Suddenly the yacht crashed into a wave. The jolt pitched Trent out of his seat and down to the deck of the yacht. He fell on his back, and I landed right on top of him. My boobs bouncing everywhere as I crashed on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. I was too stunned to move. Trent chuckled once, and I laughed too, until I realized the way he was greedily eyeing my rack. Amid the jostling my breasts were threatening to spill out of my bikini top. If Trent wanted, one tug would free my tits and Trent could see whatever he wanted. The fantasy sent a funny tingling feeling between my legs.
That’s when I noticed the unmistakable bulge pressing against my crotch. Trent’s manhood was standing at attention and growing firmer by the second.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” I giggled.
Trent chuckled. He was not embarrassed in the least by his erection. “Get off me, you little brat,” he said.
“No, I think I like it here just fine,” I said, even as I felt his hands grabbing me.
Trent’s fingers sank into the softness of my hips as he prepared to lift me up. I was trying to play it cool, but the truth was I was a bundle of nerves. My crotch was pulsing with desire. I was overcome by a need to rub my crotch against his hardness, to make myself feel good. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. His hands were still holding me tightly, but he made no move to push me away. I touched Trent’s chest, my fingers trailing up and down his pecs, and I lowered my mouth to his.
My lips brushed against his, my my tongue wetting his lips. Trent did not return my kiss. He lay there motionless for a moment. Then his mouth parted slightly to accept my kiss. His lips nuzzled mine as his tongue dipped into my mouth. Trent’s hands groped my ass, and my mound was grinding into the firmness of Trent’s crotch. My pussy was dripping wet and begging for more. I wanted to feel my stepfather’s cock inside me.
Trent nibbled my lip, then my earlobe. I moaned as he kissed my neck, sucking the skin. With one hand still groping the fullness of my ass, his other hand found my breasts and freed them from the bikini. They spilled out. Trent took my breasts in his hands and massaged them, teasing my hard little nipples as I purred with pleasure.
He was getting rougher, groping and squeezing my breasts until they almost hurt. I gasped when he pinched my nipples and was caught off guard when he rolled me onto my back, his weight on top of me. My stepfather grabbed my wrists and held my hands together behind my head. I tried to wiggle loose but Trent was holding me too tightly. I felt a sudden panic at the thought of being trapped by him, of being pinned to the deck, powerless to resist such a strong man. My heart was racing from fear and arousal. One hundred percent of my body was ready to submit to him, to be dominated by Trent, to be ravaged by his rock-hard cock.
His fingernails were digging into my wrists. His other hand grasped me by the neck, squeezing brutally as he pressed his mouth against mine. His lips trailed away, kissing my face, my throat.
When he sank his teeth into my neck, I screamed.
At the sound of my scream, it’s like something inside of Trent snapped. He was immediately shaking his head as if awakened from a trance, his brow furrowed with worry and concern.
“Oh god,” he kept muttering. “What am I doing.”
Trent pulled himself off me and slumped against the deck rail, breathing heavily and not looking at me. Blue water was all around us. I could see the rocky shoreline in the distance.
“We can’t do this, Ava,” he said. “You’re my stepdaughter. I love you. But there are things about me that you don’t know—things that you can never know.”
“Like whatever happens in your bedroom every night?”
Trent’s expression darkened. “I told you not to talk about that,” he said.
“You told me not to go in your room,” I snapped. “You never said we couldn’t talk about it.”
“Well, I’m telling you right now. This conversation is over.”
I started to protest, but the look on Trent’s face told me that I proceeded at my own peril. My stepfather turned the yacht back to the marina, and we didn’t speak for the rest of the trip home.
V.
That night I lay in bed unable to sleep and feeling so confused. Trent and I had shared a moment that was real. We had something special, but his secret had driven a wedge between us. This secret of his seemed to fill him with shame, to make him think he wasn’t worthy of me. Whatever was going on with Trent, I didn’t care. I had fallen hard for my stepfather, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
Somehow I just knew that Trent felt the same way about me. His kisses had told me as much. If only I could prove my devotion, prove that I wasn’t going to be scared away by some quirk of his, then he would understand it was okay to let down his guard a bit.
I got out of bed, building my courage to confront him. I would go into his supposedly off-limits bedroom and let him know I wasn’t going to be scared off so easily.
I crept down the darkened hallway, not making a sound, as I made my way to Trent’s bedroom. The brass doorknob turned easily, and I slid the door open and silently entered the shadowy room. Unable to see, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A faint glimmer of moonlight was cast through a high window, landing across Trent’s bed.
I heard another door creek open. It wasn’t the bedroom door. Then I saw the silhouette of Trent’s naked body, his blue eyes shining.
“What are you doing here,” he said.
“I love you, Trent,” I said. “I know you love me too. Don’t run away from your feelings.”
