by Quell T Fox
There is no way he was talking to me earlier…
“She’s at work. Didn’t she tell you?” I nod once, licking my suddenly dry lips.
She did tell me, but I hoped she’d come home without me knowing. Or perhaps he had someone else here instead… The thought causes anger to swirl in my chest. And not for the right reasons. My emotions are not on my mother’s behalf. They’re on mine. The thought of him being with someone else...
Jonathan leans forward, placing his muscular forearms on his knees. He lets out a small laugh before looking up at me. He reaches his hand out, and trails his finger from my knee up to my thigh, stopping right below my shorts. I’m frozen in place. Heat trails after his touch and goosebumps erupt over my skin, the feel of his fingers on me is overwhelming. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asks in a low tone. My heart races in my chest, my entire body vibrating with energy.
The question confuses me, whether because it doesn’t make sense or because his touch is turning my brain to mush, I am unsure. He raises an eyebrow at me when I don’t give him an answer. “With that boy? Did you have fun?” I nod again because apparently this man’s attention to me has stolen all the air in the room. He drops his hand from my leg, and taps his own as he leans back, indicating for me to sit down on his lap. My eyes widen at the gesture. Surely he can’t mean what I think he means. “What’s wrong, Charlotte? Are you shy suddenly?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.
I don’t answer.
He reaches for my hand and yanks me onto his lap, my back to his front. He slides his palms down my thighs and pulls them back up slowly. I can’t breathe. His hands stop at my hips and I don’t miss the hardness that I feel underneath my ass. Blood rushes through my ears as this raw energy flows through my veins. He presses his hips up just the slightest and his cock throbs between my ass cheeks. I clench my thighs together unintentionally.
“Why do you play games with me, Charlotte?” He tsks.
“Wh–what do you mean?” I ask, trying my best to sound stronger than I feel. That bravery I felt earlier… where is it now that I need it? I’ve dreamt of this happening to me for years. Being this close to this man, feeling his hardness against me… and here I am and I can’t even function.
“I mean, you watched me touch myself for all that time”—holy fuck, he knows— “then you come back and go out with another boy. How is that supposed to make me feel?”
Oh my god, he knows…
How long has he known for? What does this mean? Did he… did he touch himself because of me? Like how I touched myself because of him so many times. Is that what he was doing? Putting on a show for me?
“I d–don’t know,” I answer. He laughs quietly behind me, his finger trailing up my sides, catching on the hem of my shirt as they go. His finger grazes over my sensitive skin and I feel as if I’ve been set on fire.
He knows.
“Sad, Charlotte. It makes me sad. And angry. I don’t like knowing someone else is touching what is mine,” he says.
What’s his? Is he saying I am his? No. No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t real. I must be in a dream. I probably fell asleep the minute I put the clean sheets on the bed. Jonathan cannot be calling me his. He just can’t…
“I thought of how I would punish you while you were gone, you know. I had a wonderful idea, but then you came home and didn’t answer me when I spoke to you. When I speak to you, Charlotte,” his fingers trail to the front of my stomach and up towards my breasts. “I expect an answer. So now, I must change the punishment, something better to fit your mishap.” His fingers brush the underside of my breast, my nipples perking instantly. “Does that sound fair?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes,” I answer before thinking, because I’m not thinking at all. I can’t believe what is happening, completely unable to wrap my head around this situation I’ve found myself in. I’ve been lusting after this man for years. Years! And now here I am, in his lap, his cock pressing into my ass while his fingers explore my body... And I don’t ever want to leave.
I’m sitting on my future stepfather’s lap, his cock digging into my ass.
This is so wrong.
But then why does this feel so right? Why does this feel like it was where I was meant to be? The way my body perfectly fits into his, how his hands almost know they belong to me and only me.
“Good. Now go up to bed, and let me figure out your punishment.” He pulls his hands away abruptly, my skin still on fire from his touch but suddenly cold from his disappearance. “Up you go,” he says, patting the side of my ass. I stand and walk quickly to the laundry basket, picking it up and leaving the room without looking back. I dash up the stairs on trembling knees. The heat from my face has me rushing to the bathroom and splashing water on it. I need something to cool me down.
I should take another shower, but I don’t. Instead, I head back to my room, lock the door, and shove my fingers into my pussy until I’m coming to the thought of Jonathan’s cock in my ass.
Chapter 6
Charlotte
I wake the next day to Mom knocking on my door and telling me it’s time for breakfast. Only when I’m halfway downstairs do I remember what occurred last night. My body tensing at the reminder, and I grip onto the rail so I don’t fall down the stairs. The thought of running back to my room to hide or just running out the front door occurs to me, but how would I explain that?
No. I can’t avoid him, I have to act like everything is normal. The last thing I need to happen is for my mom to figure out something is happening between me and her fiancé. I can’t even think about how that would go over. A ball weighs heavily in my stomach as I inch closer to the kitchen.
