All Chapters of Her Stepfather’s Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Charlotte’s POVI was twenty years old, still a virgin, but my pussy has been yearning for my stepfather’s cock longer than I cared to admit. My pussy throbbed every single night for the one man who was supposed to protect me, my stepfather, Sebastian. Dad died when I was fourteen. Stage four cancer took him away from us. I watched him waste away while Mom buried herself in work, chasing money. By the time she brought Sebastian home, tall, commanding, rich as sin. I was already ruined inside. Quiet little Charlotte on the outside, big innocent eyes and soft curves that drew stares. But on the inside I was a storm of violent fantasies. Every night I’d shove my fingers deep into my soaked cunt, watching violent BDSM videos until the women on screen screamed and squirted, and I’d cum pretending it was Sebastian ruining me. Tonight was another night to watch slave training videos where they begged for more even as tears streamed down their faces. Mom was at another gala, playing

Charlotte’s POV I was wide awake, with my fingers still sticky from riding Sebastian’s stolen collar again, when my drunk stepfather stumbled into my bedroom like the devil answering my filthiest prayers.My heart slammed against my ribs as I lay there in the dark, the leather collar buckled tight around my throat. The storm outside raged harder now, rain lashing the tall windows of our mansion like it knew what kind of sin was brewing inside. I’d cum twice already tonight, grinding on my pillow with the collar choking me just right, whispering his name. Sebastian. Daddy. But it wasn’t enough. I slipped two fingers back inside my soaked pussy, slow and teasing, soothing my horny self again. The collar’s silver ring pressed cold against my racing pulse. “Please, Daddy,” I breathed into the pillow. “Ruin your little virgin stepdaughter. Choke me. Break me. Fill me until I can’t walk.” My hips rocked, juices dripping down my thighs as I pictured his powerful hands pinning me down. Mo

Charlotte’s POVTipsy on whiskey and years of forbidden fantasies, I suggested we dance… and ended up on my knees choking on my stepfather’s massive cock while the storm raged outside.The living room lights were dim, lightning flashing across the tall windows like camera bulbs catching our sin. Thunder shook the mansion as Sebastian poured another glass of whiskey, his intense eyes locked on me. The air felt thick. I’d intentionally worn a short silky slip that barely covered my ass, no panties, my nipples hard and obvious against the thin fabric. My virgin pussy was already soaked from the charged moment when our hands brushed.“You’ve grown up, Charlotte,” he said, voice low, swirling the amber liquid. Guilt flickered across his handsome face, but his gaze dropped to my soft curves anyway. “Too damn beautiful for your own good.”I took a sip, the burn matching the heat between my legs. “I’ve felt empty since Dad died, Sebastian. Mom’s trying…But you… you make me feel seen.” The c