Nine Steamy Step Stories

by Lilian St. James

A nerve in his jaw twitched, and he swallowed hard. “I didn’t think you’d mind. After all, you don’t seem to know what personal boundaries are.”

  “I said I was sorry. Get out.”

  His gaze took me in from head to toe and back again. “What do you want, Kennedy?”

  “I want you to leave.”

  He smirked. “I don’t think you do.”

  “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

  He stood and prowled across the room until we were mere inches apart.

  I shrank away. “You should get back to your friend or whatever she is.”

  “She left. You disturbed a scene. She didn’t feel comfortable staying.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, oh.”

  “Again, I’m sorry. Please leave. I have to get dressed. I have things to take care of.”

  He stood his ground. “Do you always call out my name when you get yourself off?”

  Shame blazed over my skin, and I lowered my eyes so I wouldn’t have to look at his face. He’d heard everything. Everything.

  “Do you scream for me to fuck you harder?” He inched toward me. I bit my lip unable to say anything. “Is that what you want, Kennedy. You want me to fuck you? You want me to tie you up and spank you hard? Punish you?”

  Yes, my mind screamed but I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. Embarrassment had stolen my power of speech.

  He grabbed my chin and lifted my face until our eyes met. “Do you?”

  I closed my eyes. If I looked at him, he would see the truth.

  “Kennedy. Look at me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering open. “I want those things. I—I didn’t know I wanted you to do those things until today. Until I saw you with her.”

  Seeming satisfied with my answer, he released my chin.

  “Since my date has gone home, someone has to take her place.”

  A whoosh of longing left me dizzy, almost knocking me to the floor. “I’ve never been…I mean I’m not a virgin, but I don’t know what to do. I have fantasies…I’ve, well…”

  He trailed a finger down my chest and ran it over the edge of the towel, pushing it down until I released my grip. It fell to the floor. Lightning flashed in his eyes, and he traced his fingertips down, brushing them over my breasts and puckered nipples. Down my midline, over the swell of my stomach until he reached my still damp curls. A sigh puffed from my lips.

  “More beautiful than I imagined.”

  “‘But…y-you don’t like me,” I said, my words coming out raspy and desperate. “You can’t stand me.” I grabbed the towel wanting to cover my exposed body.

  He snatched the towel from my hands and threw it out of my reach. “I don’t hate you.” He ran impatient fingers through his mussed-up hair. “Why do you think that?”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” I crossed my arms to cover my breasts. “Maybe because you pretend I don’t exist. Not counting the night I cried myself to sleep in your arms, I can’t even remember the last time you hugged me.”

  “I want you, Kennedy.” There was fire in his words, and I believed him. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, but I couldn’t trust myself around you. The Christmas I came home and saw you weren’t a little girl anymore frightened me. I was afraid of what I wanted with you, so I kept my distance. You weren’t a little girl anymore. You had boyfriends and dates. I wanted to be everything to you, but I couldn’t. The world sees you as my sister.”

  “But I’m not your sister. You made me despise you. I needed you in my life…I—” He stepped forward, forever shattering the line between us. His lips found mine, and he kissed me with intense hunger. Our tongues tangled, and our breaths came in fast, sharp pants. Desire consumed me. I’d never known a need—a want—this strong, this all-encompassing. “I’m yours, Finn,” I murmured against his lips. “Always yours. Teach me. Show me. Take me.”

  He growled and thrust me against the wall, and when his big hands cupped my ass, I hoisted myself up and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankles.

  His gaze caught mine. “The world I inhabit away from the spotlight is like the air I breathe. There are things I need. Things that might scare you. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to hate me.”

  “I want you to show me everything. You won’t hurt me. I’m not scared. Take me to the basement. Show me what’s hidden there.” He lowered his lips and caught mine with such tenderness I thought I might weep at the beauty.

  He drew away and took in a deep breath, studying me as if he still hadn’t quite decided what he was going to do. I squeezed my thighs around his waist and pressed my core against his belly until I felt my arousal soak into his t-shirt. “There’s a gaping need inside of me so deep, so wide only you can fill it.”