A wave of relief washes over me when I find the table empty and only set for two.
“Good morning, sweetie,” Mom says. “Just us this morning. Jonathan had to run by the bar.”
Thank fuck.
Jonathan owns a bar in the next town. He doesn’t go by there too often since he has a really great manager, but he pops in every now and then to make sure things are running smoothly. It’s why he’s home so much, and always has been since I was younger. He’s a successful businessman. Just one more thing I find so attractive about him…
“Okay,” is all I say, taking a seat at the table. Mom brings me over a plate stacked with pancakes a few minutes later and I pick at it more than anything. I still can’t believe what happened last night. Sitting here across from my mom, the guilt is eating away at me. Yet, the thoughts aren’t going in the direction they should. Instead, the memory of his fingers on my skin, his cock beneath my ass… it’s embedded in my mind.
And then I remember what he said…
He is going to punish me.
Why is that thought so exciting? Why does it cause the butterflies to go crazy and my pussy to throb. I’m an adult, not a child. Why should I be punished for anything? Why do I want to be punished? I’m no prude when it comes to sex, but this is not something I’ve ever dabbled in before.
“I heard you went out with a boy yesterday,” Mom says. A ping of fear strikes my chest, worried Jonathan said something to her. “Lisa said she saw you at the park when she got into her shift last night. How did it go?”
I let out a sigh of relief. “It was good,” I tell her. “Jace and I have been friends since high school.”
“That’s nice. Not that I want you to any time soon, but the thought of you being with someone makes me happy. I think you should finish school first, but it’s your life. I’ll support you no matter what you do.” I smile at her and take a bite of my pancakes. Being with someone… with Jace? Well, I could see something like that. It would make sense. But the thought bores me. I need excitement and that isn’t what I would get from Jace. With Jace, it would be early evenings in, watching TV before bed, and sex missionary style unless he’s feeling a little adventurous. Maybe then he’d ask me—not tell me—to turn over for some doggy style. And that is just not what my goal is in life.
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“Don’t worry, marriage is far from my list of things to do. I want to finish school and get established at work before anything else.” She smiles at me proudly, something she doesn’t do very often.
She lets out a yawn after finishing her orange juice. “I have to go to sleep for a bit, sweetie. I’m pulling another double tonight. Would you mind doing the dishes?” she asks.
I nod my head as she stands and plants a kiss on the top of my head.
“Good night,” she says, walking off and heading up to her room.
“Night,” I tell her, still picking at my food.
After another few minutes of poking at the now soggy pancakes, I finally decide to throw them away, knowing I’m not getting anywhere with eating breakfast this morning. I’m just not hungry. I blame the guilt.
I’m in the middle of doing the dishes when the door opens, freezing me in my place, my arms elbow deep in the sudsy water.
Firm hands slide around my waist as Jonathan’s body hovers against mine from behind, his masculine scent filling my nose. I close my eyes and breathe him in, lost in his masculine scent, both loving this feeling yet also terrified of what is happening here. This is a dangerous game. My mother is upstairs. Sure, she’s probably sleeping, but what if she woke up? What if she came down here? What would she think? The thoughts have my heart racing and a nauseous feeling to swirl in my belly. Jonathan’s teeth graze my ear, causing a soft moan to leave my lips.
“I can’t wait to hear you moaning my name, Charlotte. Because you will, soon enough.”
He backs away, taking slow and sure steps out of the room, and up the stairs. The minute he is gone, the air in the room changes without his presence. The tension is high when he’s in a room with me, and I can instantly feel when he comes and goes. I finally catch my breath and stop shaking enough to finish the dishes.
I’m up in my room when Mom leaves for work. She comes in to say goodbye before she goes and I hear her car start and back out of the driveway. I try to put my focus back on the book I’m reading, but I keep looking at the same line over and over again and I still have no idea what it says. My thoughts keep going to Jonathan and the fact that we are alone in the house together until tomorrow morning.
My phone dings, startling me. I put my book down and reach for my phone on the nightstand.
Jace: Sorry for not getting back to you last night, got busy with Mom.
Me: That’s okay. How’s she doing?
Jace: Better now. To answer your question… I was hoping to see you.
I stare at my phone screen for a while, unsure of how to respond to that. Do I want to see Jace again? Well, if you would have asked me yesterday, the moment he dropped me off, I would have said yes. It makes sense to hang out with Jace. But now? Now all I can think about is Jonathan. Again. The man is like a leech, clinging onto my brain and refusing to leave. I don’t want anything else but him. It’s always been him for me and I fear it always will be.
But that can’t be.
What does someone do in this situation? I’ve gone so long with being away from him and keeping these feelings inside, trying to ignore them. I don’t think my life will ever be fulfilled unless I have a piece of him. That’s so messed up, I know, but I can’t help the way I feel.
My phone dings again and I check it.
Unknown: I’ve decided on your punishment.
