Selene's mouth ghosted over mine again-this time, less teasing, more intent.

She kissed me like she was devouring me in slow motion.

Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her heat across the strain in my pants. I let out a strangled sound, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other still gripping her bare thigh like it was my only tether to Earth.

"Relax," she whispered against my lips. "Let me take care of you."

Her hand slid down my chest, nails catching just enough to make me arch into her touch. She moved lower, trailing fingers across the waistband of my sweats, toying with the hem-then up again.

She smiled, watching me squirm beneath her.

"You're so easy to read," she murmured. "I like that."

I swallowed, chest heaving. "Is that a bad thing?"

Selene shook her head, nose brushing mine. "Not at all. I want you to be honest and responsive."

Her fingers slipped under my shirt, dragging it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of bare skin like she was unwrapping a present.

She pulled it off entirely and tossed it somewhere behind her, then sat back just enough to look at me properly.

Her gaze roamed my chest, lips parting. "Damn," she whispered. "You're even sexier than I imagined."

"You imagined?" I asked, a little breathless.

She grinned like she'd been caught. "Oh, Zeke. You only ever focused on your car and your comics, it made me sad to know you didn't notice me, and every time I'd come into my room and touch myself to the thoughts of you slutting me out."

Fuck, how did I manage to get this goddess to drool over me? A stupid unaccomplished virgin is about to get laid by a freaking goddess.

Her hands moved lower, nails scraping softly along my abs, then up her own body. She took my hand and guided it to her thigh, up until I could feel the lace edge of her underwear.

"Touch me," she said softly. "But listen to me while you do. Do exactly what I say."

I nodded, throat too dry to speak.

"Start slow," she whispered, guiding my fingers along the outside of her panties. "Gentle, just like that. Let me warm up to you."

My fingertips traced the fabric, and her breath hitched. She rolled her hips into my hand, eyes fluttering half-closed.

"Now use two fingers. Press-yes, right there."

The fabric was already damp, and I could feel the heat of her even through it. She moaned, low and controlled, like she didn't want to give me too much too fast.

"Good boy," she murmured. "Now pull my panties to the side and insert two fingers."

I did, my breath catching as my fingers brushed over bare, slick pussy. Her thighs tensed around my hand, her nails digging into my shoulder.

"Start circling. Gently. Slow and steady," she said, breath stuttering. "Keep your eyes on my face. I want to see you watching me come."

I obeyed, fingers moving in soft, rhythmic circles. Her mouth fell open, her head tipping back as her hips rocked into me.

"Faster," she breathed. "Add a little more pressure."

I adjusted, and she gasped, like really gasped-like I'd pressed some hidden switch.

"Right there. Stay there. Don't stop."

Her breathing grew erratic, hands clutching my shoulders, her body trembling slightly above mine. Her pussy clenching hard in my fingers as I thrust in and out.

God she felt so fucking warm.

"Fuck, Zeke," she moaned, grinding harder into my hand. "You're doing so well."

Her voice dropped an octave, turned breathy and unfiltered. "Yes baby, continue doing that."

I swallowed hard. "You're doing all the work."

She smiled, dazed and wicked. "And you're doing everything right."

Her thighs started to shake. I could feel it-the tension rising, coiling tight like a spring.

"Zeke-" she gasped, clutching my wrist, "don't you dare stop."

My hand moved faster, matching the rhythm she set, fingers working her in just the right way. Her whole body was trembling now, lips parted, eyes heavy with want. Her mouth fell open like she was about to cry out-

And then she stopped herself, pulling my hand away with a shaky gasp.

"Not yet," she whispered, eyes wild and dark with lust. "I want you inside me when I come."

I stared at her, dazed. My fingers were slick, and she looked like a goddess caught mid-thunderstorm.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my jaw. "You're about to find out what that feels like, pretty boy."

She grabbed the fingers that were just in her oussy, setting it at the entrance of my lips.

"Go on, taste me."

My tongue tugged out of my lips and I popped the two fingers into my mouth.

She tasted like salt water, fucking heavenly. I wanted more, more of her pussy juices, more of her moaning.

"Before you fuck me we need some ground rules like Safe words," she said, voice steady. "We pick one that means 'stop, immediately' and another for 'slow down' or 'check in.' Communication isn't sexy, but it's essential."

I nodded, heart pounding. "Safe word... Maroon for stop?"

"Perfect," she smiled. "Yellow for slow."

The room seemed to shrink to just us, the world outside fading as she traced her fingers down my chest.