  He lowered me to the ground, and I scraped my nails down his chest, but before I reached his crotch, he grabbed my hand.

  “You’ll do as I say?” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

  “Yes.”

  “If it gets too much use a safe word. It’s someth—”

  “I know what a safe word is. I’ve watched videos, read books.”

  Amusement lit up his eyes. “Books?”

  “BDSM books. Erotic romance.”

  “Well, Miss BDSM books; you have an idea of what you’re in for.”

  I drew in a shaky breath and stepped toward him. “Yes, Sir, I do.”

  His nostrils flared. He reached around and wound my hair around his hand before wrenching my head back. “You’re going to cause me nothing but trouble.”

  “Yes, Sir, I am.” Despite nerves scratching at my insides, I wasn’t going to waste this chance. I needed to experience his power. Experience him and everything he had to give me. Two hours ago, there was no way I would have imagined Finn like this—controlling me, dominating me.

  “What are you going to do to me, Sir? Are you going to take me to the basement?”

  He shook his head, but he might as well have kicked me in the stomach. “You’re not ready for what’s in there. We’ll take it slow. For now, some light play.”

  “But you said you needed someone to take the other woman’s place.”

  “She’s an experienced sub. You’ve experienced nothing.”

  “I can take it.”

  “Can you?” He reached for my nipple and roughly tweaked the hard bud. Fire engulfed my body, and my knees weakened.

  “Try me.”

  “Not yet.” There was a savage glint in his eyes. “But you are going to do something for me.”

  “Anything.”

  His full lips curved into a wicked smile. “You might regret that. But for now, get on your knees and take out my cock.”

  Smiling, I held onto his thighs and slid to the floor. His erection strained against his jeans—the outline big and thick. My mouth and pussy watered, I had to taste him, lick him, take him between my lips.

  He grabbed my hair at the crown. “What are you waiting for, sub?”

  With shaking hands, I reached up and unbuckled his belt, undid the button and slid down the zipper. I reached in and wrapped my palm around his glorious shape, and he rewarded me with a low moan.

  “Take my cock out,” he rasped.

  I blew out a shaky breath and freed him. He was big and thick and pulsed in my hand. The flared head begged for my lips. I leaned forward to taste him, but Finn gripped my hair.

  “Did I tell you what to do, Kennedy?” I shook my head, and he yanked my hair. “What was that?”

  “No, Sir, you didn’t.”

  “Take my cock in your mouth and suck me deep.”

  Before taking him in my mouth, I skimmed my lips over the purple head, smearing his salty fluid over the tip. God, he was mouthwatering, and I wanted more. I closed my mouth around the head and moved up and down, using my tongue to circle his thickness and to trace his thick veins. I kept my pace slow and steady, but his breaths came fractured and fast. Needing to feel him throb in my fingers while my mouth pleasured him, I lifted
my hand to wrap it around him, but before I could, he withdrew from my mouth.

  “Hands behind your back. Next time you try to do something without my permission, I’ll handcuff you.”

  Liquid heat trickled down my thighs. I wanted him to restrain me. “Yes, Sir.”

  I clasped my hands behind my back while Finn guided his cock, still damp with my saliva, back into my mouth. His hands gripped my hair again and he slid his cock deep until he hit off the back of my throat and his soft balls cushioned my chin. He withdrew almost completely before slamming deep. I gagged, but he didn’t stop. He pounded my mouth making my eyes water from the sobs gurgling in my throat. It didn’t hurt, not one bit, his rough treatment turned me on more than anything else I’d ever experienced. Wetness coated my inner thighs, and I wished his cock was in my pussy, fucking me with every ounce of his strength. I brought my fingers down to my clit. Jesus, I couldn’t remember a time when I was this soaked.

  Finn pulled himself from my mouth. “Kennedy,” he barked.

  I snatched my fingers away. “Sorry, Sir. I needed to…I—”

  “I’ll decide what you need.” He hauled me up by my hair. “Lay on the bed.”

  I did what he asked without question and glanced at him to see what he was doing.

  “Eyes forward.”

