by Izzy Slam
But he’s having none of it. He turns me over his knee and before I know it, I’m wilting like a flower in the desert heat. Why is my mom’s JERK of a new boyfriend treating me like this, and why is my innocent body loving every minute of his attention?
I cannot wait to relax by the pool today. This has been one hell of a week I’d really like to forget.
This past Monday, I woke up to a flat tire and was late to work. Tuesday, I caught this flu bug going around and was up all night puking. Wednesday, I lost my wallet and had to call the bank to cancel my debit card. Thursday, I stubbed my toe, and yesterday, my mother informed me that she has a new boyfriend and he might be moving in with us if things keep going well.
That last one was the worst of all, and it left me stunned, if you want to know the fucking truth. She cheated on her last boyfriend, and at first, I couldn’t understand why. They were together for two years, and he was good to her and me. But I still recall what she told me yesterday.
“Honestly, honey, he was kind of boring. And he never wanted to have sex.”
I understand that would suck. I mean, I guess I understand. I’m an 18-year-old virgin, so I don’t have a lot of experience in the sex department. But I know how good orgasms are when they come from your own fingers. Couldn’t she have just taken care of business herself on their “off” days?
“Maybe it’s just temporary, Mom. Or maybe he’s under a lot of stress at work. I’ve heard that can kill a man’s libido.”
She just made this face at me and confessed that he was a male stripper and LOVED his job.
“Oh, wow.” I knew the “public relations” title he’d given me was a little too vague.
“I wanted to tell you but he made me keep it a secret. He didn’t want you to think less of him.”
“I don’t think less of him. But I do agree that’s fishy. Stripping in front of a bunch of horny women and never wanting to have sex with his girlfriend? Weird…”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m so happy with Frank. He … really knows how to treat a woman, if you know what I mean.”
Well, I couldn’t argue with Mom’s happiness. I really did want her to settle down with someone who would treat her right, especially since my real father never could. But then she told me that he was already talking about taking things to the next level by moving in, promising me that would never happen if I didn’t meet him first and give her my blessing.
She’s working until 6:00 tonight, and then he’s supposed to be picking us up at 7:00 to take us out for sushi, our favorite meal. I really hope he’s nice. But after the week I’ve had, I’m not likely to hold back if he’s even remotely a dick. Not that I have much trouble speaking my mind as it is.
For now, I just want to lounge in the sun and not think about a thing.
I rub suntan oil on my skin and spin in a circle to be sure my new bikini is showing as much skin as possible. I’ve only had it a few weeks. With my slender waist, soft but ample curves, and modest C-cup breasts, I look pretty good in this skimpy little bikini. And my tan will go perfect with my new little dress.
I grab a bottle of water and head out the back door, getting settled upright in one of the lounge chairs. I’m so glad my mom bought a house with a pool. So far this summer, it’s gotten almost as much use as my vibrator.
I crank up the music on my phone and slide the sunglasses down my face, feeling my stress melt away in the warmth of the sun. After several minutes, I feel like I’m about to drift to sleep, the most peaceful I’ve been all week, when a dark cloud passes over the sunshine.
My eyes open with a silent curse, but it’s not a cloud that’s “tan-blocking” me. It’s a man walking in my direction, his tall, wide frame shielding the rays of the sun.
Startled, I sit up to get a better look and he immediately holds up a hand. “Sorry to bother you. I knocked on the front door and didn’t get an answer.”
“Who the hell are you?” I don’t mean to sound so rude. But what the fuck?
“I’m Frank, your mom’s boyfriend.”
“Oh shit.” I throw a hand to my chest, feeling relieved it’s not a serial killer. Because yeah, the thought crossed my mind.
He smirks and sits down in the chair next to mine, facing me. “Did I scare you?”
“A little. Not used to people just walking back here.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. This time,” he jokes, letting out a deep laugh that sends shivers down my spine.
I raise a brow and take in the rest of him. He’s got strong hands and strong arms. And underneath those denim jeans I’m guessing are some beefy legs. Brown leather work boots are scuffed with dirt.
“Well, I guess you’re lucky I didn’t shoot your ass like an intruder, this time.”
It’s his turn to raise a brow and give me a serious look. “A girl who doesn’t take any shit.”
“That’s me.”
When he drags his gaze over my body while licking his lower lip, I suddenly get that vibe from him. And why not? I’m laying out in a skimpy little bikini, my skin slick with oil and my tits practically hanging out. What normal man wouldn’t get a little aroused?
“If you’re here to see my mom, which I assume you are, she’s at work today.”
“Yeah, I know. I actually came to see you, Arlene.”
My skin heats and my face flushes. Thank god I have sunglasses on so he can’t see me trying to get a look at the package between his legs. Ugh, why am I doing that?
“Okay, well, what can I help you with?”
“I thought we could use a little one-on-one time. Get to know each other before dinner.”
“Get to know each other? I thought we would do that tonight.” I want to believe that this is Frank’s attempt at being sweet, at wanting to reach out to his girlfriend’s daughter and make nice. But I don’t get the impression that he wants to share a milkshake with me.