I know who it is even though the number isn’t saved into my phone. I deleted Jonathan’s number from my contacts when I first went to college, so worried I would have ended up drunk texting him one night or something worse… like sending him pictures or videos. With a message like that, it could only be him. It couldn’t be anyone else.
How am I supposed to respond to that? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to hear what it is. I imagine something along the lines of a spanking, and at that I’m clenching my thighs together again. I don’t know how much time goes by, but it must be too long because another text comes in when I don’t answer back.
Unknown: Invite your friend for dinner. Tonight. This is non-negotiable.
I stare and stare and stare.
I don’t get it.
How is inviting Jace over for dinner a… punishment?
He could only be talking about Jace, right? I don’t have any other friends that he knows of. And that’s what he was angry about, so he says. I hope he doesn’t plan on hurting him. That thought alone has me wondering whether or not I should actually do this. What does he have planned?
After what feels like forever, I finally decide to text Jace and ask him to come over. I’m not sure how this will translate into a punishment but the thought of wanting to know is too much to ignore. I tell myself I’m worried if I don’t do what he says he’d tell my mother something about what happened, turn it around on me. Yeah, that’s what I tell myself, but deep down, I know that isn’t it at all. I don’t know how or why, but I know I can trust Jonathan. With everything.
So when Jace texts me back, it’s not nerves that I’m filled with. It’s excitement. A grin spreads across my face as I pull up Izzy’s number and text my best friend.
Me: Shit’s about to get crazy around here.
Izzy: Finally taking that stepdad cock? ;)
Me: Not quite… but I’ll keep you updated.
Izzy: Bitch, you better!
I go back to reading my book, and this time, I’m able to focus a little bit better.
Chapter 7
Charlotte
Dinner time at our house is 7:00 p.m.. It always has been. Mom was a night owl for as long as I can remember. She’d be up late having her alone time, then it was studying and now it’s working. We always ate late. Nothing has changed, even though she isn’t here.
I don’t leave my room for the entire day, anxious about what the night is going to bring. I think I’ve made a huge mistake in inviting Jace over. I can’t get him involved in whatever this is. That wouldn’t be fair to him. This is a small town and even thinking about getting such a sweet boy caught up in the stepdad/stepdaughter scandal is enough to have me hiding in my room for the night. But what’s done is done and I need to go with it because Jace made plans to have a neighbor stay with his mother and canceling just wouldn’t be right. I just can’t let anyone else know anything about whatever it is that’s going on. No one other than Izzy, that is. The girl would die before sharing my secrets.
The doorbell rings at 6:40 p.m. and damn Jace for being early. I mean, it’s great, but just not today. The less time to deal with him around Jonathan, the better. I take a few shuddering breaths before opening my door and going downstairs. The smell of food has my mouth watering since I haven’t eaten since this morning. My stomach was in knots all afternoon over this and so I skipped lunch, knowing I wouldn’t be able to keep anything down. I walk through the kitchen and to the front door. I open it to find a smiling Jace.
“Hey,” I say, putting on a happy smile that I don’t feel in the least bit.
“Hey, thanks for inviting me.” He moves in, placing a kiss on my temple. I feel him before I see him. Not Jace, but him. Jonathan. The tension in the room rises the second he is here, like a thick, dark blanket. Stifling in a way that I want more of.
“Hi, you must be Charlie’s dad,” Jace says as he walks in.
“No!” I say too quickly, earning me an odd look from Jace. Jonathan’s perfect lips rise in the tiniest smirk. “I mean… he’s my mom’s boyfriend, uh… fiancé,” I stammer. Saying those words out loud makes my life that much more confusing. But I feel like him knowing that, for some reason, would make the realm of possibilities for Jonathan and I to have something going on be impossible.
How is it possible the only man I have ever wanted, like truly wanted, is dating my mom? Is this what the universe plans to do with me for the rest of my life? Tease and tempt me with things I shouldn’t want? I’d appreciate it if my life weren’t some kind of joke.
“Jonathan, nice to meet you.” He walks towards Jace, offe
ring his hand.
“Jace. Charlie and I know each other from school.” Jace looks around. “You have a nice house here. It’s one of the newer ones in town, from what I recall.”
“Thank you, I do what I can. Care for a tour?” Jonathan asks with a smile that makes my knees weak, and my palms instantly start to sweat.
“I can—”
“Nonsense, princess. Let the men bond,” Jonathan says with a smirk. He winks at me before leaving the room, Jace following behind.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Normally, something like this wouldn’t be a big deal, right? In a normal family with normal people, a dad showing a friend around the house would be okay. But something tells me there is a bigger plan here. Jonathan mentioned this being a punishment but nothing is adding up.
I stay in the kitchen, pacing and chewing on my nails, nervous as hell. I strain my ears to listen. For what? I’m not sure. When I hear them coming back towards the kitchen, I slide around the corner to hide from them as they disappear up the stairs. The blood rushing through my ears makes it impossible to hear what they’re saying, but they seem to be laughing and getting along.
I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
