Psionics Box Set 1-7

by Robyn, Amy

  “Tell me you want that too, princess.” She clears her throat.

  “I want that too.” She says softly. She bites into her full lip and I groan. This is going to be torture. At the rate we are going I will probably cum in my pants again like a fucking teenager. I don't think I had this problem even then. It's her. She is the epitome of sex. Her sexy curves and the sway of her hips when she walks. Those lips. Don't get me started on those lips. I dream of those fucking lips wrapped tightly around my dick. Shit, I'm doing it again. Snap out of it.

  We order our food and talk about sports. She's into football and I fall even more in love with her. We even share a favorite team, and I can't wait for her to see the game room I had built in my house. Scratch that. Our house. Hell yeah, I like the sound of that. I had it built with her in mind.

  We talk about her school and how she will juggle working, and going to class. I don't care how we manage it as long as she is mine.

  “Are you talking to your father in the morning?” I ask.

  “Yeah, he isn't going to be happy, but you're right I am an adult.” She pauses for a moment.

  “I want this. More than anything.” Thank fuck. I pull her forward and kiss her across the table. I pull back and I can't help the dopey grin I know is on my face right now. She smiles and her eyes are sparkling with happiness and I'll make sure to keep it there, always.

  We drive back to her place and I kiss her hard while parked in the driveway. I almost pull her across the seat to get closer to her. The light on the porch turns on. I groan. She giggles lightly.

  “Text me and let me know when I can come pick you up. I don't have to work, but I will probably go in for a bit in the morning. A friend of the family has asked for our help so I will meet with him in the morning.” I kiss her softly.

  “Do not let them in your head, princess. They thrive on that shit. Go straight to your room and sleep.” Again, I nearly tell her I love her. Damn, if only she were ready. It's possible, in her state of mind that she wouldn't believe the words. I need to get her away from this house and these people. I will help her build her confidence back up.

  “I don't want you to go.” She says in that whispery way of hers that goes straight to my heart. If she knew how much power she has over me. I shudder. Tomorrow is not soon enough. I pull her to me and kiss her with my heart in my lips. I let her know without words how much that I love her . I pull away and stare down at her.

  “If I could take you home right now I would, but I know it's not what you want and you know I can't stay here. I want you to be able to salvage a relationship with your dad, if you can.” She pulls me back in for a kiss and I oblige. I will never get enough of her lips and her taste.

  “I will text you when I get home.” I hop out of the car and around to her side and open the door for her. I walk her to the door and give her lips a light peck and turn around and leave. Leaving her nearly tears my heart out. It is the last time I will have to do this. I tell myself this, and it soothes me slightly.

  Chapter 6. Sarah

  As soon as I step inside my step mom starts in on me.

  “What in the world are you doing with a man his age? You wouldn't know the first thing of to do with him. I forbid you to see him again.” She huffs. I turn and walk to my room. I refuse to discus this with her. My step sister is standing at my bedroom door. Just great.

  “You know he's just using you. He asked me out last week and I turned him down. He's just trying to make me jealous.” I know she is lying, but it stings anyway. I cross my arms over my chest.

  “Move out of my way.” I tell her.

  “Fine, don't listen to me. I think I might change my mind and accept that date after all. It will show you.” She finally steps away from my door. I open it and walked through before slamming it in her face. He could never want someone so horrible. I walk over and fall onto my bed. I know I should wash my face and brush my teeth, but no way am I opening that door again tonight. I lay there for a while until my phone chirps.

  “I am home, princess. Are U in bed?” I would love to flirt and tell him I am naked and see what he says. I'm just not comfortable talking like that.

  “Yes. I'm thinking of U.” I send him.

  “Are U thinking of me touching U?” How did he know?

  “Yes.”

  “How do U want me to touch U?”

  “I want you to touch me down there again.” I'm starting to breath hard .

  “Down where? B specific.”

  “My pussy.” I groan and shove my face in my pillow.

