by Jenna Rose
“I’m sorry, beautiful…” he whispers. “I got a little rough there, but I couldn’t help it.”
“Don’t apologize, Daddy. It was more than I could have imagined.”
Somehow, we manage to finish our shower together, and Rick wraps me in a towel and leads me into his bedroom where I assume I will be sleeping for the night. But then I see the look in his eyes.
“Not yet, beautiful. We can’t let your mother know about this. She’ll make my life a living hell. Believe me, there’s nothing I want more than to fall asleep with you in my arms, but for now, this has to be our little secret. You understand, don’t you?”
I do, but that doesn’t make me want it any less.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He pecks me on the lips, and I make my way to the guest room and fall into bed, buzzing with emotion like I’ve never felt before.
Our little secret. My secret. A dirty little secret beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
5
Rick
When I wake up, there’s a storm inside me.
Competing emotions whirl like mini-twisters, wrenching me back and forth from side to side until I groan with utter disbelief at what happened last night.
I don’t regret it. Hell no, I don’t regret it. But I am a man, a smart man, and I know that I just opened Pandora’s box.
She’s my stepdaughter, for fuck’s sake. On top of that, I agreed to let her mom live in the house, which means we’ll have to keep our relationship a secret, and while that may be exciting for a while, I’m going to need to have her in my arms at night. And with Brandi here, that can’t happen.
She’ll make my life hell, and keeping things a secret with Taylor will be near impossible. The right thing to do would be to get a grip of myself, put last night in a box of the most incredible nights of my life, and then put it away, let her and her mom go and move on.
But I just don’t think that’s possible.
I hear Brandi downstairs, being intentionally loud as she packs up her things. With a sigh, I stretch and get out of bed. Time to go face the music.
“Is it okay if I come up to the bedroom now?” she asks. Normally, there would be a sarcastic, hateful tone in her voice, but not today. Today she’s putting on her sweet-innocent-girl tone to play on my sympathies. But she’s not the sweet-innocent-girl in this house. That girl is sleeping soundly in the guest room.
“Brandi, I’ve decided to let you stay.”
If only I had a camera, because the look on her face is priceless.
“Bullshit,” she says. “Wait, seriously?”
“Seriously. But we won’t be sleeping together, Brandi. Not after what you did. I’ll be filing for a divorce as well, but you can live here, your daughter can live here, and I’ll keep paying her tuition for whatever school she goes to.”
This isn’t what she was expecting. “But, Rick, why?”
“Your daughter shouldn’t have to pay for her mother’s sins,” I reply. “But you and I, Brandi? We’re over.”
“Rick—”
No, that’s enough. She’s not mine anymore, thank God, and I don’t have to have this conversation. I leave the room and head into the kitchen and make myself some oatmeal with blueberries and go out onto the back deck and breathe in the morning air.
No matter what happens, I have to protect Taylor. Whether it’s from her mom or from the press, I can’t let our relationship go public. I could handle the blows. I’ve been known as a bit of a playboy to many, so being involved with my stepdaughter wouldn’t surprise people. But Taylor…I can only imagine the things they would say about her.
I can feel her presence in the house like gravity, pulling at me, telling me to go into the guest room and take her again. But I can’t. Not with Brandi around. And it’s not like she’s got a job to go to either. She could be here all day, and I don’t know if I can wait that long for another taste of my gorgeous stepdaughter.
I go into my office and find a piece of paper and a pen. As I scrawl my number down, I feel like I’m her age again, passing notes in class to my crush and waiting to see what happens. But she’ll call. Of course she will. I’m not winning her over; she’s already mine.
I wait until Brandi’s upstairs before going to the guest room. Thankfully, Taylor left the door open a crack, so I quickly toss the note inside. It lands on her shoulders. When she wakes she’ll see it, and then we’ll plan our getaway.
My morning work seems to drag on for hours as I keep glancing at my personal cell phone for Taylor’s text. But I must have really worn her out last night, because it doesn’t come until 11:30.
“Gotta go, guys,” I tell my branch in Boston. “We’ll finish this tomorrow.”
I hang up the call and find a smiley emoji from Taylor. We quickly exchange texts and come up with our cover story. I get ready, and when I meet her in the living room, I almost trip over myself.
Somehow, she’s even more beautiful than last night. Even her mother notices.
“Why are you glowing, Taylor? Is that new makeup or something?”
Taylor shrugs, flashing me a quick glance. “I don’t know. The house is a little warm. Maybe I’m sweaty.”
“No.” Brandi shakes her head. She may be a cheater, but she’s not stupid. “No, that’s glowing, and I know what glowing means. Did you sneak a boy over here last night?”
“Mom, no!”
“Don’t lie to me, young lady!” Brandi snips.
“She didn’t, Brandi,” I interject. “The security system would have recorded an entry.”
Her mom accepts this explanation but persists with her questioning.
“Then you were sexting,” she accuses. “Do I have to take your phone?”
“I wasn’t sexting, mom!” Taylor groans. “And even if I was, I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m eighteen. I can do that!”