"Now," Selene whispered, "let's try something."

Her lips met mine, softer this time.

The first thing I register is the sound. Not her voice-the click of leather against metal. A subtle clink, like she's assembling a weapon.

She'd managed to convince me to do her bidding, my wrists were already strapped to the bedposts, stretched wide. The tension pulling across my chest as the leather cuffs bite into my skin.

My ankles are bound the same way, completely spread and exposed.

I lift my head, just barely, and there she is. Selene, y goddes in a black corset and thigh-high boots, a goddamn whip twirling between her fingers like it's an extension of her will.

"Safeword?" she purrs.

"Maroon, Yellow and Gun," I rasp.

My cock was already aching, and precum leaked out and she hadn't even touched me yet.

"Good boy."

She straddles my thighs but doesn't settle. Just perches there, smirking like a queen on her throne. Then she leans in-slow, methodical-and clamps something around the base of my cock.

"Don't move you cock abruptly or you could injure yourself, pretty boy. Cock rings can be quite dangerous." The sweetness in her voice made my cock jerk from excitement and the cock ring dug deeper into my skin.

I hissed through my teeth, with every nerve in my body going haywire.

My cock was already beetroot red and I needed to release soon, or I'd lose my fucking mind.

"Oh, you thought you were going to come tonight?" she laughs softly. "How cute."

Selene brings out a slim silver vibrator, and my body goes rigid. Where the fuck is that going into?

She presses down on my abdomen, and my hips buck instinctively at the contact.

"Is this okay?"

"...Yes," I choke.

She lubes it, slides it slowly into my pee hole, I expected pain but there's nothing. My back arched off the bed and she shushed me like a child throwing a tantrum.

"You'll thank me later."

Then she turns it on, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood I can feel it everywhere.

When I get close to cumming she stops the vibrator, and her hands take over stroking me enough to my my thighs shake but then she always pulls away.

"Look at you," she says at one point, running her nails down my chest until she reaches my hips. "So desperate to lose your virginity to me."

I feel her teeth a second before they sink into the side of my neck, marking me possessively.

I groan, head lolling, letting her take whatever she wants.

And when she finally takes the vibrator out and replaces it with her hands on my cock, stroking it slowly I nearly scream out in pleasure.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes, fuck-Goddess, please-"

Her nails scrape my inner thighs, dangerously close.

"Too bad."

She presses the vibrator against my swollen cock instead. A whimper, escapes my mouth. A fucking whimper. My whole body's trembling now, soaked with sweat, and still straining against the restraints.

I think she's going to stop again but instead her mouth replaces the vibrator, I feel it deep in the back of her throat, her teeth grazes me a bit and I tremble underneath her.

I feel it coming again, and I think Selene does to as she bops her head faster, taking my balls and cock into her mouth at the same fucking time.

"I- I am- fuck-" I stammered.

My balls unload into her mouth, but Selene doesn't stop. She sucked harder, milking every drop out of me.

"That was a lot of cum," she whispers. "Do you think you still have more for me, pretty boy?"

Selene straddled my lap, her lips wet and swollen from our last kiss, her breath ghosting over my jaw like a whisper of ash.

"You did good tonight," she murmured, dragging her nails down my chest. "Better than I expected."

I chuckled breathlessly, muscles still twitching from the last round. "Is that a compliment, or a challenge?"

"A bit of both." She smirked, but there was something softer behind it. "Zeke."

"Yeah?"

She shifted, grinding lightly against me. Not enough to start anything. Just enough to make me listen.

"I want you to dominate me, now."

I blinked. "Wait. What?"

"You heard me."

My heart thundered in my chest, not from arousal-though that was there too, obviously-but from sheer surprise.

"You mean like... now?"

"No." She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Yes, tonight. If you want to."

I swallowed. "Selene, I've never- I don't know how to do that. I mean, you know I've never gone further than opening the door for a woman."

She pulled back just enough to look at me. "I won't make you do something you aren't comfortable doing"

"But what if I screw it up?"

Her expression softened, impossibly warm for someone who once made me beg all night.

"You won't." Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently. "I'll tell you what I like. What I need. But you're the one who'll decide how it happens. I'll follow you."

I stared at her, not because I didn't believe her-but because I did.

"And if I get it wrong?" I asked quietly.

She smiled. Really smiled. Not her usual devilish grin. This one was... honest.

"Then I'll show you how to get it right."

I let the silence stretch, my hands resting on her thighs, my pulse wild beneath her.

This was more than sex.

It was trust.

