Nine Steamy Step Stories

by Lilian St. James

  With the help of Aaron’s dad, we came up with a financial plan that would get me out of debt and back to normal in a few years. For now, I guessed I would keep working at my just-above-the-minimum-wage job. Sure, I could have begged Aaron to bail me out. That wasn’t me. I’d rather run naked through Times Square during a blizzard than ask him for money. He had enough hangers on without another one.

  ****

  By six-thirty on Saturday evening, I was dressed—sans underwear to avoid lines—and paced around my living room. In thirty minutes, the car would arrive and I would spend the night as Aaron Donahue’s date. Well, okay, maybe not his date, but it was the next best thing and I would take it. My nerves buzzed and jumped making it impossible to relax. I was fidgety because this opportunity was a way for me to get back into designing dresses, for me to make some contacts. Not because I was spending time with Aaron. No matter how many fantasies looped around my brain, he wasn’t interested in me, and if he was, we couldn’t. Our parents slept together, they had sex…it would be too gross for us to get it on, too. Wouldn’t it?

  Standing in front of my bedroom mirror, I twisted and turned searching for stray threads. The fabric was way more expensive than anything I’d ever used. On the day I had to sell everything else, I managed to save it, and I’m so glad I did.

  Tonight, I’d taken time with my makeup and wore a red lipstick that complimented the dress and made my teeth look whiter than white. My hair lay in soft waves over my shoulder. I was going for the Rita Hayworth mixed with Jessica Rabbit look—I think it worked. My ruby-red shoes were from a used clothes store. I knew which thrift stores the Fifth Avenue women donated their barely-used shoes to, and I’d lucked out by finding a pair of Jimmy Choos. My mom had bought me them as an early Christmas present. We were both bloodhounds when it came to sniffing out bargains.

  I picked up my red clutch which matched the shoes and hoped no one would notice it was from Kohl’s. A label snob I wasn’t, but the ladies who would attend tonight’s gala were. I didn’t even know what the event was in aid off. I’d Googled but couldn’t find a thing.

  At seven on the dot, my intercom buzzed.

  Sucking in a calming breath, I answered. “Hello.”

  “Ms. Duncan, this is your driver.” His accent was clipped and very British. How clichéd of Aaron.

  “Be right there.”

  Before running outside, I checked my appearance one last time.

  ****

  Beside a ginormous limo, stood a dapper middle-aged man dressed in gray with his hands behind his back. “I’m Harry, Ma’am.”

  “Pleased to meet you. I’m Skylar.”

  He nodded and bowed his head slightly. “Might I say, you look lovely? Mr. Donahue will be most pleased.”

  Heat flushed my cheeks. I shouldn’t care if Mr. Donahue would be most pleased, but it seemed I cared very much. “Thanks. I made the dress. It’s one of my designs.”

  “You did an outstanding job. Mr. Donahue awaits your presence at The Everglades.” Harry held the door open and I stepped inside.

  “Thank you.”

  He closed the door, and classical music drifted through the car. Why had Aaron sent a car this big? It was large enough to lie down and fuck in. I sighed and rolled my eyes. There would be no fucking in this car tonight or anywhere else for that matter. I would not give my heart false hope. Wetness coated my inner thighs betraying my thoughts. Apparently, my body wanted the fucking and lots of it. No. No. No. I wasn’t aroused because of Aaron. I was an anxious mess, which confused my hormones into believing I was still in lust with one of the world’s most eligible bachelors.

  About twenty minutes later, the car slowed and stopped. I pulled a small mirror from my clutch, checked my teeth for lipstick and heaved in a breath. This was it.

  The door opened and I expected it to be Harry, but Aaron stood there with his hand out and a broad smile on his face. Did he have to be so drop-dead gorgeous? I took his hand and stepped out of the car.

  “Sky, you look phenomenal.” He brushed his lips against my cheek and stepped back. Frissons of excitement jolted my body. Hells bells. I tried to remember if we’d ever touched before? We’d shook hands when we first met but had never hugged or had any other sort of bodily contact. That was a good thing since I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. If one touch on a not particularly erogenous part of my body could make me want to strip naked and beg him to fuck me, what would happen if he touched somewhere more sensitive? I firmed my lips against that thought, willing my hormones to calm the hell down.

