve it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I plead. “Make me come, Daddy. I need it.”
He grabs my hips then plunges himself into me. I gasp as pleasure and pain rock through my body. He’s so large and thick, it’s amazing that he can even fit inside of me, let alone fill me completely like this. But I’m so wet he easily slides inside, deep and full.
I wiggle my hips, using the bedpost as leverage, as he starts to fuck me. His body is tight and muscular in the moonlight as he grips my hips and fills me, fucking me deep and hard. He leans forward, propping himself up with one hand, and kisses me deeply as his cock grinds inside of me.
I can’t help but let out soft moans, but I have better control of myself this time. His thrusts are deep and hard but they match the rhythm I’m setting with my hips. His eyes are fiery and intense, and I can feel the passion building as sweat rolls down my skin.
He runs his hands up my body and teases my breasts and nipples as he fucks me. He kisses my neck and shoulders, his thick cock nearly splitting me in half.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he whispers. “You know how wrong this is, letting me fuck you like this? Letting your Daddy take your tight little cunt in the middle of the night. It’s fucked up, Sydney, and you love it. Because you’re my dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I love it. I don’t know why. Does it make me bad?”
“Yes,” he says, grinning. “It makes you very fucking bad.” He puts two fingers in my mouth and I suck on them as he fucks me, pleasure rocking through my skin. “But you like being bad, don’t you? You like the thrill. You like how I make you feel.”
I nod my head as he pulls his fingers out from between my lips. “It’s so wrong,” I moan.
“That’s right, it’s fucking wrong.” He uses his fingers to rub my clit as he fucks me. “But here you are, moaning and getting fucked by your Daddy, practically begging for more.”
“I can’t keep quiet,” I say, shaking my head. “What if we get caught?”
He grins and slowly slides himself out of me. “You want to get caught, don’t you?”
I shake my head, but he stands and walks over to the side of the bed. He unties my wrists and pulls me to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I ask him. He keeps the ropes
around my wrists and ties them together behind my back, making sure it’s nice and tight.
“I’m going to make you come,” he whispers in my ear. “But you’re going to have to be absolutely quiet when it happens.”
“What?” I ask, breathless, as he pulls me toward the door. “What are you doing?”
“You like the thrill. So I’m going to take it one step further.”
He opens the door and we step out into the hall. My heart is hammering and my pussy is aching for him. We’re both only wearing thin t-shirts, and my wrists are tied behind my back. If my mother comes out of her bedroom, we’ll be caught and this will all be over.
And yet as he spread my legs and presses me up against the wall, I don’t want him to stop. I know this is reckless and terrifying, but that only heightens my desire. He pulls my shirt up over my breasts then slowly slides his cock between my legs, pushing up into my pussy.
I gasp but quickly stifle my moan. “Quiet,” he whispers in my ear. “Don’t make a fucking noise, Sydney.”
I nod once as he slowly starts to fuck me. He takes my hair in one hand and my hips with his other as he slides himself deep inside of me. My face is flat against the wall but the discomfort and the tension makes everything feel that much better.
It’s like every one of my senses is lit on fire and heightened to an almost impossible degree. I’m simultaneously getting fucked by him and loving it but also listening for any sign of my mother waking up. The hall is dead silent except for the wet slick of his cock slamming into me, which feels almost deafeningly loud.
God, it feels so good. I can feel the glow of an orgasm building inside of me quicker than I could have imagined. The fear of getting caught really does make everything so much sweeter.
“Don’t make a sound, my dirty fucking girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Just take my cock like the little slut you are. You were born for this, Sydney. You were born to get fucked rough and deep, to take my thick cock whenever I want to give it to you.”
I bite down on my lip again, this time painfully, to keep from moaning. The pleasure mounts as he moves faster, fucking me deep and rough but still trying to keep quiet. The tension is mounting with every second we’re out in the hallway, totally exposed, risking everything for this pleasure.