Stepdaddy Savage

by Charleigh Rose

  His hand drifts from my hair, down my arm, to the dip in my hip.

  “What’s wrong?” he rasps.

  “I need…something”

  His other hand lands on my thigh and dances up toward where I need him the most. God, please, right there.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “I need…” I can’t get the words out; all I know is that I need him not to stop.

  Finally, his fingers slide through my lips and start rubbing delicious circles on my clit. That first touch sends a jolt through me, and I can already feel myself becoming wetter.

  “More…” I buck my hips into his hand wanting more…wanting everything.

  “Shh, daddy knows what you need, Baby Dolly.”

  My pussy clenches at his words and he feels it because he smirks down at me and says,

  “You like that? You like being in your daddy’s bed? I knew you were a dirty little girl.”

  “Yes…” It’s so wrong, and I should be disgusted, but fuck if the sinfulness and fuckedupness doesn’t make me want it more.

  “Yes, what?” He pauses and looks at me with a stern expression. Oh my god, he wants me to say it. I rock my hips in an attempt to get him to touch me again, but he doesn’t budge.

  “Yes…daddy. Please, daddy. I need it.”

  I’m begging, but I’m past caring.

  “I’ll rub your pussy, baby, but I’m not fucking you tonight.” He continues his assault on my clit and I’m out of my mind. I’ve never been touched like this. His fingers trail down to my entrance and I suck in a loud breath. He looks at me quizzically, before asking,

  “Have you ever done this, Dolly?” I don’t want him to stop. But I also don’t want to lie to him.

  I bite my lip and look at him through my eyelashes.

  “N-no. I’m… a virgin.”

  His eyes darken and his hand leaves my body. For a second I’m afraid he’s angry, but then he slides down my body, and before I know what’s happening, his tongue takes a long slow swipe up my slit. He grabs a hold of my knees, spreading my legs and pushing them backwards.

  “I was going to finger fuck you, but now that I know you’re a virgin? The first thing inside you will be my cock. I’ll just have to eat this pussy instead.”

  No arguments here.

  He eats me like I’m his last fucking meal and I can see my arousal on his face glistening back at me.

  “So fucking wet,” he muses when he comes up for air before sucking my clit between his lips.

  “Oh my god, yes!”

  He uses his whole forearm to keep my legs back, while he sucks on the thumb of his other hand before bringing it down to my back entrance. I jolt in surprise but he holds me still. Then he’s sucking again, and teasing my ass without pushing inside me. My legs start to shake. I can’t hold out much longer.

  “I need to come so bad. Please daddy, make me come!” He doesn’t need to ask; this time I say it on my own. Because I like it.

  Graham flattens his tongue and presses it to my clit and he pushes his thumb inside my asshole. My whole body tenses up and I fucking combust.

  “That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Come for daddy.”

  He works me down from my orgasm and my body goes from tightly coiled to complete jelly. I could stay in this state-in this spot-forever.

  Graham kisses his way up my stomach before kissing my forehead, and pulling me into him. I expect him to want something in return, but he seems content simply to lay here, cradling me.

  “What about you?” I ask breathlessly, still trying to get my heartrate back to normal.

  “Sleep, baby.”

  I nuzzle into his warmth, and like a good little girl, I obey.

  I wake up to fingers playing between my legs. My eyes haven’t even opened yet, unlike my legs. I spread them wider and feel and hear myself growing wetter and hotter, soft moans escaping my mouth as Graham lightly traces invisible patterns up and down my slit. He is lying right in front of me, his forest-green eyes locking on mine the minute I look at him. He doesn’t give me enough pressure to get off; just enough to tease me.

  “Mmm, more,” I groggily beg while stretching my arms out above my head.

  “Are you telling me what to do, Little Dolly?” His tone is teasing and light with just a hint of warning. Not what I’m used to from this mercurial step-dad of mine. Feeling frisky, I decide to play along.

