MY STEPSON’S HARDDRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES

MY STEPSON’S HARDDRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES, EPISODE 1: MAKE IT UP TO ME

SASHA

I lit candles this evening, as the night drew its blanket of darkness over the sky. Our room smelled like sweet romance. It reminded me of our honeymoon, a one-week getaway to all the most spectacular countries. On that list was Paris, Amsterdam, Dubai, Vegas.

Enough about the past, tonight Hogan, my husband, was coming to bed.

I had his attention tonight, which is a lot to ask of a multi-trillionaire who is always working or catching flights.

My friends used to ask me why I married a man twenty times my age. I pointed to the black credit card he had given me after the proposal. It had no limits, and I could use it anywhere in the world to get anything I wanted. I also did not want kids, so staying with a younger man would have been suicide.

Hogan is fine with not having kids. He already had a son to take his empire. My friends also asked me if I would not want to have a child for Hogan so my kid could inherit his properties. I simply laughed and told them there was no reason to be that greedy.

I was not here to steal what Hogan had. I was here to enjoy my fair share of it and keep him happy, and he knew that. He adored me so much.

I had purchased new lingerie for this occasion. He was traveling tomorrow, and this would be our last night together. I checked my reflection in the mirror. Sequin blue was a color that brought out my skin. I pushed the robe aside and did a small twirl.

Giggling, I climbed into bed. The bathroom door opened, and Hogan walked out with a towel around his waist. I sat up.

I slid my finger against my oiled legs. "Finally. I thought you were going to spend eternity in there," I teased, and Hogan smiled.

He looked his age, with sparse facial hair. His beard was streaks of salt and pepper, and his head was bald and shiny. He smiled with soft lips, but his eyes were the biggest part of his face, always watching, always blinking.

"Eternity can only be spent with you," Hogan said, discarding his towel. He was not hard yet, but he was not completely soft either. At fifty, some men needed a bit more motivation.

I climbed out of bed, reaching for the glass on the bedside table and his pill. "Momma wants all of you tonight," I said as I handed it to him.

His smile widened, showing all his teeth.

"Fuck!"

We heard Kaleb’s scream before something smacked against the wall. Hogan’s and my gaze averted for a minute. "Is that boy..."

"I think he is on a call with his friends, just leave him be." I placed a calming hand over Hogan’s chest. It did not do the trick.

The rivalry between father and son ran deep. I am sure Kaleb hated me. I stayed out of his way and tried to get his father to do the same, but Hogan is as stubborn as his son, if not more. He pushed past my hand, offering me the glass of water instead.

"Not in my house,” Hogan barked.

"Just this once, my love. He will be out in a couple of minutes. Going to fight with him will only worsen things."

Hogan grabbed his towel off the bed. "Who says I am going to fight with him? I am taking what is mine," Hogan said and marched out like a man on a mission.

It did not take long to hear the two men go at it. Kaleb was the loudest, daring his dad to take what is his. Hogan barked orders at the boy, and I heard a sharp slap. That is when I decided to call it a night. I blew the candles out, took one of my sleeping pills, and crawled into bed. The last thing I remembered was Hogan saying, "The hard drives. All of them." He was seizing his son’s drives.

***

"Sweetie… sweetie," the gruff voice stirred me awake.

I rubbed my eyes, only to be welcomed by a rush of light. I squinted. Hogan was sitting on the bed, already fully dressed. I remembered last night: the fight, the candles, the pill, and why I had fallen asleep. I wanted to get mad, but Hogan spoke fast.

I am sorry about last night," Hogan said. "Please forgive me?" he asked in a sweet voice.

I pushed myself up to sit and rubbed my eyes. "Are you leaving now?"

He nodded. "Kaleb’s drives are in my safe box. Try to keep him away from this room, and he won’t get to it."

I nodded. "I will miss you," I said, which was true, but not overwhelmingly so. He knew how to fill the spaces he could not fill with his presence, and I was looking forward to what new gift he would get me.

We said our goodbyes, and he left. I was just getting out of bed when I saw a message from him telling me to meet him in the back seat of his car. I threw a bigger robe over my sexy nightwear and went to meet him. Hogan pulled me in, rolled up the tinted windows, and began kissing me without asking any questions. He directed my hand to his crotch and, in a raspy voice, said, "I owe you from last night."

I kissed him back fiercely, getting on top of him in a flash. I moaned against him as my hips ground into his crotch. He was as hard as a rock, and I unfastened his belt and his pants—with his help, of course.

"Are you going to take my apology now?" Hogan asked as I stroked his thick length beneath myself. Instead of replying, I slid my wet slit over his tip, and his eyes rolled back for a microsecond. A ragged groan leaked from his lips.

"I forgave you already," I whispered. "What you should be worried about is Kaleb coming to find us here," I teased him with my words and my dripping core, fresh from a long, sweet sleep.

"If he comes, I will pluck his eyes out," Hogan growled as his fingers dug into my back from top to bottom, sliding down to cup my bare ass where he violently grabbed me and slammed me down onto his shaft. "Kaleb can't see what's mine."

He groaned and I cried out, forced to take him deeply even when I wasn’t ready. I opened my eyes to see Hogan smiling devilishly at me. "How do you like that?"

"Hmm, I love how you adore me, but I don't want to come between you and your son."

"You are not coming between anybody," Hogan said as I traced my fingernails down his back. "And I don't see him coming between us right now."

I bounced on him, and he leaned back, closing his eyes. I arched my body against his, kissing and devouring his skin. I bit his neck, his arm, his chest, his nipples, all the while riding him toward total oblivion.

Hogan grabbed me tight as I brought him to the edge. I wished he could last forever; I wanted more of this, but I could tell it was ending soon by how heavy his grunts grew and how his legs shook underneath me.

I looked up at the last second to see Kaleb standing by the front door. I did not stop riding his dad. If anything, I increased my pace and my force, making the car bounce like it was on a suspension. I suddenly realized that I wanted Kaleb to see me. I wanted him to see what I did to his father, why his father loved me so much, and that I could command his powerful father just as easily.