“Oh, we can. I just wanted an opportunity to make sure we understood one another.”
I look at him, dumbfounded, for several long seconds. A heaviness sinks into my gut as I try to predict what he’s about to say. He must sense my hesitation because he scoots forward in the chair and leans close to me.
“You see, Arlene. I need to make it crystal clear how things are going to be around here.”
“Around here? As in, around me and my mom’s house?” I make a circle in the air with my pointer, and Frank just winks at me.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Right now it’s you and your mom’s house. But pretty soon, I’ll be living here, too, which will make me the man of this house. And daddy’s gotta lay a few ground rules.”
“Daddy?” I say, sliding my sunglasses down my nose and peering at him with an incredulous look.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Daddy.”
I let out a snort and push the glasses back up. “Um, I haven’t called anyone daddy since right before my real dad took off, leaving us high and dry when I was little. And I don’t plan to start now, especially with a stranger.”
“You will, you just need a little motivation.”
“Motivation? You’re joking, right?”
Frank reaches over and slides a single finger up my thigh, leaving a line through the oil as it travels upward. “Yes. Motivation. I’ve found a few tricks that work like a charm.”
“Pfft. I’ll just bet you have. Tell you what, Frank,” I say, pinching his wrist with my thumb and forefinger as if he has some sort of disease, and lifting his hand away. “Why don’t you stand up and walk on out of here before saying another word. You can keep dating my mother, from your house, of course, and I’ll never let her know that you were even here. This whole conversation will be as good as forgotten. How does that sound?”
A smirk spreads across his face as his eyes glide over my body again, this time causing my nipples to pucker. Damn him for being so good looking.
“You’re pretty cute, you know that? Mouthy, but cute.”
“I’m not trying to be cu
te,” I say, holding back on what I really want to say, which is, ‘fuck off.’
“You know what else is cute, Arlene?”
I stare him down, feeling my face heat, and other parts of my body that I don’t want to think about right now.
He nods once to my chest. “Watching those titties of yours point their little nippies out for daddy.”
My eyes widen behind my sunglasses as waves of need ripple through my belly. Jesus, he can actually see my nipples? Damn my body for acting horny. I’m not horny. Just hot. From the sun.
“My nipples always get hard when I’m laying out. And referring to yourself as “daddy” in the third person is not going to help your case.”
“Is that true?” he asks, leaning forward and dragging his finger along my belly. My pussy clenches and moisture seeps out, completely against my will. I don’t know why I’m getting wet for my mom’s new boyfriend. He is a totally perverted jerk, and at this point, I will tell her as much.
“True story, indeed,” I snap, knowing I should be pushing his hand away as it curls up my belly and lands right under the swell of my breast.
“Well, then, why don’t you show me what’s under that bikini, and your new daddy here will stop referring to himself in the third person.”
My pussy swells again, which I’ve noticed happens every time he says “daddy.” And it’s really pissing me off.
“I will not show you what’s under my bikini. You’ve just started dating my mother. You think you’re going to get in my pants too?”
I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly wishing I had a towel to throw over me. Frank chuckles, like this is some sort of fun game to him. “I didn’t just start dating your mother, Arlene. We’ve been fucking for months.”
“So … you’re the one my mom cheated on her boyfriend with?”
“Damn right I am. I took good care of her, and I promised myself I’d do the same for you.”
Wonderful. How could my mother fall for such a creep?
I stand up from the chair and throw my hands on my hips. Frank is eye level with my crotch, and he practically starts drooling right there in front of me, but I don’t let it stop me from saying what I have to say.
“Listen here, you sick bastard. I’m going to go inside right now, and you’re going to leave and never come back. I’m calling my mother to let her know what kind of man you are, and you can be certain she will not want to see you again.”
“You think so?” he says, angling those dark eyes up at me.
Tingles dance along my flesh, and I know that this is just some visceral response to being around an alpha type. I’ve always had a thing for dominant men. And apparently, my pussy doesn’t know the difference between respectful alpha or asshole. And fuck me, my nipples are pricking underneath my bikini again as he looks me up and down.
“I know so, Frank.”
“Just give me a chance to show you how things can be before you go running off at the mouth, sweetheart.” He wraps his thick fingers around my wrist, forcing another visceral response from me.
“No way,” I snap, trying to jerk my hand away from him.
But his grip is too strong. And before I can squeal, he has me pulled over his knee, my hands thrown to the pavement below and my sunglasses flying off my face.
I gasp and twist my head in his direction. “What the fuck?”
“I had a feeling you’d be a feisty one.”
“Let me up, you creep!” I attempt to push myself off the ground, but Frank keeps me down with the flat of his hand between my shoulders.
“I will let you up, just as soon as I put you in your place. Now hush.”
He yanks down my bikini bottoms, and I know right away what he has planned. “Oh my god…”
“This hurts me more than it does you, baby girl.” He gropes my flesh, sending rivulets of pleasure shooting between my legs. But before an involuntary moan can escape my lips, his hand comes down on my bottom with the force of a wooden paddle, causing a shrill cry of pain to erupt from my throat.
