Chapter 1 [Kendall] “Thanks for inviting me,” I say, smiling at Elora as I nudge her with my shoulder. She laughs, lifting her champagne glass. “You needed a break, Kendall. It’s about time.” I wiggle my toes in the clear, saltwater pool and glance at her perfectly manicured feet. “Yeah, I don’t get out much.” Elora tilts her head knowingly. “Because you’re always at home taking care of your dad.” I nod, the usual heaviness settling in. “He’s not been the same since the heart attack. I’ve taken over most of the household stuff. Lucky he made enough money as a low-level guy before getting sick to take care of us. I owe him everything.” “You’re a good daughter,” she says sincerely before grinning again. “But today’s about mimosas and sunshine, so drink up.” I smile, taking another sip of my drink. Elora’s been my best friend since we were twelve, always dragging me into fun I didn’t know I needed. Sometimes I think she tries to live enough for both of us. When Marco Barone’s voi
[Camden] I can think of about five things I’d rather be doing (three of them women) that isn’t standing around at Bruno Esposito’s stupid party. It isn’t even really a wiseguy party, just something that Bruno has thrown together for his birthday. I ended up driving Elora here early because she couldn’t wait, which left Kendall to finish getting ready on her own.Elora bolted the second we arrived, no doubt hunting down Bruno or stirring up trouble somewhere else. The mansion is huge, probably bigger even than Dante’s-my capo. The Espositos are an old family, and Bruno is the next in line. I guess that’s part of the reason that Elora likes him so much. She’s attracted to power, that’s for sure. I’m the guy that works for the men in power, and I like it that way. There’s too much responsibility in being a made man to be honest. Too many people trying to take what you have. I’m glad I’m under the radar and don’t have to worry about looking over my shoulder at every turn. I jus
[Kendall] I’ve never been particularly popular, but there must be something to this dress, because men keep coming up to me, introducing themselves. Alessandro Barone, Marco’s younger brother, walks up to me, looking me up and down. “What’s your name, pretty girl?” he asks in a low tone, and I snort out a laugh. “You’ve known me since high school, Alessandro. I was the year ahead of you? We were in choir together?” He just looks at me blankly. “Kendall Risi,” I say, sighing, and his eyes widen. “No fucking way,” he says in a mumble, and for the first time I notice his eyes are a bit glassy. I don’t smell booze, though, so I suspect drugs. “You’ve been hanging out with Bruno too much,” I accuse, and Alessandro shrugs, smirking. “Maybe. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you,” he says, stepping closer. I back away, not wanting to get cornered by him. “I guess that’s a compliment?” I say dryly. “Of course it is. Look at you,” he says, licking his lips. “I never noticed you be
[Camden]I’m still outside smoking, not paying much attention to the rest of the party, when a blood-curdling scream cuts through the night. It takes me only a second to realize that it’s Elora , and my heart begins to pound as I run down the hallway. I have to push people out of my way, most of the party had started to move upstairs and everyone was in the way. Now that Elora had screamed, people were all going that way and I all but elbowed everyone out of my way as I approached Bruno’s office.Elora is standing in the doorway, shivering all over and I put my hands on her shoulders, turning her away from Bruno’s dead body.“Shit,” I curse.Elora clutches on to me, making me look at her. “It was Marco,” she whispers. “You have to get to Kendall. She saw everything.”Fuck.Apparently, there’s a witness to this murder, and it’s my little sister’s best friend. I’m going to have a long night ahead of me, clearly. I take Elora ’s shoulders in my hands and look at her fiercely.“Find Dant
[Kendall]I wake up with Camden's arms wrapped around me, and it takes me a long moment to figure out where I am and what’s going on.Then I remember last night—a flash across my memory of Bruno’s face—and I gasp.Camden murmurs something in his sleep and rocks against me, his morning erection pressing against my ass.I swallow hard.My teenage self would be over the moon right now, lying in bed with Camden, feeling his arms around me, his body pressed against mine—but I have no idea how to handle it.My mind is spinning between the confusion of this intimate closeness and the aching emptiness inside me. Part of me wants to cling to him and let myself forget, even if just for a little while.I just don’t want to think anymore. I don’t want to see Bruno’s dead body, think about the fact that he’s just...gone.I don’t want to think about Marco’s heavy breaths as he chased me through the woods.Or how I was only able to get rid of him by climbing over a rose bush that cut along my legs,
[Kendall]My pulse races, anticipation thrumming through me like a live wire, and he watches me with a smirk that’s both reassuring and maddeningly confident. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s something else beneath the surface, something I can’t quite place.“You’re so beautiful, Kendall,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He slides a hand down my thigh, the roughness of his fingertips sending shivers along my skin, as if he’s marking me, leaving traces of his touch everywhere. My body trembles under the weight of it, a hunger igniting deep inside.His words send a strange, warm ache through my chest, and I reach up, pulling him back down to me, desperate to feel his weight, his warmth, against me. The heat of his body presses into mine, each inch of him a reminder of how badly I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve been fighting this pull between us. His breath, hot and ragged, dances across my neck as he moves, making me dizzy.He cups his hand against my pussy, and the he
[Kendall] “You said you didn’t want to think. Did it help?” His words carry a weight, a quiet sincerity that makes my heart ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. “I’m not thinking anything,” I whisper, my voice raw, as I look away, my fingers brushing over the marks he left on my skin. Camden laughs softly, rubbing a hand over his face. “Then it did work,” he chuckles, his laughter warm and somehow comforting, like a balm on my scattered nerves. I have no idea what to do with myself now. My body feels heavy and weightless at the same time, like I’m floating in some strange, blissful limbo. I stand up on shaky legs, unsure of what happens next, and mumble, “I think I’ll take a shower.” Camden nods, throwing a forearm over his eyes as if he, too, is processing what just happened, giving me space. I leave the room, the cool air of the hallway hitting me like a shock, and head to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror for a long time, at the marks Camden left on my throat
[Camden]I don’t tell Kendall about the noise from yesterday. She’s already anxious, and I’d rather her feel safe, even if this morning only took her mind off things for a little while. I call Dante while I’m checking the perimeter of the safe house.“Any news?” I ask as soon as he picks up, my voice low.“Not yet,” he answers, a hint of frustration sharpening his tone. “Angelo swears he spotted Marco running down the highway, but he couldn’t catch up with him after the party, so who knows.”I frown, glancing toward the dense treeline on the edge of the property, every nerve on alert. “Angelo doesn’t drink. Why wouldn’t you believe him?”Dante sighs, a faint rustling sound in the background, as though he’s pulling on his hair. “I don’t know, it was dark, so I’m taking it with a pinch of salt, I guess.”I hum, eyes narrowed as I peer toward the shadows. The moon barely cut through the trees last night. He’s probably right, Angelo could’ve seen anyone out there.“I’m going to move safe
“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.”“