CLIOHe can’t find someone else because he’s mine. The intrusive thought reared its ugly head, and once again, I told myself that was nonsense. Before I could go down the mental rabbit hole of all the different scenarios I’d played out in my head of how Aidan and I would end up, the doorbell rang.“That’s probably her,” Sydney said, excited.I looked down at my ratty, paint splattered clothes. “Hopefully, she doesn’t judge harshly.”Sydney waved her hand. “Oh, she won’t care about that. Would you mind getting the door though, my hands are covered in paint,” she asked as she headed for the kitchen to clean up.I wiped my hands on my shorts, leaving paint smears, before walking over to open the front door. Surprise struck me as I saw Lila standing on the doorstep. “Hey,” she said tentatively. “I’m here about a room for rent?” She smiled tentatively at me.“Really? I mean, are you sure?” My fingers clung to the door frame for dear life. I remembered myself and moved aside so she could co
EpilogueAIDAN The following June…My whole life, my mother had been telling me that if I was willing to put myself out there for love, then I would be bound to find the great love of my life.I’d resisted her advice, and it seemed like there was always some reason why I didn’t think it was appropriate. I saw now that it just wasn’t the right time, and it wouldn’t be the right time until that one fateful morning when I saw a young, beautiful woman needing help in the water.I looked over to my right and admired the glowing profile of my bride-to-be. She caught me staring and gave me a coy smile, and the look in her eyes told me that later we would be enjoying some much-needed one-on-one time amidst all of these festivities. Between Lila’s graduation today and our wedding the next day, everything had been a whirlwind for the last few weeks.My daughter was due to walk across the stage to receive her hard-won degree. This day was a proud moment for any parent, but after everything Lil
Blurb:Some women were untouchable—temptations meant to be resisted. But the moment she stormed into his office, eyes blazing and full lips daring him to react, his carefully built restraint crumbled. She didn’t swoon over his wealth or cower before his authority. No, she met his gaze with defiance, her sharp tongue leaving him both infuriated and aching.Her curves were a work of art, a sinful masterpiece that haunted him long after she’d left the room. Every move she made, every glance, was a test of his willpower. She wasn’t just forbidden—she was under his roof, and the temptation of her so close, so untouchable, was driving him to the edge.When the shadows of her past came creeping in, bringing danger to their doorstep, it awoke something primal inside him. Protecting her and the little girl who had become his reason for living became his sole mission. It wasn’t just about want anymore—it was about need. Fierce, desperate, and all-consuming.His empire, his fortune—none of it ma
SADIE“I don’t care how much it costs to expediate the process, Louis. The potential profits will make it worth it in the end,” he said in a cool, matter-of-face tone as he rounded his desk and sat in his chair. He didn’t even look at me as he sat back and crossed his leg over his knee. He’d unbuttoned his gray suit jacket, and my eyes flickered down his torso. The crisp, white dress shirt he was wearing seemed to strain against his chest and abs as he moved and flexed.When I realized my mouth was hanging slightly open, I quickly pressed my lips together and tore my eyes from him. He didn’t seem to notice, though, as he continued talking on his phone, completely ignoring my presence.“I don’t care what the board thinks,” he said, his voice a throaty growl. “This is my call. I want it done. Got it?”Geez, he sounded like an asshole. I supposed he had to be to some extent. How many people reached his level of success and wealth without being a little dickish now and then?His conversat
He had a beautiful face, but he was rotten on the inside. Whatever initial spark of attraction I’d felt toward him was squashed by his ugly personality. Spinning on my heel, I marched toward the door, throwing it open and storming out without a backwards glance.I made my way through the house to the front door, furious and disappointed that this opportunity turned out to be such a disaster.As I passed by the living room door, a small movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention.Turning, I spotted an adorable, little girl peeking out around the doorframe. She had black hair and gray eyes just like Mr. Grave, but her gaze didn’t have any of the coldness his had.“Hello,” I said with a grin. “Are you Megan?”Nodding, the little girl smiled shyly and stepped out from behind the doorframe.“Yes,” she answered. “Who are you?”She had a sweet, little voice, and I couldn’t help but be charmed by her. Bending over, I rested my hands on my knees, so I could be closer to eye-level
CYRUSMiss Bruns stared at me with eyes so green, they reminded me of emeralds. Once more, I was struck by how gorgeous she was. Her wavy, red hair fell loose around her shoulders and stray strands caressed her pale face. A smattering of light freckles crossed her pixy nose, and that body…good Lord, it should be a crime for a woman to possess so many luscious curves.It was a shame she had such a mouth on her, along with an annoying personality. She might have been able to tempt me, otherwise. As it was, though, all I wanted was for her to get out of my house before the headache she’d given me grew worse.“What are you still doing here?” I demanded to know when she did not respond to my last question. Apparently, I’d made her speechless. I suspected that was a rarity. “I told you to leave.”Before Miss Bruns could say a word in response, Megan hurried forward and stood in front of her, as if protecting her.“Uncle Cyrus, don’t make her go!” the little girl begged. “Sadie is nice! I wa
