The room froze.Lisa’s mouth fell open, stunned. She stumbled back a step as if Tom had slapped her.“You… you knew?” she stammered, her voice losing its sharpness for the first time.Tom didn’t even glance at her. His eyes were locked on me, dark and burning. “Yeah, Lisa. I knew. I’ve known for a while now.”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My legs felt weak. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jordan approach to meet the chaos in the kitchen. He stood frozen, half-dressed, confusion all over his face.“You think I’m an idiot?” Tom said, his voice even. “You think I didn’t notice the way he looked at her? The way she looked at him?” His eyes shifted between Jordan and myself, something unreadable covered in them.Lisa shook her head like she couldn’t process it. “I don't get it. So you’re just going to let her humiliate you?”Tom’s mouth curved into something cold. “Maybe you should mind your own business for once.”Lisa sputtered, furious but defeated. She glanced at Jordan like
ClaireI stood there, dazed at his words. Jordan was gone, and it was just us. Tom leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving me.“You really thought you were smarter than me?” he asked calmly.I swallowed hard. “Tom, I—”“Save it,” he cut me off. “I’m not mad about the fucking, Claire. I’m mad you didn’t think you belonged to me no matter what.”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was exhausted— from the sex, from shame.He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “I should make you start proving it now.”I whimpered. “Tom, please, I—”“You want to fix this?” His hand slipped down my throat, over my chest, palming my breast roughly. “Then you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”I nodded, helpless.Just then, the front door creaked open again and Jordan burst in. He stood for a second, his eyes on us, breathing hard with anger radiating off him.“You really think I’m just walking away?” he said, his voice low and furious.Tom chuckled darkly. “Perfect,” he said,
AnaThe first time I saw Christian, I was sitting at the kitchen counter, minding my own business when the front door opened. I glanced up, expecting my mom, but instead, in walked this tall, striking man. My throat went dry.“Who’s that?” I whispered to myself, eyes fixed on him as he strode in with confidence.“Christian, this is Ana,” my mom introduced, her voice warm with pride. “Ana, meet Christian. He’s… my fiancé.”Fiancé? I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he smiled and reached out his hand to shake mine. My heart fluttered, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.“Nice to meet you, Ana.” His voice was deep, smooth, and something about it made my stomach do a flip.“Uh… yeah, you too,” I stammered, trying to play it cool, but I knew my cheeks were burning.As he settled into the kitchen, chatting with my mom like they’d known each other forever, I couldn’t stop staring. His broad shoulders, the way his jaw clenched when he wasn’t speaking, and those eyes. God, his eyes.I felt a st
Ana "I'm not leaving," I insisted, glaring up at him. "Damn it, Ana," he growled, "You have to_" I rose to my feet, and reached for the top button of my shirt, undoing it. His gaze immediately dropped down to my chest. I undid two more buttons till my red bra was exposed. "You're my stepdaughter," he argued, "You're a kid." "I'm eighteen," I said sultrily, "And we're not blood related." "I'll count till three, and if you're still here, then I'll take that as your decision," he warned me, "one." I shivered at the look in his eyes, the middle of my thighs getting slick with my desire. God, I wanted him so much. I wanted his monstrous dick to split me into two. I licked my lips in anticipation. "Two..." "Three," I whispered, staring at him challengingly. Before I could even blink, he had reached out, cupped my head in his hand and pulled me into a hard, hungry kiss. "Hmm," I moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed into my own mouth. Sparks of current skittered over my skin a
Ana"W-what are we going to do?" I stammered, eyes wide with panic. I couldn't let her catch me in here with him. She'd surely know something had happened. "This is all your fault you little brat," he clutched my neck and dragged his tongue over my bottom lip. He reached down with his other hand and cupped my pussy, "Even though your mother is right outside, you're still dripping for me." I moaned. "You want me to fuck you like a little whore while your mother watches." Heat curled around my belly, and he chuckled at the look in my eyes. "get under the table, now." I scrambled off the desk and slid under the table while the knock on the door only grew more insistent. As I settled under the table, Christian crossed over and opened the door for her. He settled back into the seat. "What were you doing in here?" My mother barked, "What took you so long to open the door?" Tuning her out, I began to slide my hands up my step daddy's thighs, undoing the button of his pants. He made a
Ana "You need to leave," Christian said in a hard voice, "we can't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this. You're my stepdaughter for Gods sake." I spun around to face him, "What does that matter?" "Im married to your mother! Have some respect." I glared at him, "Have respect for a woman who doesn't give a fuck about me?" I bit out, "Stop pretending like you don't want to push your hard cock inside me and fuck me all over again." I dragged a hand over my inner thighs, gathering his hot cum and raising my hands to show him, "This is how much you want me." His lips peeled back in a snarl, "Stop being such a slut!" "Fine. If you don't want to touch me, then teach me how to touch myself so I'll never need to bother myself with you again," I growled. Our eyes met in a challenge and just when I thought he'd tell me to get lost, he smiled sinisterly, "Sit on the desk and spread your legs for me." Trembling at the command in his voice, I did as he instructed, moving over to the ta
