I did exactly as he said, feeling filthy and sexy at the same time as I spread my cheeks and held them apart for him. I could hear his breaths growing ragged now and I too was coming closer.
Dominic pressed my knees tightly together between his, and the friction between us was intensified suddenly. I moaned hard and loud into his bed as he picked up rhythm. I knew he was close, and so I let go, closing my eyes and letting my senses guide me higher and higher with each buck of his hips. Finally, my entire body clenched hard, and Dominic held his thrust deep within me letting out a groan.
It was like my entire being was shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, my body flexed and shivered and pleasure seemed to travel through every last inch of my body. Utter release and warmth filled me with a sense of exhaustion. Dominic fell beside me on the bed and lay on his back, naked and spent.
“That was even better than I imagined,” he grinned. “And let me tell you, I’ve imagined it…a lot.”
“Yeah, I said breathing hard. You want to do it again?”
Daddy’s Naughty Little Girl
(Taboo Step Daughter Fantasy)
I glanced at the clock as I slipped a hand down my short skirt and touched my delicate flesh. I just got home, and according to my mother's note she and my step father would be home any minute. But I couldn’t help it. Just thinking of my billionaire step father, Jonathan, made me want to finger myself. My mother started dating him four years ago when I was sixteen. It had been a whirlwind relationship, and only eight months later they were married and we moved into his sprawling mansion on South Beach. Fast-forward four years and we have been one big happy family ever since. Except for the fact that I had a wicked crush on Jonathan.
I glanced at the clock again. I had to get a move on.
I generally don't keep track of when my parents come and go. But today was different. Today they had left their bedroom door unlocked and slightly ajar (I just happened to notice it when I walked to my room). This never happens. Moreover, shortly after their marriage, they told me in-no-uncertain-terms that I was never, ever to enter their 'private sanctuary.' Of course, you can imagine the effect this had on me: there was nothing I wanted more than to snoop in their bedroom. What did they have in there that was so off limits? So forbidden?
I left the bathroom and walked down the hall towards their secret door. “Just one minute,” I told myself sternly, taking a step forward into the massive room.
It was beautiful, with large French windows that opened to an expansive balcony overlooking South Beach. The bed was encased in an ornate metal frame that closely mimicked delicate vines. I touched the cold steel, admiring the beauty, and I gently ran my hand along the top of the red satin bedcovers, the kind you see in porn videos. I wondered how often my mother made love to him, and how it felt.
There was a matching red satin robe that hung from an outstretched hand protruding from the bedframe. I buried my face into it, taking in its scent. I put it on, then slowly and deliberately climbed onto the bed, crawling seductively towards the mirrored wall behind the pillows while pretending to be an erotic sex vixen.
“You naughty little thing, Kirsten” I whispered to myself. “You’ll be punished if Jonathan catches you.” I pouted my voluptuous lips as I stared at my reflection. I slowly slipped my panties off and raised my skirt and robe to expose myself, and then pointed my curvaceous ass towards the mirror to stare at my wet, velvety sheath. "Mmm, yeah daddy," I fantasized, "You want to fuck me? You want to spread me open and plunge your massive cock inside of me?"
If only he wasn't my step father. Then I wouldn’t have to pretend. I let out a soft moan, collapsed into the silky fabric and closed my eyes. “If only,” I whispered longingly, curling a tendril of my long blond hair delicately between my fingers.
Just then I heard a door open and felt the faintest whooshing of air as it flowed through the house. My heart jumped; Jonathan and my mother had returned. I hopped off the bed, threw the robe back over the outstretched hand and quickly smoothed the bedspread back to the pristine state it had been in.
“Kirsten?” my mother called from below. “Kirsten, honey, if you're home can you help me carry in the groceries?” I quickly and quietly ran out of the room and bounded down the stairs.
“Hi mom. Of course. Sorry, I was just upstairs studying for a couple of exams." I could feel my face burning, and if it weren't for my smooth, even tan, surely my guilt would have been revealed.
Jonathan followed her in a moment later, his eyes meeting mine for a brief second. I tried to give him a polite smile, but I quickly looked away out of shame. I had been fantasizing about him—every bit of him—and I irrationally imagined that if I looked too long, he would somehow discover what I had been daydreaming about.
Grateful for the diversion I continued out to the car, taking a minute to breathe. When I composed myself again, I returned, carrying the heavy bags back inside and placing them onto the kitchen counter.
As I was putting the groceries away I suddenly panicked. MY PANTIES! Where had I left them?! My hands were instantly numb as adrenaline pulsed into my veins and I nearly lost my grip on the jar. I turned and rushed out the door.
“I think I might have forgotten something!” I called back loudly over my shoulder to explain my haste. I traced my steps with eyes flashing left and right. 'Where are they?' I frantically asked myself. Not in the kitchen, the entryway, or on the pathway that led to the car.
I felt my stomach drop and a lump form in my throat as my heart continued to beat wildly. I rushed up the stairs, and just as I came to the door of their bedroom Jonathan came out. I nearly barreled into him, but I stopped just in time, my breath ragged and nervous.