  I focused on the ceiling and heard him unzip my suitcase and rummage through my things. Shit. He’d see my toys. “Sir, please don’t look in my bag. There are some personal things in there.”

  “I’ve already found what you don’t want me to see.” He stood at the edge of the bed behind me and slapped the ribbed dildo I knew so well against my inner thighs. “You have some interesting toys.” He slid the cold phallus through my warm folds. “Do you fuck yourself with this? Do you fuck yourself hard?” Using his fingers, he spread me open and slid the toy into me.

  “Yes.” A loud groan dropped from my lips and my walls tightened around the intrusion. “Fuck me, Sir. Let me come. Please.”

  “Such a wet and eager little sub.” He slid the dildo in and out with a slow, torturous intensity that crossed my eyes. My hips rocked and my back bowed along with the movements, pushing me toward orgasm.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed. “Keep yourself still. Show me how well you can control yourself, how well you can obey my commands.” He leaned down until his mouth was a whisker from my ear. “Don’t come.”

  I gritted my teeth and tensed my body against the onslaught of pleasure. Don’t come? How was I supposed to hold back? I’d never denied myself anything. If I wanted it, I took it. I wasn’t sure I could stop my body giving into what I so desperately craved.

  He twisted the dildo and I held my breath, swallowing down my sobs, not allowing them to escape.

  “Good girl, Kennedy. Hold on.”

  His words of encouragement thrilled me, but they didn’t help the all-out war raging inside. He increased the speed. In and out. Faster. Harder.

  “Fuck,” I screamed unable to stop myself. “I need to come. I can’t hold on.” My walls tightened around the dildo, clenching, needing release.

  Finn didn’t say anything. He hit a hand off the side of my thigh, stinging the skin. “Ssssh, Kennedy. I don’t want to gag you. Not tonight.” The thought of Finn gagging me was too much.

  I lost it.

  My body rocked and my hips circled and bucked. He slammed the dildo in and out of my channel hard, so fucking hard. For a millisecond, the whole world splintered until nothing existed but the sensations obliterating my body, my mind.

  Sobbing, I sagged against the mattress with the dildo still buried inside of me, and my breaths coming in short bursts.

  “I didn’t give you permission to come, Kennedy.” He didn’t sound pissed. He sounded calm, which was scarier than pissed. “On your knees.” He slid the dildo from my pussy, and twisted my body around. “I’m going to spank you until I think you’ve learned your lesson. Don’t make a sound. If you do, there will be consequences.” His cupped hand rained down on my ass cheeks, one side and then the other over and over, each smack progressively worse, or so it seemed to my stinging skin. With each smack, my walls clenched, plunging me toward a second orgasm. I wished he’d slide the dildo, or better still, himself inside of me.

  By the time he’d finished spanking my ass, my breasts and nipples were heavy and swollen and my pussy was drenched. He swept his fingers down my back, over the puckered entrance of my ass and between my thighs.

  “It seems my little sub enjoys getting spanked.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “On your back.”

  “Yes, Sir,”

  Shaking, I rolled onto my back and allowed my knees to fall to the side.

  “Condoms?” I didn’t answer because I was too busy staring at his cock which passed his belly button. “Kennedy, you have enough toys to open a store. If you want me to fuck you, where are your condoms?”

  “Front pocket,” I said not taking my eyes from his shaft.

  Finn hunted around the front pocket of my suitcase and produced a strip of nearly-naked condoms. Standing at the edge of the bed, he ripped one of the foil packets open and worked the latex onto his heavy cock. He placed his hands on my knees and pushed them up to my chest, fully exposing me to his heated gaze.

  “Hold your knees in place.”

  I wrapped my hand around my knees, pressing them into my breasts. Finn positioned himself in front of me and tapped the head of his rock-hard cock against my clit, taking me to the edge again. I wiggled toward him, urging him to enter me. “I need you.”

  Lust darkened his eyes; he slid his cock to my entrance and rimmed the opening. I cried out needing him to go deeper. Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, he gripped my ankles and eased himself to the hilt. Both of us cried out in unison. He was bigger, much, much bigger than anything I was used to, and it took a few seconds for me to adjust to the stretch and the feeling of utter and complete fullness.