  “You want me to stick my finger in your tight hole or stroke your clit?” A throbbing has started, and I reach down and rub myself through my panties. That feels good. I pull them off and moan as my finger slides through my moisture.

  “I am waiting?” He sends. Shit.

  “Both.” I rub my nub with my finger. It feels so good.

  “Are you touching yourself?” How does he always know what I am doing and what I'm thinking. I slide a finger inside me like he did last night. It's not as good as when he does it, but it still makes my toes curl.

  “Yes.” I don't want to lie. I thrust my finger several times before my phone starts ringing.

  “Hello.” I answer breathlessly.

  “Holy fuck, you really are touching your self.” I hear his zipper, and I imagine him pulling his hard cock out. I moan as I thrust on to my hand again and again.

  “Fuck, you could make me cum just listening to you moan. Are you rubbing your clit or is your finger inside you?” I picture him stroking his cock as I thrust again.

  “Inside.” Is all I can get out and it's more of a whimper.

  “Oh yeah baby. I am stroking my cock and picturing it sliding into you. Would you like that? My cock in you?” I am so close.

  “Yes.. yes .. I would.” I pump my finger faster. It makes a wet sound with every movement.

  “Oh shit. Is that your sopping wet pussy I hear?” Hearing him talk like this makes me moan.

  “Yes.”

  “I am close baby. I want you to cum with me. Slide another finger into that tight pussy. Let me hear it.” I do as he says.

  “Now stroke your clit with your thumb at the same time.” I do as he says. I rotate my hips and the wet sound gets louder as I start to peak.

  “Oh god, I hear how wet you are. I'm cumming.” He shouts my name and that's it for me. I detonate. I shove my face into my pillow and scream. Wave after wave of pleasure power through me and all I can do is grind myself into my hand and pant.

  “Fuck, princess. I have had two of the best orgasms I've ever had and I haven't even been inside you, yet. A lot of emphasis on the word yet. It is going to be so good with us. You feel it too, don't you?” I nod and then realize he can't see me.

  “Yes, I feel it too.” More so than he may know. I have been in love with him for so long. He growls softly.

  “I wish you were here.” He says.

  “Me too.”

  “I have to go clean up. I will see you tomorrow. Remember text me when you are ready to be picked up.” He pauses.

  “And princess. Don't make me wait long.” He hangs up. I pull off my dress and bra and just climb into bed naked. I fall asleep almost instantly imagining Aaron's arms around me.

  The morning comes quickly. I wake, energized. I fear speaking to my dad, but no matter what, I am moving in with Aaron today. I smile as I pull on my robe. I grab a change of clothes and head to the shower.

  When I am clean and dressed I head down to the kitchen. My dad is there with a cup of coffee and the newspaper.

  “Hey dad, Do you have time to talk.” He looks up at me and smiles.”

  “Sure. I want to talk to you anyway. Let's go to my office.” Darn. My step mom has obviously talked to him. I follow him to his office. He shuts the door behind us. He flops down in his chair. He looks tired, but there is something different about him.

  “What's going on dad?” My news can wait a minute.

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sp; “I don't know how to tell you this. I might as well just spit it out. I am leaving your step mother.” I am speechless for a moment and then I smile. Crap, I try to stop it, but I can't. Not cool Sarah. I tell myself.

  “You don't seem very upset.” He frowns. Crap.

  “I'm sorry dad. I feel bad that you're suffering, but you have to know how horrible they are to me?” His frown deepens.

  “I thought you loved them. Mary is always talking about how much fun you two and April have.” This actually makes me laugh out loud.

  “She lied. Sorry dad. They are liars then. I tried to get along with them. I promise.” I feel bad now. I did try, but after a while I gave up. Perhaps I should have tried harder for my dad. What am I saying they are horrible people. This is what Jenna meant when she says I am too kind.

  “I would have left long ago had I thought you were unhappy. I thought you needed a mother so I stayed. I know I have not been around much. Mary is not easy to be around.” I laugh again.

