Lahat ng Kabanata ng YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

Lila's PovI was still shaking a little when Ronan pulled out of my ass slow and careful. My body felt heavy and loose like every muscle had given up at once. He reached up first and took the earplugs out one at a time.The quiet room rushed back in with the sound of our breathing. Then he untied the blindfold. The silk slipped away and light hit my eyes. It was soft because the lamps were dim but it still made me blink fast. I looked up at him, his face was close. Sweat on his forehead. Hair sticking up in places, eyes locked on mine. He looked worried and happy at the same time."You okay?" he asked quiet.I nodded. "Yeah. Really okay."He smiled small and kissed my forehead. Then my nose, then my lips, just a brush. He moved off me careful and grabbed a warm cloth from the nightstand. He had put it there earlier.He wiped between my legs gently and cleaned me up. Then wiped himself, I watched him do it, i watched how careful he was. My chest felt tight in a good way.He tossed the

Lila's PovRonan got a call from his father on Friday morning while we were still in bed. I heard the phone buzz on the nightstand and watched him reach for it with a frown. He answered quiet."Dad." Then he listened. His face changed fast, his jaw tight, eyes narrow. He said yes a few times. Then no, then he hung up without saying goodbye. He sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall for a long minute."What was that?" I asked.He didn't look at me. "Family meeting tonight. At the house.""Both of us?""Yeah."I sat up. Pulled the sheet around me. "What's going on?"He rubbed his face. "They know something's different. Mom saw us at the grocery store last week, holding hands and laughing. She told Dad, now they're worried the merger looks too personal. Like we fixed it too fast or something."I felt cold. "They think we're faking it?""No. They think we're not faking it anymore and that changes the deal. The whole point was business, not feelings."I stared at him. "So what do t

Lila's PovSix months had passed since we told Ronan's family we were keeping everything the way it was. The merger held. They grumbled for weeks but in the end they backed off. Business kept running, we kept running our lives together, no more separate bedrooms or pretending.Every day felt like something new. We laughed more, fought less and fucked a lot. The Game had turned into just us, no rules or darkness needed anymore.But tonight we wanted to mark it. A private vow renewal, just the two of us. In the same room where it all started, the big bedroom with the heavy curtains we could pull tight. We decided to black it out like the first time, not because we had to. Because we wanted to remember.I stood in the doorway that evening watching Ronan finish setting up. Candles on the dresser for soft light once the curtains were closed. Fresh sheets. The toys we liked best lined up on the nightstand. He wore only black boxers, his body looked stronger now.We had started running toget

Liora’s PovI walked into the studio the next day at exactly the time he told me. The door was unlocked. Elias was already there mixing paint on the big wooden table. He looked up when I came in but didn't say hello. He just nodded toward the chaise."Same spot," he said. "Strip and lie down, legs open this time, knees bent. Feet flat on the velvet, i need to see the lines of your body better."I felt my stomach flip. Yesterday had been intense enough, now he wanted me spread open like that. I kicked off my shoes and started undressing, shirt over my head, jeans down. Everything folded on the chair like before, naked again. I climbed onto the chaise and got into the position he wanted. Knees up and apart, the cool air hit my pussy right away. I knew he could see everything.He sat in the chair with his palette, started painting fast. Brush moving in quick strokes, for a while it was just the sound of bristles on canvas and my own breathing. I tried to stay calm, my nipples were alread

Liora's PovI woke up gasping. The dream was the same one. Always the same one. The dark room, the cold table, the buzzing needle carving that mark into my skin. My hand flew to my shoulder, to the back of it, where the ugly tattoo was. It was just a scar now, faded but still there. A brand. I couldn't breathe. My throat felt tight. I threw the blankets off and got out of bed. I had to get out of here. I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't be near him. It was too much. This job, this life, it was a mistake. I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't even brush my hair. I just needed to leave. I needed to quit. I wrote a quick note on a piece of paper. "I'm sorry. I can't do this. I quit." I left it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed my keys and walked out into the early morning dark. I drove to the studio. I didn't know why I was going there. I just knew I had to go. I had to see it one last time. The place where I thought I could start over. The place that had become my new priso