It was power, one I had never been offered before in my life.

And damn it, I wanted it.

"You're sure?" I asked one last time.

Selene leaned down until our foreheads touched. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I kissed her, deep and slow. Then pulled back and whispered against her mouth-

"Then show me how to make you feel good, goddess."

Selene lay back on the bed, hair fanned out like a halo of ink, wrists resting loosely above her head.

"I don't know what I'm doing," I admitted, kneeling between her thighs. My voice was rougher than I expected. Already changed. Already darker.

She smiled, lazy and smug. "I want you to learn me."

God, she made it sound sacred.

I reached for her hands, guided them to the headboard.

"Keep them there," I said.

Her brows lifted.

I leaned in, kissed her collarbone. "That wasn't a suggestion."

The flush that spread across her cheeks wasn't embarrassment-it was pure arousal.

"Oh," she whispered, eyes dilating. "Yes, sir."

Fuck.

That did something to me.

I found a silk tie from the nightstand, not wanting to use the same cuffs on she used on me on her.

I bound her wrists tight but not too tight and she watched me intently, accessing every move I took.

"You good?"

She nodded, then said sweetly, "I'll be better when you stop talking and start fucking do you bidding to me."

I smiled. "Brat."

Her eyes flared.

I dragged her panties down her thighs, so slowly it made her squirm, when the fabric was fully discarded I turned her over slightly, outlining her ass before spanking it hard.

She gasped, eyes going wide. Her mouth fell open.

"You like that?" I asked.

She hesitated-then nodded, cheeks flushed.

"Use your words."

"Yes," she whispered. "More."

I spanked her again, a little harder a cheek at a time, and each time my palm made contact with her ass, she jolted, hips buckling eagerly.

"You like being punished?" I asked, kneeling behind her, pushing her thighs apart.

"I like it when it's you." Her voice was ragged. "You make me feel... out of control."

A sense of confidence clouds me as I chuckled low. "I'm glad you do."

I slid my fingers over her soaked folds, circling her clit but never touching it directly. She writhed, biting her lip.

"Zeke-"

"Shhh." I leaned down, breath hot against her center. "I'm going to try what you did to me to you."

Her head snapped back. "What?"

"You said I could do whatever I wanted." My fingers teased her entrance, slipping in just enough to make her moan. "You didn't think I'd go easy on you, did you?"

She growled in disappointment and I laughed. "So sensitive already. What would happen if I just... left you like this?"

"Zeke," she gasped. "Don't you dare-"

I pulled away.

She whimpered.

"Holy shit," I whispered. "That's your kink."

Her eyes burned. "Stop it, Zeke. Touch me already."

"if that's what is you want."

I dropped between between her thighs, my tongue coming in contact with her dripping pussy and I lapped on it likes u had something to prove.

My middle and index fingers plunge deep into her pussy as my tongue latches on.

"God, Zeke. Don't stop, please."

"Zeke-I'm close-I'm-"

I stopped.

She screamed in frustration. "You bastard."

I grinned. "Say 'please.'"

"Fuck you."

I spanked her again.

"Please!" she moaned. "Please let me come. I need it-I need you."

That's all it took.

I buried my face back in her pussy and didn't stop until she, came in my mouth screaming my name like it hurt to say it.

Her legs shook around my shoulders, her wrists strained against the tie as I continued to lap her juices like a thirsty caveman. she collapsed into the bed, completely wrecked, I kissed her inner thigh like a gentleman.

"You okay?" I whispered.

She looked at me with pure awe. "What the hell did you just do to me?"

I smirked.

"Followed your teachings."

She hadn't stopped shaking. Sprawled across the bed, wrists still bound, mouth parted in pure wreckage.

I didn't give her long.

"Not done," I said, crawling up her body.

Her eyes fluttered open, and I saw it: that bratty little spark that refused to stay ruined.

"Again?" she teased, breathless. "I thought this was your first time."

I grabbed her chin, forced her to look at me. "Don't test me, sweetheart."

She smirked, all sin. "Or what?"

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

"I'll eat your pussy you until you're crying. I'll make you beg so sweet your voice breaks."

Her breath hitched.

And fuck if that didn't make my cock throb.

I kissed her, slow and filthy then slid two fingers inside her while my thumb circled her clit just enough to tease.

Her legs clenched.

"Zeke-"

"Not yet."

I brought her to the brink, over and over-watching her twist beneath me, her body desperate, mind unravelling.

She was sobbing.

"Please," she gasped. "Please, I can't-Zeke, please let me come."

