Caught By Step-Daddy 2

I leave the door open like he told me to. My ass is still on fire. Every time I shift on the bed the sheets drag over the hot skin and make me suck in a breath. I can still feel the thick stretch of his fingers and the way he made me come while he was spanking me. My cunt is slippery and swollen. I press my face into the pillow and try not to think about it.

I fail.

My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks.

I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned.

Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

“I told you not to touch yourself.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Sydney.” He closes the door behind him and turns the lock. The click is soft and final. “On your feet. Clothes off. All of them.”

My hands shake while I strip. Shirt, bra, the skirt and panties I pulled back on earlier. I drop everything on the floor. The cool air of the room hits my still-red ass and the wet mess between my thighs. Nathan walks a slow circle around me, looking me over like he’s inspecting something he already owns.

“Turn around. Bend over. Hands on the bed. Now”

I do it as interested. He steps in close behind me and runs one palm over the warm, tender skin of my ass, then lower, dragging two fingers through my folds. They come away glistening.

“Still soaked. You were in here rubbing this messy little cunt to the memory of your punishment, weren’t you?”

I stay quiet. He answers for me by pushing those two fingers straight inside. The stretch makes me gasp. He pumps them slow and deep, curling, listening to the wet sound.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I was touching myself thinking about it.”

He pulls his fingers out, wipes them on the back of my thigh, and points to the center of the bed.

“On your back. Legs open. Knees up.”

I climb on and settle the way he wants. He kneels between my spread thighs, puts a hand on each knee, and pushes them wider until the stretch pulls at my hips. Then he lowers his head and drags his tongue from my hole all the way up to my clit in one long, flat stroke. I jolt. He does it again, slower, tasting me, before he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard.

My back arches. A broken sound comes out of me. He doesn’t ease up. He eats me like he’s got all night—long licks, firm suction, the occasional graze of teeth that makes my thighs tremble. Two fingers push back inside and start thrusting in time with his mouth. I’m already so close it hurts.

“Nathan—fuck—”

He lifts his head just enough to speak, lips shiny. “You don’t come until I say. You hold it.”

He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth.

“Please, please let me—”

“Not yet.”

He stands, strips out of his shirt and pants without rushing, and kneels back between my legs. His cock looks even thicker than it felt in my mouth earlier, now it was heavier, flushed, a bead of wetness at the tip. He rubs the head up and down through my folds, coating himself, then notches it against my entrance.

“Look at me.”

I force my eyes up to his.

“Why am I about to fuck you, Sydney?”

“Because I brought someone into your house.”

“And?”

“And I let him touch me. And I got wet for him.”

“That’s right.” He pushes in.

The stretch is slow and intense. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt and my cunt is fluttering around the thick intrusion. He stays there for a second, letting me feel every inch, then starts thrusting, delivering deep, steady, deliberate strokes that rock me on the mattress.

One one hand plants beside my head. The other reaches down and rubs my clit in tight circles.

“You don’t get to come for some other man in my house,” he says, voice low and even while he fucks me. “You come for the punishment. You come on my cock because you broke the rules.”

I’m already falling apart. The dual sensation of being filled and rubbed at the same time is too much. He feels me tightening and slows down on purpose, dragging it out, making me feel every ridge and vein as he slides almost all the way out and then sinks back in.

“Please—Nathan, I can’t—”

“You can. You hold it until I say.”

He keeps the pace controlled for what feels like forever, watching my face the whole time. When tears start leaking from the corners of my eyes he finally gives the order.

“Come. Now. All over me.”

I break with a loud, broken cry. My cunt clamps down hard, pulsing in waves that make my whole body shake. He fucks me straight through it, never slowing, dragging the orgasm out until I’m whimpering and oversensitive. Then he pulls out, flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing, and shoves back in from behind.

The new angle is deeper. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise and starts pounding; real, punishing thrusts that slap skin on skin and make the headboard knock the wall.

One hand leaves my hip, gathers my hair, and pulls my head back so I’m forced to arch.

“This is what happens when you sneak some kid into my house,” he growls against my ear. “This is how you pay for it.”

I’m coming again before I can even stop myself, smaller and sharper, the kind that makes my thighs shake and my voice crack. He doesn’t stop. He keeps using me until the pleasure tips over into something almost too much, then plants himself deep and finishes with a low groan, flooding me in thick, hot pulses I can feel.

He stays buried for a long moment, breathing against the back of my neck, before he pulls out. Cum leaks out of me immediately and runs down my thighs onto the sheets. Nathan sits back on his heels and looks at the mess he made.

“Don’t clean that up,” he says. “You sleep with it and youu feel it tomorrow.”

He just stands and starts getting dressed like nothing happened. When he’s done he looks down at me still face-down on the bed, legs open, his cum seeping out of me.

“New rules. You don’t touch that cunt without my permission. You don’t leave the house without telling me where you’re going. And the next time you break a rule, Sydney, the punishment gets worse. Understand?”

I nod into the pillow, voice wrecked. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Nathan.”

He turns off the light on his way out but leaves the door open.

I stay exactly where he left me, ass still tender, cunt throbbing and full, the sheets growing sticky underneath me. Sleep doesn’t come easy.

Every time I close my eyes I feel him again—his hand, his mouth, the thick stretch of him finishing inside me.