My Stepfather, my Ruin

004

Nicole Harper

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My heart was in my hand as the boss led me to the room upstairs. “Remember, you don’t have to do this,” he said as we stopped in front of the door.

I nodded. I knew that, but there was no reason to decline. I’d had one-night stands before. This wasn’t any different.

“Alright then. Since you’re in, make sure you don’t f**k it up, okay? We don’t want to be on his bad side.”

“Is he a regular?” I asked.

“It’s his first time, but I’d like to make him a regular.”

I chuckled, forgetting about my sweaty palms. It was crazy how easy it was to make money off men’s desires.

The boss left me there and I took a deep breath before I entered the room. The room was big but only had a bed and a chair. I decided to sit on the bed and wait. Music was already playing from the speakers. I wasn’t sure how long I waited for, but it felt like forever until the door was finally pushed open.

My breath hitched as he strode in. I stood up on instinct. He didn’t utter a word as he walked toward the chair and sat on it, legs spread like they were earlier.

I could see him a lot better in this lighting. He had dirty brown hair with blonde roots. His brown eyes were so intense that I suspected he could see through me. His jaw was sharp enough to cut diamond and his face was something I wouldn’t mind looking at all day.

He swiped out his tongue to wet his lips. Hunger was evident in his eyes. He didn’t even try to hide it. Somehow that made me feel powerful.

“Are you going to take off the mask?”

My thighs clenched. His husky voice sent tingles straight to my core.

His lips curved only slightly. He definitely noticed.

I cleared my throat and shook my head. “That’s not part of the agreement.”

He didn’t respond. He just let his gaze run across my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Realizing that if I stood there and waited, he was going to have the upper hand, I decided to make the first move.

Making sure my hips swayed as I walked, I closed the distance between us. His eyes tracked my movement, not opposing me as I placed my legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him.

I felt him immediately. Big and thick underneath me. He didn’t bother to hide it. Instead, he spread his legs even wider. It emboldened me.

As I rolled my hips against him, my hands found his buttons, undoing one every few seconds. When his shirt fell open, I had to physically restrain myself from gawking. He was toned as f**k.

He seemed like a perceptive man because he noticed everything. His shoulders shook in silent laughter. “Like what you see?”

“I do,” I confessed shamelessly. “And so do you.”

He didn’t deny. His hands hovered above my hips at first before settling. His grip was heavy and possessive, his fingers digging into my hips enough to bruise.

“Any hard limits?” His gaze dropped from my face to my breasts which were pushed up by my strapless bra.

I shook my head.

“Good.” One hand slid up my back, unhooking the bra in a single move. It fell away. He palmed my breasts roughly, his thumbs circling my n*****s until they hardened under his touch.

I gasped and ground down harder, feeling him twitch beneath me.

“Just as I expected,” he murmured, replacing his hand with his mouth.

I let out a hiss, pushing my breasts forward. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud, his teeth grazing it every few seconds.

“More,” I whimpered, unable to stop myself.

His control snapped.

He stood up with me in tow, spun me around, and bent me over the bed. I wasn’t sure where his tie came from but in the next second, it was tightly knotted around my wrists behind my back. He kicked my feet apart wordlessly and ripped the thong off.

I gasped at how aggressive he was.

With my cheek pressed against the bed, I looked back at him just in time to see him rolling a condom up his d**k. f**k, he was just as big as I had felt.

He pressed the head of his c**k against my entrance, like he was giving me one last chance to back out. I wiggled my ass in response. He groaned and thrust into the hilt.

I cried out. I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure but I was deliciously full. He didn’t pause. He just gripped my hips and f****d me like he was trying to ruin me for everyone else.

No one had ever been this rough with me but his roughness made my p***y wetter.

I pushed back to meet him shamelessly, moaning with every thrust that made stars appear behind my eyes. It didn’t take long for my walls to clench around him. He went even faster and deeper, f*****g me until I shattered around him. At this point, I wasn’t sure who was pleasuring whom.

He f****d me through my orgasm and as I came down from my high, a sharp spank on my ass stopped my limbs from collapsing.

He pulled out and turned me around like a rag doll. He raised my legs until they were above my shoulders and entered me again. The angle made him go so deep that I could feel him in my stomach. Who would have known that being flexible would be such a good thing?

My hands were still tied behind my back so I was at his mercy, but the idea didn’t scare me. He reached between us, fingers finding my c**t, rubbing rough circles that matched his thrusts.

It was embarrassing how fast I came again.

I shattered. A broken cry tore out of my lips as my walls clamped down around him. He followed seconds later, his thrusts turning erratic as he spilled into the condom.

He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly, rolled off the condom, and tied it at the tip. I dropped my legs on the bed, thighs trembling, unable to move.

I watched him as he got dressed, then pulled out a thick wad of cash and placed it beside me. He was paying me for s*x yet it seemed like I enjoyed it more than him.

He walked out without looking back, leaving me still tied up.

It was probably just another day for him.

For me? It seemed like everything had changed.