I held still, just inside her, watching her fall apart.

"Say you're mine."

She choked out a breath. "I'm yours."

"Say you're my good girl."

She trembled. "I'm your good girl."

"Beg."

She cracked.

"Please, Daddy," she whispered. "Please make me come. I'll be so good-I'll do whatever you want-just please fuck me."

That snapped something in me.

I untied her wrists, flipped her over, and dragged her ass up with a firm hand.

"Hands on the headboard. Don't move."

"Yes, sir."

I lined up behind her and slid in.

Fuck, I am actually having sex and she feels so good taking my cock inch by inch, her pussy swallowing me completely.

"Oh my god-"

"You feel that?" I growled against her shoulder, slamming in harder now. "That's mine."

I slammed faster into her, gripping her hips then reached up to wrap a hand around her throat.

She matched my pace with the same intensity, fucking me back as her pussy tightened around my cock.

"Louder," I said. "I want everyone to know who's fucking you."

"Zeke"

I pulled out, rolled her over, and sat back on the bed.

"Ride me."

She blinked, dazed and wrecked. "What?"

"You said you'd do anything." I gripped her hips and dragged her over me. "Show me."

She slid down onto me with a broken moan, thighs trembling, body already fried.

But damn-she still rode me like a queen.

I let her take over, just for a minute.

Catching one of her tits in my mouth as she bounced on my cock and her mouth parted like she couldn't believe how deep I reached.

I wrapped a hand back around her throat and whispered:

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," she gasped. "Only yours."

"And what are you?"

She moaned louder. "Your good girl."

"No," I growled, grabbing her ass and slamming her down harder.

"You're mine."

Her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed into my chest, shaking, crying out my name like a prayer.

And I held her there, my arms wrapped tightly around her and my cock still rock hard inside her.

"Holy shit," I whispered into her hair.

She chuckled weakly. "First time huh?"

Fuck, I am in love and addicted.

Troy ~

"What do you mean? She's a freaking adult, why do I for some reason have to take care of her?" I asked, leaning forward placing my elbow on the desk. "I haven't even met the girl before."

"Well, that's part of your wife's will. So if you want your shares you have to live with your step daughter, Lauren until her 23rd birthday." Ross, my assistance informs me.

I have this bubbling urge to fucking throw him out of my office or just fire his fucking ass, but this isn't his fault.

This was my own fucking doing. I knew Felicia had a daughter, she'd mentioned her briefly in our entire three years of dating and two months marriage, but she never delved deeper and the girl never visited us once.

My relationship with Felicia was strictly business; contracted if you must add.

I didn't want to end up with Bryce Monroe's daughter, Isabel and she was tired of going on blind dates.

My wife-ex wife had been sick for the entirety of our relationship, after four years together I get 15% of Rosewood Frangrances but now I can't due to her new condition.

"She'll be here in the morning. She's packing up the rest of her stuff from the dorm today. I forgot to add, she just graduated from NYU last weekend." Ross says, shaking me from my thoughts.

"I'm still not okay with taking in a girl I have never met in my life and giving her a room in my house." I snap, still agitated and taking out on the only person close to me, Ross.

What do I fucking do with her? My family didn't fucking teach me shit about being a father or being selfless.

"Think about the shares, boss."

"I'm trying, but you're aware about how much I love my space. Her twenty third birthday is in two weeks, can't she stay with her grand father until then? I mean she can learn somethings about the business from him."

I pick up my tablet, going through my schedule for tomorrow. Fucking hell, there's a fundraiser dinner tomorrow and I can't freaking miss it.

"I don't know if she plans to follow in her mother's footsteps but Felicia made it clear that her daughter shouldn't be anywhere close to her grandfather."

I liked my wife but now, I am not sure if she ever did.

"Until then for the next two weeks, you can do to her as you wish."

My cock jerks at his comment. You can do with her as you wish. Like she's mine.

I need to get laid, and soon. Imagine getting hard at the idea of owning my ex wife's daughter that I have no idea what she looks like.

Despite my relationship being fake and solely about business, I never found pleasure outside. Felicia was so focused on building her empire without the help of Charles Rochester, that my needs weren't part of her concerns, not like I am complaining.

I sigh defeated, I guess for the next two weeks I will have to play the role of a stepfather.

I can keep busy while she stays in the condo or even explore the city. I'm never around anyway, how hard can it be?

I assign Ross to go over looking for a suitable condo for her, so she won't have any hassle moving out when the time comes.

