A few moments later, breakfast was over. Ace had returned back to his room. The maids had come in to clean the table, but as I stood to leave, Scott pulled me back. 

"I never got to ask," he smiled. "How did you sleep?" 

I forced a smile. "I slept really well, thanks for asking." 

He nodded slowly. "You're welcome." He stood up, still holding my arms gently as we walked side by side until we were at the stunning backyard. 

"This place is perfect," I said, my eyes widening. 

"Really? You like it?" he asked. 

"I love it," I replied with a huge smile on my face. "Can I look around?" 

"Of course, you can. It's your house." 

"Oh, thank you," I said as I walked out. The backyard was so stunning, it looked like something that was painted in a magical fairytale book and was brought to life. 

By the time I walked back to Scott, he was already seated on a chair close to the large pool. 

"Come," he said, "sit beside me." 

I walked slowly towards him and sat beside him just as he had asked. Before I could speak, he grabbed my hand, gently but firmly, so that it was hard to pull myself out of his grasp. As I turned to look at him, I froze. His face was barely inches away from mine. His breath felt really warm on my skin. 

"Don't worry, my darling," he smirked. "I'm not doing anything... yet." 

I trembled slightly. 

"So, just relax. Okay? With time, you'll get used to me." He pulled away slowly, but his eyes lingered longer. It felt like he was stripping me naked just by looking at me. That's how strong and dangerous his gaze was. 

I swallowed hard. "I'm not... I'm not-uh. I'm okay." 

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my head as he gently combed his fingers through my hair. Then his hand fell to my back, this time, his fingers trailed my skin softly. 

"How would you like to go on a shopping spree today?" he asked. His deep voice cuts the tension like a knife. 

I swallowed. "Shopping spree?" 

"Yeah. You are my wife, aren't you?" he smirked. "You should look the part as well." 

"I suppose you're right," I said, trying to smile away the shivers his touch was causing. "Will you be joining me?" 

He laughed softly. "Joining you? No... no. Mary will. I trust that you will surprise me." 

I nodded slowly. "I hope I do." 

Even though I wasn't looking at him this time, I could feel his eyes on my body. I couldn't help but think to myself what was going on in his head, and that's when he spoke. 

"Have you met Ace before now, dear?" he asked. 

I almost choked on the words that I was about to speak. "Ace? Your son?" 

"Is there any other Ace you think I might be referring to?" 

I forced a laugh. "No, not at all." 

"Good, then answer the question. Have you met my boy Ace before now?" 

I swallowed, sitting straighter. "Yes, I have." 

He chuckled. "Oh, really?" 

"Yeah," I nodded slowly. "We go to the same school, but he's a senior." 

"The same school?" he asked, his brows furrowed. 

"Yeah." 

"But how did you manage to get into such a private elite establishment?" He leaned in. "No offense." 

I forced a smile. "I got in through a scholarship program." 

"Oh," he muttered. "I see... scholarship. That makes so much sense. Cause you know. Ace's school is very expensive, and I doubt your mother was able to afford the fees." 

He stood up, stretching his hand out to me. I hesitated a while before I reached out to him and held him. We walked out of the backyard together. 

"I hope you're not offended at what I said about your mum's inability to fund your education at Preston Academy," he asked as he rubbed my back softly. 

"No, I'm not," I shrugged. 

"That's good," he said, his hands falling into his pockets as we entered the living room. "Go get changed." 

As I turned to leave, I paused, turning back to Scott. "You're not coming with me?" 

"Oh... no," he said, using his hand to wave no at me. "Get Mary to help you upstairs. I'll be in my home office. If you're done, ask Mary to show you where my home office is, so I can see what you look like before you leave." 

"Sure," I smiled. "I will." 

I turned and rushed up the stairs, heading to my room. Before I could proceed forward after passing the first floor, I stumbled upon Ace standing by his bedroom door frame. He stood shirtless and was wearing only a grey pair of joggers and slides with socks on. He had both of his hands in his pockets. His shoulder and head were resting on the door frame as he stood slanted. 

On seeing him, I froze, lifting my hand slowly to wave at him, but before I could, he spoke. 

"Hey." 

"Hi," I said back to him, my voice cracking. 

He walked closer to me, stretching his arm out. I looked at his hand and back at his eyes. I hesitated, but then I let him hold my arm. I hadn't realized how soft his skin was. 

