Two: Night

Lisa's pov

I froze right there in the hallway after Erin whispered those filthy words into my ear. My whole body shook and I could not move for a second. My pussy clenched hard and more wetness soaked my panties until they felt sticky against my skin.

My nipples stayed so hard they hurt and my breath came out fast like I had been running. I wanted to slap him but at the same time I wanted to pull him closer and let him do everything he just threatened.

I turned around fast and whispered to myself, "What the hell is wrong with you, Lisa? He is married to Mom now. You cannot want him like this."

My voice sounded shaky even to my own ears. I hurried up the stairs before anyone could see how red my face looked. When I reached my old bedroom I shut the door and leaned against it.

My legs felt weak so I walked to the bed and lay down on my back. I closed my eyes tight but the second I did the memory hit me like a wave. It pulled me straight back to that night six years ago and I could not stop it.

I was twenty two and I had gone to the club alone after a long week at work. The music pounded loud and the lights flashed across the dance floor. I moved my hips to the beat when I felt someone watching me.

I looked up and there he was at the bar. Erin. Tall and broad with those gray eyes locked on me like I was the only woman in the room. My stomach flipped and heat rushed between my legs right away.

He walked straight through the crowd and stopped in front of me. He did not smile at first. He just put his big hands on my hips and pulled me close so our bodies touched.

His voice came low against my ear. "Dance with me, beautiful. I have been watching you and I want to feel you move."

I looked up at him and said, "I do not usually dance with strangers."

He pressed his hard cock against my stomach and whispered, "We will not be strangers for long. I can already tell how wet you are for me. Let me take you somewhere private."

My breath caught and I asked, "How do you know I am wet?"

He laughed soft and dirty. "Because your nipples are hard and you keep pressing your thighs together. Tell me your name."

I told him, "Lisa. And you?"

"Erin," he whispered huskily. "Now come with me, Lisa. I need to taste you."

We left the club without another word. In the taxi his hand slid up my thigh under my short dress. He rubbed my clit through my soaked panties and asked, "You like that, baby? You want my fingers inside you already?"

I moaned, my head dropping back, "Yes. Please do not stop."

He pushed my panties aside and slipped two thick fingers into my pussy. "So tight and so fucking wet for a stranger. This pussy is going to feel perfect around my cock."

By the time we got to his penthouse I was shaking. He kicked the door shut and pushed me against the wall. "Take off your dress," he ordered. "I want to see everything."

I pulled the dress over my head and stood there in just my panties. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive. "Fuck, you are perfect. Now get on your knees and show me how much you want this."

I dropped down and opened his pants. His cock sprang out thick and hard. I took him into my mouth and sucked deep. He groaned and put his hand in my hair. "That is it, baby. Suck it good. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

A minute later, he pulled me up and carried me to the bed. He spread my legs wide and ripped my panties off. "Look at this pretty pussy dripping for me. I am going to fuck you until you scream my name."

He licked me first, his tongue pushing inside while his fingers rubbed my clit. I grabbed his hair and cried out, "Oh god, Erin, that feels so good. Do not stop."

He looked up at me, his eyes were dark, "Tell me you want my cock now."

I begged, "I want your cock. Please fuck me, Erin."

He climbed up and pushed the head of his thick cock against my entrance. "You are mine tonight, Lisa. Say it."

"I am yours tonight," I gasped.

He thrust all the way in and groaned. "So tight. So perfect. This pussy was made for me."

He fucked me hard with long deep strokes. Every time he hit that spot inside me I moaned louder. He asked, "You like it rough, baby? You like me owning this pussy?"

"Yes," I cried. "Harder. Please."

He flipped me onto my hands and knees and slammed back inside from behind. His balls slapped against me and he reached around to rub my clit. "Come for me, Lisa. Come all over my cock like a good girl."

I came hard and screamed his name. He kept going until he filled me with his hot cum and growled, "This pussy belongs to me now. No one else gets it."

We did it two more times that night. Each time he talked dirty and made me say I was his. By morning I was sore and happy and sure I had found the one. But then he disappeared and left me broken.

Back in my bedroom the memory ended and I opened my eyes. My hand was between my legs without me realizing it and my panties were soaked again.

I pulled my hand away fast and whispered to myself, "Stop it. He is your stepfather now."

But the ache would not go away. The words from the hallway echoed in my head and mixed with everything he had whispered that night. I sat up and tried to push the thoughts away but my body still burned for him. I knew I had to stay away yet every part of me wanted to walk downstairs and let him ruin me all over again.

Just then I heard a soft knock on my door. My heart jumped because I knew exactly who it was. The handle turned slowly and Erin stepped inside without waiting for me to answer. He closed the door behind him and looked at me with those gray eyes full of the same hunger from six years ago.

He walked closer and said in that low rough voice, "You ran away too fast downstairs, little lawyer. But we both know you are not going anywhere until I remind you who this pussy really belongs to.”