by Q. B. Tyler
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care, Dominic, just…I need it and so do you. Make me a woman. Make me…yours.” I lift my head, brushing my lips against his and down his throat. He relinquishes his grip on me to allow me to continue my trail across his shoulders.
“You feel so good, baby. I don’t want to lose control. I can never lose control with you.”
“Lose control? How?”
“I’d hate myself if I hurt you.” He ignores my question as he turns his penetrating gaze away from me and focuses on a spot next to my head.
“Hurt me?” Thoughts of that book and BDSM and Rihanna’s song about whips and chains float through my head and I briefly wonder if my stepfather has other predilections.
“I can get pretty aggressive when I fuck,” he tells me. He pushes me into the mattress and a hand snakes up my body and wraps around my throat. “I like to fuck hard.”
Intrigue spikes in my veins which is louder than my mind screaming at me to run. Run from this completely fucked up situation that will have me sitting on the couch of a therapist’s office in ten years explaining how I fucked my stepfather because I was horny and lonely and confused over this whole bullshit year.
But the part that seems to be controlling all of my actions screams to run through the door he’s holding open. I raise my pelvis again, pushing him further inside and I wince at the intensifying pinch but another swipe over my clit makes the feeling subside. “Fuck…me…hard,” I choke out.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Princess.”
“I know I want what you want.”
“Once I start…”
“You won’t hurt me; I know that much. Don’t say you won’t be able to stop because you would if I asked you to.” I reach around him and grab his perfectly sculpted ass and push him harder inside of me and he lets out a growl so sexy and wicked, I almost come. I’m about to urge him again when he pushes completely inside ripping through my hymen. My hands fly to his shoulders and I dig my nails furiously into his hard broad shoulders as a scream flies from my mouth.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m sorry!”
“Keep. Going,” I grit out, knowing that the pleasure will eventually take over after we’ve begun a rhythm. He pulls my hands from his shoulders and before I can think they’re by my ears on each side, with his hands pinning them down. I look into his eyes and see him looking down at me in question.
“Is this okay?” he asks, assumedly in reference to being restrained and I nod.
“Yes.” His hands slide into mine as his thrusts begin to become more erratic. He fucks me like he’s starved for me. His lips are on mine. Then my neck. Then my right nipple, then my left. He’s everywhere, starting a fire on my skin he has no intention of putting out; all the while his cock drills into me, fucking me relentlessly, punishingly, bruisingly. His hands leave mine and slide down my body back to my hips.
“Leave your hands there, or I’ll restrain you next time,” he tells me and I listen, although a part of me wonders what would happen if I were to disobey. His eyes find mine as if he can hear me and raises one eyebrow cockily as if to dare me.
Damn.
I smile and nod, obeying his command and it’s amazing that just in that quick exchange that the pain is already lessening.
“I knew your pussy would be tight, but fuck, Stassi.” He drops his face into my neck. “It’s taking everything out of me not to come right the fuck now.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because I want this to last…” He pushes and a groan floods my ears. “Forever,” he whispers and the need to have his lips on mine overwhelms me as my heart begins to pound. A fantasy of fucking him even when we return home begins to creep into my mind.
Waiting for him when he gets home from work in nothing but a pair of panties and a smile.
Sucking his dick in the shower before he goes off to work.
Sitting on his face every night just after pillow talk.
My body is succumbing to the thoughts of continuing this taboo relationship even back in our hometown where the moves have to be more stealth. The idea of getting caught has my body barreling towards an orgasm. “I’m pulling out,” he tells me, breaking me from the thoughts of my fantasy.
“What?!” I shriek, wondering why the fuck he’d want this feeling to end, ever.
“I’m fucking you from behind,” he tells me as he pulls out and flips me over all within a second. A hard hand finds my behind and I snicker.
“How long have you been wanting to do that, Daddy?”