"How old are you?" he asked, his eyes lingering on my body longer than I expected. 

"Uhm..." My voice cracked as I tried looking away. Still, he held me. 

"Can't talk?" 

"I can," I chuckled, trying to mask my trembling voice. 

"Good, so you can answer the question then. How old are you?" he asked again. 

"I just turned eighteen." 

"Eighteen?" he smirked, licking his lower lip. He released his grip on me, took a step back as his eyes scanned my body from my feet up to my head. "Not bad." 

"Not bad? Why would you say that?" 

He walked around me slowly, stopping in front of me. "You'll understand soon enough. Seems you're in a hurry." 

"Yes, I am," I exhaled. "I was on my way to my room. You see, I'm going on a shopping spree." 

"Oh really," he smirked. "How about I come with you?" 

"I don't know if you should. Besides, I wouldn't want to disturb you," I said, looking away. "Mary will be coming with me." 

For a few seconds, Ace didn't speak. He just looked at me like I had just spoken a whole bunch of nonsense, and after a long silence, he spoke. 

"Don't be silly, Sabrina." He walked back to his room door before turning back to me. "I'm coming with you." 

I swallowed hard, clearing my throat. "Never call me, silly. I think you should show more respect to me." 

Ace burst into laughter. "Oh, I'm sorry, stepmom. But you're eighteen, and last time I checked, I'm nineteen. So, I'm older than you." 

I walked closer to him, my finger pointed up at his face. "Will you-" 

He grabbed my hand, pulling my finger closer to his face as he licked it slowly. "I'm coming with you." 

And just like that, he walked into his room, shutting the door while I stood frozen. My body was trembling as my skin burned from a sensation I've never known until now.

Unable to stop Ace from coming with me, I went up to my room and changed. Mary had already received instructions from my husband. She was also handed a black card to give to me, in which I will use to pay for anything I want.

Upon leaving, Ace pulled me aside again, asking that I tell Mary to stay back.

"And why should I do that?" I asked.

"I want us to use this opportunity to know each other better, and what better time to do so than when we're alone?" he chuckled, stepping closer to me. "Go tell her it'll just be the two of us."

"And what if she says no-"

"There's no way she would say no. You are her boss, and she is meant to listen and do whatever you ask her to do," he cut in.

"Well, not like you did," I muttered.

Ace walked over to the car while I went back inside, stopping Mary, who was about to step outside.

"Mary, I was thinking maybe Ace, and I went on this spree alone," I said in a soft tone.

"Just you two alone?" she asked as expected.

"Yes. If he's going to be my stepson, I have to at least be acquainted with him. Almost everyone in the house likes me, so I want to use this opportunity to introduce myself to him as well."

She sighed. "That's okay, Sabrina. I guess you do have to build that relationship one way or another. I'll be staying then."

"Thank you," I smiled and walked away.

Ace and I began our trip to the most luxurious stores in all of Beverly Hills. We shopped for things I needed and didn't need at all. Our last stop was at a fancy clothes store.

After Ace helped me pick out some clothes, we were taken into a private dressing room separated from the others. It was a space only for us, no cameras, and we were alone.

I stepped behind the curtains to try out the first dress Ace picked for me. Just as I took off the clothes I was wearing, leaving only my underwear, Ace walked in.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, instantly picking up my cloth to cover myself up.

"You have a pretty body. Is my father going to enjoy all of it alone?" he asked in a low, deep tone.

"What are you talking about?" I asked even though I already knew what he was talking about.

"Don't tell me you guys haven't done it yet?" he chuckled.

"No, we haven't, and it's none of your business. Leave, Ace," I snapped, despite how badly I wanted him to come closer.

"Are you sure you want me to leave? This little errand was supposed to help us get closer, wasn't it?" he said, taking a step slowly towards me. "But I promise to leave, only if that's what you want. Really."

"Well," I swallowed. "Since you're already here, you can as well help me with the dress."

"Even better, how about I help you with something else?" he said as he lunged at me.

I had my back against the wall as he pressed his body against mine. My crotch was pressed right on his knees. An accidental brush up triggered my head to make dirty thoughts, and then he cupped my boobs. We exchanged glances. My cheeks were flushed, but I didn't push him away.