I chuckle as they argue. Her mom is right; she is glowing, and it is because of last night. The only thing she got wrong was thinking she snuck a boy over. But what other alternative would there be? In what world would she expect her daughter to be sleeping with her stepdad?
“All right, why don’t we all relax,” I finally say. “Taylor was saying she’d like some art in her room, so I thought I’d take her to the stores. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Da—”
I wince as she almost lets the cat out of the bag.
“We’re not done here,” Brandi protests.
“Give it a rest, would you?” I say as I take Taylor by the hand and pull her toward the door, trying to look like a stepdad eager to leave the house and not like her new lover. “We’ll be back later, and you can yell at her some more then.”
“I’m sorry my mom’s a bitch,” she whispers as I close the door.
“Don’t say that. She is still your mom.”
Taylor shakes her head as we go to the garage. “I didn’t realize this would be so complicated.”
“I did.” I grin. “But, beautiful, I was powerless to resist you.”
As we climb into the Ferrari, I realize I’m already half-mast beneath my pants. Taylor’s wearing yoga pants again that I almost want to tell her to change out of because of how revealing they are. Just the thought of other men seeing her gorgeous body fills me with a jealous rage.
“I’ve never been in a car like this before,” she whispers as we pull away from the house. “Kind of feel like a baller.”
“A baller!?” I laugh. “Did you really just say that?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she giggles, leaning her head on my shoulder. And then she sees my bulge. “Mmm, what’s that?”
“That? That’s for you, beautiful.”
“What are you saying, Daddy? What do you want me to do?”
Her eyes are filled with lustful obedience. Popping her cherry really did make a whole new woman out of her. “I want you to suck it, beautiful.”
I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, which is now full-
mast and aching. She bites her lip in hesitation, then wraps her small hands around the shaft.
“Two hands,” I tell her. When she hears that, her eyes light up. She takes it, opens her mouth, and goes down on it.
Fuck, she’s a natural. How is that possible? No teeth, not rough. Perfect.
“Christ, beautiful. You give amazing head. You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Her eyes twinkling, Taylor pulls my cock from her mouth and smiles. “I like to study. So I studied online. Did it pay off, Daddy?”
One hand on the wheel, the other on the back of her neck, I grin and growl. “You’re damn right it did. Now don’t stop. We only have a few minutes before we get to the stores.”
I wish I could just sit there and admire the back of her head as she goes to work on me, but I have to focus on the road. Her mouth is warm and wet, and she strokes my shaft with both hands, jerking me off, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm.
My balls go taut. I may have pumped a monster load into her last night, but I’ve got another one ready for her now.
“I’m going to come, beautiful. And when I do, you’re going to swallow everything I give you.”
With my thickness in her mouth, she can’t reply, but she moans back, and I know what she would be saying if she could. “Yes, Daddy.”
When I go off, my teeth clench, and I fight to keep my eyes open. Christ, this is dangerous—getting head while driving. But then again, this whole situation is dangerous. Taylor isn’t just some random girl; she’s my stepdaughter.
She’s forbidden. Totally off-limits.
She pulls up slowly. Yeah, she’s definitely studied. She knows I’m sensitive and doesn’t want to over-stimulate me. As she sits up, there’s a look in her eyes. Carefully, she lets her mouth fall open slightly to reveal the pool of milky white on her tongue and teeth. Then she swallows.
“Jesus, baby. You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?”
“Did I do a good job, Daddy?” She smiles. I squeeze her thigh and think about all the dirty things I’m going to do to her tonight.
“You know you did, beautiful. You know you did.”
6
Taylor
Sex first, head second. It seems backwards, but I’ll take it. Again and again, I’ll take it.
Pleasing Daddy was enough to make me happy. It feels like it’s my only goal now. College, career, it all seems secondary to meeting his needs.
We pull up to the most expensive shopping district in town—so expensive that Daddy actually valets his car. A Ferrari. I don’t know anyone who’s been in one, let alone given road head in one.
As we step out, I know Rick wants to take my hand, and I desperately want him to. But he can’t. Not here. Someone might see. Rick’s a public figure, and the backlash would be immense. I could ruin everything. So as we head into the first store, I slip into my dutiful role of playing his sweet, innocent, potentially bratty stepdaughter.
“Thanks for bringing me, Rick,” I say, loud enough that the people working can hear me. “And buying me new clothes for school.”
For the briefest of moments, Rick looks confused, but then he gets it. “Oh, sure, Taylor. Just don’t expect me to go broke on you. The Louboutins are off-limits. I don’t care how much you like Cardi B.”
I know he’s teasing, playing his role as my stepdad, but it feels like flirting to me. Everything he does makes me smile as we move about the store. His presence is commanding; everyone who works here sort of falls in line as though he’s their new boss and they want to make a good impression.
“Do you like this?” he asks me, holding up a shirt. I shrug. Fashion has never been my greatest strength. “What do you think, Dad?”
I want to call him Daddy; I really do. But that would blow the whole thing. So I emphasize the “Dad” like I’m being a little brat. The girl helping us smiles and tries not to laugh. Nope, doesn’t suspect a thing. So far, it’s working.
