CYRUS Having Miss Bruns in my house was proving much more challenging than I’d anticipated, and I hadn’t thought it’d be easy by any means. Every day she was there, I questioned my decision to hire her in the first place. As great as she was for Megan, she was devastating for my peace of mind.She seemed to permeate the entire house. Her scent was everywhere. I didn’t understand how that was possible so quickly, but every room I walked into, I was teased by the floral perfumes she wore or the smell of her shampoos and body wash. She was particular to lavender and cherry blossom.If it wasn’t her scent, it was the sound of her voice. Walking down the hallways, I’d hear her laughter as she played with Megan or her friendly tone as she chatted with Mrs. Plumb. There was a warmth in her voice that I never heard when she spoke to me. A small part of me felt a sting of jealously when I heard her talking to anyone but me, because they got to hear the musical lilt in her voice while I never
CRYRUS“What am I doing?” I replied, instantly defensive. “It’s my house. I should be asking you that.”She scowled. How could a woman be so freaking gorgeous when she was angry? It was ridiculous.“I couldn’t sleep,” she said with a hiss. “I was going to the kitchen for a glass of water, if you must know.”Her snappy tone only poked at the fire already burning in my belly. Anger and arousal swirled within me, and I worried that she’d be able to see my reaction to her.“I’m still getting used to having you here,” I shrugged dismissively. “It’s perfectly reasonable for me to be suspicious of what you’re doing roaming my house in the middle of the night.”She rolled her eyes, and my hand twitched as I imagined putting her over my knee.“Whatever,” she murmured, turning toward the staircase and flipping her long, red hair over her shoulder. “I don’t have to stand here and listen to your ridiculous insults. You’d think you’d be a little nicer to me at this point, but I guess you’re just a
SADIE By the third week, I was feeling comfortable with my job as it pertained to Megan, but things between Mr. Grave and me only seemed to be getting worse. He continued to avoid me as much as possible, even going so far as to walk out of the room when I entered it. It was infuriating and insulting, but what was worse was how disappointed I found myself to be whenever it happened.For some ridiculous reason, I didn’t want him to ignore me. I’m not sure exactly when that idea changed for me, but I suspected it was that night we’d run into each other in the hallway. He’d looked sexy and disheveled with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair had been mussed and wild, completely different from how sleek and perfect it always appeared.The way he’d looked at me, though, was what had really shaken me to my core. His eyes had practically devoured me, and I’d been all too aware of the fact that I’d been wear
Megan looked up at me as I reached her, and I was startled to see that blank expression on her face once again.“Megan?” I said in a gentle voice. “Who was that man? What did he want?”She stared at me for a few moments, and I could discern nothing from her gaze. She didn’t appear to be physically hurt in anyway, but that didn’t mean the creep hadn’t said something awful to her.“Megan?” I softly urged.Blinking, she finally answered, “That was my daddy. He wanted to talk to me.”It felt like my heart stopped. For a moment, I was completely frozen before panic set in and began pumping adrenaline through my veins.Grabbing Megan’s hand, I said, “Come on, honey. We’ve got to get you home.”I tried not to make my panic obvious to her, but I don’t think I did a great job of hiding it. We hurried to the car and climbed into the backseat, and I told Bill to get us home as quickly as he could. Only once the car was in motion did I manage to relax somewhat, but I was still startled by the sud
SADIEI managed to keep my anxiety in check for Megan’s sake, but my stomach was gurgling and my mind was racing with all sorts of terrible ideas of why her dad had suddenly reappeared. I wanted to talk to Mr. Grave so badly, but he didn’t come home in time for dinner. In fact, it wasn’t until much later in the evening, after I had put Megan to bed, that I heard the front door open, indicating his return.I’d been waiting impatiently in the living room, trying to watch TV to distract me. The moment I heard him come into the house, I jumped to my feet and hurried out to the foyer to greet him.“Mr. Grave,” I said the moment I saw him. “I need to talk to you.”He looked momentarily surprised to see me and then let out a huff of breath, as though annoyed.“It’s been a long day, Miss Bruns,” he grumbled. “I’m sure whatever complaints you have for me can wait until morning.”I ignored his small insult and came to a stop in front of him.“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” I insisted. “Someth
CYRUS My fury threatened to overwhelm me. The urge to go out and hunt Ralph down myself was so strong, I’d locked myself in my office to keep myself from getting into trouble. I had to remind myself what was at risk if I tried to handle him personally. My custody of Megan wasn’t permanent yet, and if I did anything to put myself at odds with the law, she’d most likely be taken from me.Still, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to smash my fist in Ralph’s face over and over again. It was an immensely satisfying fantasy, and one I’d had ever since I’d discovered all that he had been doing to Kate.I had to immediately shut down that train of thought. I was angry enough as it was. I didn’t need to remember all the abuse he’d put my sister through. Very likely, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back from hunting him down if I let those memories run free.I sat at my desk, drumming my fingers impatiently on the surface as I waited for my head of security to arrive. I didn’t
CYRUS “I want you to put a tail on Miss Bruns, our nanny,” I answered. “I want to make sure she’s safe and guarded as well.”Caleb appeared surprised by that. Tilting his head, he studied me for several long moments. There was a gleam in his eye that I didn’t like.“What?” I growled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”“This new nanny…is she cute?”I glared at him. “Not funny.”“Not trying to be funny.” He smirked, his eyes dancing with mirth at my obvious annoyance. “Just curious. You seem rather protective of her.”“Of course I am,” I said. “She’s taking care of my niece. I don’t want anything to happen to either of them.”“Makes sense.” Caleb shrugged, that stupid grin still on his face. “But you seem to be a bit worked up about her. Tell me about her, buddy. Come on. Don’t hold back.”“There’s nothing to tell,” I replied sharply. “She’s my nanny. That’s it. That’s all. She takes care of Megan and is good at her job. I don’t want her to regret working here.”I tried to make mys
SADIE We made it to the weekend, but I was still shaken up by the incident with Megan’s dad. She seemed all right, but I kept a close eye on her to make sure she wasn’t struggling with any anxiety or fear like I was. There were moments when I would catch her staring off into space, apparently lost in thought. I’d ask her what she was thinking about, and she’d give me an odd look and insist that she wasn’t thinking of anything. I didn’t believe her, but I didn’t push the issue either. I didn’t want her to feel pressure to process things she wasn’t equipped to process.Still, I wanted to help her. I wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be okay…though I didn’t know how I could do that. I was just her nanny, after all. I wasn’t her mother or aunt. What could I say to her that would possibly make her feel better? What could I say to assure her that her father wouldn’t harm her? I couldn’t even be certain that was true, and I didn’t want to lie to her.I hated to admit it,
“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.”“