“You have no fucking idea,” he chuckles. I turn around to look at him and watch him ogle my ass. “Holy fuck, your ass is pretty. Arch your back, beautiful,” he tells me and I do as he says. While I expect to feel his cock, I see him lean down and then I feel it. He drags his tongue through my slit, licking me from behind before moving upwards. My eyes, that had closed at the idea of having my pussy eaten again, fly open at the idea that he’s preparing to eat my ass.
“D-Dominic.” My voice is timid and shy and frankly scared as fuck at the thought of him doing something so…nasty.
“If you even think about getting prude on me, I’ll put you on your stomach, tie your arms and legs to each corner of this bed and eat your ass until you fucking cry,” he growls as his tongue circles my hole.
“I just…”
“Till. You. Cry,” he says as he probes my ass between each word. He pulls back and smacks my ass again before I feel his cock again. I turn around and see his eyes boring into mine, a sweet smile playing on his lips despite his sinfully sexy words and actions. “Before this weekend is over, I will have claimed every inch of your skin with my lips and tongue.” He slides inside of me and rotates his hips in a way that already has my clit splintering. “You hear me? Every fucking inch.” He grabs my hair, pulling the majority of my wild dark tresses into a ponytail as he begins to pound into me harder. With one hand in my hair and one hand on my hip, he fucks me wildly and aggressively, fucking me deeper with every thrust.
“Yes. Claim every inch.” I moan. I’m drunk on him and this and I know I’ll promise him anything he wants in this moment. I’m relishing in his possession and I feel equally possessive, wanting him all to myself forever. “Tell me how much you want me. How much you want to be the first man to come in my pussy.”
“I want to be the only fucking man to come in this pussy. You gave me a taste, Stassi, and now…fuck. I know it wasn’t the plan but…”
“Yes,” I agree. I will agree to anything to keep him doing that thing with his hands and his cock.
“FUCK,” he growls, letting his hand fall from my hair and to my other hip so he can pump into me even harder. “God, I’m close, are you? I need you to fucking get there.”
“I don’t know if…”
“That wasn’t a question or a fucking request, Stassia Rae. Make your pussy cream the fuck all over my cock. I don’t care what you have to do to get there.”
“But…”
“Now.”
“I need…touch me, Daddy, please,” I moan, and just as I thought it would, my clit tingles in response to my taboo words. One hand leaves my hip to slide between my legs and finger me all the while keeping the pace of fucking me. “Oh God, that’s it. Right there.”
“That it? I feel your pussy quivering. My God, you’re close.” Hands find my shoulders as he continues to fuck me and then I feel him move, like he’s mounting me and when I turn around he’s hovering almost above me, with one foot flat on the bed for leverage as his thrusts, damn near pushing me up the bed.
It’s so much deeper this way and I briefly recall every meme or post saying that a man can rearrange your insides in this position. My God, they’re right. My body will never be the same after Dominic and his dick wreck me.
I’ll never be the same.
“Stop thinking so much, baby. I’m here with you. Stay with me.”
“I’m here,�
“Fuck, this pussy is mine. You know that. Even if we never do it again. Even if you go on and date other men or fuck other men or marry another man. This pussy will always be mine because I laid my claim first.”
“Oh God,” I cry out. My vision blurs as tears well in my eyes and slowly cascade down my cheeks as the orgasm flares in my belly and shoots through me. “FUCK, Dominic!” I scream. I press my face into the pillow and bite down, and scream again, muffling the second sound just as Dominic succumbs to his own orgasm and lets out a guttural groan.
“Stassia, fuck, baby.” He continues to thrust for what feels like ages, prolonging my orgasm, and then suddenly, I feel him moving in the opposite direction and I feel empty. Like a part of me that I’d just recently discovered and fit so fucking perfectly is now gone. I turn around to see him sitting back on his heels, staring at me. I half expect him to have a look of horror or terror on his face now that he’s come, but I see a serene smile on his face. He moves closer to me and pulls me into his lap before capturing my lips with his and rubbing my back gently. “That was…the most…” He swallows and turns away slightly before shaking his head. “I’ll be honest, it’s never been like that for me. You are so…responsive. The noises you make, the way your body moves with mine. You’re perfect, baby,” he whispers in my ear and kisses down my neck. “Are you sore?”