Ana"I hope you're not tired because I'm not done with you angel." My step daddy growled as he pulled away from my pussy. His face was covered with evidence of my desire and my release. "Dear God," I whimpered, too exhausted to even resist him. I couldn't say no to him because I wanted him so much. I wanted him to use me like his slut and fill me up. Suddenly, I was lifted off the desk and deposited on his lap, "You're going to sit on my cock baby. You're going to ride me till you cum." "Hmm," I moaned. "Did you hear me?" He spanked my ass, and I sighed, nodding eagerly. My body was already reacting again to his words and the sight of his swollen cock was enough motivation for me. "Yes, daddy." I replied. "Good girl." He lifted me by my hip and I raised up my ass for him, and then he began to push me down on his cock, slowly, slowly till I was completely speared on his hard length. My eyes flew wide as I felt him almost at my stomach. "Fuck," he hissed out a breath, "You fee
Ana"Time for dinner, Ana!" My mother's voice called out, breaking the silence of the house.An evil thought crossed my mind, as I twisted my lips in a mischievous grin. I was going to make sure Christian got addicted to me and unable to keep his hands off me."I'm not wearing any panties under this dress, daddy," I whispered into my step daddy's ears as I passed where he was seated. My mother and sister were distracted with dishing the food."Hmmm," he gritted out, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.I sat directly opposite him, staring into his eyes with a different kind of hunger and craving, one that wouldn't be satisfied by the meal placed on the table."This tastes really nice, babe". He said to my mom, giving me a very intentional look which pissed me off. Fine then, two could play this game.I adjusted my seat closer to the table, freeing my feet from the slippers I had on. Raising my leg, I touched my step father's foot, tapping him lightly. He gave me a stern look, as
ClaireI stood there, dazed at his words. Jordan was gone, and it was just us. Tom leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving me.“You really thought you were smarter than me?” he asked calmly.I swallowed hard. “Tom, I—”“Save it,” he cut me off. “I’m not mad about the fucking, Claire. I’m mad you didn’t think you belonged to me no matter what.”I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was exhausted— from the sex, from shame.He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “I should make you start proving it now.”I whimpered. “Tom, please, I—”“You want to fix this?” His hand slipped down my throat, over my chest, palming my breast roughly. “Then you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”I nodded, helpless.Just then, the front door creaked open again and Jordan burst in. He stood for a second, his eyes on us, breathing hard with anger radiating off him.“You really think I’m just walking away?” he said, his voice low and furious.Tom chuckled darkly. “Perfect,” he said,
The room froze.Lisa’s mouth fell open, stunned. She stumbled back a step as if Tom had slapped her.“You… you knew?” she stammered, her voice losing its sharpness for the first time.Tom didn’t even glance at her. His eyes were locked on me, dark and burning. “Yeah, Lisa. I knew. I’ve known for a while now.”I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My legs felt weak. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jordan approach to meet the chaos in the kitchen. He stood frozen, half-dressed, confusion all over his face.“You think I’m an idiot?” Tom said, his voice even. “You think I didn’t notice the way he looked at her? The way she looked at him?” His eyes shifted between Jordan and myself, something unreadable covered in them.Lisa shook her head like she couldn’t process it. “I don't get it. So you’re just going to let her humiliate you?”Tom’s mouth curved into something cold. “Maybe you should mind your own business for once.”Lisa sputtered, furious but defeated. She glanced at Jordan like
Claire“What the fuck, Claire?” Lisa shouted, her voice rising with anger. “You’re sleeping with him? Him?”I scrambled to cover myself, my heart thundering in my chest. My mind raced, trying to come up with something, anything, to explain.But Lisa wasn’t waiting for an explanation.“You’re unbelievable,” she said, her voice low with disgust. “And you left the fucking door open?”Jordan didn’t even flinch. He just watched her, not looking ashamed.Lisa shot one last glance at me, her face twisted in disgust, before turning and storming out.“L-lisa, wait!” I called, scrambling out of bed, but it was too late."Oh, God." I stood there, frozen, the weight of the moment crashing down. I looked at Jordan, the man who had turned my world upside down.“You left the door open?" I asked, my voice shaking, the panic enveloping me.He didn’t answer. He just looked at me, his face unreadable. “It was in the moment, Claire, I don't know."I stared at him, my pulse racing. I didn’t know what to s