  “Of course not, daddy. I wouldn’t want a spanking.” I pull my lower lip between my teeth and bat my eyelashes like the innocent lamb that I’m not.

  I’m attempting to be silly, but his eyes darken with lust. I’m not the only fucked-up one. He likes it, too. Is that the only reason we both want this? Because it’s twisted and forbidden? Am I only looking to fill the void that my real father left? Oh my God, talk about daddy issues. I can’t be that girl.

  No. That’s not it at all. Not for me, anyway. I’ve never felt this way for anyone.

  “Careful, Dolly, or I’ll have to fuck this tight pussy right now.” My step-dad snakes his way up my body, and settles in between my legs, his thick cock pressing right against my clit. His boxer briefs are back on and I wish more than anything that there was nothing between us.

  I tilt my hips upward, rubbing myself up and down his length.

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” I ask with a shy smile. I should be scared to give up my virginity, especially to my step-dad, and especially to that giant trouser snake. I’m nervous, but I’m not afraid. Somehow, giving it to someone, who’s actually done things for me because they care—nice things, like paying for my textbooks, buying me a Mini Cooper when I turned sixteen and remembering when my birthday is—sounds a lot nicer than doing it with just another high school jock, who is going to forget about me the moment he goes to college.

  His hands brace above my head, and he squeezes his eyes shut with a tortured groan. For whatever reason, Graham doesn’t seem to let go and give me what I want. What we both want.

  “We can’t. God, I want to. But we can’t. Not yet.”

  He says we can’t, but the fact that he rocks against me, grinding shamelessly and making my spine tingle says otherwise.

  “Please. Make me feel good. I need to feel it again.”

  He lowers his head and his low deep laughter vibrates against my skin.

  “I’ve created a monster,” he murmurs into my mouth before his lips crash on mine and he forces his tongue into my mouth, digging deeper, more aggressively with each passing moment. I’m drunk with lust and my hips are chasing his erection everywhere, even though he is trying to dodge my sex.

  “Maybe…” my tongue traces his lower lip and I stare at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

  More like definitely. Now that I know how he can make me feel, I never want to leave this bed.

  “I’m not going to fuck you, but I’ll give you what you need, baby…but see, I’m a businessman. When I give something, I want something back. Can you pay me back, Little Dolly?”

  I’d agree to anything. I’d agree to listen to Nickleback right now, that’s how desperate I am, so long as he doesn’t stop.

  “A fair trade is a fair trade,” I pant, probably too eagerly, but I give zero fucks. I’m expecting him to ask me for another blow job, and feel a little deflated after he opens his mouth and tells me in a dry tone, “I have to work from home today, and I need you to pick something up for me.”

  I nod frantically and that’s all the confirmation he needs. His left hand comes down to circle my pink nipple while he simultaneously sucks on my collarbone and bucks against me.

  “I can feel you soaking my cock through my boxers, baby. Imagine how wet you’ll be when I finally slide into this virgin cunt.”

  God, his words. My body burns for him. Only him. Always him, if I’m so lucky. His weight on top of me should make me feel trapped, but I love it. I’ll gladly be his captive.

  With each flex of his hips, my breathing becomes more and more labored. We are dry humping
like teenagers but it doesn’t feel like anything I’ve done before. He actually fucks me through the thin fabric between us. And oh, God, it’s like he’s reading my mind.

  “If you’re on fire for me now…” he says, and I roll my eyes back and feel my muscles tensing, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Then wait till I fuck your brains out. You’ll motherfucking burn, baby.”

  “Oh, I’m so close…” I whimper, and his hard, swollen cock is quarter-deep inside me, even through his boxers. And it feels good, despite the slight burn of something thick invading my sex.

  “That’s it, pretty girl. Come on daddy’s dick.” He grinds into me one last time and I see stars. I never understood that saying, but I literally squeeze my eyes so tight and come so hard that I see actual stars. The release comes in wave after wave, and I wonder if I’m experiencing multiple orgasms, and if I am, how the hell am I going to feel when he’s finally inside me?