  “Did you go to Bergdorf’s?”

  “No,” I said with a sigh, “I already told you I don’t want your money.”

  “You made this?” His dark brown eyes appraised me from head to toe.

  “My little mice friends did. When I woke up this morning, there it was.” I lifted up the hem of my dress and pointed my toes. “My fairy godmother gave me these shoes. It’s amazing what she did with a wand and a pair of busted sneakers.”

  He laughed and placed his hand on my stiff forearm. “You’re tense,” he said, “what’s wrong?”

  “Oh, nothing, nervous is all. I’ve never been to a fancy gala before.”

  “There’s no need for anxiety.” He led me inside the art-deco hotel, his hand still on my arm, which did nothing to stop the inferno raging inside of me. For a hotel holding a gala, the place was oddly quiet with a distinct lack of people in ball gowns and tuxedoes.

  “Where’s everyone else?”

  “I’ve a suite here, come up and I’ll explain.”

  A suite meant being alone with him and being alone with him was something I didn’t want. Alone meant things could happen, like me launching myself at him. Embarrassing myself in front of my boss and the man I had to face over brunch wasn’t a good idea.

  “No, I’m fine, but I’d kill for a glass of wine.”

  “Come up to my suite anyway, there’s something I want to discuss with you.” The way he glanced in my direction sent my heart thundering. There was a feral look in his eyes. One that said I was his prey and there was no escape.

  “Um, sure, okay.”

  We stepped into the elevator. There was only the two of us, but it seemed as if the space was too small to hold the currents flowing between us. He released my arm and I swayed forward, immediately wishing he would hold me again. Every inch of my skin ached to be touched, licked, and kissed by him.

  “So,” I said, my voice cracking, “What do you want to talk to me about? Our parents? Everything’s okay, right?”

  He leaned against the wall, his six-two frame wearing the shit out of his designer tux. The workmanship was flawless and I could tell it cost more than I earned in a year. I reached out and brushed my hand down his chest. As soon as I realized what I’d done, I dropped my hand as if scalded and stepped back.

  “Jesus, I’m so sorry. I was admiring the cut of the fabric. I didn’t mean to feel you up.” Beneath the fabric was a rock-solid body, sculpted by hours in the gym. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. If I’d slid my hand down any further, I’d have brushed it over his cock, which I guessed was long and wide.

  “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped forward and placed his hand on the flair of my hips. “Is it okay if I admire the cut of your fabric, too?”

  “S-sure, yes, um, yes, that would be okay.” He grazed his fingers up the curve of my hips, barely touching me. God, I longed for more. Wet heat pooled between my thighs and I swallowed a shaky breath.

  “Beautiful.” He moved his hand around until it rested below my breasts, which were about to bust the seams of my dress.

  “You’re incredibly talented,” he said. His expression grew tight and unreadable.

  “Uh-huh.”

  The elevator doors opened and he dropped his hand.

  “I apologize for doing this.”

  “What? Do what?” Kiss me. He was finally going to kiss me.

  He stepped out of the elevator. “Fire you.”
r />   “Did…did you just fire me?” I staggered after him into a sitting room bigger than my apartment. “You can’t fire me. I need that job. I have bills to pay. I can’t… You can’t.”

  He lifted a bottle of white wine from a cooler sitting on a serving cart, poured two glasses, and handed me one. I took it; my hands trembled so much the tawny liquid sloshed over the sides. I raised it to my mouth and took a gulp, not even tasting it. “Please don’t fire me, Aaron.” The plea in my voice sounded pathetic.

  “I have no choice.”

  “Why? I know I’m not a natural at technology, but I’m not bad enough to fire.”

  He stalked toward me and removed the glass from my white-knuckled hand. He set it on the serving cart and traced his fingers down either side of my collar bone until they met in the middle. An unintentional moan sounded from my throat, and I firmed my lips to block any other sounds or reactions.