“I think you’ll like it. Let’s get a few more like it.”
“Okay.” I shrug.
He’s making all the decisions for me, and I love it. I’ve never been able to make up my mind about anything. Never, ever put me in control of deciding what to watch on Netflix because we’ll be there staring at the title screen forever. Oh, and choosing ice cream flavors? Forget it.
As Rick picks out more and more things for me, I realize that there’s something more going on beyond the desperate attraction I have for him. I’ve been without a dad for so many years that shopping trips to the store with my mom were something I absolutely dreaded. Maybe that’s why I have no fashion sense.
She’d always want to have me try a thousand things that she would like. When I was younger, and he was still around, my dad would always seem to instantly know what I would like and override her and get those for me. But with him gone, there’s been a hole in my life that I didn’t realize was there until Rick filled it.
By the time we get to the register, I’m ready to let him run my whole life for me. He runs a multi-billion-dollar company, after all.
“Oh, I forgot one thing for me,” Rick says to the cashier. “Give me three minutes, would you?”
“It’ll take longer than that for me to ring all this up,” she says with a smile.
I force myself to not watch him go and pull out my phone like a typical teen with ADD.
“Rick Clark,” the woman whispers. “I didn’t know he had a daughter.”
“Stepdaughter,” I reply quickly. Wow. Now I see how quickly rumors can start for someone as famous as him.
“Oh,” she replies. “Either way, it can’t be bad.”
No. No, it can’t. I shrug, “It’s whatever. It’s annoying having people with cameras take our pictures sometimes.”
“Like now?” she asks, indicating to the window with her eyes. I glance over my shoulder and see them—real life paparazzi standing on the sidewalk, their cameras raised in my direction.
My heart rate increases, and I quickly turn away.
“Yeah, like that.”
This is what Rick’s life has been like? Being hounded by photographers only to come home to an unfaithful wife? I used to think the rich and famous had it made, that their lives were always easy, but now I’m starting to realize that just because Rick has reached the top of the totem pole, that doesn’t mean he’s not lonely.
Well, not anymore. I’m here to please him now. I’ll do whatever I need to to make him happy. I’ll do what my mom couldn’t. I never knew why my father divorced her. She always told me it was because he was just a jerk, but I never bought that. Now, I wonder… Did she do the same thing to him that she did to Rick?
“Miss me?” Rick asks sarcastically as he returns with a bag.
“Sure, Dad,” I reply, rolling my eyes. We both want to laugh, but we keep straight faces until everything is rung up. It takes two men to help us carry the bags out to the car, and we even have to wedge one in between us because there’s no room in the trunk.
“I feel like a Barbie doll,” I tell him as we pull away. “Do you want me to play dress-up for you, Daddy?”
“Every day and every night,” he replies. “Speaking of which, I got a little something extra for you. Here, take a look.”
He hands me the black bag he returned with and I look inside to find a set of off-white lingerie with a pair of Louboutin heels.
“Oh my God…”
“Told them they were for my wife,” he chuckles. “Little do they know…”
Instead of going home, Rick takes me to an expensive restaurant with things on the menu I’ve never even heard of. It’s the best meal of my life by far. Just looking at him across the table from me makes me want to do things I never dreamed I’d be capable of, like get down on my knees under the table and service him…
But I can’t. I have to keep up this harmless stepdaughter role while we’re in public, and it’s killing me. By the time we get back in the car, my arousal is beginning to soak through my
yoga pants. Thank God they’re black and not the white ones I was thinking about wearing.
So this is it.
This is what it’s like to be in love. A love that should have never been, but is that really true? Rick and I would have felt the same about each other if we’d met under different circumstances. It’s only the fact that my stupid mom got there first that threw a monkey wrench into things. It’s not like we’re related-related. This isn’t Game of Thrones or anything like that. It’s just two people, undeniably in love.
When we get home, Mom’s taking a nap on the couch. I beg Rick to let me come up to his room and service him, but he tells me no. “It’s too risky. We have to wait, beautiful. Even if it kills me.”
“You don’t want me, Daddy?” I tease, feeling the ache between my legs that reminds me of last night.
“I want you more than anything, Taylor, and you know that. Waiting will only make it so much sweeter.”
That might be true, but it doesn’t make things any easier.
I turn to go, but Rick stops me. His rough hand closes around mine, and he pulls me close. “I love you, you know that?”
His words pound my chest, and I gasp for breath. His fierce blue eyes blaze, and I go weak in the knees. Somehow I knew it before he even said it, but I wasn’t prepared.
“I…I know, Daddy. And I…” My voice is barely a whisper. “I love you too.”
We kiss, and I quickly escape to my room before my mom shows up and ruins everything.
Later, I suffer through dinner, which thankfully my mom takes in the living room, then lie in my guest room until I’m sure that she’s asleep. Then I find the secret bag Rick gave me earlier and slip into the lingerie and heels.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize myself. I’m actually even a little bit nervous as I sneak my way up to his bedroom, but all that is swept away when I see the look on his face.
