by B. B. Hamel
“Tell me about it.”
“How do you live in here?”
“I fill it with people, usually.”
“Hm. Makes sense.” She took her glasses off and frowned at me. “What’s the matter with you?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. We got some threatening letter that worried Cox. And I was spending some quality time with my daughter.”
“Stop calling her your daughter,” Evelyn said. “And I’m sure Cox can handle the letter.”
“He will. I’m more worried about Emily.”
She raised an eyebrow, looking at me. “If I didn’t know better, it would almost sound like you were looking for my permission to sleep with my daughter.”
I laughed deeply, surprised all over again at how funny Evelyn could be. “No, not at all. I don’t need your permission for that.”
“Oh, yes, you do, Carter.”
“I’m not worried about that anyway. She still dislikes me.”
“I’m not sure she does.”
“Have you seen the way she looks at me?”
“I have.” She pursed her lips. “I don’t think it’s dislike.”
“Hmm,” I said, smiling at her. “So I have a chance?”
“Carter.”
“Okay, I know. Stay away from the forbidden fruit.”
“It’s not just forbidden because of our situation. I also don’t want you getting involved.”
“Why not? I’m a perfect gentleman.”
“We both know you aren’t.”
“Okay, fine. I’m better than some guys, though.”
“Sure,” she said, smiling finally. “You’re better than some guys.”
“High praise, coming from you.”
She laughed, finally loosening up. “Listen, this isn’t easy on her. I’ve never really done anything like this, and I think it’s coming as a surprise. So please, be easy on her.”
“Aye, aye, Evie, dear,” I said. “I’ll go nice and easy.”
She sighed. “Good night, Carter.”
“Night, wife.” I stood and blew her a kiss then shut her bedroom door behind me.
I smiled all the way down the hall to my room. Evelyn just confirmed my suspicions, that Emily wanted me maybe as much as I wanted her, but that wasn’t necessarily good.
If anything, it made things much, much fucking harder.
7
Emily
I did a lazy backstroke, trying not to think about Carter, and failing miserably.
It was another gorgeous California summer afternoon, and the water felt great. I was trying to entertain myself without resorting to fantasizing about Carter, but I was failing miserably.
I kept thinking about that night in his music room. I saw a new side of him that I never expected to see. Carter didn’t strike me as the kind of man to enjoy a large music selection, let alone the type to speak knowledgeably about it. That was a side of him that I wanted to see more of, but he quickly let that side disappear when we sat on the couch.
Truth was, I liked his other side, too. I liked that dominant and intense side almost as much as I liked that softer aspect. He was a strong man who got what he wanted and didn’t seem apologetic about that at all. It got him into trouble a fair bit, but that was to be expected with a man like him.
Still, it was dangerous to get anywhere near Carter Green. He was my fake stepfather in this insane scheme my mother decided to get involved with, and that was that. I didn’t know what the heck she was thinking, but it was too late for that now.
My mother was a rational, normal person. She worked hard to give me a decent life, and I loved her endlessly for that. This thing with Carter was so far outside of the norm for her that I almost didn’t recognize her. A get-rich-quick scheme was basically the opposite of what she taught me.
Mom instilled one thing in me above all else: hard work paid off. I believed her, even as a little girl, and I strove to work as hard as she worked. That was probably impossible, since my mother was tireless, but I still tried anyway. She put aside a lot of her own personal life for me, and I knew that I had to find a way to repay her down the line.
Maybe this was my chance to repay her. As much as I didn’t want anything to do with Carter, I knew that I had to suck it up and do this for her. This was as much her situation as it was his, though having that prototype phone did make the stakes a bit lower.
It was hard to figure out what the right thing was. I knew that I wasn’t going to tell on them or anything crazy like that, since being disloyal to my mom seemed like the worst thing imaginable for me to do, but I wasn’t ever going to be happy with having Carter around all the time.
Still, I could get used to staring at his shirtless body, covered in sweat . . .
I climbed out of the pool an hour later, tired from swimming laps, but still surprisingly frustrated.
I toweled off and headed inside. I had a convenient little entrance on the side of my wing that led right up into my living area, and so I didn’t see a single person on my way back. It was almost like I lived in the enormous house all alone.
I headed up the steps and into my apartment, squeezing my hair off into a towel. I tossed it into the little laundry room and headed into my bedroom, not paying much attention to what I was doing, whistling a little song.
Before I could leave and head into the bathroom for a shower, a box caught my eye. I looked at it and stopped in my tracks. On my bed was a gift, wrapped in black wrapping paper with a white bow. I slowly walked over to it, not sure what the hell it was doing there.
I picked it up but there was no card. I pulled open the string, removed the bow, and tore open the paper. The box was plain and white. I lifted off the lid, my heart beating fast, and found a card on top of some tissue paper.