CYRUS Three days later, Sadie came back with just a few boxes and a suitcase to move in. Thinking it was best that I stay out of her way while she got settled, I tasked my housekeeper, Mrs. Plumb, with helping her and showing her where her room was. I stayed in my office for most of the day, only coming out in the middle of the afternoon because I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever.Making my way down the hall, I paused when I heard Megan giggling from her room. Slowly, I eased closer to the door and peeked inside to see what she was up to. Miss Bruns was inside with Megan, who was excitedly showing her new nanny all of her favorite stuffed animals that she kept lined up on her bed. Miss Bruns was nodding and smiling, showing genuine interest in what Megan was chattering about.I had to admit, I was pleased to see Megan and Miss Bruns getting along so well already. It made me feel better about hiring the woman. Maybe we could make this work after all.At that moment, Megan glanced tow
SADIEThe first week of my nannying was fairly straightforward, mostly consisting of getting to know Megan’s routine. She woke up at six every morning, had breakfast, and got ready for school. Mr. Grave had a driver who took her, but I would ride with her and make sure she got into the school building. Her uncle had enrolled her in a prestigious private elementary school that probably cost about the same per year as my college tuition did.While she was at school, I would help Mrs. Plumb with errands, housework, or I would spend time writing. Shortly after lunch, I would return to Megan’s school with the driver to pick her up and bring her home. She would have a snack, change out of her school uniform, and we would spend time playing together until it was time for dinner. After dinner, it was bath time, then bed time.Every day was very structured, and we rarely deviated from the schedule. I didn’t mind that so much. It’s important for a little kid to have a routine, especially when t
“Stepdaughter,” I correct him. “Ex-stepdaughter.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hazel returning to the table and cringe at my own timing. She smiles curiously at both of us as she takes her seat, probably wondering why we each look so uncomfortable.I take another deep breath. “I was just telling Bob,” I explain to her. “About us.”There’s a half second where she looks confused, like she doesn’t understand what I mean, and then relief washes over her face. “You were?” She blinks incredulously.“Yes.” Her reaction makes me care less about Bob’s. It’s pure joy for me to see her this way. I will do anything to make her happy. It doesn’t matter what people think.“Wow,” Bob says, still looking stunned. “Sorry. This is taking a moment to compute.”“Of course.” I tear my eyes away from Hazel’s glowing face to look at him. “I didn’t mean to shock you. But I do want to be honest with you.”“Yes,” he says emphatically, nodding his head. “Please. Always. Listen, I can’t judge. I had…I mean
Xavier Over The Summer, Hazel and I settle into a new kind of life together, one that feels like a hybrid of our many roles.By day, Hazel takes a pre-university course at the University of British Columbia to improve her chances of admission when she applies next spring. I drive her to school, pack her lunch, make dinner, and take care of her as I always have.But at night, in the privacy of our home, we take on new forbidden roles, exploring a taboo that fulfills something unique in each of us. For me, being Hazel’s Daddy is about more than the taboo role-play. I enjoy the way it intersects with BDSM and allows me explore domination, as well as satisfying my need to express my love through caretaking. Being Hazel’s protector and provider adds a dimension of meaning to my life I didn’t know that I was missing.In our new dynamic, Hazel discovers a sense of security that I see reflected in her confidence. She’s happy and carefree knowing that she can count on me to look after her.Mo
I press the head of my cock against her pussy and rub it slightly against her hole, enjoying how wet it is, before pushing myself in. She’s tighter than ever with the jewel in her ass, and she gasps loudly as I stroke myself in and out of her tight cunt until I have to stop myself abruptly, dropping my head and taking ragged breaths. I’m so close to coming already. I slide myself out with a shiver, heart hammering, and then run my thumbs over her cheeks, admiring the beautiful jewel peeking out between the two firm muscles of her ass.“Do you know how to take it out?” I ask her.She shakes her head. “No.”“You need to push it out, while I pull.”“Oh.”“No need to worry, it will just take a minute. Now do as I say.” I hold the sides of the jewel and pull lightly and she gasps in surprise as it slides out.Her asshole is perfect, tiny and dark pink from the weight of the plug. I place the plug on her bedside table and pick up the lube, pouring it generously over her hole, and rubbing it
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.”“