He spun us around. Moving toward his desk, he took one arm and swept the surface clean before laying me down on top of it. He kissed me again as he squeezed and groped my breasts. His lips left mine, and he trailed them along my jaw and down my throat. I whimpered as he kept going lower. He stopped at my chest and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it as he pinched and tugged at the other.It was too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough. I was pulsing between my legs, more and more desperate for release with each second that passed. As if he could sense my racing thoughts and desires, Cyrus moved from my breasts and made his way down my belly, stopping long enough to push my skirt up and pull down my underwear. He pushed my thighs apart and released a heavy breath that I felt against my tender flesh.“You’re gorgeous,” he growled, his eyes devouring me. With a smirk, he glanced up to meet my gaze. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”I let out a little cry when he lowered his
Cyrus“Cyrus? What’s the matter, baby? You don’t look like you’re having a good time.”I barely kept myself from rolling my eyes at my date’s childish whining. She clung to my arm, shoving her breasts against me and suffocating me with her cloying perfume. I glanced at her and scowled. Not long ago, I’d have found her overly-contoured face and surgically sculpted body appealing, but tonight…she wasn’t doing it for me.“I’m tired,” I grumbled, taking a deep drink of my scotch. It was the third or fourth one I had already. I couldn’t remember, but I also didn’t care. I wanted to get drunk, so I could numb this throbbing ache in my chest.This pain was all Sadie’s fault. I shouldn’t be this torn up inside over her, but I couldn’t get her out of my head. She’d burrowed her way into my mind and planted roots. I wanted to rip her out of there, so I could get some damn peace, and I’d thought going out with someone else would help. The woman next to me, Brittany, had been all but throwing her
Frowning, I looked out the car window. We were parked by the curb in front of the townhouse and it took my addled brain a few moments to realize what it was that had my driver so startled.Ralph.He stood at the bottom of the front steps, his hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped. He stared at the car expectantly. Was the bastard waiting for me?With a snarl, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind me.“What the hell are you doing here, Ralph?” I barked, stomping toward him. “Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you came here again?”I saw his throat work as he gulped, and I could tell he was nervous as he gazed up at me.“I…I want to talk to you about Megan,” he stammered. “I want custody back.”I stared at him, momentarily struck speechless.“Are you kidding me?” I spat. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”He shook his head. I could tell he was trying to be brave, but I obviously intimidated him. Good. I wanted him to tremble in fear whenever he was around me.“I
SadieI paced the floor of my room, too stressed and in my head to go to sleep. Cyrus had gone out on a date. A date! I knew I shouldn’t care. I should actually be glad. If he was with someone else, that meant he was moving past me.Yet, the thought made my stomach twist so hard, I thought I might be sick.I had no right to feel this way. After all, I was the one who rejected him. I’d practically run out of his office after he’d given me an incredible orgasm that had made my eyes roll in the back of my head. It had been so incredibly selfish of me, but I’d panicked. Sex was a line that I knew we shouldn’t cross, but we kept inching closer and closer to it. I felt out of control when I was in his arms, and that scared me. I’d never felt like that with anyone before.What was I going to do? I couldn’t keep going like this. I couldn’t hide in my room and pace back and forth every time he went out with someone else. I couldn’t just avoid him whenever things got awkward between us. Still,
“Yes,” he growled with a nod. “Touch me.”I gazed into his eyes. He stared back at me, his gaze slightly glassy but hungry and desperate. I couldn’t remember a man ever looking at me the way that Cyrus did. As if he would simply die if he couldn’t have me, especially at that moment, when he was drunk and not fully in control of himself. His armor was down, and he wasn’t trying to hide just how much he wanted me.It was intoxicating, and my head began to swim with a combination of lust and giddiness. Holding his gaze, I slowly undid his pants and slid my hand inside past his underwear. I wrapped my fingers around him and watched his jaw clench as a groan slipped past his lips. His hand remained between my legs, his fingers rubbing my sensitive flesh as I stroked his hard length.Our breaths mingled as our lips hovered so close together, we were practically kissing, but we held back as we continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. As I watched pleasure dance across his face, my own pleas
CyrusI had never felt such an intense and mind-numbing fear. The moment I’d heard Megan’s scream, I’d grown instantly sober. All thoughts of what I and Sadie had just been doing vanished from his mind.Sadie was right beside me as we sprinted up the stairs and down the hall to Megan’s room. I burst through the door and my eyes instantly settled on my niece, who sat up in her bed, sobbing.“Megan? What’s wrong?” I asked.She didn’t say a word, unable to speak around her cries, but she pointed to the window. I rushed across the room and threw it open. There was a tree branch that hung so close, its branches nearly scraped the glass of her window. I hadn’t realized the tree was that close to the townhouse. I looked all around, but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The street below was quiet and empty but well-lit with streetlights. It would be difficult for someone to hide from view, even at night. I didn’t see anyone walking along the sidewalk. A couple cars drove by, but neit
