All Chapters of Yours, Stepdad: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

MICHAELA"It's not my dick, asshole, my dick works fine. I know because I've been using it outside for quite a while now. It's her."I'm about to surprise Sean, my husband, with his favorite meal, chicken nuggets and pasta, thinking that maybe tonight would be different. Maybe tonight he would actually look at me.I step inside quietly. The house smells like his cologne, the one I bought him for our second anniversary.His voice floats down the hallway from the living room and he's laughing loud, the way he used to laugh with me before everything changed.As I move closer, I can hear he's on speaker phone with other voices. His college friends. The ones who still call him every week to talk about sports and women and all the things men talk about when they think no one is listening."Bro, I haven't touched Michaela in almost a year." Sean laughs again, but this time it sounds cruel. "I literally can’t get hard for her. I've tried. It's like my dick just dies."The air leaves my lungs.

MICHAELAThe drive to the penthouse takes four hours.I sit in the back of a black SUV with tinted windows, my heart pounding with dread about what the meeting will be like. The leather seats are cold against my legs. The driver doesn't speak. The two men in the front don't speak. We just move through the city in silence like a funeral procession.I feel like a prisoner being transported. Which, I suppose, is exactly what I am.My mind will not stop replaying every memory I have of Richie Moore. I can't make it stop, and frankly I don't want to. I need to remember who he was so I can understand who he has become.I was ten when I first saw him.A new school. Another one of Gloria's fresh starts that always ended the same way. I walked into English class with secondhand clothes and a chip on my shoulder and he was already there, sitting in the back corner. Dark hair falling into his eyes. A leather jacket that had seen better days. He didn't look at the teacher, didn't take notes. He j

MICHAELAI find the studio on the top floor of the penthouse after twenty minutes of wandering through hallways, following the directions Elena left outside my door. The entire floor is dedicated to this single room. Temperature controlled. Professionally lit. Mirrors covering every wall so I can't escape my own reflection no matter where I look.A chrome pole rises from the center of the polished hardwood floor, stretching from floor to ceiling, gleaming under the lights like it has been waiting.I stand in the doorway wearing the lingerie from the velvet box. The red lace cups my breasts, pushing them up, putting them on display. The thong cuts between my legs, leaving nothing to imagination. The garters frame my thighs but connect to nothing. I feel naked and exposed. Exactly like he wants me to feel.A robe hangs by the door. I wrap it tight around my body, giving myself one small mercy."You must be Michaela."I turn. A woman emerges from a side room I didn't notice. Tall and lea