  “She has never been easy to be around.” He smiles and it is the first genuine smile I have seen since I was a child. He really has been miserable. I thought him indifferent. This day couldn't get any better.

  “I found a small house on the other side of town. You will love it.” I groan inside, thinking about what I have to tell him.

  “Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I am already moving out. I met someone, and he's great. Remember Jenna? He's her older brother. He is a good man, and he wants me to live with him.” Sweat breaks out on my upper lip.

  “How long have you two been dating?” Damn, I knew he would ask that.

  “Not long, but we've loved each other for years.” I swallow. Here it comes.

  “Is this so you can escape this place? You no longer have to worry about that. The movers are already on their way and will be here any minute. We won't have to be here any longer than is absolutely necessary.” His jaw clenches slightly.

  “No, it really is because I love him, and I'm sure that he loves me too. It does sound sweeter, the thought of leaving this house, but it's really to be with him.” Tears well up in his eyes and mine seem to answer in kind.

  “I haven't been the best father, and I was hoping to make it up to you.” My tears spill over as I rush around his desk and throw my arms around him.

  “We can still make time for one another. How about we have a meal together at least once a week. No matter what else is going on, and you're always welcome to drop by and see me.” I tell him as I weep softly on his shoulder.

  “I want to meet this young man. When are you leaving?”

  “As soon as I can pack.” I wipe away my tears and move back a step.

  “When he comes to pick me up I will invite him in to talk to you.” He smiles at this.

  “Perfect. Now let's go grab breakfast, after I get the movers started on this room.” He walks over to the safe and starts pulling stuff out of it and putting it in a box. He is serious. It finally hits me. This is the best day ever.

  “Let me grab my phone and purse, I'll meet you in the car. I kiss his cheek and head out just as the movers walk in and start packing. Wow. Just, well, Wow.

  I get my stuff and step outside. I breathe in a deep breath. Life is beautiful. Not much time passes before dad comes out. He hands me a small box and places the larger one in the trunk. The stuff from the safe. I have always been curious of what he keeps in there.

  “This was your great grandmothers jewelry. Mary wanted it but it was, and has always been meant for you. That is why it has always been in the safe. The stuff in the trunk is mostly important papers and money that I put aside for when this day happened. Let's just say Mary could wipe out our accounts and I would have ten times the amount in my trunk.” He laughs loudly and carefree. His laugh is contagious, and I can't help but join in.

  I have a great time at breakfast with my dad. We decide Tuesday nights will be designated for our father-daughter dinners.

  When we get back, I pack my room as quickly as I can. I can hear Mary screaming at my father in another room, and his compels me to work even faster. I really don't want to leave him alone, dealing with this, yet I can't get involved. It would be far worse if I do. I finish up just a little after noon. I send Aaron a text.

  “I am ready.” I smile, and picture how happy he will be.

  “Hell yeah, on my way.” I can't help it. I jump up and down and squeal like a little girl. I look around my room one last time, not due to nostalgia, but to make sure I have everything. I will not miss this place. It has been a place of torment and broken dreams.

  The doorbell rings. I forgot to let Aaron know my dad wants to meet him. I run to the door just as my dad opens it.

  “I'm here for Sarah.” Aaron says politely.

  “You must be Aaron. Please come in.” My dad steps back and Aaron steps into the room. Our eyes meet and I am lost in his eyes. This man does some crazy things to my insides just by walking into the room. My heart starts racing, my palms start sweating and my stomach flutters as though there are a million butterflies in it. My dad laughs and slaps Aaron on the back.

  “Well I can obviously see her feelings are returned. I was skeptical about this arrangement, but seeing how you look at her, well I believe I can step back now. Know this though, if you hurt my baby girl, I will hunt you down.” Aaron nods that he understands.

  “I wouldn't expect anything less.” They shake hands. Tears roll down my cheeks. These are my two favorite people, and they seem to genuinely like each other.

