by Mia Madison
“Fuck, Baby, why didn't you tell me?”
“What girl is going to announce her inexperience to a man she wants to impress?”
“You don't need to impress me, Baby. You do that just being you. If you told me, I would never have been so rough.”
“I want you to be rough,” she whimpers.
And I'm glad to note it's in the present tense, not past, like we're done. I still have a chance to claim her. Like there was ever a doubt. I'd have done whatever, forever, to make her mine.
“But the first time, needs to be special, unforgettable.”
I stroke her cheek where a tear has rolled from her eye.
“Oh, it was unforgettable alright.”
Carly's gaze is one of frustrated betrayal, firing at me from huge doll eyes pleading with me to be better.
“Epiphany, take me to the ground floor,” she issues an order to my elevator.
I shake my head.
“Epiphany, call building security.”
“My machines know who's boss,” I tell her.
“They only take commands from you?” she squeaks.
“Did you really think I'd have it any other way?”
“And you expect me to do the same. When you barely finish licking me before you go straight to the next available girl. One of your other dolls.”
“You left me,” I reply.
“Is that the excuse?”
“You left me without hearing me out.”
“It seems to me you also left me, without a word.”
“You're talking about five years ago when I left your mother?”
“For sleeping with your secretary, she told me.”
She bites on the side of her lip, as though that gives any level of control over her rampant emotion.
“You mother's a liar and she's taught you not to trust anyone, same as her.”
“You left me as well as her.”
“You know why I did that, Baby.”
“Because you didn't care enough about me to tell me you were going.”
I love the way her lower lip juts out in a girlish pout, reminding me of the looks we stole at each other five years ago. When our relationship was forbidden and completely off limits, but that couldn't restrain the feelings of desire we harbored from pooling and washing up against the dammed-up hunger. I can't leave her wallowing in feelings of rejection now.
“Baby, I cared too much about you to stay. You know what was developing between us and it would have been a fucking inflammable brushfire had we continued to live in the same house. One thing I couldn't control was how much I wanted you.”
“You wanted me then too?”
She looks stunned for a second, like she's not sure if she can believe me. But when I slam my mouth down onto hers she doesn't resist. Our tongues crash up against each other, then start the rock and roll jive. My hands slide under her coat and down her back to cup her round ass. I yank her upward so her pelvis crushes into my bolt of steel.
I can't hold back from this any longer. I was going for a slow build up, maybe get to know each other in our new form of relationship but I can't resist. I need to be inside Carly's tight pussy right now. My fingers hook the fabric of her skirt and again drag it up her thighs.
“We can't...” she whimpers into my mouth. All the time her fingers claw into me, dragging me harder into her body.
“Yeah, we can,” I husk against her lips. There's nothing in the world that could stop me from claiming her now. “Just watch.”
I shove the coat back off her shoulders so it drops to the floor. Then I take the two plackets of her shirt and tear it open so the remaining buttons go flying around and ricochet off the walls. Her bra straps come down her shoulders and I tug the cups down over her fantastic tits so they bounce free. I mound them both in my palms, squashing them together and up into my mouth. There, I bite and lap at both nipples together until Carly fists my hair and moans.
“Oh, Smith, oh, Daddy,” she cries out.
That sets me into a raging fury of desperate need to own her right now.
I flip her around away from me, turning her to the elevator wall. Her hands fly up to palm the glass to support herself and I drag her head back to my shoulder exposing the length of her neck and cleavage.
“You wanted to expose yourself over the entire city,” I growl into her ear as I hike the skirt up over her ass and pull her hips back on my dick so she's bent and her tits sway.
“I wanted to expose myself to you,” she counters right back.
There's the girl I remember. The sassy little vixen who wanted my cock as her first.
“And now you will. Again.”
Her bare ass is fully exposed, her soaked panties still in my pants pocket. And the frenzy of lust flinging around my body at the name she calls me is beyond my control. She arches her back so her beautiful curved cheeks tilt up to me and I become a beast. I rain down three, four, five loud slaps on her ass, making her squeal with shock.
“You can't spank me,” she cries.
“I just did,” I tell her.
Then I clap down on her again and again until her skin turns first rosy, then hot pink. My hand slides into her crevasse and finds her dripping entrance.
“You're fucking soaked for me again,” I grit out.
The slick heat of her pussy almost drives me deranged to ram inside her tightness.
“I want you inside me,” she pleads, circling her pelvis so her entrance rotates on my fingers, pulling me in. “Please, give me your cock, Smith. And make it rough.”
My instinct is to go with my normal. Tell her she can have it when I'm ready. Make her wait until she's begging me even harder. But I'm losing my mind and with it, all sense of control. I can't make her wait in agony because for once, for the first time ever, waiting would be just as much of a torture for me. Having her first, being the only cock she'll ever take, fills me with a lust that tears me apart.
“Open your legs for me,” I order her.
She immediately complies and her puckered little hole is deliciously exposed. A shard of electricity fires through my brain knowing that's also going to belong to me pretty soon. But first her pussy is dripping and I need her juices soothing the burning heat in the bastard.
