Locked Down With Stepdaddy

“Why is my bedroom showing on your screen? Why the heck is my bathroom fucking showing here?”

My voice came out loud and shaky at the same time. I was still pointing at the monitors like the evidence might disappear if I stopped.

Mark just stood there, looking at me. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even flinch. He looked at me the way someone looks when they’ve already decided the conversation is going somewhere else.

“Why?” he muttered, taking one slow step closer.

I backed up without thinking.

He kept coming.

“Scared that I might have seen you coming so hard, moaning my name?”

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

He took another step.

“Scared that I might have seen those round t!ts and that plump ass?”

The words hit me like a slap. He said them so casually, so shamelessly, while walking closer until my back finally hit the wall.

There was nowhere else to go.

I stood there completely dumbfounded. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.

He was right. He was so fucking right, and he knew it.

Every secret I thought I had been keeping was suddenly out in the open between us.

I tried to find something to say. Anything. A denial. An excuse.

Nothing came.

Mark’s eyes stayed on mine.

Then his hand lifted slowly and settled around the side of my neck. The touch was light, but it sent a rush of heat straight down my spine. His thumb brushed once against my skin.

“You’ve been watching me too,” he said quietly. “Haven’t you?”

I swallowed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.”

His hand drifted lower, trailing down the front of my top. His fingers circled one of my nipples through the fabric, slow and deliberate.

“I saw the way you looked at me in the hallway this morning. The same way you look when you’re alone in your room with your hand between your legs.”

“Stop.”

“Why? We’re past pretending now.”

His fingers kept moving, teasing the other nipple until it hardened under his touch.

I hated how fast my body responded. I hated that I didn’t push his hand away.

“Mark…”

My voice came out weaker than I wanted.

“Hmm?”

“Mum called. She said she’s been trying your number. She needs you to call her back urgently.”

I said it like it might break the moment, like it might remind him who we were and what we were supposed to be doing.

He didn’t even glance at the phone in his pocket. He kept looking straight into my eyes while his hand stayed on my chest.

“That can wait.”

The words were too calm.

His other hand came up and rested against the wall beside my head, caging me in without fully touching me.

The heat from his body was impossible to ignore. I could smell the soap on his skin. I could feel the same tension that had been building for days finally cracking open between us.

“You’ve been recording me,” I managed, trying to keep some kind of fight in my voice.

“And you’ve been watching those recordings,” he answered. “Over and over. Moaning my name while you touch yourself. Don’t act shocked that I returned the favor.”

I had no comeback for that.

His thumb brushed my nipple again, slower this time.

“Tell me to stop.”

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

The screens behind him kept glowing with the live feeds of my empty bedroom and bathroom, the evidence of everything still right there.

And all I could do was stand against the wall with his hand on me and my pulse racing out of control.

“But I only started a few months ago,” I said, my voice low and tight. “When the fuck did you start this?”

Mark’s fingers kept moving slowly over my nipple through the top, like he had all the time in the world.

“Few months after the marriage,” he answered. “Wanted to see how my cute stepdaughter looks when she thinks she’s alone.”

I stared at him.

The urge to slap him across the face was so strong my palm actually twitched, but my body wouldn’t cooperate.

I just stood there against the wall, taking it.

I shook my head, feeling completely exposed.

He had beaten me at my own game, and he knew it.

“You’re actually sick.”

“Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe. This is fucked up.”

“You’ve been recording me in the shower for months, Benita. Let’s not pretend you’re innocent here.”

“That’s different.”

“How is it different?”

“It just is.”

“Because you started it?”

“Yes.”

He gave a short, humorless laugh.

“Doesn’t matter who started it. You’ve been watching me stroke my c0ck and moaning my name while you come. I saw the videos on your phone too, by the way.”

My stomach dropped so hard I felt dizzy.

“You went through my phone?”

“You left it unlocked more than once. Wasn’t hard.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah.”

I tried to push his hand away from my chest. He barely moved.

“You’re done looking now, right?” I asked. “I can leave.”

“Not yet.”

“Mark, I’m serious. Let me go.”

“No.”

“You can’t just keep me in here.”

“I can do whatever I want right now. No one’s coming.”

“My mum is waiting for your call.”

“She can wait a little longer.”

The calm way he said it made my pulse race even faster.

I tried to step past him toward the door. His hand shot out and closed around my wrist, pulling me back hard.

In one smooth movement, he turned me to face the wall and pressed himself against me from behind. The thick shape of his c0ck dug into my ass through his clothes.

“Not yet,” he said against my ear.

“Get off me.”

“No.”

“Mark—”

He didn’t let me finish.

He grabbed the hem of my top and dragged it up, pulling it over my head and off completely. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest.

“What the fuck, Mark!”

“Quiet.”

“I don’t have a bra on—”

“I know. I’ve seen them before, remember? On the camera. But it’s different seeing them like this.”

He turned me around so my back hit the wall again. His eyes went straight to my bare chest and stayed there for a long moment.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Why? They’re perfect. I’ve thought about putting my mouth on them more times than I should admit.”

“This is so wrong.”

“God. They’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered.

His hand came up and trailed slowly down the line between them, fingers warm against my skin.

“You’ve been touching yourself to videos of me for months. Don’t start preaching now.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to just strip me.”

“I’m going to teach you how to get fucked properly.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Maybe. But you’re still standing here.”

His hand came up and trailed slowly down the line between my breasts, warm and deliberate.

I could feel my own breathing getting shallower.

“Mark… what are you...”

He leaned down and closed his mouth around my left n!pple.

“Ohh… my—”