Chapter Ten: Secret rules

Bronte’s POV

The drive back from meeting Jake left me shaken.

He had begged me to tell him what was going on. He said I looked scared.

He said he still loved me, for a moment, sitting on that park bench, I almost broke.

I almost told him everything, that I was fucking my stepfather, that I couldn’t stop, that the danger turned me on more than anything ever had.

But I didn’t.

I lied. I told him I was just stressed about school and the new marriage. He didn’t believe me, but he let me go.

Now, as I stepped back into the house, the weight of my double life pressed down on me harder than ever.

Rufus was waiting, he was sitting on the couch in the living room, legs spread, looking every inch the man who owned me. The second I closed the door, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Come here,” he said.

I walked over slowly. He pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. His hands immediately slid under my sundress, gripping my bare ass.

“Did you shut him down?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.

“I tried,” I whispered. “He’s worried about me.”

Rufus’s grip tightened. “He should be.” He leaned in and bit my neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark.

“From now on, there are rules.” I shivered as he spoke against my skin.

“Rule one. You don’t meet him alone again. Ever.”

“Rule two. When I text you, you answer immediately.”

“Rule three. You don’t wear panties in this house unless I tell you to.”

His fingers dipped between my legs, finding me wet again.

“Rule four,” he continued, pushing two fingers inside me, “you never forget who this belongs to.” He curled his fingers, making me gasp. “Say it.”

“This pussy belongs to you, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He didn’t fuck me right away. Instead, he spent the next twenty minutes putting me on his lap fingering me, rubbing my clit, bringing me close to orgasm and then stopping.

By the time he finally lifted me and sank me down onto his thick cock, I was a desperate, whimpering mess.

He fucked me hard on the couch, one hand around my throat, the other slapping my ass with every thrust. I came twice before he finally filled me again.

Afterward, he kept me on his lap, his cock still buried inside me as he stroked my back.

“These rules keep you safe,” he murmured. “They keep us safe. Understand?”

I nodded, too exhausted and satisfied to argue.

The next few days fell into a dangerous new rhythm.

Every morning, Rufus fucked me in the kitchen before Mom woke up.

At night, he’d sneak into my room and use me until I was sobbing with pleasure. During the day, while Mom was home, we stole risky moments.

A quick blowjob in the laundry room while she was on a work call, his hand between my legs under the dinner table, fucking me against the wall in the hallway when she stepped out to get the mail.

The danger made it addictive but the guilt was eating me alive.

On Thursday afternoon, while Rufus was at a meeting and Mom was out of town for the day, I locked myself in my room and called the one person I trusted.

Chloe picked up on the second ring.

“Baby girl! I haven’t heard from you in forever. What the hell?”

Her familiar, bubbly voice almost made me cry.

“I know… I’m sorry. Things have been… insane.”

“Insane how?” Chloe’s tone shifted. She could always tell when something was wrong. “Is this about Jake? Or the new stepdad?”

I swallowed hard.

“Both,” I whispered. “Chloe… I think I’m in trouble.”

“Talk to me. What kind of trouble?”

I couldn’t tell her everything. Not yet. But I needed to let some of it out before I exploded.

“I… I slept with someone I shouldn’t have. Someone off limits. And I can’t stop. I know it’s wrong but it feels so fucking good and I’m scared I’m losing control.”

Chloe went quiet for a long second.

“Bronte… is this about your stepdad?”

My silence was answer enough.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Are you serious right now?”

“I know how it sounds,” I said quickly, voice cracking.

“But you don’t understand. The way he touches me… the way he controls me… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Chloe let out a long breath. “Okay. Okay, breathe.

Are you safe? Is he hurting you?”

“No. Not like that.” I closed my eyes. “But I think I’m addicted, Chlo and Jake keeps texting me. He knows something’s wrong. I don’t know what to do.”

“Jesus Christ, Bronte,” she said softly. “This is next-level fucked up. You need to be careful. Like… really careful. If your mom finds out”

“I know.”

We talked for almost an hour. Chloe didn’t judge me. She was worried, but she also listened, she told me I could call her anytime, day or night.

When I hung up, I felt a little lighter.

Because as soon as I stepped out of my room, Rufus was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked quietly.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Chloe,” I answered honestly. “My best friend.”

He stepped closer, backing me against the wall. His hand came up to cup my jaw.

“You telling her about us?”

“Only a little,” I whispered. “I needed to talk to someone.”

Rufus studied my face for a long moment. Then he leaned in and kissed me slow and deep.

“As long as she doesn’t become a problem,” he murmured against my lips.

His hand slid under my dress again. “Now get on your knees. I want that pretty mouth before your mother gets home.”