“Only one man deserves you, princess,” Baron tells me as his fingertip reaches the spot. My core tightens and my body practically convulses as the sensation hits me. “And we both know who that is.”
Maybe I’ve lost my mind.
Maybe I’m the crazy one.
But although I’m terrified, although I remember what happened two nights ago, and although I am probably suffering from full-blown Stockholm syndrome…I have to admit that I’m excited.
Claim me…
The words I wish I could scream at him. Finish the job. Stop teasing me and twisting me and torturing me with things I don’t understand. He obviously wants me, so what is he waiting for?
Like the men and women dancing in the foyer, Baron and I have been dancing for some time now. But it’s been a quiet, silent, secret dance, involving stolen glances, unspoken words and forbidden moments. He’s my stepfather for crying out loud, and I’ve been teasing him with my body and loving every second of it.
What a harsh realization to have. And to think that it took all of this to get me to it.
With two fingers, Baron pulls my panties aside. I barely have a moment to breathe before he slips them in me.
So wet. So ready. I had no idea until now.
My jaw falls open, but no sound escapes my lips.
“I knew you were tight, princess, but goddamn,” Baron whispers, his breath tingling my ear. As he curls his fingers, it’s like a lightning bolt inside me. I throw my arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders and hold on for dear life as he massages a spot inside me that I never knew existed. “No other man will ever touch you after I’m done with you. You’re mine now.”
10
Pixie
I’m starting to understand him now. His methods may be completely unorthodox, maybe even completely wrong to most, but somehow I’m slowly giving myself to him.
He never even gave me a chance. If he had, I would have gone running away. And who wouldn’t? He is still my stepfather, which makes this completely wrong…right?
There’s no time to think. The confident precision with which Baron moves his fingers has me already speeding toward a climax, and when he moves his lips from my ear to my mouth, I go over the edge.
“That’s it, princess. Let me feel that juicy, teenage cunt come on my fingers,” he growls, coaxing me as I find my voice and manage to whimper as my body convulses. “And then I’m going to claim you with my cock. Feel how hard you make me?”
It’s all I can do to maintain consciousness as I soar higher than I’ve ever been before, so Baron does it for me; he takes my hand and presses it against his crotch. The fabric of his suit-pants is thin, and I can feel the outline of his hard cock. For some reason, all I can think about is him exploding all over me the other night.
I blink my eyes quickly as I start to come down and draw a deep breath into my lungs. When Baron withdraws his fingers, I gasp at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. The sound of his belt buckle being undone is a terrifying warning of what’s about to come.
But this time, I’m scared for another reason. Not because this is wrong. Not because I shouldn’t be doing it. Not because I’m being forced to do it, but because I want to do that, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to.
It’s just as big as I remember…
He pulls out his cock and lets it rest in the palm of his hand, showing me just how heavy and thick he is. I’m not even touching it, and I can feel the weight of it. My body goes tense, and I bite down on my lip, scared that he’s going to try and enter me, and it simply will not be possible.
“I see you’re worried, princess.” He smiles. “Don’t. It will only hurt for a second when I pop your cherry. And then it’s going to feel so fucking good you’re going to wish I’d fucked you back at the house after I caught you with that prick hockey player.”
“I—I’m sorry, Baron. I should never have seen him.”
“You’re goddamn right you shouldn’t have,” he replies as he opens his shirt to reveal his thick chest and washboard abs. “But now you know better. Now you know who you belong to, don’t you?”
He leans down and lets his pants fall to his knees. His eyes are firm and possessive, and all I can do is nod.
“See? You’re learning to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Y—yes, Daddy…”
I don’t even know why I said it.
My God. I really do have a daddy kink; I just never acknowledged it. All this time…was my behavior…was I subconsciously seducing him? That would explain his anger when he found me with Harry.
“I like it when you call me that.” He grins.
“I—I like it too.”
I like it even more when he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, spreading me open and readying my body for him.
Like the other night, I’m engulfed with a heat, and my legs begin quaking with anticipation. It’s so intense I can barely hold them open, but Baron takes care of that for me too; he grips my thighs with both hands and spreads my legs as wide as they will go.
“You shave your fucking pussy,” he remarks, hunger in his voice. “Who do you do that for?”
A fresh anger in his eyes causes me to tense up again. “No—no one! You saw it the other night, Daddy!”
“You weren’t shaving for Harry?”
“No! No, I promise! I