He pressed me some more, fondling my boobs softly as I bit my lips, soft exhales escaped my lips. Ace began kneading my pussy with his fingertips through the fabric of my panties. I widened my legs a bit, inviting him to touch me even more. He shifted open my panties, rubbing my clit, spreading the juices my pussy was producing all over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead on mine.

"Do you like it?" he whispered. "Is this how father touched you last night?"

With a trembling voice, I spoke. "He never touched me... he never... uh-" I moaned softly, unable to finish my sentence.

"Good, let's keep it that way," he smirked. "He's way older than you anyway, you need someone young and vibrant like me to please you and make you happy."

I could see his poor cock hard and throbbing in his trousers. He pressed my clit some more, tracing the folds of my slit, up and down, and feeling the nub of my protruding clit. It was like he sensed my breathing because he changed as he began teasing my arousal.

"This feels soooooo good, Ace," I bit my lips, trying to control my breathing. "Please don't stop."

He toyed and played with me as my eyes closed. I rocked gently against his fingers, digging into his fingertips.

"I want to cum," I announced.

I groaned as Ace penetrated me with his fingers. My palms found Ace's throbbing cock, and I rubbed on it gently.

"I will make you cum if you agree to something," he whispered into my ear.

"What is that?" I asked in a soft tone.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Your girlfriend? But I'm married to your father," I muttered.

"I don't care. I like you, and I want us to keep being this close. My father doesn't have to know, no one does. It'll just be you and me. Please, be my girlfriend," he pleaded.

This was something I've always wanted. And now, Ace was saying to me that he liked me and wanted me to be his girlfriend. Of course, my answer was always going to be...

"Yes, Ace,'' I smiled. "I'll be your girlfriend."

"Good," he smirked. "Now, cum for me."

He began fingering me at a faster but gentle pace. He lifted my leg up, his knees rested on the wall, and he dropped my feet on his leg. My legs were even wider now. He fingered me deeply.

My body trembled in excitement and intense pleasure. He came closer and we locked lips. Kissing each other passionately while he continued fingering me. I rocked and sighed as orgasm shook through my body with Ace fingers deep inside my tight pussy hole.

"Good girl," he chuckled as cream-like fluid poured out of my pussy. "Now remember our promise."

"Of course, I know how to keep secrets."

Later that day, after we had concluded our shopping. On our way back home, Ace suggested we stop at one of his friends' houses before heading to ours. I was confused at first as to why he wanted us to make that stop. I hesitated a bit until I told the driver to do as Ace had said. A few minutes later, we arrived at one of Ace's friends' houses. He was also a senior at school. Michael. I recognized him. He played football with Ace. Also, I forgot to mention that Ace was a football captain at school. 

Michael welcomed us into the house. Served us some chilled lemonade as we made ourselves comfortable in his living room. Michael's parent had traveled out of the country for their weekend couple getaway, leaving Michael home alone with his six-year-old brother, Robin. 

"Hey, man. What's up?" Michael said as he shook hands with Ace. "Who's the pretty lady with you today?" 

I smiled. "I'm-" 

"He wasn't you, was he?" Ace cut in, turning to me with a smirk on his face. "This is Sabrina." 

"Oh!" Michael smiled. "Don't tell me it's the same Sabrina from school that you've always had your eyes on-" 

"W-woah..." Ace coughed. "Easy, Michael. We don't want to spill the history of my existence now, do we?" 

Michael laughed. "I'm sorry." He turned to me with an easy smile. "Well, hello, Sabrina. Just make yourself comfortable, okay. Any friend of Ace is a friend of mine." 

"No, thank you," Ace said. "She's mine alone." 

I laughed softly, watching Ace and Michael have a back-and-forth. Ace gently reached out to me while talking to his friend. He must've noticed how quiet and left out I was in their conversation. So, he grabbed hold of me gently, pulling my hand to his leg as he shifted closer to me. His knee brushed mine. 

When their little argument died down, Michael turned away as he continued to play the video game he was playing before we came in. 

Ace turned to me, his face barely inches away from mine. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I smiled. "I'm fine. I'm just wondering what we're doing here." 

He cleared his throat. "Well, you see," he turned away, chuckling before looking back at me. "I'm still thinking about what we did at the fitting room, and I was hoping that maybe... we could finish it here before heading back home." 

