Mystery Man

WILLIAM

“F-fuck yes—” 

My moans echoed through the sex room as skin slapped against skin harshly. I was drowning in the heat of the pleasure that threatened to envelope me and fuck my soul, I didn't want to leave. Ever.

“You want this.” He growled to my ear and I nodded immediately, his hand gripping my chin upward so that my back was arched against him. “You fucking love it when I pound into your ass from behind like this. Say you love it.”

“I— fuck me—” My voice kept breaking as I tried to mutter a coherent word. “I love it—”

A spank against my ass that had me moaning out in pleasure resonated through me and he tsked in displeasure.

“You love it, what?”

“I love it, Sir!” I exclaimed as his left arm wrapped around my waist, his dick drilling my hole like it was made perfectly for it. His middle finger slid into my mouth and I sucked on it like an actual whore, moaning in pleasure as I stroked my cock.

“You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Your hole is tightening so much…” He grunted, and I whimpered, not wanting to cum so soon, but I couldn't hold it in.

“Yes… I'm gonna cum…”

My eyes groggily opened and I let out a disappointed sigh when I saw that I was back in my room and not in the sex room.

Three weeks. Three weeks had passed since that mysterious man had rocked my world and my ass, and I couldn't move on. I dreamed of him every night, jerked off in the shower, and in my bed thinking of him. Ever since that night, he never showed up again. And I lost interest in fucking anyone since then.

I was always unsatisfied after a sexual session. But this man didn't let me go until I actually passed out in his arms. And he did pay a huge amount like the Mistress had told me.

I had what I finally wanted. Enough money to leave my abusive house. But I stayed back. I went to the club every night with hopes that I would see him again. But weeks passed and I never saw him again.

I saw his face that night. He had told me my eyes were what pulled me to him, so it would be a shame to hide them. He was brutally handsome. Hazel eyes that seemed to hide a lot of secrets, his nose was so perfect, and his lips? When he kissed me, I lost all my senses.

His jawline was so sharp that it sliced my heart, making me want him more than I wanted. He was muscular, and heaven knew I could bury my face in his chest and just die there.

I was painfully hard again and it was all because of “mystery man”. I slipped my hand into my underwear and just then, the door to my room opened, jolting me up immediately as I withdrew my hand from my cock.

“Mom…” I muttered, sitting up and she glanced at me with disgust before pushing the window open.

“Look decent, we have an important guest coming in a while.” She muttered plainly and I spoke before I could stop myself.

“Who?” 

Shit. I bit my tongue immediately, and she glanced at me with a look of displeasure that had my hair rising in panic.

“Your new dad. He's my fiancé. Be respectful.” She replied.

“What?” I asked before I could stop myself and that seemed to snap the little patience she had as she stormed to me in anger.

“Would you like me to lock you up in the basement instead? You seem to miss mommy's friends, don't you?” She spat in anger as she grabbed my ears and I winced in pain.

“I'm sorry…” I whispered and she scoffed in annoyance before storming out of the room.

I was twenty-one. Yet she controlled me like I was an actual kid. She used my past trauma against me and I was always so helpless against her.

My family was very complicated. My mom died when she gave birth to me, then my dad remarried my stepmom who was now my mom. Then he died when I turned twenty. Car accident. Very brutal.

And now, my stepmom was about to marry another man who would be my new father. It seemed like it was finally time to leave. Mystery man wasn't coming back.

After freshening up like there was a ticking bomb in my room, I made my way downstairs where I heard my stepmom’s laughter. It creeped me out because I was used to her awful, sadistic behavior.

“Ahh, there he is, my stepson.” I heard her say sweetly as I made my way to her, and I kept my gaze on the floor as she had always taught me. 

“Michael, this is William. William, say hi to Michael, your new father and my soon-to-be husband.” 

I raised my head, ready to greet whoever could bear my stepmom's sadistic behavior but when my eyes met his, I stiffened in shock.

Mystery man was right in front of me. The man who had fucked me so hard that I limped for days, who changed my sexuality with just one night, the one who plagued me every night.

He was standing in front of me. And he looked like he didn't recognize me at all.

“Say hi, you piece of shit.” My stepmom whispered harshly to me and I jolted out of my daze as I stared at his extended hand toward me.

“Nice to meet you… William. I'm Michael.” He muttered and the pit of my stomach flipped as his deep voice resonated through me.

How could my one-night stand be my stepfather?

“Nice to meet you too, Michael. I'm Will… William.” I responded, hoping to see an iota of recognition in his gaze but he simply smiled at me, making my heart sink.

How could he not remember me? He told me my blue eyes stood out that night. 

“I was just discussing with your mother how I wanted you both to move to my apartment today. We'll get married after all and you should live with your father as a complete family.” He explained, and I almost scoffed, but I knew the consequences of doing that.

Family, my foot. 

“That's lovely,” I muttered plainly but he didn't mind my response as he continued enthusiastically.

“Also, you can work at my company from now on, that's if you don't have any organization you're committed to. Is that okay?”

He knew who I was, he was messing with me. Was this why he summoned me specifically that night? To mess with me like this?

“I would love to,” I muttered, a little too harshly but mother didn't notice as she walked away, muttering about how she would start packing immediately and how Michael was Godsent.

“Come with me,” I whispered harshly and grabbed his hand, dragging him with me to my room and he didn't put up a struggle until I slammed the door shut.

“Family? Did you do this on purpose? To mess with me?” I asked, utterly disappointed and he raised a brow at me in confusion.

“I'm sorry, what are you talking about?”