With one hand resting on the heat from her ass cheek, my right unbuckles my belt and lowers the zipper. I unhook the bastard and it prongs free, standing up massive and pulsating angrily. It's a fucking beast with a will of its own.
Carly throws a look back over her shoulder and gasps.
“Ohmigod, you're so huge,” she pants out. But not like its a complaint.
“Just relax. It's gonna feel so good buried in your tight little hole. I promise you, I'll make sure of it.”
A part of me can't believe I'm talking to the little girl that used to be my stepdaughter in this filthy way, but the other part finds it dirty delicious. Just as much as Carly does, judging by the way she keeps moaning; “Be hard on me, Daddy,” softly under her breath.
Those words on her lips fuel the bastard with even more fire and I pull her hot cheeks apart, still bright with the stinging I gave her. My hand guides my rock shaft until the head settles into the hollow of her entrance. The feel of her pussy twitching eagerly and trying to suction me inside her is too much to tolerate. She's rotating her hips on me, her head thrashing in the other direction like a stripper going wild to the music.
“Epiphany, give me a sexy tune.”
An impulsive beat immediately starts thumping around the walls, making Carly gyrate on me even more urgently.
“Now, Smith, please,” she begs.
With one sharp thrust I slide all the way into her tightly hugging channel.
Chapter TWELVE
Carly
Smith slides all the way into my pussy. His girth invades me, pushing at the elasticity of my inner walls extending them to their fullest. Just when I think I'm going to tear wide open, a rush of pleasure flies up my core and ignites a showers of elect
ric sparks in my brain. I've never known a filling like this. It's nothing like fingers inside me.
He holds his broad shaft buried to the root, giving us a moment to gather our breath from the overwhelming sensation of being totally bonded. Then he slides all the way out. Until his head rides circles around my pussy mouth, making me heated with lust all over again and he rams into me, inciting a sensation only slightly less invasive than the first time.
Smith rocks in and out the full length of my tunnel and when I start to moan for more, he picks up the pace. For a man who needs to be so much in control, he's surprisingly amenable to giving me what I want. Like a real good daddy.
I part my legs a little more to allow more of his wide root to push against my lips and it's the most delicious feeling I've ever known. By pressing my palms against the glass wall, I can arch my back harder so his tip grazes across a spot inside me that makes me almost black out with an overwhelm of bliss.
My eyes open again and I see white and colored lights. Then I realize that's the city laid out at my feet again, except now night's fallen and the lights are from the buildings and cars. It's hard to decipher which are the real twinkling illuminations and which are the sparks flying through my brain every time Smith rams his thick cock back into me.
He picks up the pace, faster, his breath ragged from the desire we're sharing. I push back harder, impaling down onto the root of him, circling my pelvis to try and give him as much thrust as he's giving me. My legs start to tremor as tingles move from my toes all the way up my thighs to tauten around Smith's perfect girth.
That huge thing fitting so perfectly inside me, stretching me to my limits will never be replaced. No other man could ever feel so perfect. I can't imagine ever wanting anything more than this one ideal moment I've wished for so long.
“You feel so good, Carly,” Smith groans, his breath hitching and filled with the need to release into me.
“Come for me, Baby girl,” he commands me. “Let me feel your pussy clench me tight.”
I want to hold back, to keep the pleasure building and forcing at me until I couldn't retain the explosion another second. But his filthy talk is a short cut. A quake hits my core and pleasure flies up through me like a geyser out of the desert. Pleasure so hot, so cataclysmic, flows into and around every cell and out through my skin. I thrash and jerk on Smith's cock as he holds it thrust deep into me, giving me all of him while I spasm through one climax after another.
Just when I think the pleasure has settled. Smith grabs me by the hips and jabs into me hard and fast. He leans over me, his hard chest on my back and strums across my clit, eliciting another flame that goes licking through me.
As he explodes into my pussy, I shriek his name with the most intense orgasm of all. Like a totality of the others piled into one. It's howling and destroys me, so I'm screaming and would be tearing at my hair if I didn't have to support myself and Smith on my hands. He fills me until I can't contain any more and his liquid leaks out of me to run down my thighs.
“Ohmigod,” I moan and as Smith pulls slowly out of my pussy, I sink to the floor in a rag doll mess.
“Yeah. Oh. my. God,” Smith repeats and sinks down beside me.
He pulls me onto him, tucking me under his arm so I lie on his hard ridged chest. His heart beats loud and firm into my ear. With our backs on one glass wall, we sit there motionless, retrieving our breathing while we look out on the city spread beneath us.
“That was amazing,” I murmur against Smith's chest, wishing his shirt was undone so I could trace the hot ridges of muscle I feel under the smooth white cotton. Once again I'm completely exposed while Smith is fully dressed.
“You and I are meant for each other,” he says.
“We can't,” I whisper, knowing this mustn't continue. We've already crossed a line.
“Don't deny me again,” Smith says, his voice suddenly commanding after all the tender words. “Not ever.”