  Graham shudders and jerks, and I look up at him, eyebrows scrunched in question.

  “You just made me come in my pants like a fucking high school kid.” His voice is low and serious and he’s got that facial expression he sometimes uses when Julio or our housekeeper, Nina, piss him off.

  I can’t help it, I throw my head back and laugh and he smirks and shakes his head.

  “There’s a first time for everything, I guess. Huh, Little Dolly?”

  After a quick shower, I throw on some cut off jean shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I’m towel-drying my hair when I walk into Graham’s office downstairs. I’ve never cared much about his whereabouts before, on the contrary, I loved that he was out of the house and not here to distract me, but now I find myself thankful for the fact that he has the option to work from home. I just want to be near him even if we aren’t in the same room. He’s on the phone and doesn’t notice me right away, so I take advantage of the opportunity to watch him in his element. He’s such a fucking boss. He exudes power. His eyebrows knit in concentration and his expression is hard as he listens, seeming impatient, to whatever the person on the other end of the call has to say. He’s wearing a white, crisp dress shirt, unbuttoned, and smart black dress pants, his usual uniform.

  Whoever he is speaking to, he ain’t happy.

  “Do you want this in fucking sign language? I said I need it.”

  There’s a beat of silence. He’s rubbing his palm against his forehead and I’m not sure if he’s listening to the other person on the line or simply trying not to explode into pieces of pure rage.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you need to do, make it happen.”

  He ends the call without another word and I giggle with my hip cocked, leaning against the door frame. Finally, he looks up and notices me. When he does, his hard expression doesn’t change, and damn if it doesn’t make him even hotter.

  “Something funny?”

  I saunter over to him, and he rolls his chair back from his desk, making room for me to straddle his lap, so that’s exactly what I do. Park my ass on his muscular thigh and wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at his tousled black locks. Short and soft, and cut in a way that leaves no room for doubt that this man is hot, rich and wants people to know it.

  “Just seeing you get flustered while trying to handle people. You’re not much of a people person, you know that?”

  His hands come around to squeeze and knead my ass.

  “I handle you just fine,” he says close to my ear before sucking my earlobe between his teeth. True dat. I fight the urge to squirm in his lap and get to the reason why I’m in here.

  “So, what did you need me to pick up? I hope it’s not a body. They look heavy on TV shows.” I try and joke, but truly, I’m a little hesitant about this. My stepfather has some ties with the mafia. I’m not sure how deep they run or how illegal his businesses are, but I know that he’s a bad man. Graham’s hands come back to settle on my hips, and his expression turns from ruthless to serious.

  “I’m having the house rekeyed. I need you to pick up the locks.”

  “What? Why are you changing the locks? Are we in some kind of danger?” As I said, Graham Savage is into some shady shit, but I never ask about what he does for a living. And he never rekeyed the house before.

  “No, kiddo. I’d never let that happen. But, your mom and I… it’s time to end the charade.”

  My eyes flare along with my nostrils and I start to panic. She hasn’t even been gone two days, and I’d already forgotten that she would be an issue. He’s kicking her out?! What did I think we were going to do, all three of us live happily ever after under the same roof? I know she’s a deadbeat mom, but she’s my deadbeat mother, and one of the three people I have in this world, Graham included. I’m already shaking my head in protest. This can’t happen. Not yet. She will find a way to ruin this. And no matter how much I dream about having a life of my own, I can’t let it go down like this. She won’t be winning any mother of the year awards any time soon, but she’s still my mom.

  Graham grabs my cheeks with his huge warm palms and brings my face to his, running the tip of his nose against mine.

  “Look at me, Doll. I know this is fast for you, but we both know what she’s doing right now and who she’s doing it with. She can stay in the pool house for now, and that is only as a courtesy to you, so don’t push me. God knows she spends the majority of the time in there, anyway. I have a condo lined up for her to move into at the beginning of next month, and then she can do whatever the fuck she wants. We’re telling your mom about us when she comes home and I don’t want her to have access to the house after she finds out. I’m not taking chances with your safety.”