I opened it up and read, excitement pooling between my legs. For when you want to call me Daddy. – C
I bit my lip and opened the tissue paper. Inside was black lingerie, a one-piece lacy thing that wouldn’t leave very much to the imagination. I stared at it, totally appalled at his audacity, and almost threw it across the room.
Anger built up inside me. That asshole thought he could just send me lingerie whenever he wanted to. Just because he was rich, didn’t mean he could do whatever he wanted. I wanted to tear it up and destroy it, but before I let myself give in to that, I noticed something else that I totally overlooked when I first took out the lingerie.
It was a pair of handcuffs.
I stared at them for a second before bursting out in laughter. They were pink and fuzzy, the sort of things you saw in the movies, and couldn’t have been meant for anything but a joke. I laughed and felt the tension completely leave me as I tossed the lingerie back into the box.
As I turned to head into the bathroom, an insane idea hit me. I went and grabbed that prototype phone, scrolling through the apps, and found Snapchat. Sure enough, Carter’s profile was in there, ready for me.
Smiling a huge, devilish smile, I grabbed the lingerie, pulled up Snapchat, and headed into the bathroom.
He wanted to mess with me? Fine, he could mess with me all he wanted. But I wasn’t going to sit back and just take it. I was going to strike back and show that arrogant bastard what I was made of.
8
Carter
It was a morning like every other morning as I went into my office to go through my emails. I had to respond to the ambassador from Kenya soon about my clean water initiative, and there were shareholders that wanted more information about upcoming product launches. Sometimes, I wondered why the hell I wanted to be more involved with my company, but I knew the answer to that.
I wasn’t the kind of man to step down. I liked control and I needed to be the one steering the ship at my own company. Maybe I hired great CEOs to help with the business stuff, but at the end of the day I was the founder and everything came through me. There were plenty of tech founders that didn’t want much to do with the day-to-day business operations, but I wasn’t that kind of guy.
I couldn’t just step aside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my nature.
It was late afternoon by the time I finally surfaced from my work, surprised that the day had slipped by. I missed lunch, of course, which was a big surprise. I sighed, rubbing my temples, and took my phone from my desk drawer where I had it turned off. I powered it back up and scrolled through my messages.
There were the usual texts from work associates, most of them not worth responding to. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed that I had a Snapchat from someone. I opened the app and went to look at my Snaps.
It was from Emily. A smile spread across my face. It was probably going to be a picture of her flipping me off and burning that little joke present I left for her, but that was okay. I wanted her to know that I could give her things if she wanted them, things she never imagined. And not just objects, either. I knew that I could work her body like she’d never felt before. She was used to idiot college guys, but I was older and way more experienced than them. They probably came in ten seconds after feeling her tight silky cunt wrapped around their little baby cocks. I could show her how a real man fucks, all she had to do was give in to me.
I opened the snap and stared, wide-eyed at what I saw. The timer was set to ten seconds, and so I had ten seconds to stare.
It was Emily wearing the lingerie I bought for her, handcuffs dangling from her one wrist. She looked perfect, fucking gorgeous. The lacy one-piece clung to her body, barely covering her full breasts. My cock was instantly hard as I stared at her thick lips, her perfect tits, her pussy barely covered by the lace.
“Fuck,” I said out loud as the image disappeared.
I leaned back in my chair, stunned, desire ringing through me. I stood, not able to help myself, and went across my office and into my private bathroom. I slammed the door shut, locked it, and sat down on the toilet lid. I took out my hard cock, spit in my hand, and began to stroke myself.
I couldn’t help myself. I needed release and I needed it right away while that image was still fresh in my mind. I shut my eyes, stroking my thick cock, thinking about Emily.
She lay there handcuffed to the bed, her gorgeous eyes staring at my hard cock, her mouth hanging open.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, playing coy.
“You know what you’re going to get.”
“Carter,” she half-moans, half-begs.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeyed, opening them wide. I got onto my hands and knees and crawled up the bed until my mouth was on her inner thighs, slowly kissing my way up. Her skin was soft and tasted perfect as she let out these gorgeous, sexy moans.
I pushed the lingerie aside and began to suck her clit, licking and lapping up her juices. She’s absolutely dripping wet as she moaned loudly. I felt her shaking against her restraints, but she didn’t seem to mind it one bit as my tongue pressed inside of her.
I licked and sucked her delicious pussy until she was moaning loudly, head thrown back. When she was close and I could practically feel her about to come, I stood up and took her hair, pressing my cock down her throat.
It slid into her mouth easily as she began to suck me. Her arms were above her head, bound to the top of the headboard with the handcuffs, but that didn’t slow her down. She sucked my cock wildly, hair flying all around. I pressed her deep, feeling my cock gag her, but she didn’t pull back. She gobbled me up, clearly loving it. I finally pulled her back and she looked up at me, eyes wide.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”
I couldn’t ignore that. I released her handcuffs, spun her around, and re-cuffed her to the bed so that her ass was up in the air. She gripped the top of the headboard as I pressed myself deep inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Carter.”