He grabbed my palm and slid it down his bulging dick. I could feel it throbbing in my palm even through the fabric of his trousers. 

He played with my hair with his other free hand as he smirked. Bit his lower lip and kissed me on the cheek before whispering in my ear. 

"I made you cum, now it's your turn." 

I was loving just how naughty Ace was. He was everything I imagined he would be, and we were doing everything I dreamed of. 

"Why didn't you tell Michael I was your stepmom now?" I asked softly. 

He laughed softly. "That's not his business. Besides, I know you didn't have a choice in the decision of being with my dad." 

"How do you mean?" 

"I know of the arrangement. I overheard him talking with someone on the phone once, and he mentioned something about a debt being paid by him taking someone as his wife. Then you came along. I knew. It all made sense." 

Yes, it all made sense. 

"Or are you in love with my dad?" he asked. 

"Of course not," I answered quickly. "I don't at all." 

He smiled. "Then there's no need for me to go around introducing you to people as my stepmom." 

"You're right," I murmured. 

We became silent for a few seconds, but Ace broke the silence with a kiss. Michael had set up a game station in his living room. He had a headset on as he played, sitting in a chair in front of us. I watched him play until Ace, with his hand, gently turned my face to his direction and kissed me. 

It was soft at first, but then our tongues locked, and we were devouring each other's faces. Ace slowly pulled me on top of him. I was straddling him. One of his hands was on my back, rubbing me gently while pressing me harder into him. The other hand was on my ass cheek, pressing and squeezing it. 

I pulled away from the kiss. "What about Michael?" I asked. 

"Don't worry about him," he whispered. "Whenever he's like this with his game, he never looks away until you break his attention by calling his name or touching him." 

"Oh!" 

"Yeah." Ace kissed me again, gently on the lips. "Don't worry about him." 

I changed into one of the dresses that Ace picked for me before we left our last shop. So, it was easier for him to get his naughty fingers under my dress, slip my panties, and play with my clit. 

I grabbed Ace by his shirt as the kiss deepened. My hands found the button of his trousers as I released his throbbing cock from its cage. Precum dripped from it. His dick was so massive in my arms. I could feel the veins. 

He lifted me gently and rubbed his dick on my pussy, letting my juices plaster his hard dick. Then, he slipped it inside gently as soft moans escaped both our lips. 

"Yes, fuck," he whispered. "Oh, my goodness, you feel so good." 

I smiled. "Thanks." 

"Am I your first?" he whispered. 

He was the first person to actually fuck me, but he wasn't my first sex. Those nights I fantasized about him, I fucked myself with a toy. Even though I wasn't a virgin before now, Ace was my first. 

"Yes," I answered with a smile as I rocked his dick. 

He bit my nipple through the fabric, lifted me a little so he could take control. Then, he began fucking me. He thrusted harder and faster as my body weakened. My head fell to his shoulder, and my arms wrapped around his neck. 

We fucked in that position for a while. Ace's cock felt so good I couldn't stop dripping. He fucked me until we both cummed. Ace quickly pulled out, cumming on the floor while I melted on his body, breathing hard. 

Just as Ace said, Michael's eyes were still locked on his game. I went to use the restroom, cleaning myself up while Ace cleaned both our cum on the floor. After everything, we rested together for a while before Ace tapped Michael on the shoulder, telling him we were leaving. 

We bid our goodbyes and left. A few minutes later, the driver parked in front of the house, and Ace and I walked into the house. A few maids had helped take my bags up to my room. 

Mr. Scott walked in just as Ace and I entered the house. Ace said hi to his dad and walked past him while I remained standing as Mr. Scott walked over to me, smiling. He cupped my face, lifted my chin. 

"Did you get everything you wanted?" he asked. 

"Yes, I did," I answered. 

"That's good," he smiled. "You may go, I'll see you later." 

I smiled and walked past him slowly while I stood, watching me leave. But then, he stopped me. 

"Sabrina?" 

"Yes," I answered, turning to him. 

He walked over to me, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and lifted it a bit. "What's this stain?" he asked. 

I looked over, and my goodness, I almost fell to the floor. It was Ace's cum. I didn't clean it up because I didn't know I had a little stain there. But now, Mr. Scott had seen it, and he might recognize what it was. 

"What is this?" he asked again.