Semua Bab YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Lily"Okay gentlemen, my turn now." Dr Pierce cut in as Adrian and Marcus rammed into me simultaneously.At his words, they pulled out, their eyes still blazing with hunger. I lay spent on the padded table, my wrists and ankles bound tight. My body still thrummed from Adrian and Marcus, but Pierce’s presence swallowed everything else as he approached. He stood over me, his shirt unbuttoned, his silver eyes blazing with raw, unfiltered hunger. The air crackled with his intent, and I felt it in my bones— this was his moment.“Untie her legs,” Pierce ordered, voice like a whip.Marcus moved quick, loosening the ropes around my ankles. My thighs fell open, sore and trembling, my breath catching as Pierce stepped closer, his lean frame towering.“You’re mine now,” he said, grabbing my hips and yanking me to the edge of the table. “Spread.”I obeyed, spreading my legs wide as my heart hammered. “Yes, sir,” I whispered.He freed himself, his cock hard and thick. Then he began stroking slowl

Lily'Take the money and leave. Or stay. With me.'Adrian's words played in my head as the stack of cash on the table gleamed, a promise of freedom, but his eyes held something warmer, something I couldn’t walk away from.“You’re quiet,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low.“I’m thinking,” I replied.“About what?”“About how crazy this is,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Two days ago, I was just your student. Now you’re asking me to… what? Be yours?”“Yes,” he said steadily. “That’s exactly what I’m asking.”I swallowed, my throat tight. “Why me?”“Why you?” He laughed bitterly. “Because you’ve ruined me, Lily. I wasn’t supposed to feel this.”“Feel what?” I pressed, stepping toward him.“This,” he said, grabbing my hand, pressing it to his chest. “You’re under my skin. I can’t shake you.”“That’s not an answer,” I said, pulling my hand back. “You tied me up, shared me, pushed me to my limits. And now you want… what? A relationship?”“I want you,” he said, voice rough. “All of you. No

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

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

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