“You have no idea about my feelings,” he muttered.
“That’s not true!” I replied, cautiously stepping toward him. “I felt your passion today on the yacht. I felt your desire. The way you looked at me, the way you touched me, I want more. I need more, Trent.”
By now I was inches away from him. I touched his bare chest, my fingers trailing over those firm muscles and running through the patch of chest hair that had turned me on so profoundly. Trent’s hands were shaking and his body was trembling as he tried to suppress his forbidden desire. I felt his cock pushing against my tummy. Thinking about the things that cock could do to me, I felt wetness gathering between my legs.
Finally Trent spoke. “Ava, I want you so badly,” he said. “I want to make you mine. But I fear I won’t be able to control myself. I won’t be satisfied until I break you in half. I would hurt you, can’t you see that? I would destroy you. And I could never do that to my own daughter.”
“STEP-daughter,” I corrected, wrapping my fingers around his meaty cock. I stroked him, feeling him grow even more in my hands. All the talk about breaking and destroying me had the opposite of Trent’s intended effect. It made me want him even more. I wanted nothing more than to put that enormous dick in my mouth, to be dominated by it, and then fucked hard for the first time.
Trent’s eyes shut as he groaned with pleasure. “Ava,” he said, his voice ragged and anguished. “There’s no turning back from this. If you don’t leave—if you don’t stop right now—I can’t promise what will happen next.”
That made me grin mischievously. “Prove it to me,” I said as my fingers clamped down hard on his manhood.
He was too thick, and I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around him. The thought of such a big cock stretching me open filled me with anticipation. By now I was dripping wet, my cunt aching to be stuffed by my own stepfather.
Wild passion flashed in Trent’s eyes. He growled like an animal. “You’re a naughty little girl,” he said.
“I’ve been very naughty,” I replied. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Take this, you little brat!”
Trent seized me by my waist and threw me over his knee. Blood was rushing to my head, and my long hair was dangling to the floor. Trent pulled up my nightie and yanked down my panties, exposing my round little ass to the night air. He squeezed my bare cheeks in his rough hands, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. The next thing I knew,
I felt Trent’s open palm smacking me. I gasped at the delicious pain radiating from the red mark on my skin. Just when the pain began to dull his hand came down hard on my other cheek and I gasped again. I didn’t want to admit how much I liked it, but I did. As he spanked me again, I felt the fingers of his other hand. He was exploring my mound, teasing apart my slit, my own wetness making his fingers slick as he pushed inside me. He greedily explored my cunt, pushing deeper with two fingers as his thumb found the pulsating nub of my clit.
A moan of pleasure escaped my lips. “Just like that, Daddy.”
Trent spanked me again, harder than before. “Who said you could talk?” Then he smacked me again. The force pushed my mound more firmly against his hand, driving his fingers deeper inside me. The mix of pain and pleasure was nearly unbearable. My breath was ragged and shallow as the pleasure built inside me, radiating from my ass and cunt throughout my body. I could feel the orgasm coming on, gaining strength in my fingers and toes and welling up in my pussy, twitching and pulsating and ready to explode.
“Not yet,” Trent said. “You’ll come when I tell you to come.”
He was my master, and my body followed his orders. He lay me on the bed, more gently than I was expecting, and bound my wrists together. Then he tied them to a metal hook above the bed. Now I truly was powerless, completely dependent on Trent. My panties were still down around my ankles. Trent took my nightie in his hands, fondling the fabric, then ripped it off in one savage tear, revealing my naked body. A devilish grin spread across Trent’s lips as he drank in my curves.
“You are mine,” he said.
Then he stood up and left.
VI.
He has me right where he wants me.
Lying in the dark, on the silky sheets of his bed, I felt the coarse fibers of the knotted rope digging into my wrists. My hands were bound, my fingers clasped together. I felt like a sinner begging for mercy, ready and willing to submit to my fate.
In the shadows I could see the fullness of my breasts. They heaved and fell with every shallow breath that passed between my lips. Mingled feelings of fear and arousal surged through my body, my nipples so tight they almost hurt, pointing toward the mirror on the ceiling. In a million years, I never would have thought my first time would be like this.
This is what you wanted. You asked for this.
The door opened. A sliver of light widened across my naked body. As my eyes adjust to the glare, I saw Trent’s chiseled form standing in the doorway. I saw his wide shoulders and a broad chest, those delicious abs tapering downward to his narrow hips and muscular thighs.
I would recognize that body anywhere. His body. Trent, my stepfather.
“Daddy?” I called out to the darkness. I had only been tied up for a minute or two, but it felt like much longer in his absence. Now he was back, and I had no idea what was about to happen.