ClaireI hadn’t heard from Jordan all afternoon, and part of me hoped that meant he’d finally listened.I’d meant what I said this morning— this had to stop. It was already too messy. Too risky. Lisa’s texts were rattling in my head, there had always been a hidden layer in our friendship, something uncomfortable, and that made me more anxious.And yet, every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel him inside me. The way he took me—rough, hungry, like I belonged to him.I poured myself a glass of wine, trying to breathe through the silence.Then came the knock.It was sharp. It wasn’t polite. It was Jordan.I froze. For a second, I considered ignoring it. But my feet betrayed me, carrying me toward the door.I opened it just a crack and there he was—Jordan. Hoodie half-zipped, hair messy, and that predatory look in his eyes that made my stomach drop.“You didn’t answer me when I asked if you were done lying to yourself,” he said, stepping inside before I could stop him. “I know you d
ClaireI barely slept. I lay in bed with my heart pounding, Lisa’s message replaying over and over. 'Is something going on? Do I need to be worried about you?' It wasn’t just curiosity. It was a warning. She knew me too well. She could read between the lines I hadn’t drawn straight enough.I showered again at sunrise, scrubbing his touch off my skin, but it didn’t work. I could still feel his hands, his mouth, the way he filled me so deep I forgot who I was.By morning, I’d made my decision.This had to stop.I dressed quickly— jeans, a plain white tee, no makeup. I didn’t want to be desirable. I didn’t want him to look at me like I was a prize. I just wanted my life back.At 8:13 a.m., I texted him: 'Come over. We need to talk.'He didn’t reply. But five minutes later, I heard the knock on my door.I opened the door, and he stepped in before I could speak. He looked the same— black shirt, jeans hanging low on his hips, tousled hair, eyes sharp and unreadable.“What’s going on?” he as
ClaireI stared at Lisa’s message, my blood running cold. 'Saw Jordan at your place again. Everything okay?'My fingers hovered above the screen, unsure what to say. The air still smelled like him, and my legs ached from how he’d taken me. But now, it was time to face reality.Say something casual, I told myself. Something that makes sense. So I typed back;'He helped me move a few things because Tom’s still away. Everything’s fine!'I hit send and tossed the phone on the nightstand, breathing hard as I waited for her reply. A knock on the back door made me jump. I peeked out the blinds. Jordan, shirtless again, this time with a smug grin and a bottle of wine.I opened the door an inch. “You’re insane.”“I brought wine,” he said, slipping inside without waiting. “We just had sex. You can’t go cold on me now.”“You need to stop walking into my house like it’s yours.”“You let me in,” he said, holding up the bottle like a peace offering. “That’s not the same as locking the door behind m
Claire"Claire, you're glowing today.” Jordan’s voice teased from the fence the next morning. “Do I have anything to do with that?”I was by the pool, wearing a new red bikini, my pulse already racing at his words as my face curved into a smile. His touch from yesterday—his mouth, his cock, the way he’d fucked me in the pool house— had haunted my dreams. Tom wasn't yet back, but I’d checked the locks repeatedly, paranoid about neighbors or an early return.I lowered my sunglasses, meeting his grin. “Don’t get cocky,” I said, trying to sound steady.He leaned against the fence, shirtless, sweat dripping down his body from a run. “Too late,” he said, eyes raking my body. “You’re wearing another hot bikini again. You’re practically begging for me.”I stood, crossing my arms, my breasts shifting inside the bikini. “Maybe I just like red.”“Or you’re dying for round two,” he said, stepping through the gate uninvited.My heart spiked. “Jordan, you can’t just—”“Can’t what?” he cut in, closi
claire“Claire, am I happy to see you?!”I looked up from my lounge chair, already tense at the sound of his voice. Jordan was at the fence again, shirtless as always, his abs glistening and his face cocky."Jordan," I said in a low voice in an attempt to remain calm."Were you waiting for me?" He asked as his lips curved in a proud grin.“I wasn’t,” I lied. Tom had left early this morning as usual, for another business meeting, and for the first time, I had been anticipating his departure.He smirked. “You sure about that? Same bikini. Same lipstick. Same time.”“Maybe I like routines.”“Or maybe you like being watched.”I lifted my drink and watched as he approached the poolside, the sight of him doing making my insides excited already.I stood up slowly. “You shouldn’t be here.”He stepped through the gate anyway. “But I am.”I didn’t stop him. I should have.“You wore that for me,” he said, his eyes sweeping over my chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”I didn’t answer. My mouth was dry. Hi
Claire"For the umpteenth time, Jordan, stop staring at me," I said without looking up, a smirk across my face.Jordan stood on the other side of the fence, his eyes burning into me as I lounged by the pool.My red bikini was tight, like it was hanging on to my ample breasts for dear life and I knew it was driving him crazy. At thirty-eight, I still turned heads, and Jordan's were no exception."I wasn't," he drooled, dripping with charm.Taking off my sunglasses, I looked over at him. He was shirtless, holding a hose like he had forgotten how to use it. His abs glistened, his hair wet and dripping. He was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, old enough to be my son but too young for me to notice that way I had these past weeks– but I noticed anyway. It was hard not to, those hungry eyes following me every time I stepped outside."You were." I shot back."Fine," he laughed. "Maybe I was, a little. You're not going to tell your husband, are you?""Tell him what?""That I stare," he replied