That did seem to comfort Megan a bit more. Sniffling, she lifted her head from Sadie’s chest and turned her face toward me. Her face was red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. It gutted me to see her so distraught, and I wanted to hunt down Ralph at that very moment and beat him bloody.“Okay, Uncle Cyrus,” she murmured. She moved from Sadie’s lap and climbed into mine, curling up like a kitten. I gazed down at her a moment, stunned. I wasn’t exactly the guy people turned to for comfort, and yet, here was this tiny girl, putting all her trust in me to keep her safe and calm her fears.Looking up to find Sadie gazing at us with a soft expression, my heart began to race. She reached over and laid her hand on my shoulder. We didn’t say a word, just hovered around Megan, offering her what comfort and security we could. I wanted to hold her and never let her go. I never wanted to see that tear-filled expression on her face ever again. She continued to cry and whimper, but the sounds
SadieMegan was still shaken up the next day, understandably so. I couldn’t imagine how terrifying it had to have been for her to look outside her window and see a man trying to break into her room. It’s the type of thing that would traumatize a child, and I was so furious that it happened to her, I didn’t know what to do with myself.I woke up in her bed with her clinging to me, awake and trembling. We spent some time just huddled together until she felt calm enough to get up and get ready for the day. Obviously, she wasn’t going to go to school. For the entirety of the morning, Megan latched onto my side. She didn’t want to be alone, even to go to the bathroom.If she wasn’t attached to my hip, she was stuck to Cyrus. He appeared at breakfast with an intentionally blank expression. No doubt, he didn’t want Megan to know what he was feeling, but in the moments when he knew she wasn’t looking at him, I could see flashes of his fury and could tell just how disturbed he was by the incid
Xavier I take a seat on the couch and Hazel obediently bends over my knee the way she’s been taught to do. Although she’s getting what she wants, I’ve turned it around on her, and now she’s nervous. Asserting my dominance, something I hope we’ll incorporate into our relationship more and more, has made this interaction even more enjoyable for me. My cock is getting hard as she stretches out over my thighs.I run a hand up the back of her legs, taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her laid out like this. The uniform is so perfect, so innocent… I love the feel of the rough wool of the skirt, and her childish little knee-high socks. I’ve always wanted to fuck her in her school uniform, and the anticipation of it is making my dick throb.I run a hand up to her ass, over her panties, enjoying the feel of her under my hand. I slide a hand under the fabric and squeeze her ass, and that’s when I notice her panties are very wet. They’re practically soaked through.“Dirty girl,” I growl. “Wha
I turn to see Xavier’s Jaguar rolling up to the curb behind me.It’s one thing to make fun of me, but it’s another thing altogether to see the three of them laughing at Xavier, delighting in their characterization of him as some kind of pervert. A protective reflex snaps in me. I don’t need these kids in my life. And after today, I’ll never see them again.Besides, I think, catching a glimpse of Xavier through the window, what the fuck are they even laughing at? Xavier is gorgeous by anyone’s standard, one powerful hand on the steering wheel, the light highlighting his strong jaw covered in a rough scrape of beard—a few days’ growth I find very sexy. He’s driving a goddamn Jaguar, and what do these boys have going for them? Kye has the Jeep that was given to him by his parents, and Christine has already told me that Eric has trouble getting off because he watches too much porn.These assholes don’t have the right to say anything to me.“Hey, it’s Daddy!” laughs Kye. “You gonna let him
Imagine how she would react if I told her the truth, I thought.But what’s done is done, and once I’d told her that version of the story I had to stick to it, constantly adding new details that I thought might make it more palatable for her. ‘He acts younger than he is,’ I told her. ‘His wife got custody of the kids, so he doesn’t have them anymore.’ Every lie I added to make it sound better only seemed to make it sound worse. At some point, I started thinking the truth would look better in comparison.When the teacher’s phone alarm rings, she orders us to put down our pens and collects our papers, and then Christine and I head to our lockers together to clean them out. It’s our very last day at school. Our last day in this building, our last day as high schoolers. And, I can’t help but wonder, maybe our last day as friends. Ever since I started telling Christine about my older boyfriend, ‘Jack,’ it’s only seemed to make her angrier and more judgmental, like I’ve disappointed her some