“It can't work. I can't work here. How would that even work?” I say, hopelessness coming into my voice. This can't be the first and last time I have Smith inside my pussy.
“That's a whole lot of cannot,” Smith tells me. “And don't forget you have a work contract. You also walked out on your boss.”
“I -” Did do that.
Which wasn't fair. My excuse was the torrid feeling rushing through me after what we'd just done in his office. So wrong but so incredible. I swore I was never doing that again and managed to keep that promise sacred for all of five minutes. Smith is just too irresistible.
“I'm sorry for that but you were in a compromising position with your other 'doll',” I say.
In spite of the amazing orgasms I'm not letting him off the hook. Smith still has a lot of explaining to do.
“You're my only doll,” he tells me.
“Stop with that talk and be serious,” I say, sitting up to look him in the face.
His eyes stray down to my bare tits, bobbing on the bra underwire. He looks like he's considering ravishing me all over again. No, we definitely can't work together. No work would ever get done and I'd be in and out of his office, exposing my body, all day long.
“I'm completely serious, Baby. You're my only real doll. Rachel is... a toy.”
Then I realize we've sequestered the elevator and are still holding it as our personal love nook in the sky.
“Ohmigod, she's stranded on the top floor while we're fucking in the elevator. She must be going crazy.”
“She's fine,” Smith says.
Like he doesn't give a shit. So while I'm glad she's not important to him, she's still a person that deserves consideration.
“Smith, she'll be wanting to go home. She's trapped.”
“She doesn't have a home,” he says.
Now he's not making any sense at all.
“What does that mean?” I snap, because if that's true, she's the most glamorous homeless person on the planet.
“She sleeps there.”
“You make your assistant sleep in the office,” I say, astounded that even though Smith can be a tough bastard, this is a new low. “She's a human being, Smith.”
“No,” he barks. “She's not.”
“That's a disgusting thing to say.”
I get shakily to my feet and shimmy my skirt back down my legs. My thighs are sticky but I'm not going to give Smith the satisfaction of asking for the return of my destroyed underwear.
“I can't believe I ever let myself be taken in by you.”
Chapter THIRTEEN
Smith
Carly in a rage is a beautiful sight.
“Epiphany, take me down now,” she shouts at my elevator.
Her eyes flash fire and come alive with a passion that I want to claim as only mine all over again. I have to own every part of her. Except when she gets it wrong and makes assumptions about me before checking in. That's a trait she picked up from her bitch of a mother. The idea that she knows what a man is thinking and assumes his motivations are the worst.
She'll have to be retrained on that. But it's not a deal breaker. Honestly, I doubt any fault I ever uncover in Carly would change the strength of my desire for her. I know I need to explain all of it to her, but first she has to sign the contract.
“Let me out of here,” she squeals. “I don't want to be trapped in here with you any longer.”
“Baby, do you feel like calming down and listening to everything I have to share with you?”
“Not if you're holding women hostage. That makes two of us, if you continue to stop the elevator from moving and keep me prisoner. Seriously, Epiphany? Who gives the elevator a name?” she shouts.
“Epiphany, Hon, ground floor.”
The instant I verbalize my instruction, the machine kicks into action.
Carly's tugging her clothes around her but her buttons are on the floor and she can't fasten her shirt. I pick her coat up and wrap it around her shoulders tenderly, then I pull on the tail of the belt, tugging her toward me.
She looks up, eyes wide and half expecting, god knows what. Her eyes are round with shock and loathing and lust all mixed up in a tangled mess. Just like us.
I can tell she wants me to make it right. To unpick the entanglement and make everything run as smooth as Epiphany. And I will.
I carefully button up her coat so no other fucker gets to look on her spectacular tits, half lolling out of their cups. The door glides back and I put my hand in the small of Carly's back to lead her out into the lobby.
“Go to bed, Epiphany,” I tell the elevator so she knows that no one is to go back up to the penthouse floor until the morning.
“Are you nuts?” Carly looks up at me.
I throw her a grin that she ignores and we step out onto the sidewalk where my limo is waiting. She tries to take off but I'm too fast for her. I grab her arm and direct her to the curb where Carlos is waiting with the door held open for her.
“You went up in the world,” she says, unable to pull her arm out of my grip even though she tries. “You only had sportscars when I knew you.”
She climbs in and I give Carlos the destination, then settle in the back seat beside her.
“You can't take me home in this. My father will have a fit if he sees you. I don't know what I'm going to tell him about my first day on the job.”
“You're going to tell him it was life-changing,” I inform her. “Whenever you see him next, because I'm not taking you home.”
Then I open the burled walnut hatch to the built-in bar and pour us each a drink. Scotch for me, neat, and a petite bottle of Moet for Carly.
“Where are we going?” she demands, with all that feisty challenge in her voice.
“First you're getting new clothes. Then we've got some catching up to take care of.”
“Yeah, like about how you talk to machines as if they're human and treat the human employees like machines.”
“They are machines, Baby,” I tell her and take a long swallow, draining the glass. “Humanity is a machine.”
“That's so rude. Maybe you should put the partition up before you offend the driver.”