I push my fingertips into the pavement and attempt to launch myself upward once more, but Frank hits my ass again, this time in multiple swats that sting like a son of a bitch.
“Daddy doesn’t like having to discipline his baby girl like this. But you’ve left me no choice.”
I grind my teeth as he alternates cheeks, feeling the anger inside of me build to a crescendo. When his thwacks finally subside, I huff out a breath.
“Let. Me. Up,” I grit out.
“I will. Just as soon as you respect me as your stepdaddy.” He wallops me again, making me jerk in his lap.
“Never.”
“Suit yourself.”
He goes back to spanking me again, and I tighten my core, determined to not show any pain or humiliation, despite the fact that my ass feels like it’s on fire. And that’s when I notice the dampness between my legs, and the little zing in my clit.
Oh fuck. This spanking is turning me on.
“Say it, baby girl. Say, I will respect you as my stepdaddy.”
I don’t want to. But I know he won’t stop until I do. So I force the words past my lips. “Fine. I will respect you as my stepdaddy.”
“Mm, that’s a good girl,” he groans, softly caressing my heated flesh.
Dammit, just saying the word ‘daddy’ makes my pussy throb, as if I’m actually fantasizing about Frank being my stepdad. And I hate myself for it. God, how sick am I? Just as sick as Frank, apparently.
“Will you please let me up now?” I ask, keeping my voice as low as I can. The last thing I want to do is piss him off. My ass can’t take another swat. I just want to go inside and forget this even happened.
“I’ll let you up. But there’s one more thing I wanna check.”
I huff. “What?”
He pulls up my bikini bottoms, almost in slo-mo, and hooks me with his arms to lift me up. When we’re standing face to face—or more like face to chest—I can see just how big he is. The man must be six foot five and built like a barrel.
“Take a seat, baby girl.”
I don’t argue—with him referring to me as his baby girl or with the order to sit. Not like I can dodge past him anyway. Frank is a force to be reckoned with.
I slowly sit back down, my ass sore as ever. Frank lifts my legs off the pavement and tosses them on the foot of the lounge chair.
“I already said I respect you. What more do you want?”
He grabs the arms of the chair behind him and drags it along the ground to sit next to me. “I just want to see if that spanking did to you what it did to me, sweet cheeks.”
I pull a face and curl my nose. I’ve had just about enough of this jerk. But right as I get ready to stand up, Frank places one hand on my chest, right between my breasts, and the other on my thigh. “Not so fast. Let daddy have a quick peek.”
“A peek at what?” I snap.
“At this.” He licks his lips and lets his gaze travel to my crotch. His fingers pinch the elastic of my bikini bottom, lifting up the fabric and exposing my pubis.
I huff, fighting the desire running through me.
“Aw, damn, baby girl. You keep that pretty little pussy shaved?” He darts his eyes quickly in my direction, and heat radiates throughout my core.
“Most women do, nowadays. Now, you’ve had your peek. Let me go.”
I try to sit up, but he’s too strong. Looks like I’m going to have to ride this out. I just wish I wasn’t so turned on right now. My pussy is aching, my juices seeping out uncontrollably. And the way he’s looking at me with so much lust isn’t helping.
“Don’t forget, daddy makes the rules around here. Not you. And I want to take a peek with my fingers, baby.”
My mouth drops open as his hand disappears under the fabric. The cat’s out of the bag now. Daddy’s spanking made me wet, and he’s about to discover just how wet.
His fingers slide inside my folds, slick with my desire. I watch the knuckles of his hand mov
e under the stretchy material as he dips partway in my pussy, then comes out to circle my clit.
“Just as I thought. My little brat got horny.”
I seal my eyes closed, and I can feel my face turning red. My breathing increases as he teases my hard little bud in agonizing strokes.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. “I can feel your clit getting so hard. You like being bossed around by a mean old daddy?”
I hold back the moan that’s threatening to break loose and almost spread my legs for him. But I suddenly realize that if I do that, it means he won. I can’t let him know I’m enjoying this.
Oh god, my heart is hammering out of control inside my chest as an orgasm threatens to take over.
“I don’t want you to feel ashamed, though, because I like bossing you around. And my dick is getting hard as hell right now.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip at the visual that created. My virgin body is betraying me so much right now because all I can think about is my new daddy’s dick fucking me good and hard.
I can feel my hips start to rock upward, ever so slightly, as he fingers my clit. His other hand—the one that’s pressed to my chest—moves over and pulls down both triangular pieces of fabric covering my breasts. He softly teases my nipples, giving each one a light pinch as he dips inside my pussy just enough to coat the tip of his finger with my slickness.
My breathing becomes ragged as he rubs my nipples and clit at the same time, and the pleasure sends me rocketing over the edge in an intense orgasm.
I squeal and rock my head back and forth as my clit bounces. I can hear daddy groaning in pleasure. And right as he attempts to finger fuck me with several thick fingers, he stops on a dime when he feels my hymen.
“Baby girl? Is that what I think it is?”
I open my eyes and look his way, one hand shoved down my bikini bottoms and the other groping one of my tits.
“I—I’m a virgin, daddy.”
