Lahat ng Kabanata ng YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

An hour later, I shut my apartment door behind me and stood there for a full minute.“What the fuck,” I whispered, staring into the silence.Three men. Three fucking bosses. Three very different nights. One thing in common. Me. I wasn’t supposed to be this girl. But I wasn’t saying no, was I?After I'd bathed and settled in, a knock came thirty minutes later. I wasn't expecting anyone, I thought, as I walked to door and checked the peephole. My mouth flew open.When I opened the door, Damien was standing there. He had on a black shirt, sleeves rolled, jacket gone, tie gone, jaw set, clearly straight from work.“You’re not answering your texts,” he said flatly, his eyes scanning my body.“I–I was in the shower.” I replied, flicking through my phone immediately.He pushed past me. No invitation needed.“I saw Rhys leave the office with you earlier,” he said.“And?”“Where did he take you? You were gone for a while.”I crossed my arms. “Are you checking on me as my boss or are you jealou

I turned off my computer at 5:59 p.m. and packed my bag. Barely a week in, and I was still in disbelief over the last forty-eight hours.But yet, something bugged me. I checked my phone again. No missed calls. No new messages. Not from Rhys. I sighed. Just as I stepped out into the hallway, my phone buzzed.A text from...Rhys!'Meet me tonight. The bar. 8 p.m.'My heart stuttered. I typed back, almost too immediately. 'Which one?''Don't act cute. I know you stalk. Back room. 8.'I forced a lump down my throat, my lips curving into a slight smile as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Then I walked out, adrenaline and apprehension twisting my guts.By 8:02 p.m, I stood at the entrance to the bar I knew he was regular at. The bar was nearly empty, classic jazz on the speakers, lights flickering. I spotted him at the far, a drink in hand. His suit jacket was off, his sleeves rolled and tie undone. It felt familiar, but no less dangerous.I walked over in my red short dress, and he

Before I could think for a second, Rhys shoved in aggressively, and I gasped, gripping the edge of the table, the force making the table shift backwards.“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “So tight.”I moaned, arching my back toward him. “Rhys, oh fuck, yes.”He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, each stroke aggressive. Damien and Julian watched from opposite sides of the room, breathing hard, entranced.Rhys’s hand found my hip. “Open, wider.”I nodded immediately, grabbing my ankles as I spread even wider, my thighs hurting a little.He thrust in again. “Say it.”“Rhys!” I cried.He smirked. “Good girl.”He grabbed my breasts, smacking and squeezing them as fucked me, deeper and deeper, the intensity overwhelming. "Lick it.”I obeyed, bending my head down to my breasts, as I squeezed. I stuck out my tongue, sucking my nipple, flicking up and down, in circles.He groaned, and thrust even harder. “Do you like that?” he asked, his voice low.I whimpered. “Yes, harder.”He th

Dana“Close the door, Tristan.”He turned at the sound of my voice, smirking, the same smirk that had been taunting me for weeks.“What is this? Detention?” he asked, dragging the word out.“You’re disruptive,” I said, setting my laptop aside. “And I’m tired of your sneaky little comments in my class.”He shut the door, strolling in. “Disruptive? Or are you just distracted? Maybe by some 'impure' thoughts?"I kept my face straight. “This is what I'm talking about."He stepped closer to my desk. “So… what’s my punishment, Ms Paulson?”I hated how my pulse jumped when he called me that.“You’re going to sit here and finish the project you’ve been avoiding for three weeks.”“Even if there’s something else I’d rather do?” His voice was low, teasing now.I exhaled. “Tristan, this isn’t a game.”“Looks like a game to me.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, inches away from my face. "You stare at me in class, then look away when I catch you watching. You don’t think I notice?”“I’m your

DanaI didn’t even look at him as I walked away, my legs still shaking from what we’d just done in that empty classroom.Two hours later, I was yet to get any work done, the papers for grading untouched. My mind was a mess, replaying the earlier events– his hands running over me, his cock in me.The faculty bathroom was thankfully empty. I stepped inside, shut the door, and leaned over the sink, staring at my reflection; my lipstick smudged, hair messy and eyes hungry.What the hell was wrong with me?“God, Dana…” I muttered, dragging my fingers through my hair to smooth it back.Then, the door handle rattled. My head snapped toward it.“Occupied,” I called out.There was a pause, then his voice came in. “It’s me.”Great! If it wasn't the cause of my problems.I turned back to the mirror. “Go away, Tristan.”I heard him rattle the handle, then the door clicked open. The lock hadn’t stopped him, apparently more for show than security. He stepped in, closing it behind him like he owned