  “You're going to let the tramp leave, and with a man much older than her?” Mary just had to chime in, and try to ruin this moment.

  “I would be careful who you call tramp.” Aaron says.

  “Oh spare me. I know you gave him the pictures.” Pictures? What is she talking about. I look at Aaron for clarification.

  “What pictures?” Dad asks. Mary stops short and pales considerably.

  “What's going on?” I ask Aaron. He glares at Mary.

  “When Jenna told me how you were treated by your step mother and step sister, I had them fully investigated. Let's just say I have photos of her in compromising positions.” My mouth drops open.

  “Positions that could be construed as infidelity?” Dad asks Aaron. Aaron nods.

  “More than just construed. It is downright blatant.” Aaron says, concern filtering through his voice as he looks at my father. Mary is still standing in the same spot, with a look of shock, fear, and anger on her face.

  “Well it looks like I won't be paying you alimony after all.” My dad is beaming as Mary just stands and glares.

  “I would like copies of these pictures to submit to my attorney. You have saved me thousands of dollars a month that I was going to have to pay that woman. Thank you.” They shake hands again. Mary screeches and leaves the room.

  “Come on you two. I'll help you load up Sarah's things before I leave.” They make small talk as they move about my room grabbing boxes and suitcases. I love that they get along. It makes things so much easier.

  Thank goodness Aaron was able to borrow Talon's truck. We would have never gotten everything in his tiny car. By the time we're finished loading all of my stuff into the truck, the moving van is already finished with dad's things. Those men move fast.

  “Aren't you taking any furniture dad?” I ask as we hug.

  “I already bought all new furniture, and had it put in the new place weeks ago.” How long has he been planning this? Why am I just hearing about it today? I am about to say something when the front door is thrown open and Mary is standing there with a gun in her hands. Several things happen at once. I find myself flying through the air as I hear the loud report of the gunshot. I am floating above the ground, and then I'm being set down slowly. It takes me a moment to wrap my head around what is happening and then it hits me and I run to my father. Who is laying on the lawn with a splash of blood across his face.

  I scream as I fall to my knees n
ext to him. I grab his hand as I hear Aaron on the phone. I look over at my step mom, she looks like she is being restrained by something invisible. Aaron pulls off his tie and ties her hands together.

  “Aaron.” I yell. I can care less what happens to that woman. My dad, on the other hand is bleeding. Aaron rushes over and helps me sit my dad up so we can remove his shirt.

  “Go inside and grab a towel and any medical supplies you have.” Aaron tells me. I run into the house not sparing a glance at Mary. I hope she rots in hell.

  Chapter 7. Aaron

  “It's through the shoulder. Nothing serious, though it probably hurts like hell.” I tell my soon to be father in law. I am not looking forward to the questions they both will inevitably have. I risked a lot in helping but what else could I do, that is my woman and her father means a lot to her.

  “I am not going to have you explain how my daughter ended up out of the way and how my w... that woman ended up restrained. I'm just thankful you are here.” I nod, and I continue to look over his wound.

  “I will have some explaining to do with both of you. I'm not dangerous, I can assure you of that.”

  “I never thought you were. You saved my daughter.” I swallow the lump in my throat. So this is where my princess learned to be so wonderful. I hear sirens coming as soon as Sarah steps out of the house with supplies. She kneels beside me.

  “I'm fine honey. It's my shoulder. It's not life threatening.” She is shaking and pale. Shit. The paramedics make their way over to us and start working on David. I pull Sarah into my arms.

  “Everything is okay, princess. Your dad's tough.” I tell her as I stroke her hair away from her face. She nods her head. They load David into the ambulance. I can tell she really wants to go with him.

  “Go ahead, go with your dad, baby. I'll meet you there.” I kiss her softly on the lips. She climbs in with her dad and clasps his hand. I wait until the police are done loading the bitch into the squad car. She is screaming a bunch of nonsense or at least that's what the officers think. Unfortunately it's all true. I tell the officers that if they need us that they can find us at the hospital.