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.

~Lauren

My relationship with my mother was basically non-existent, she shipped me off to Spain for high school and didn't even bother to attend either of my graduations.

I could say her dying should be a pass but was it really? Whenever I reached out to her she found new ways to shut me down.

When I heard she was married I thought he was the reason she never paid any attention to me but after seeing him with another woman yesterday I am beginning to rethink that thought.

"Stepdad." The word rolls off my tongue smoothly, he was nothing like I expected. When I thought of a stepfather, I thought of an old man with streaks of grey locks or who looked like the fathers of some of the girls at the dorm.

But from the looks of it my mother liked them young, Troy looks like he's in his mid-thirties and just stepped out of a magazine.

He didn't like me though, it showed from the moment I stepped into the condo and his black eyes landed on mine. The playful smile he had for the woman in his arms dropped immediately.

I'm pretty sure I cockblocked him but I couldn't explain the jealousy that ran through my veins at the sight, and it wasn't because he was cheating on me but because he was mine.

I strutted into the kitchen in a thong and a sheer bralette, I could feel my nipple hardening from the cold air in the room.

Or maybe Troy, who was situated at the stove shirtless and in sweatpants that hung low.

He didn't notice me immediately but his shoulders tensed the second I leaned on the counter.

"What are you doing?" His voice was tight.

I looked at him confused, I only came here to make breakfast.

"Go put on some clothes."

Oh.

I smiled, "Why should I? You're not wearing much either."

He turned, fully taking me in and those black eyes of his planted straight on my chest.

I was always so proud of my breasts, not too big but eye-catching*

I took a step closing the distance between us.

"Lauren." He warned, like he still had control of this situation.

"Yes, daddy?"

Troy froze like I'd just kneed his balls, his fingers tightened around the spatula in his hand like it was the only thing stopping him from doing something reckless.

He looked at me like he was peeling me with those eyes of his, in a primal starving way.

If I had decided to bend over right now, I'm half certain he would see a wet patch around my pussy.

He bent over, letting his hot breath fan against the nook of my neck and my nipples hardened even more.

Fuck, I squeezed my legs together needing some type of friction to ease my need.

His tongue darted out wetting his lower lips and I watched it in slow motion, wishing they were on my pussy instead.

"While you're in my house you dress appropriately, not in a way that makes me want to see all of you." He breathed out.

"You want to see all of me?"

He shakes his head, unwilling to accept his growing desire for me. "You are still a child, Lauren."

"I am twenty two, and I do not look anything like a child."

He gulped, shaking his head again as my chest heaved up and down.

"No, this conversation ends here, go to your room and get dressed."

He didn't wait for my response, he just turned back to the stove, stirring the eggs with his jaw clenched.

"I will go get dressed," I said sweetly, dragging each syllable. "But just so you know, daddy it's not my outfit that makes you want me. It is me."

His hand paused mid-stir and I smiled to myself, hopping out of the kitchen knowing damn well his eyes were trained on my retreating figure.

My body buzzed with excitement as I made my way back to my room, I can't believe I just did that.

I can feel the wetness between my legs making my thong stick to me, I needed to cum. Bad.

I paused at the entrance, glancing from my room to his and I can't help but smile.

What other things could I do to make him snap like that, to make him put me on my knees and shove that hard cock of his in my mouth, fucking my throat till tears spill from my eyes as his cum fills my mouth?

I walk into his room and slide my panties down, I toss them to the floor and grab a pillow off the bed.

One thing I learned from staying with people was how to masturbate in silence. No man had looked at me with such fiery hunger like Troy did, he wanted to rip my clothes off me and I knew it, I could feel it.

It made me more alive in years than anything else had and I reveled in it.

I needed to be quick before he walked in on me, I glanced around the room searching for the perfect spot best for what I have in mind.

I don't see any so I place it on the floor and I straddle it, I spread my legs wider and I start to move my hips faster.

My eyes close and Troy's face fills my head.

I can hear his voice egging me to continue, "You're so naughty, Lauren. You couldn't wait for my cock now you're fucking my pillow."

"Fuck, yes daddy."

"Go on, ride that pillow like you would my face and my cock. Go faster little pest."

I rub my pussy harder against the pillow, pretending it is his lap I am straddling, I imagine rubbing my clit against his strained cock using him for my pleasure while he sits completely still fighting not to touch me.

I press myself further into the pillow and I shudder at the shock of desire that shoots through my spine, he'd be so powerless to his desires.

"You look so beautiful riding that pillow, pest." His voice is thick with need.

I close my eyes tighter, imagining him slamming me on his desk, spreading my legs wider as he feasts using his tongue and fingers to prepare my tight pussy for his cock.

Oh God, I'm so close.

Every move of my hips sends different streaks of pleasure through my spine and body. My climax rippled through me and I could nearly see black.

I shudder, rolling over as I collapse on the floor, I look at the wet spot my cum has left behind and a triumphant smile plants my face.

If I came this hard just thinking about Troy, how will it be in real time?