  “It’s been a year. You’re too talented to sit in a cubicle. Let me help you get your business off the ground again.”

  He skimmed the pad of his thumb over my lower lip and my tongue reflexively flicked out to taste him. Momentarily stunned, I blinked before gazing into his eyes. He drew in a breath, and his pupils dilated then softened.

  “I don’t want your help,” I said. “If I decide to launch my business again, I can do it by myself.” I didn’t want him to know how desperate I was to design and sew.

  He cupped my cheeks and lifted my face until our lips were inches apart. “You can’t. I’m investing in you. It’s already been arranged.”

  “I’m not a charity case.”

  “It’s business.”

  “No. I—”

  His warm lips found mine and he all but stole my breath when he kissed me. He swept his tongue across my lips and then slipped it into my mouth. My hands found his hair, and I tunneled my fingers through the silky tresses and down to his impossibly broad shoulders. I was kissing Aaron Donahue. My stepbrother. It was wrong. So, so wrong. Pushing my hands against his bunched biceps, I broke away and took a step backward.

  “What’s this about, Aaron? What’s going on here?”

  He curled his hands around my shoulders. “I want you, Sky. I’m sick of searching for someone. Sick of blocking my feelings toward you. I’ve tried to stay away, but I can’t, not anymore. For too long you’ve kept me at arm’s length.”

  “Me kept you at arm’s length? I had this huge crush on you but forced myself to forget you. You acted like I wasn’t there half the time.”

  “I didn’t want anyone to guess my feelings towards you.” He backed me up against a wall and pressed his body against mine, the hardness of his erection seared my skin through the fabric of our clothes.

  “Oh, God,” I murmured. “OhGodOhGodOhGod.”

  “Give yourself to me, Sky.”

  A bazillion thoughts sped through my mind. Aaron was everything I could want—successful, powerful, kind, and considerate. “People will talk.”

  “I don’t give a fuck anymore.” He growled and pressed his lips to mine again.

  The scent of spice and male musk overrode my senses. I was his. Who was I kidding? From the day we met, I was his.

  “I’m yours,” I whispered against his lips.

  “I know.”

  He took my hand and led me to a bedroom that belonged in a palace. A gilded four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room, and floor to ceiling windows covered with sheer drapes let in shafts of defused light. At the side of the room was a sunken tub big enough to fit a football team.

  “Wow,” I said spinning around. “Is this real?”

  He smiled. “It is. But before you agree to anything, you have to understand what you’re getting into.” He motioned his head toward the bed and I followed his line of sight.

  On one side of the bed, on top of the comforter, were handcuffs, a flogger, a whip, blindfolds, various dildos, and several vibrators.

  “Oh, I see.” My heart thumped as if I’d run a one-minute mile.

  “There are things I need from a relationship.”

  I walked to the bed and picked up a flogger with butter soft tails. “You think I can fulfill those needs? I’m not sure I can. I know all about dominance and submission, but I’m not a natural submissive.”

  Hunger flared in his eyes and he watched me trail the flogger tails through my fingers. Trickles of arousal ran down my inner thighs and shivers rushed through me at the thought of having the tails hit of my skin. Having Aaron control me while he gave me orgasm after orgasm was enough to make me climax without having him touch me.

  “You might not think you can, but I know you can. I don’t want a submissive; I want someone who will challenge me but doesn’t mind being dominated in certain situations.”

  “Like in bed?”

  He gave me a slight nod.

  I set the flogger down and picked up a velvet blindfold. Would he use this on me while he flogged me? “Do I have to call you Sir or Master?”

  His delicious lips curved into a devilish smile. “Only if you want to.”

  I crinkled my nose. “I don’t think I do.”

  He nodded as if to say “okay.”

  The cuffs were made of the same soft leather as the flogger. Cream fur covered the insides. I brushed them over my wrists summoning goose bumps to the surface. God, how I wanted to be restrained while Aaron took what he wanted from me.

  “What about the gala?”

  He took a step toward me. “I lied, there isn’t one.”

  “What? But I… My dress. I worked so hard.” Disappointment sucker punched my stomach and tears blurred my vision.

