Owning My Stepfather:A Forbidden Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Elias.The energy between us was thick with anticipation. I walked slowly, with steady steps. My heart thumped in my chest. Excitement, fear, nervousness….“You know how the rooms are divided?”He nods.“Ill need you to take the lead here.”He steps forward and moves to the left. The couples segment. The right was for orgies and gangbangs. All rooms were ever opened unless they were occupied. That was clearly indicated by the red and green sign on the door.“I believe you have something in mind you are expecting.” I say immediately we stepped in our room.“Arent you the Dom. Aren't you supposed to figure it out.” my eyes meet his, a flash of mischief dances in his eyes.“You know….” I wrap my finger on the hem of his jeans at the waist and pull him close. “I didn't take you for a brat.”He smirks.“What,you expected me to shut up and take it like a good boy?”“I was expecting just that but since you want to play games,I have to make you good. Fuck that brat out of you.”His body shivers

WilliamHe took the blindfold off and I blinked even though the room was dimly lit. Did he say three? Was he crazy? I wasn't sure how I had survived the last one but I had no energy to fight him so I just laid there."Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?"I've never been self conscious but his praises…God,his praises seemed to give me more confidence than I could ever find outside this room."You're mine" he said softly, almost reverently. His hand gently swept overmy ass, one cheek and then the other."Yes," I answered without thinking. Almost instantly his cock was sliding up and downthe crack of my ass and I was pushing back against him, silently begging. Iwasn't even hard, but I wanted him in me. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to make him feel good. He deserved that."You loved getting smacked. You like my hands on you." He stated as a matter of fact before he grabbed my hips then, pressing his cock hard against me.. "I'm going to takethis gorgeous

Ellias3 months laterSharp, rhythmic rapping against my bedroom door dragged me out of a dreamless, heavy sleep."Elias. Wake up. The first of the town cars are pulling into the drive."My mother’s voice was as crisp as the morning air, devoid of the tremor I’d been carrying in my own voice for ninety days.I stared up at the ceiling of my room in the Vance estate. A room I was forced to adjust and move into two months after my father's death.I didn't move. I wanted to sink into the mattress and let the house grow over me, but the door opened anyway.Claire,my mom, stood there, already dressed in silver silk. She looked perfect. Not a hair out of place, not a sign of the woman who had buried a husband three months ago. She looked like she was heading into a board meeting for a negotiation."Your suit is pressed and hanging in the dressing room," she said, her eyes scanning my messy bed,a clear sign of disapproval written on her face."Don't make me send someone to come fetch you. We

ElliasThe first morning in the Vance estate felt like waking up in a nightmare.The man I had slept with is now my stepfather. If my mother gets to know that she would die before even killing us. One, his now husband had slept with a man, two,her son is the man, a question which brings about three, two of the men in her close circle are gay. What an amazing life I live.I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind drifted to my father’s house. There were stacks of old magazines in the corner, the faint scent of his pipe tobacco in the drapes remained no matter how many times the cleaners would visit.Mother hated it.The Vance estate was different. It was a masterpiece of glass, steel, and silence. Everything was curated. Every vase was positioned to the millimeter. I finally dragged myself out of bed, pulling on a silk robe and made my way to the bathroom. I needed to freshen up and I needed coffee. When I reached the kitchen, William was already there. He wasn’t in the stiff morni

William VanceThe door clicked shut, the sound echoing through the silence of my study. I didn't move. I stayed by the window, watching the reflection of the empty room in the glass until the tension in my shoulders finally began to thaw.My hand was still warm where I had brushed the hair from his forehead.I looked down at my fingers, then tightened them into a fist. This was supposed to be a standard integration. This was bad. While I knew Clara had a son, I had not anticipated it would be someone I was intimately acquainted with.I picked up my glass, the scotch tasting like ash. Even that was not enough to wash out the images that kept on replaying in my head. The way that boy had touched me, how I fell to my knees at his command. My stomach recoils with excitement and terror as i remembered how i had his cock in my mouth, how deep he had fucked me, the number of orgasms i had because of him. His idea of after care included cuddles and while I was tempted to let him hold me I cou