Trent strode forcefully across the room and sat down beside my naked figure. He gently caressed me, his fingers running up and down the smooth porcelain skin. He clamped something hard and metallic around my nipple, and I bit my lip to stifle a yelp. Nothing had prepared me for my stepfather’s savagery.
With an amused look on his face, Trent swept my hair out of my face and tucked a strand behind my ear. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
I grimaced and nodded my head.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head no. Trent had given me an out, but I had not accepted it. My split-second decision shocked me, but I was in so deep I had to see this through. I wanted to know how far Trent would go—and the truth was, I liked it. My pussy was aching for Trent’s cock.
“Good girl,” my stepfather said.
Trent tousled my hair. The action seemed playful, almost fatherly.
“Daddy?” I asked.
“Yes, Ava?”
“This is my first time. Please be gentle with me.”
Trent sneered as his hands knotted into a fist around my pony tail. He yanked my hair, pulling my head back. Then he flipped me onto my hands and knees and pushed me down till my face was being driven into his pillow. It smelled like Trent, an intoxicating aroma of sandalwood and man. My hands were still tied up, and my bare ass was presented to Trent as he ran the tip of his cock up and down the delicate lips of my pussy, coating his dick with my wetness.
Trent’s cock parted my slick folds as he pushed against my entrance. I was too small, too tight.
“It won’t fit,” I said.
“Oh, it will fit,” Trent said, a devilish gleam in his eye. “Don’t you worry about that, little girl. I’ll make it fit.”
Trent pushed harder. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he plunged inside of me, dominating me, forcing me to give in to his demanding cock. The pain was nearly unbearable. I had no idea my tight little pussy could be stretched so much. Tears were welling in my eyes as my stepfather’s dick probed farther, deeper. He was slow but unstopping. Almost immediately, my head was spinning and I couldn’t think of anything else.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Trent muttered.
Using slow and rhythmic strokes Trent plunged in and out, in and out of my throbbing pussy. The pain lessened and began to mingle with other feelings that I had never experienced in my life. I had no idea what it would feel like to be completely filled by the man I loved. I could feel every contour of his cock, from the head to the veins, against the walls of my pussy.
Trent increased his pace, and I moaned every time he pushed deeper and farther, harder and harder, my body accepting every inch of him. My heart was pumping and my body was shaking, my ass grinding against Trent’s crotch. I felt like I was about to explode.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, Daddy, this is better than I ever dreamed. Oh, Daddy, I think I’m going to come.”
“Then come, god dammit,” Trent growled, spanking my chafed red ass as his cock pounded into me. He smacked me again, and I screamed as the orgasm washed over me. Waves of pleasure flooded my pussy and ricocheted through my body. My walls were pulsing and tightening against Trent’s shaft as he brutalized me. A ragged growl escaped Trent’s lips and he slammed so deeply inside of me I gasped with surprise.
I felt the explosion of hot white seed spurting from his dick and painting my insides. He thrust again, and more of the hot wet come filled me to the brim. Trent let his cock linger inside of me for a moment longer. His cock was the only thing keeping my body from collapsing onto the bed. I felt limp and used up. My pussy was aching, but in a good way. I had never felt more satisfied in my life. A smile spread across my lips as Trent untied my wrists and fell to my side. He was breathing heavily and grinning with contentment.
I could feel my man’s seed inside my pussy. Some of it trickled out and ran down my leg. I scooped up some on my finger and licked my finger clean. Trent’s eyes widened.
“Damn,” he said. “My little girl has a naughty streak. I think I’m in love.”
Trent’s expression turned serious as he cradled me in his strong, sweaty arms.
“I guess I should come clean,” he said after a long pause. “The truth is, I fell for you the day you showed up here. I could scarcely believe my own eyes. You had changed so much in the past two years, you were like a completely different person—truly an adult woman and not the little girl I had left behind. I tried to push aside my feelings, to quash them, because I thought it was wrong to want you so much. I was afraid of what I might do if I lost control. I … I have not always treated my lovers with respect. But you deserve all my respect and more. I love you, Ava. I love you so much.”
By now, my eyes were welling with tears of joy. Trent wiped the tears away from my cheeks, and he lips found mine. His kiss was tender this time, soft and sensuous, as he gently dipped his tongue into mine. My mind was swirling with excitement. Trent loved me, and I loved him. We made love again, and then I fell asleep in his arms.
VII.
The next morning Trent dropped to one knee and proposed to me. There was no way I
could say no to him. He purchased a small Caribbean island to serve as the site of our wedding. It was the most magical place I had ever seen, all white sand and coconut trees and crystal blue water the color of Trent’s eyes.
My mom had been furious when I told her we were engaged, and she even slammed the phone on me. But she came around in time to join us in Trent’s private jet for the flight to Martinique, followed by an hour-long helicopter ride to the sandy atoll that Trent christened Ava Island.
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