  “There were paparazzi placed outside. They took photos of me helping you out of the car, kissing your cheek hello. By now the photos should be all over the internet. You, Ms. Duncan, are going to be an extremely busy girl.”

  “Why would you lie to me like that?” I blinked back my tears while the information seeped into me. “You could have just asked instead of this elaborate scheme.”

  “Would you have agreed to come, agreed to my help?”

  “Probably not. And, I still haven’t said yes to your help.”

  “You will.”

  Our eyes locked. He walked me backward until my thighs bumped off the mattress. Longing stole everything from my body until there was nothing left but want and need. His lips found mine again and he devoured me. Our tongues tangled and fought until I surrendered, allowing him to take control. How could something like this feel so right? I pressed my hands against his chest and brushed them down, down, down until I came to the waistband of his trousers. I unhooked the button, unzipped his fly and slipped my hand inside.

  “Fuck,” he cursed against my lips.

  I smiled and wrapped my hand around his shaft. My, my, my. He was as hard as steel and, just as I imagined, long and wide. My pussy walls squeezed needing him to fill me up.

  He traced his hands down the rise and fall of my spine until he found the zipper to my dress. He tugged it down, his fingers brushing against my skin as he did, setting me on fire. I hissed out a breath. My head lolled back and he nipped and kissed the nape of my neck. I swallowed hard and tightened my grip on his shaft.

  In a rustle of fabric, my dress fell to the floor. I stepped out of it. Aaron released himself from my grasp and bent to pick it up.

  “We wouldn’t want to ruin all the work your mice friends put into this.”

  “I guess not.” I laughed and he hung my dress over the back of a chair. For a moment, I forgot I was buck naked until I saw his eyes darken and his gaze roam over me.

  “You have a beautiful body. Perfect, in fact.” The gruff want in his voice made me shiver. I began to toe off my shoes.

  “Don’t,” he rasped. “Keep them on. I want to fuck you while you wear them.”

  I closed my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure assaulting my skin. Rivulets of desire soaked my thighs. My folds were swollen and hot, and my clit throbbed, begging for relief.


  He sat on a chair by the end of the bed. “Climb onto the bed and lay on your back.”

  Without questioning, I did as he asked.

  “Spread your legs; let me see your beautiful pink pussy.”

  His tone was wicked, his words filthy and I loved every single one of them. No man I’d ever been with had used such explicit words or commanded me to do something so dirty.

  Lying back, I planted my heels on the comforter, spread my legs, and lowered my hands. I peeled back my silky folds. He didn’t say a word and after a few minutes, I glanced at him. A ripple ran through my inner walls.

  His cock was clasped in his hand and he stroked himself in a steady rhythm, making his shaft swell and the tip glisten.

  “Grab one of the dildos and fuck yourself nice and slow.”

  Oh, boy, what he was asking was intimate beyond everything I’d ever experimented with. Could I even do something like that?

  “Skylar. Now.”

  The harsh command in his voice left no room for disobedience. Flames unfurled through my body. I leaned over and selected a ridged and lifelike dildo. It was bigger than any I owned but smaller than Aaron.

  “Fuck yourself the way you want me to,” he said.

  Bending my knees, I spread myself wider, all the time watching the rapt expression on Aaron’s face. He was stunning and everything I wanted, how had I refused my attraction to him? Excitement shook my hand. I slid the dildo over my clit, moaning when the cold plastic touched off my most sensitive spot. I was so wet; it would slip inside me with ease.

  I worked it from the top of my slit down to the puckered ring between my cheeks. Teasing myself, drawing the pleasure out. Aaron’s breathing sped up as did his hand.

  “Don’t make me wait, Sky.”

  Smiling, I worked the dildo into my depths. When it reached the hilt, my head fell back and I stilled waiting for my body to adjust to the stretch.

  “Do you really want to see how I need to be taken?” The huskiness in my voice made me sound almost unrecognizable. Not waiting for an answer, I slid the dildo out and got on my knees. My breasts hung heavy, and my nipples brushed off the silk comforter.