“No, I think I’m in shock,” I whisper before I look up, meeting his worried gaze. “Good shock. Amazed shock.” I look down and see the red between my thighs and on the sheets and I feel my cheeks heat when I spy the blood on his cock as well.
“Hey, none of that. Nothing to be embarrassed about. To be honest, it makes me feel proud as fuck to have your blood on my dick, Stassi. I don’t know how I’ll ever look at my cock again and not remember this. Remember how you came and bled all over my cock the night I took your virginity.” He smiles and rubs his nose against mine. “But let’s get you cleaned up in the meantime. How about a bubble bath?”
If we only have one weekend together, I don’t want to spend one second away from him so the idea of taking a bath to get cleaned up doesn’t exactly appeal to me. He chuckles and presses his lips to mine. “I can hear your thoughts, Princess. I meant together.”
* * *
After our bubble bath, where Dominic spent almost an hour cleaning the traces of blood from between my legs, first with soap and water and then his mouth, we’d found our way back into bed. He’d removed and replaced the bloody sheets and we are now lying on fresh satin that cools my heated skin. He hasn’t said much since we lay down, and I briefly wonder if the gravity of what we’ve done has finally begun to weigh on him. I’m pressed against him, my face nestled under his chin, inhaling the Dove body wash we both used and his arms are wrapped tightly around me as he strokes my damp hair that he helped me French braid. “Do you regret it?” I ask quietly, my heart pounding in anticipation as I await his response. He doesn’t say anything and I fight the urge to fill the silence.
He removes his leg that had been resting between mine and pushes me onto my back so that he can hover over me. I’ve since put on a t-shirt but I had foregone panties in case the overwhelming need to touch me in the middle of the night came over him. “Stassi, I don’t believe in living with regrets. I’ve seen too much to live one second regretting my choices. I wanted you. I want you,” he clarifies. “But we crossed a line that is going to be hard to uncross. In a perfect world, we have this weekend and never talk about it again, but life isn’t perfect, and I worry we will struggle with finding some sense of normalcy now that I’ve known what your cunt tastes like.”
His words send a surge of empowerment through me and I fight the grin playing at my lips. “I don’t think what we did was a mistake.”
He sighs and falls to his back. I’m not sure what to make of this conversation until he slides his hand into mine and presses a kiss to the skin on my wrist before turning on his side to face me. “You could never be a mistake, but you do see how hard it would be to…continue this at home? And in that same breath, I just don’t know how this weekend could ever be enough. I feel so connected to you, and maybe it’s the tragedy or the guilt that we both share but you make me feel things I haven’t felt before, Stassi.”
I gasp, knowing he’s been married twice before, I wonder what possibly he couldn’t have felt yet. “What is it?”
“I don’t know and it terrifies me. It terrifies me that my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter makes me feel something that I haven’t felt with any woman, including those I was married to. Maybe it’s the fact that you are my stepdaughter.” He sits up and I watch as his muscles tense and flex. “It feels like more than that though. I still want to protect you and keep you safe and take care of you.” He stares out the window into the dark night and lets out a sigh. “But I also want to hold you and kiss you and fuck you and make you come.” I note his muscles tightening in his back and shoulders. “The world won’t let me have it both ways.”
His admission renders me speechless. Is it possible that he’s struggling with the thought of wanting more?
He lies back down and rubs a hand over his eyes. “It’s late, we can unpack all of this in the morning.” He pulls me closer to him and presses a kiss to my nose and then my lips gently. “I love you, Stassia, always.”
