A Sinful Obsession with my Step-Daddy

Chapter 11- Surprise!

~Katherine

I didn't even know how I got to work or how I managed to complete my shift. My mind was completely blank.

All I could remember was the number of alcohol bottles I consumed afterward, and the fact that I somehow ended up standing right in front of Bruce's hotel room door.

When the door opened, Bruce looked down at me in shock. "Kitty? Are you drunk?"

I couldn't even open my mouth to answer him. My whole body went limp. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I couldn't help but notice the outline of his c**k pressing against the front of his grey sweatpants.

Bruce lifted me up into his arms before I could fall, like I weighed absolutely nothing. He carried me gently over to the large bed and laid me down. I reached out and grabbed a handful of his shirt.

"Wait," I whispered, "Don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you, Kitty-cat," he murmured. "I'm just going to get you some water."

A minute later, he came back with a glass of water and a small pill. "Swallow this," he demanded gently.

I was in a state where I couldn't even see clearly, but my p***y still pulsed hard at the mere sound of his voice. I swallowed the pill and drank the water.

Bruce sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me up. "What happened? Why are you so drunk?"

I didn't even know when the tears started rolling down my face, but suddenly I was crying uncontrollably. Bruce pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around me, and began softly stroking my hair.

"What happened, Kitty-cat? Who is making you cry like this?"

His voice was the softest thing I had ever heard, and it made my heart flutter in my chest.

"My professor," I sobbed, burying my face in his neck. "He failed me on purpose. He told me that if I didn't sleep with him, I would keep on failing every single class."

Bruce's entire body went completely rigid beneath me. "He said what?" he asked, his voice suddenly thunderous and angry. "What is his name? What is the name of this professor?"

Hearing him sound so assertive and dominant made a sudden wave of heat rush through me. My n*****s hardened instantly against his bare skin.

For a split second, I forgot my whole problem at school. All I wanted right now was for him to take control and f**k me.

I moved even closer to him, deliberately rubbing my breasts right against his bare chest. "Everything in my life is just going downward," I cried, trying to distract him with my misery. "Nobody loves me."

"How could you say that, Kitty?" Bruce countered, his grip on my waist tightening. "You have your mom. You have your..."

"But you don't love me," I cut him off, looking up at him with wet eyes. "And you know what people at school are saying about me now? They say that I'm dysfunctional. They say my p***y is dysfunctional."

I leaned in, closing the distance between us to try and kiss his lips. But before our mouths could touch, Bruce turned his head away, letting my lips brush against his jaw instead.

I could see him holding back and restraining himself. I could also feel the massive, hard bulge of his c**k right beneath my ass.

"Kitty, I can't do this," Bruce whispered, his breathing heavy as he looked at me. "Not when you're like this. Even though I would really love to right now."

He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss against my forehead. He held me tightly against his chest, rocking me slightly. My eyes suddenly became heavy, then fell shut.

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~Bruce

"I need you now!" I demanded into the phone.

My blood was boiling. I felt so possessive over Kitty. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help how I felt. No one was going to treat her like that. No one was going to defy her. Since I couldn't touch her the way I really wanted to, I was going to take out all my anger on someone else.

Hours later, the plan was in motion.

I sat inside my car outside Jenkins Carlton's house. The lights were mostly out. His kids were sleeping soundly in their room upstairs. Through the window, I watched him get up from the bed where he was cuddling his wife. He walked down the hall and moved into his study.

He sat down, got out his phone, and scrolled for a while. Before I knew it, he yanked out his c**k and started jerking himself. I watched him with disgust. I couldn't let this man come. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

I gave the signal. Two of my men broke in and pulled Jenkins right out of his house. They did it fast and quiet.

We drove straight to a safe house in the middle of nowhere. Jenkins was tied up tightly to a wooden chair. I walked up to him and pulled the black hood off his head.

Jenkins blinked against the bright light. He struggled hard against the ropes that bound him to the chair.

"Who are you?" he screamed, his voice shaking. "What do you want from me? Do you know who I am? I'm a seasoned professor! If I don't clock into work tomorrow morning, people will look for me!"

"What an absolute prick," I said, laughing in his face.

"What do you want? Is it money, women? I have them at my disposal!"

"You mean students, innocent girls sent to school to get an education?"

He smirked, "there's nothing innocent about those girls. I'm not doing anything wrong..."

His voice trailed off as I played him the video he was jerking off to. It was one of his students, and he had folders of each girl he slept with. I'm sure he was using it blackmail them.

"Those were taken with consent, I promise!"

My anger was rising by the second just looking at him. I didn't want to hear another word come out of his mouth.

I pulled my arm back and punched the professor square in the face. The blow landed hard, and the man's head snapped back. His eyes rolled up, and he passed out cold.