I began to fuck her wildly, rough and deep, and her moans got louder. Her pussy felt amazing, tight and slick and incredible as I slapped her ass. I wanted to dominate her, destroy her, fuck that pussy like it had never been fucked before. She took every inch of me and begged for more, and I gave it to her.
I could feel my orgasm building as her moans got wilder. She looked back over her shoulder, her gorgeous face flushed with desire, and that pushed me over the edge.
I came hard into some tissues, head tipped back, groaning. The image of Emily in that lingerie was burned into my retinas as slowly my orgasm ended and I cleaned up.
Despite jerking off to a fantasy of fucking her, I found that I still wanted her. I couldn’t believe it, but my blood was still ringing with Emily and her gorgeous body. I wanted more, needed fucking more.
When I got back out into my office, I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.
“I’ll be home late, but I expect you to be wearing that when I get there.”
I leaned back, content to wait, but she responded right away.
“Maybe if you’re good.”
I laughed out loud, shaking my head. I didn’t know where this girl had come from, but she was pushing every single one of my fucking buttons. I wanted to rush back home immediately and take what I needed, but I had more work to finish up. I couldn’t ignore my responsibilities just because I wanted to fuck my gorgeous goddamn stepdaughter.
I put my phone away, taking deep breaths, calming myself. I went back to work, trying not to let myself get too distracted by thoughts of her.
It was around eight by the time I finally left the office. I got into my car and had my driver head right home, instructing him to break some damn laws if he had to, but to get me there as soon as possible.
I stared out the window, trying to decide what I cared about more, feeling Emily’s tight pussy or following through with this plan I hatched with her mother.
The whole stepfather and stepdaughter thing didn’t mean anything to me. We weren’t really related at all and there was no weird father-daughter power dynamic there. Sure, I was older, but I didn’t really feel that much older than her. She wasn’t like any of the women I’d been with before, although she was probably the youngest girl I’d been interested in for some time.
None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was Emily and my insane and intense attraction to her. Maybe it wasn’t rational or smart, but it couldn’t be denied. I wanted to fuck her, take her, dominate her, and leave her dripping wet on the floor begging for more.
When the driver got back to the house, I quickly got out and walked inside. My heart was beating fast in my chest and I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins. That was unusual, since I didn’t normally have this kind of reaction to fucking an attractive woman, but apparently my body was on edge and anticipating everything she had for me.
I walked through the main lobby and headed toward her wing. Once, I was there, I knocked on her door.
There was no response. I got out my phone and checked her location, but apparently she had turned that feature off. Frowning, I knocked again, and sent her a text.
No response to either. After a few minutes, I gave up, disappointed and annoyed. I headed back to my wing and went up to my room, loosening my tie, getting ready to change into workout clothes.
When I got into my room, I stopped short, a smile spreading across my face.
Attached to the headboard were handcuffs, set up just like in my fantasy. On the pillow there was a note. I walked over and picked it up.
Put these on. I’ll be there soon. – E
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud as I undressed, carefully laying my suit down over a chair. I climbed into bed and hooked the handcuffs up to my wrists, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.
I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the door open and shut.
“There you are,” I said, excitement coursing through my veins.
Emily walked into the room wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She raised an eyebrow, smiling at me.
“So you can follow directions,” she said.
I nodded. “But apparently you can’t.”
“Oh, I can. But
only when I want to.” She took out the phone and took a picture of me.
“What’s that for?” I asked. “A little something for later?”
“Oh, no. Just a little extra blackmail in case all this fails to pan out.”
I blinked and slowly figured out what was happening. “You naughty girl,” I said.
She smiled and did a little curtsy. “Thanks.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, and that only made her smile a bit more confused.
“I don’t know what’s funny,” she said. “You do realize that I’m not letting you go, right?”
That only made me laugh harder. I had to hand it to her, the girl was fucking funny, and apparently was very good at pranks. I was going to have to be much more careful around her from here on out.
She looked confused and finally laughed a little bit, shaking her head. “You’re crazy, you know that, Carter?”
“I know,” I said, getting a hold of myself. “But you do realize that I’m going to get you back for this.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
Without another word, she blew me a kiss and left the room.
I leaned my head back, grinning to myself, picturing that Snap she sent me again. Fortunately, the phone had voice control, so all I had to do was call out and command it to send someone to release me, but I was going to savor this moment for another few minutes.
It wasn’t every day that someone got one over on me. Apparently, I had my hands full with Emily, and I fucking loved it.
9
Emily
The look on Carter’s face both confused and excited me in ways that I didn’t expect.
I assumed he was going to be really pissed. I figured he’d yell and maybe threaten me, the usual stuff. Instead, he seemed genuinely amused and excited by the whole thing, which seemed totally crazy to me. On the other hand, he looked so damn attractive handcuffed to that bed that I nearly forgot my plan and gave in to temptation. I could have easily gotten him hard and then rode him to my heart’s content, but I had to resist that urge.