  Whoa, this is a lot to process. Up until now I didn’t even know what to think about my relationship with Graham. Or my new relationship with him, to be exact. Sure, it felt like a lot more than a fling, and it didn’t make much sense that he’d risk so many things just to nail his stepdaughter, but…this seems serious. The fact that he has already planned all this out tells me that he’s been thinking about it for quite a while. My stomach flips when it finally hits me that this is real. I’m falling for my step-dad and this feels a lot like commitment.

  “Graham, this is ridiculous, she’s my mom.”

  “Dolly baby, she’s the same woman who sent you to score some dope when you were fifteen years old behind my back. This kind of shit is the reason I stepped in.”

  “She loves me in her own way,” I protest, clearing my throat, but I know that this is useless.

  “Then she sure has a unique way of fucking showing it because I know you’ve begged her for some downtime together this month and she gave zero shits the second Julio told her he was available to fuck off with her.”

  “Still….” I flatten my lips, looking away from him so he doesn’t see my eyes glistening with unshed tears. “She won’t take this lying down. What if she tries to screw this up, Graham? If she can’t have you, no one can. Especially not her own daughter.”

  His eyes spark with determination.

  “Let her try. I fucking dare her.”

  My mom is not a threat but there’s no telling how she will react to the news. Hell hath no fury like an Annabelle scorned. Part of me is glad Graham is taking the lead on this one. I don’t want to be the one to tell her, especially not on my own.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down, and give a little nod.

  “Promise me you’ll take care of her.”

  “I promise, she’ll get a nice condo and she can move in with Julio. She’s wanted to do that for a while and I’ve already applied for my citizenship here, no point of keeping this charade going.”

  “Okay.” I let out an exaggerated sigh.

  “Good girl.” He kisses my temple softly and I shiver, feeling at home under his touch. Then he reaches around me to scribble something down on a notepad at his desk.

  “Here’s the address for my guy. He knows you’re coming. Go straight there then come straight home,” he demand
s, and then gives my ass a slap as I walk away.

  I look at him over my shoulder, giving him my best innocent little girl face.

  “Yes, daddy.”

  He sent me to the fucking Bronx.

  I was too light-headed from his touch when he scribbled down the address, but once I slam the door to my hot-red Mini Cooper and look up the address on my GPS app, my heart soars and drops at the same time.

  The fucking Bronx, dude? For real?

  This guy who’s been doing his locks better be the best in New York otherwise I don’t really see the point.

  Nevertheless, I drive all the way to NYC, cursing myself for agreeing to do this the whole way there. I spend the time thinking about what we’re about to do. Telling my mom about us. How is she going to take it? I come to the depressing conclusion I don’t know her well enough to have the slightest clue. I’m thinking back to my childhood, to even recent years, trying to pinpoint a touching moment, or just a time when I did something nice with her. Goddammit, I’m even searching my mind for one, single happy memory. But there’s none.

  I do remember the day she coaxed me into going to school sick with fever and a bad case of a stomach bug, because Graham was staying at home that day and she thought it was a good time. I was fifteen at the time, and I’d agreed, because she’d bullshitted me into believing Graham would take us on a Hawaiian vacation if they were together. She sold me the big happy family dream and I ate it up.

  But three hours into my school day, my teacher called my parents up and told them I’ve been throwing up and had an outrageously high fever; 103 degrees, I think.

  Graham had rushed in, he was the first person to barge into the nurse’s office, my mom following after him sheepishly.

  “Why the fuck did you go to school today, Dahlia?” His voice was low and raspy, and Gina the nurse almost tipped back in awe when she heard him cursing like a drunk sailor.

  I had looked between him and my mom, who stood behind his back. Mom shook her head, her eyes shut. I had to cover her ass.

  “Ah…” I had looked around me, stalling, looking for a good excuse. “I had an important exam I didn’t want to miss.”