The smell of coffee and syrup rouses me from sleep the next morning. The last few moments of my peaceful, sex-induced slumber are ripped from me when I hear movement next to me. I open one eye and frown instantly when I see I’m all alone in this very large bed. The frown is instantly replaced when I turn to the other side of the bed to see Dominic standing beside me in nothing but tight black briefs that leave nothing to the imagination as he slides a tray of food onto my nightstand. A cup of coffee, a small bowl of fruit and yogurt, and a short stack of pancakes grace the tray and instantly my mouth waters to accompany the growl in my stomach. I look up at him and give him a smile to show my gratitude. “Morning.”
“Morning, beautiful, did you sleep well?” He presses his lips to my forehead before taking a seat on the bed next to me. “I brought you some Advil as well, in case you need it.” He nods towards the plate and only then do I notice the two brown pills sitting next to the coffee. “Are you sore?”
I am. The space between my thighs aches in a way I know I’ll feel his absence every second I move today. “Deliciously.” I smile before leaning in and pressing my lips to his neck. “It aches…but for more of you.” Desire flares in his eyes and I don’t miss the way his eyes flit to the space between my legs before he lifts my top up slightly. “I don’t know about sex right now, but…how about a kiss?”
He licks his lips and runs a hand over his jaw before he pushes me back. I’m expecting him to full on attack my pussy but he doesn’t. He merely presses a kiss to my sex. A peck. He doesn’t even use his tongue. When he pulls back, he gives me a wicked smile and I know he can see the fury in my eyes because he chuckles.
“Why the teasing?”
“Because you need to eat, and I need to run to the store.”
“Why?” I ask, sitting up and grabbing the steaming cup of coffee.
“We need a few things.”
“Well, can’t you wait for me and I’ll go with you?” I’m eager to spend more time with Dominic in a different capacity, one where we discuss more than just my grades and why I break curfew. There is so much about him that I don’t know despite the fact that we’ve shared a house for seven years.
“No, you stay. Eat and get set up by the pool; I’ll be back before you know it.” I frown, wondering what is so important that we need right now. What is more important than the orgasm, I need right now? I huff and roll my eyes, and he smiles before standing up.
“So impatient.” He cups my chin and presses his thumb to my lips. “You did want me to fuck you in the pool, right?”
His mention of my request last night has my sex pulsing in anticipation. “Yes, please.”
“Later,” he mouths before pressing a heated kiss to my lips. His tongue finds mine and I can taste the coffee on his tongue. I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck in attempts to pull him closer when he laughs against my lips. “Baby, I’ll be right back. I don’t want to go out tonight because I want you all to myself, so I just want to get a few things for dinner.” He brushes a few of my curls back that had sprung free in the night and drops another sweet kiss to my forehead.
The idea of this sexy date night with Dominic has all reservations floating away. He wants to be alone with me.
“Put on that yellow bikini again,” he says as he moves towards the door. “I want to fuck you while you’re wearing that.”
“So, how’s Charleston?” Kate’s chipper voice blares through the speakerphone as I continue to apply sunscreen. I’ve obeyed Dominic’s orders and donned the yellow bikini again, and now I’m sitting on the side of the pool with my legs in the water as I anxiously await his return. “Met any cute locals?”
The words that I’ve lost my virginity are trying to burst out of me, but I hold my tongue knowing that I’ll never be able to get away with disclosing half of the truth to Kate. I promised Dominic I wouldn’t tell a soul and even though I could probably swear Kate to secrecy, I don’t think I’m ready to reveal the truth either way.
“Ummm, there was a guy last night. He was a server at this restaurant Dominic and I went to. He invited me to this party but I wasn’t really feeling him. He had fuckboy vibes written all over him, which I don’t always write off right away, but I just wasn’t in the mood for it last night.”
“Ugh.” She scoffs. “Well, you still could have gone to the party. Sometimes guys come into your life so that you can meet their friends, you know.”
I snort in response and shake my head and change the subject. “How’s lockdown?”
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