  “You’re so fucking tight. Am I hurting you?”

  “No, Sir. God, no. Fuck me.”

  He smiled in approval and moved his body in a fast rhythm; I met him thrust for thrust, mesmerized by his body, his face, his cock.

  “You want it hard?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Finn picked up speed. Pummeling into my depths. Taking me to the edge of heaven but pulling me back from the brink before I fell. He brought a finger to my clit and circled the hard bud. The need to feel my walls clench and release around his cock overwhelmed me. The sweet signs of my orgasm built in my thighs and tugged at my stomach. I couldn’t hold back.

  “Can I come, Sir?” My voice sounded strained, almost foreign.

  “Come for me. Let me hear and see what I do to you.”

  That was all I needed. With one more exquisite stroke from Finn, I screamed and released everything my body held. Lowering my legs, I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. My walls gripped his cock while his fingers danced over my clit.

  Finn increased his pace. Holding onto my hips for leverage, he jackhammered into me. With each punishing thrust, my pussy clamped down on him, and his face distorted as if in pain.

  He growled his climax, pumping into me with ferocious speed until his body stilled. On a strangled sigh, he slid from me and threw the condom into a wastepaper basket beside the bed.

  “Wow,” I breathed. “That was… It was as if you could see into my soul. Knew exactly what I needed.”

  “That was nothing.” He turned to face me. The soft look his eyes filled my heart close to bursting. “Your real training starts tomorrow.”

  “Um, training?”

  “You have zero self control. Plus, I need to know your likes, dislikes. Favorite things. What makes you happy, sad? And, we need to discuss limits.”

  “There’s nothing I don’t want. I want everything.”

  His eyes turned dark, serious. “What if I fucked you in the ass without discussing it first? Or, if I decided to loan you ou
t to another Dom for a few weeks?”

  Startled, I sat up. “You wouldn’t?”

  “Not if it’s a hard limit.” He hauled me into his strong arms. “Do you know what to call me when we’re not in play?”

  “Sir?”

  “Wrong. Sir and Master are for scenes only.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know.” Embarrassment at my apparent lack of knowledge burned my skin. Any minute now, he’d walk away without looking back.

  Finn gave me a questioning look. “You said you’d read some books.”

  “I did.”

  “Apparently, not the right ones. First thing tomorrow, we’re fixing that.”

  “I’d much rather learn by doing.” Relieved he wasn’t annoyed by my naivety, I wrapped my fingers around his hardening cock. “I’m an excellent student.”

  “I have no doubt.” He flipped me onto my back and pinned my hands to the mattress, and, for a few heart-stopping moments, his gaze devoured me. “We’re going to do this the right way. No games. No secrets. No mistakes. I love you, Kennedy. You’re mine.”

  Tears pooled in my eyes and spilled down the sides of my face. “I didn’t know how much I needed to hear you say those words,” I whispered. “I love you, Finn McIntyre. With all my heart and soul, I love you.”

  He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me as if he needed my breath to live.

  The End

  Double Distraction

  A Standalone Steamy Ménage Short Story

  Once again, I’d allowed my friends to talk me into going someplace I didn’t want to go. The Establishment heaved at the seams, and techno music vibrated the floor. Too many drunken people were busy getting drunker, and too many jerks made grabby hands at my ass. If my best friend, Lizzie, hadn’t been turning twenty-one at midnight, I’d have stayed home numbing yet another failed relationship with the aid of popcorn, a family-sized bag of M&M’s, and a Netflix binge watch.

  Tonight was supposed to be my and Garret’s six month anniversary. But last week he spoiled our perfect coupledom by hooking up with someone behind my back. Someone who, according to Garett, gave great blowjobs and put out. Thank God I didn’t go all the way with him. If I had, I would’ve been just another notch on his dick. Why did I have such a problem keeping a boyfriend? I would never be called a model, but I wasn’t ugly. Blondes with big butts and boobs were back in, right?