"I will leave a key at the front desk, my schedule is jam-packed tomorrow, is there anything else I should know about her?"

"No, from what I've seen in her records she's an exemplary student with no history. She did spend most of her time studying and volunteering so I doubt she will cause any trouble."

"I guess that's it." There's no need fighting the inevitable and look like a fucking asshole.

|•|

"Drew," I say as I answer the house line. The doorman is the only one with the number.

"Good evening, Mr. Vance. A certain Ms. Lang is here for you."

No fucking way. Yvette Lang, the daughter of one of our biggest investors and one of the few people aware of the arrangement with Felicia, she's never failed to on multiple occasions whisper how she'd love to warm my bed.

No doubt that I toyed with the idea at the start of the relationship, but I decided against it.

But now, single and ragingly horny there was now reason to. Mutual sex won't sound so bad now.

"Send Ms. Lang up." I tell Drew before hanging up, I figured Yvette would be meeting me tomorrow during the party but I guess there has been a change of plans.

Maybe I could get some while she's here, holy shit I don't have any condoms but I bet she does.

Yve is one of the few women who is open about her sex life, she's fucking hot with long brown hair and even longer legs that begged to be wrapped around my waist.

I wait by the elevator for her arrival, owning the entire top floor of the building has its perks but it also means long elevator rides.

When the door finally opens, Yve comes in sewing her hood towards me. Her long brown hair is pulled into a pony tail exposing her neck and her shoulders.

Her emerald dress hugs at her curves perfectly, showing off her long legs.

"Is it too sudden to remind you of my offer?" She says getting right to the point.

She's never been one to sugarcoat a thing, she understood my loyalty to Felicia but it is obvious things have changed.

She wraps her hands around my neck, she's almost at my eye level which is pretty impressive seeing as I am 6'4.

"What do you think?" I tease, pulling her closer looking into her deep hazel eyes.

She's fully pressed to me but my body doesn't seem to react. Maybe it's because I've not had sex in a while my cock doesn't remember how to react when a woman is close.

"Mhm," she whispers against my mouth but before her lips touch mine the elevator chimes, revealing someone that somehow has the power to make my limp cock wake, it presses hard against my zipper.

If this is Lauren then I am royally fucked, I've never seen someone look so fucking pure and perfect like her.

I brush Yve off softly, stepping around her and adjust myself because my hard cock is visible in this pants.

Yve gives me a flirty smile and I am unable to break her heart by telling her she's not responsible for it.

How can I tell her that the idea of my stepdaughter turns me on more than her feel on my body?

I glance over at where the girl is standing, she's got her mothers grey's eyes one I didn't notice until now

She's short, around 5'3 and is fucking curvy. The exact opposite of my type. She's wearing jeans and a tank top that barely hides her full breasts. Her short black locks fall over her face and it makes her look freshly fucked.

Jesus Christ, this girl might as well put me in a fucking bottle.

Her mouth gapes as her gaze moves from me to Yve, I can feel my heartbeat deep in my cock, and I try to focus on anything but these forbidden fantasies of mine.

Two weeks.

"I'm sorry, I was expecting you over tomorrow. Let me show you around."

She nods her head quietly, not taking her eyes off Yvette who's still in the room.

She seems shy and quiet which is fine by me, but the fleeting thought of someone taking advantage of her innocence. I shake the thought away from my head, and try to focus on the matter at hand.

"This was your mother's room." I say, and stop for a moment. "You can take what you want and we can donate the rest."

"That's my room down there at the end of the hall," I say pointing, "and this is yours here." We stop right in front of her door and open it.

She brushes past me and I braids a bit of her sweet butterscotch scent and I nearly drop to my knees.

She's too young to be having this grave effect on me, but when I open my eyes I see her looking at me intently and back to the floor.

She seems so submissive, and ready to be ruined by me.

Goddamn, I need to be balls deep in a pussy. Preferably one that doesn't belong to a twenty-two-year-old Lauren Rochester.

"Thank you, Mr. Vance." she whispers softly, and I realise this is the first time she's spoken. Her voice is welcoming, and so warm, making me wonder how loud and long I could make her scream my name.

"Troy, call me Troy."

"Thank you, Troy."

I nod in response, unable to bear her presence any longer. I've got to get the fuck out of this place.

Yve is still waiting, I grab her hand and pull her towards the elevator.

"Are you okay?" She asks, a concerned look on her face.

"I'll explain later."

Honestly, I have no freaking clue how to explain I want to fuck my stepdaughter.