“You’re going to Cathy’s house?”“No, actually. I’m going back to New Mexico. Jack called and we talked it all out.”I still have no idea why she left New Mexico, can barely retain the name Jack. There have been so many men on the sidelines of my life with Melanie that after a while they all started blending into meaningless noise. Jack or no Jack, it doesn’t matter. It all comes down to Melanie. Melanie leaving. Melanie creating drama. Melanie being all about Melanie.“Uh, okay. Great.”“Unlike some people, Jack is capable of learning and growing, and now he understands that without my art, I’m nothing, Xavi I’m nothing.”“Melanie,” I interrupt her. “What about Hazel? Are you going to call her?”She gives a heavy sigh. “I wasn’t a bad mother, you know.”“I didn’t say you were.” I didn’t say it, no, but I’ve come to realize I’ve been thinking it ever since I first met Melanie and Hazel—at least on some level. Ever since Hazel’s hand was only big enough to wrap around one of my fingers
“Jesus Christ, Hazel,” he groans. “Fuck. I’m looking forward to fucking your ass. I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard in your tight little ass.” He presses his finger into my hole, making little circles around the rim as everything inside of me draws tight and suddenly I’m screaming, crying out as I turn inside out and Xavier moans loudly, rolling his head back against the wall as he comes.As his spasms subside, he lowers his head back down and smiles at me, and kisses me softly. Our eyes flicker as they dance back and forth, looking deeply into each other’s. For the first time that I can remember, he doesn’t feel like my stepfather, and I realize that we’re becoming peers. Two humans that hold the key to the other person’s ecstasy. He’s my lover.With a swing of his arm, he lowers me onto my side—foreheads still touching, legs still interlocked, his cock softening but still inside of me. I’m dizzy with happiness, inhaling his breath and his skin. It’s the closeness I crave and
He pulls me down hard against him, his erection pressing against my sore pussy, and I wriggle against him, the soreness almost pleasant, arousal blurring and transforming the pain.“I want to give you something special,” I say timidly. “I wish I could have given you a better Father’s Day gift.”“Oh, sweetie.” He smiles. “I love your gift.”“But I mean, I want to give you something else. If you want to.” Suddenly I’m heating up with embarrassment. Surely this isn’t that hard to say. “Anal sex.” I blurt it out. “I thought maybe…would you like that?”“Sweetheart,” he says gently, then his whole face transforms as a smile pulls at the corner of his eyes. He laughs—a delicious, low rumbling sound. “Wait. Are you saying you want to give me anal sex for Father’s Day?”I can’t help but laugh either, an almost hysterical and involuntary reflex. When he puts it that way…it highlights the absurdity of this whole thing.“I guess so,” I giggle. “I didn’t really mean it that way, but I guess so.”“
HazelI Lie Awake in bed for a long while, wondering if Xavier will sneak in at some point. I’m alternately hopeful and despairing. Last night, it felt like nothing could ever come between us, but tonight, watching my mother flirt so overtly with him at dinner, I’m not so certain. It made me hotly jealous to find out they had sex on their second date. More than that, it was the fond smile the memory evoked in Xavier. What if my mother has somehow weaved her web around him again?I text Christine to chat but she seems standoffish and aloof.Are you just trying to chat or is something up? she eventually asks.Just chatting, I answer. Wanted to see how you are.I’m fine, she answers. Now you know. Why aren’t you chatting with your secret older boyfriend?I sigh and don’t answer. I don’t know how to. After staring at my phone blankly for a while, I put it down and stare at the ceiling instead.So Xavier and Melanie had sex on their second date. It’s painful to think of them being together
Every Daddy is a reference, a hidden threat to her mother. She’s feeling brave enough to flirt with danger, but I act like it’s perfectly natural. Like she’s always called me Daddy.The card is simple: ‘You’re the very best father I ever could have imagined. Thank you so much for everything you do for me.’ The book is a small coffee table book about architecture in Switzerland, not the most inspired gift, but I’m touched by the sentiment. “Thank you so much, sweetie,” I say, giving her shoulder an affectionate squeeze.“My turn,” grins Melanie, lifting a gift bag up from her feet and sliding it over to me. It appears to contain a bottle of wine. Better be a five-hundred dollar bottle of wine, I think to myself.But when I open it up, it’s not. It’s a seven dollar wine at best, but one that surprises me with the warm memories it brings up. I laugh with genuine mirth as I pull it out of the bag.“Almaden!” I exclaim, chuckling. “Oh my God. How did you ever find this?”Melanie laughs too
Mon dieu. “I thought you said you were sore.”She nods. “I don’t care. If I have to sit through dinner with Melanie pretending that everything is perfectly normal between us, I at least want the pain to remind me that you secretly fucked me in the bathroom.”It’s hopeless. My dick is hard already, throbbing in my pants. How has Hazel become such a filthy little girl so quickly? I’m equally shocked and turned on at the forbidden scenario she’s imagining. The one thing I can’t bring myself to tell her is that her mother has already guessed it—and doesn’t care. That, more than anything, is something I never want Hazel to know.“Turn around and put your hands on the counter,” I say in a low voice, turning off the water and unzipping my pants. I stand behind her, lining my cock up with her entrance and lean forward to murmur in her ear. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you while Mommy’s downstairs?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers. I squeeze a hand around her hip as