“Christ, it’s impossible to teach you anything, isn’t it, princess? You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you? Just go around flaunting what you’ve got and doing what you want, right?”
I can’t respond. My tongue doesn’t seem to want to work. I realize my legs are spread wide open and quickly close them. Baron glares at me then snaps his fingers in my face.
“Answer me!”
“I—I don’t know what to say!” I blurt out, fully admitting just how lost I am. When I was alone, I wanted him with me – to save me – and now that I’m with him, I want him gone.
Or do I…?
“Don’t act like you don’t want me,” he growls, leaning over me, each of his massive arms flanking me like tall stone pillars. “You wear those outfits for me. You tease me. You come for me and then you act like you don’t know what you’re doing.”
I’m so exposed. He’s tearing down my defenses, peeling back layers of my psyche that I never even knew existed. It’s painful, but he’s right. Of course I wasn’t just doing those things to spite him; I wanted him to look at me, and even though his eyes are filled with fury right now, I still want them on me.
“I—”
“Do you know what I would have done to that little son of a bitch, Harry, if he’d laid a fucking finger on you?” he says, his tone iced and threatening. Slowly, he reaches out and drags a finger up my leg, causing me to shiver. When he reaches my knees, he forces them open, and I’m powerless to stop him.
Jesus, I’m giving in to him, aren’t I?
My body continues to quiver as he continues moving upwards, unrelenting, up my thigh toward the heat that’s slowly building, compounding, threatening to consume me. Every nerve in my body is tweaked with anticipation. What is he going to do next? Will it be a repeat of last time, or is he going to go all the way?
“Only one man deserves you, princess,” Baron tells me as his fingertip reaches the spot. My core tightens and my body practically convulses as the sensation hits me. “And we both know who that is.”
Maybe I’ve lost my mind.
Maybe I’m the crazy one.
But although I’m terrified, although I remember what happened two nights ago, and although I am probably suffering from full-blown Stockholm syndrome…I have to admit that I’m excited.
Claim me…
The words I wish I could scream at him. Finish the job. Stop teasing me and twisting me and torturing me with things I don’t understand. He obviously wants me, so what is he waiting for?
Like the men and women dancing in the foyer, Baron and I have been dancing for some time now. But it’s been a quiet, silent, secret dance, involving stolen glances, unspoken words and forbidden moments. He’s my stepfather for crying out loud, and I’ve been teasing him with my body and loving every second of it.
What a harsh realization to have. And to think that it took all of this to get me to it.
With two fingers, Baron pulls my panties aside. I barely have a moment to breathe before he slips them in me.
So wet. So ready. I had no idea until now.
My jaw falls open, but no sound escapes my lips.
“I knew you were tight, princess, but goddamn,” Baron whispers, his breath tingling my ear. As he curls his fingers, it’s like a lightning bolt inside me. I throw my arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders and hold on for dear life as he massages a spot inside me that I never knew existed. “No other man will ever touch you after I’m done with you. You’re mine now.”
10
Pixie
I’m starting to understand him now. His methods may be completely unorthodox, maybe even completely wrong to most, but somehow I’m slowly giving myself to him.
He never even gave me a chance. If he had, I would have gone running away. And who wouldn’t? He is still my stepfather, which makes this completely wrong…right?
There’s no time to think. The confident precision with which Baron moves his fingers has me already speeding toward a climax, and when he moves his lips from my ear to my mouth, I go over the edge.
“That’s it, princess. Let me feel that juicy, teenage cunt come on my fingers,” he growls, coaxing me as I find my voice and manage to whimper as my body convulses. “And then I’m going to claim you with my cock. Feel how hard you make me?”
It’s all I can do to maintain consciousness as I soar higher than I’ve ever been before, so Baron does it for me; he takes my hand and presses it against his crotch. The fabric of his suit-pants is thin, and I can feel the outline of his hard cock. For some reason, all I can think about is him exploding all over me the other night.