As my thong slides down to my knees, I realize something; you don’t mess with an alpha unless you are prepared to face the consequences.
I swallow deep. I know Baron, but I don’t know him and certainly would have never expected anything like this from him. As I look down at the enormous bulge in his pants, hiding something scary I’ve never seen before, a sense of dread swims through me like a chill, a cold snake beating back the overwhelming heat threatening to consume me.
His eyes are a predator’s eyes and I’m his prey. He’s a lion, and I’m a wounded gazelle. There is simply no escape. There’s nothing but ownership in his eyes. As far as he’s concerned, I belong to him now. I guess I just came with the package when he married my mom. But a stepdad’s supposed to protect his stepdaughter. Not…do this.
I’m starting to sweat as he thumbs the button on his pants. The hem springs open, and the force from within even tugs his zipper halfway down. Whatever he’s got in there, it’s a monster.
“You sure love showing that ass off,” he mutters. “Why don’t you show it off for me now?”
My breath catches in my chest, and I look up at him, hoping to see some sign in his eyes that he’s joking, but all I see there is remorseless amusement. An impending sense of dread starts to push on me, like a terrible pressure from the universe, and any thoughts that this might be ending soon are ripped from my mind.
“Pixie, Pixie. This is what happens when you play with fire. Don’t act all innocent now. Turn around and show me that ass of yours you love so
much.”
“Baron—”
“Shut up,” he snaps. “You can’t talk your way out of this one, princess. Turn around. I want to see how red you still are.”
Oh, yeah. That’s right…from the spanking he gave me.
As I’m searching for the strength to obey him and will my body into action, Baron helps me by taking me by the hips and twisting me around. I almost trip as my ankles catch like two pieces of linguine, but manage to brace myself against the wall with my back to him. Still not satisfied, he tilts my hips back so my back is arched, and I’m on full display for him.
My cheeks burning, I press my face against the cold concrete wall and close my eyes. For a second, I think about screaming. My mom is upstairs, but I can’t imagine the kind of punishment I’d be forced to endure if I do. I don’t even know if my mom would come running. She’d probably just think I was being a drama queen or something and stay in bed with her iPad.
“That’s a fucking ass all right,” Baron muses from behind me. I can practically feel his eyes on me. He’s right; this is completely different than how it felt when I was strutting around with my clothes on. “A nice, plump, eighteen-year-old ass that only a man can handle. Still nice and red, I see. Like a nice ripe apple. Let me ask you something, Pixie. Princess. Did you like it when I spanked you?”
I feel his body heat as he moves closer. He’s right on top of me now. “No…”
“Bullshit,” he growls, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “You loved it. That’s why you disobeyed me again. That’s why you went out to the car with that little prick. You want this. You want more punishment, and I’m going to give it to you.”
The sting from his belt against my butt shocks me, but before I can cry out, his hand clamps down on my mouth, muffling my scream. “That’s what little sluts deserve, princess. But don’t worry; I’m only going to hurt you a little.”
He brings the belt down again, this time on my other cheek, and I whimper into his callused palm. I’m truly, completely under his control.
“Did you think you were going to give that little pussy away to him? Not a chance, princess. Not a chance.”
Fear has me paralyzed. Not even the pain on my butt can move me; Baron has to do it. Hands on my hips, he twists me around again as though I’m nothing more than a doll. I’m facing him, and he roughly knocks my legs apart wider by kicking me on the inside of my ankles. The cool rush of air on my womanhood feels like an invasive touch, and I plead with my eyes as he unzips his pants the rest of the way.
Stop. Please, don’t.
But Baron isn’t stopping. He pulls his cock out of his pants and lets it rest in his hand.
Enormous. Thick. Angry. Those are the first words that come into my mind when I see it. It may be my first, but I know enough to know that it’s a monster. He spits into his palm and moistens his shaft, then nods at me.
“Let me see you play with your pussy, Pixie. Show me what a woman you are.”
Is he joking? The embarrassment and shame I’ve felt up until now will be nothing in comparison to the pain I’ll feel if he forces me to do that. That’s so…private. I barely even do it when I’m by myself, let alone in front of my stepfather. But his eyes betray nothing. He’s serious. What was it he said about Harry just wanting to take me and use me and then toss me aside? It seems like he’s the one who wants to do that.
“I can’t…”
“I didn’t ask you to talk,” he says. “In fact, I didn’t ask you to do anything. I told you to play with that sweet little pussy, and that’s what I expect you to do.”
Tears form in my eyes, but I close them and push them away. No. I’m not going to cry. He can’t see me do that. That would mean he’s won, and I can’t let that happen.
I can do this. I will, and then it will be all over.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly move my hand down, down, down between my legs until I find it, the spot that gets me there. Only this time when I touch it, my body responds differently.