VII: Sins At The Table

MY STEPSON’S HARD DRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES, EPISODE 7: SINS AT THE TABLE

Kaleb rolled his thumb over my sensitive bud while his hips slammed forward. I kept my eyelids glued shut, biting back the loud, sinful cries fighting to escape. He grabbed my breast with one hand, matching my movements as we collided in the dark. He moved like a man possessed, completely free of care, utterly certain I was dead to the world—or ready to welcome whatever wrath awaited if I woke up.

He started talking dirty, whispering the exact filth I loved from his tapes.

“Fuck, mama, you’re so piping hot and needy. I know my old man doesn't hit it like this.” Kaleb ground his hips down, drilling into me with punishing perfection. My mind spun, goosebumps erupting all over my heated skin.

“I saw you by the car today, riding the old bastard. How many little blue pills does he need to keep you happy?” Kaleb teased, letting out a dark, wicked laugh.

Not enough, I answered in my own head. I bit my lower lip hard as his face hovered inches from mine.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, sweat dripping from his brow straight onto my lips.

“You pulled out all the stops when you found my tapes, didn't you? You dirty little whore,” Kaleb groaned. He slowed his pumping and bit down hard on my neck. The sudden jolt of pain stole a gasp right from my mouth.

Whether my terrible acting still fooled him or he was simply too drunk on lust to care, Kaleb refused to hold back.

“I hate you, Sasha, but God, I love this pussy. Why do you have to feel so damn good?” Kaleb muttered, sounding utterly wrecked, while I laughed silently inside.

“This is what you get for trying to play my mother.”

I never tried to be your mother.

“And for stealing my tapes. You take from me, I take from you. Fair trade.”

I stole those tapes from Hogan for you, you fool.

Even while this boy was driving my soul straight to heaven, he was still an infuriating kid full of reckless energy, much too young to hold a real woman's heart for long.

Too fast, too intense. But right now, his body served my every desire.

He grunted low and rough, fighting to stay hard as he pounded into me.

“I’m going to watch you over and over after this. Congratulations, mama, you're the star of my collection now,” Kaleb sneered playfully.

Every alarm bell in my head screamed, but Kaleb was surging toward his second peak and I knew it wouldn't be his last.

He pulled out at the last second, spending his hot, heavy seed all over my stomach. The warmth pooled against my skin, and with my eyes shut tight, I could feel every drop.

He wasn't done with me yet. He flipped me onto my stomach, sending a brief spike of panic through me as I remembered the camera. He shoved the pillows underneath my lower waist again, elevating me for a harsher angle.

He gave my bare ass a stinging smack before driving back inside without a single warning.

Kaleb alternated between rough slaps against my flesh and brutal, deep thrusts from behind.

He pinned my head to the mattress, slightly restricting my airflow as his pace turned wild and aggressive, finishing this round against my backside while I froze in a mixture of thrill and anxiety.

When he finally pulled away, he dragged his exhausted body off the bed, stumbling around the room for a moment before slipping out into the hallway, muttering something about how he couldn't wait to edit the footage.

WHAT WAS I GOING TO DO?

I had wanted him to take me, yes, but not to record it. I felt like an idiot. The boy recorded everything; why on earth did I think our encounter would be any different?

I considered telling Hogan, but my husband’s pride was a dangerous thing.

Kaleb would be punished, sure, but Hogan would destroy me right along with him. I thought about confronting Kaleb, but I was supposed to be fast asleep.

I stayed trapped in that bed all day until dinner time. Too exhausted to cook, I ordered takeout and sat alone at the grand dining table.

Kaleb joined me shortly after. He pulled out his phone, sliding it across the table to show me a short clip from earlier today.

What terrified me most was the angle. Seeing it now, my heart plummeted straight into my stomach.

The camera had captured the exact moment I opened my eyes, caught me smiling, caught me biting my lower lip.

“I’ve always hated you, and that hasn't changed, but I have to hand it to you, you're a damn good actress. You know where to find me if you want to star in a sequel. Until then, my dad won't hear a word, and this clip stays strictly between us.”

I glared at the phone, desperately wanting to smash it to pieces, knowing the digital ghost would still exist. My nostrils flared as I locked eyes with Kaleb.

And for the first time, I wondered if I could actually trust him to keep my secret. I wondered if I dared ask for a copy of my own. And God help me, I wondered why he looked so damn dangerously attractive across the table.

I wanted to slap him just as badly as I wanted to drag him back to bed, realizing with a shiver that food was the last thing either of us was hungry for.

My sins had legs, and they were catching up to me fast.