Locked Down With Stepdaddy

The day dragged like it had a personal grudge against me.

I couldn’t go outside. I couldn’t go anywhere. The whole world was stuck on pause, and so was I.

I spent the morning bouncing between three places like a restless ghost: my room, the kitchen, and the living room. Big screen on, volume low, some random movie playing that I wasn’t really watching.

I made toast. Ate it standing up. Went back upstairs.

Came down again twenty minutes later for water. Sat on the couch. Got bored. Went back to my room.

Repeatedly.

By early afternoon, I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone with zero energy. The house felt too quiet without any distraction.

My mind kept trying to drift places I didn’t want it to go, so I opened my chat with Francis instead.

Me: I’m dying of boredom.

Francis: same. this lockdown is killing me

Me: what are you doing

Francis: lying in bed. hard. thinking about you

Me: you’re always hard

Francis: your fault. keep remembering that red lingerie

Me: you never even saw it

Francis: don’t need to. I can imagine. little bows and everything. I would’ve ripped those panties with my teeth

Me: dramatic

Francis: serious. I miss your body so fucking much

Me: I miss yours too

Francis: yeah? which part

Me: you know which part

Francis: say it

Me: your cock

Francis: that’s better. I keep stroking it thinking about you walking in wearing nothing but that set, door closes. I won’t even let you talk just bend you over

Me: then what

Francis: pull the panties to the side and slide in. you’re already wet for me. I start slow just to feel every inch then I fuck you properly

Me: how properly

Francis: deep, hard, hand in your hair, the way you like it when you get loud

Me: I don’t get that loud

Francis: liar. last time the neighbors probably heard you

Me: shut up

Francis: make me. or better yet come over here and sit on my face until I shut up

Me: I wish

Francis: me too. I’d eat you for hours. not even joking, tongue flat on your clit then two fingers inside while you’re grinding on my mouth

Me: fuck

Francis: you getting wet right now?

Me: maybe

Francis: good. touch yourself for me

Me: already am

Francis: that’s my girl. rub that clit slow. pretend it’s my tongue

Me: it feels good

Francis: tell me

Me: I’m circling it… slipping a finger inside

Francis: add another. fuck yourself like I would

Me: I am

Francis: wish I could see. wish I was there stretching you out with my cock instead of your fingers

Me: me too

Francis: when this shit ends I’m not letting you leave my room. three days minimum. you’ll only get up to eat and pee

Me: ambitious

Francis: try me. I’ll have you walking funny

Me: you always say that

Francis: and I always deliver. remember the weekend your roommate was gone?

Me: hard to forget

Francis: exactly. that was nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to you after this lockdown

Me: keep talking

Francis: I’m gonna make you ride me first. hands on my chest. bouncing until your thighs shake. then I’ll flip you over and take you from behind so I can watch your ass while I fuck you

Me: god

Francis: you close?

Me: getting there

Francis: come for me then. pretend it’s me filling you up

Me: okay…

Francis: that’s it. let me hear how wet you are when you finish

I kept my phone in one hand and my other hand busy between my legs under the waistband of my shorts.

The dirty messages kept coming, and I answered every one of them while I worked myself closer.

The house stayed quiet around me.

Just me and the screen and Francis’s words.

By the time I finally came with a quiet shudder, the chat was filled with enough filth to make my cheeks stay warm for a while afterward.

I dropped the phone on my chest and stared at the ceiling.

Still bored and alone in the house with nothing to do except wait for the next message.

My phone rang while I was still lying on the bed, scrolling aimlessly.

I almost ignored it until I saw the name.

Mum??

I sat up straight. She never called me. Not unless something was wrong.

I answered on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Benita.”

Her voice sounded tired and a little strained.

“Is Mark around?”

“I… don’t know. Why?”

“I’ve been calling his number for the past hour. He’s not picking up. Can you go find him and tell him to call me back? It’s important.”

I blinked.

“You’re calling me to find Mark?”

“Yes. Please just do it.”

“Okay. Fine.”

She hung up without saying goodbye.

wow!

I stared at the phone for a second, then got off the bed.

I walked out into the hallway and checked the usual places first.

“Mark?”

No answer.

I went downstairs.

Living room empty. Kitchen empty.

I even glanced out the back windows toward the small garden.

Still nothing.

I climbed back up and checked the guest room.

It was empty too

His bedroom door was open, but he wasn’t in there either. The attached bathroom was dark.

Where the hell was he?

Then I remembered the last room at the end of the hall.

The one he had turned into his personal workspace a few months after moving in. He kept it locked most of the time. I had tried the handle more than once out of curiosity, and it never budged.

I walked toward it now, still expecting it to be locked.

I knocked once.

“Mark?”

No response.

I knocked again, harder.

Still nothing.

I tried the handle on impulse.

It turned, surprisingly.

The door opened.

The room was dark except for the glow of two large screens on the desk.

I stepped inside slowly, confused, and then my brain caught up with what I was seeing.

One screen showed my bedroom in clear detail. The angle was from the upper corner near the ceiling.

I could see my unmade bed, the clothes I had left on the chair, even the empty chip bag from last night.

The second screen showed my bathroom.

Same clear quality.

The shower. The mirror. The towel rack.

My stomach dropped so hard I felt dizzy.

“Christ!”

My hands flew up to cover my mouth. I staggered backward without thinking and hit something solid and warm.

I spun around.

Mark stood right behind me, close enough that I had walked straight into his chest. His expression was unreadable in the dim light coming from the screens.

I pointed at the monitors with a shaking hand, my voice rising fast.

“What the fuck is this? What the hell is going on?”