PATSY POV:Taking a deep breath, I slowly move my hand down, down, down between my legs until I find it, the spot that gets me there. Only this time when I touch it, my body responds differently.The jolt of sensation is sharp, almost painful, and rocks me. My legs quiver and I have to brace myself against the wall. I hear a groan from Baron and open my eyes to see him stroking his slick cock up and down with a strong hand.“See, you can do it. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”I’m nothing more than a visual to him. His eyes are focused on me the same way as if he were watching a movie. I move my finger slowly, circling my clitoris, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. The contrast of feelings inside me is like rays of sunshine breaking through a terrible storm. Despite my humiliation, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.“That sweet, teenage body of yours has my cock throbbing, princess,” Baron groans, stepping closer. Isn’t this enough? Is he going to rape me now
PATSY POV:A guy steps out, not much older than me, wearing shorts and flip-flops and a big grin on his face. He spins his keys around his finger as he trots up to the front door and rings the bell. Instantly, my eyes are on my mom.She shrugs. “Hey, a girl has needs.”“Needs, Mom?” I exclaim. “You have a husband!”A husband who clearly has a sexual appetite.“Please, Patsy. Your father and I haven’t had sex in forever.”“Stepfather,” I corrected her. Wait, did she just say they haven’t had sex? How could that be possible? It’s clear that Baron has the sexual appetite of a baboon during mating season. How could he not be taking my mom, even if he’s on to the fact that she’s just using him for his money? “Will you let him in, honey?”“I’m not letting your side-piece booty call in, Mom.” Normally, I might be in the mood to just shut up and do it, but not today. Today I’m not taking any of her shit.“Geez, someone’s in a bitchy mood today.”Thanks, Mom. Way to be supportive.Grabbing my
PATSY POV:“Do your ears not work, Patsy?”Asshole. What is his problem? And how could I have lived with him this long and not known he was a complete psychopath?“Don’t worry. We’ll get you home and warm up. I already started a fire.”“No, that’s okay,” I snapped. “I’ll be fine.”“Oh, no you won’t,” he laughs. “You’ll end up needing me to bring you to the hospital, and I can’t have that.”There’s something obnoxiously charming about the way he’s speaking to me, almost like we’re an old couple and he knows my personality so well that he doesn’t even bother listening to what I say anymore.“You know what? I’m glad to hear you say that, princess. Because the best way to warm another human up is body heat. And I’ve got plenty of that.”“I’ll take the fire,” I reply, finally turning to face him. I expect to see him glaring back at me with anger. Instead, I see him smiling, a light of amusement in his eyes.“You really are a sassy little bitch, aren’t you? I guess that shouldn’t surprise m
PATSY POV:Maybe Baron is just extremely good with people, and that’s why he’s so successful. Maybe he was right about Harry, and he is just the lesser of two evils. That still doesn’t explain why he thought he could do what he did to me.But he was trying to teach me some kind of lesson. Not to prance around in front of him with skimpy clothes on? Or not to hang out with guys? Sure, maybe I was doing the first one on purpose to annoy him, but not to…” get his dick hard” as he said. And why can’t I hang out with a guy my own age who’s interested in me?God. I feel so emotionally manipulated. It’s like I’m standing on a tightrope over a stormy ocean and one wrong step will send me tumbling into the sea, never to be seen again.I climb into bed, take several deep breaths, and tell myself to forget about him. He may have owned my body, but I won’t let him own my mind. But try as I might, Baron invades my mind like a virus. Every thought is of him. Last night’s incident replays in my mind
PATSY POV:After I get over the shock of what just happened – finding a hidden cell phone in my drawer and an outfit in my closet, I grab a towel and head to the shower. I hate to admit it, but the mystery of Baron has gripped me, and I can’t shake it.What possible reason could he have for treating me this way and doing what he did to me? Sure, he says he was protecting me from Harry, but his version of “protection” is basically pulling me out of the frying pan and throwing me into the fire. I would have thought bringing me inside for a stern talking to and then maybe a make-up popsicle or some ice cream would have been the way to go, not forcing me to strip and jerking off on me.What could motivate him to do such a thing?Does he really just want me that badly? I know I’ve been wearing completely inappropriate things around the house, but as a grown man, shouldn’t he be able to ignore that? Look the other way? In two years he’ll be forty, for crying out loud! I guess maybe if he an
PATSY POV:“So, Patsy, would you like to drink something?” The two brothers take me away with them, I nod my head feeling thirsty and they hand me a glass of drink.I gulp it down immediately.“It’s good,” I tell them as I lick my lips feeling the sweetness all over my tongue.“You want more?” Sandro asks, his eyes shining like a star.“Oh, yeah.” I nod my head, these two brothers are so friendly. I feel so good to meet them first, instead of encountering Baron, I don’t need his company at all.Sandro and Marcus keep offering me drinks, and without caring any less I keep gulping them down, without bothering to ask for the name of the drink.After I am down with four glasses, at the fifth glass, I start to feel weird, it’s like my head starts to get heavy all of a sudden, and people around me are spinning wildly.“You’re spinning,” I say to Marcus and Sandro and they give each other a meaningful look.“Let’s take you inside to rest.” Sandro pulls me closer while Marcus keeps a hand on
PATSY POV:BEEP … BEEP …My head hurts, and the alarm was going off, waking me up from a deep sleep.I rub my sleepy eyes, where the hell am I?The last thing I remembered clearly was when Baron called me to that weird boobs-showing party of his and then…Then.. I met Marcus and Sandro… and then…Arghh…I keep thinking and there my mind clicks, Sandro and Marcus pushing me onto the bed and undressing me.F**kCuriously I look down at myself to see my bare body. Where are my clothes?Just when I am lost in trance, the door opens and Baron walks in, he is wearing a suit, and looking disheveled.“You’re awake…” He looks surprised at me.“Yes.” I shrug, what’s so new in waking up?“Next time… If you dare accept the drink from any stranger…” Just a moment he was in surprise and relief and then again his ferocious personality returned.In his words, I rolled my eyes showing my displeasure to him and in that instant, he turned into an animal. One moment, he was standing in front of me and th
PATSY POV:My God. I really do have a daddy kink; I just never acknowledged it. All this time…was my behavior…was I subconsciously seducing him? That would explain his anger when he found me with Harry.“I like it when you call me that.” He grins.“I—I like it too.”I like it, even more, when he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, spreading me open and readying my body for him.Like the other night, I’m engulfed with heat, and my legs begin quaking with anticipation. It’s so intense I can barely hold them open, but Baron takes care of that for me too; he grips my thighs with both hands and spreads my legs as wide as they will go.“You shave your fucking pussy,” he remarks, hunger in his voice. “Who do you do that for?”A wave of fresh anger in his eyes causes me to tense up again. “No—no one! You saw it the other night, Daddy!”“You weren’t shaving for Harry?”“No! No, I promise! I just—I just do it. All the girls do these days.”I watch his eyes as he processes my answe