His eyes burned into mine and the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly. “Something wrong,” he asked.
I shook my head. “Just thought I might have left a light on,” I squeaked timidly.
“Oh. I though you might have been looking for something.” His eyes never left mine as the words screamed into my ears and echoed through my brain.
“Oh god.” He knew. He must have found them. My cheeks burned and I felt light-headed as my lungs struggled for a breath. I couldn’t bear his stare, I couldn’t bear his knowing. I turned on my heels and headed for the door; I knew I couldn’t come back. It would be only a matter of seconds before he showed my mother, before they both knew, before they…
The walls began closing in on me, and suddenly it was all black. When I came-to my mother was crouched over me with a cold rag and a voice high with concern. “Kirsten! Baby! What's wrong? Don’t get up, you fainted, I am going to call an ambulance.”
I was still dizzy but the word 'ambulance' startled me. There was no need to call an ambulance. I wasn’t ill with anything but shame.
“It’s okay, don’t call anyone,” I croaked, instantly thinking about the time I had to go to the emergency room when I broke my arm. It was a terrifying ordeal, and I had a phobia of hospitals ever since.
“I'm fine, just a little dizzy is all. I didn’t have lunch,” I said shakily, getting to my feet. My mother went downstairs to make me a sandwich and some tea.
When my mother was out of earshot Jonathan said, "Maybe we should take you to the hospital. Just to make sure everything is o.k., you know?" He was fully aware of my phobia, everyone who knew me was. He was just toying with me now. He put his arm around me and whispered into my ear, “Our little secret.”
His finger drew my chin up and his eyes met with mine--his deep blue eyes. I couldn’t break my stare, and I didn’t want him to break his either. He was everything I had every wanted, rich, powerful, and sexy. My stomach tightened as his free hand traced up my body and stuffed a ball of lacy red fabric down my low cut blouse between my breasts.
I let out a gasp. My body was suddenly terrified and electrified at the same time. For years I had been dreaming about him, and now, it was happening—or at least, something was happening. Did I really want this? Could I bare his attention? His touch? And what about my mother? What did this all mean?
I choked and stepped back, recognizing her movement as she entered the room.
"Here honey, eat something," my mother urged.
“No, it's okay, I don't want anything right now.”
“Her pupils are dilated, Angie. I'll take her to the hospital and run a scan on her just to be safe.”
My mother was easily persuaded. Jonathan was a neuro surgeon, and my mother couldn’t handle anything in the realm of illness. Jonathan retrieved his keys and led me out to his car. I was afraid, my knees growing weaker with each step.
Jonathan opened the door of his Mercedes and helped me inside, his hands grasping at my waist. I could feel the fire of his touch and I shivered as my nerves sparked to life. He closed the door. I loved being in his car. The seats were made of black leather and perfectly supported my frame. Every inch of the car was pristine, and the smell—it was his smell.
I took a deep breath and held it as the door across from me opened and he got in. I stared silently straight ahead. He started the car and we took off.
"Where are we going? Are we really going to the hospital?" I started to panic.
"Of course not.”
My mind raced—“Where was he taking me then?”
“Where then? I asked as Jonathan shifted gears and pressed the accelerator to the floor.
“No more questions. It’s a surprise.” His fingers started to caress the bare skin of my thighs. I gasped softly. I could feel pinpricks trailing where his fingers traced my sensitive flesh. I wanted him to keep going, but I was afraid even to move. I had no guts, no experience being a seductress. I just sat there, stiffly, awkwardly, wishing. A knot formed deep in my belly as I thought about what I was truly wishing for. He was a married man, a happily married man, to my mother of all people, and here I was, wishing for him to want me. I was selfish. I was bad. I had to stop whatever this was.
“Don’t,” I begged him, pushing his hand aside as I pulled my body away from his magnetic touch.
“What is it?” His eyes bounced from mine to the road, and then back again.
“It’s wrong. It is just wrong. You are married to my mother. I, I don’t know what got in to me but I am terribly ashamed of myself.” I stared down and I felt my eyes watering.
He lightly pulled my knee towards him, spreading my legs. “I guess now is as good a time as ever to let you know, Kirsten, that your mother and I are going through a divorce. We met with the attorneys again this afternoon to discuss the settlement. I love your mother, I truly do, but there is no reconciling our marriage.”
“What?!” I cried, forgetting his touch and the awkwardness of the moment. I felt awful at hearing the news and wanted to somehow fix things.
“But if you love her, why can’t you make it work? A woman wants to be loved. Show her, tell her.”
“Oh, don't be so naïve,” he lamented. “There is no reconciliation when you catch your wife with another man. The trust, the passion, it’s all gone. When I look at her, all I see is the ugly.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process what he had just divulged. We turned onto a winding dirt road that went up a hill. It was evening now, and it was dark. When we reached the summit I was taken by surprise. The view was astounding. The city glowed below us, twinkling like a million stars. It was beautiful.
Turning to me he stared in silence. I met his stare with my own blue eyes. I was nervous, unsure if I should look away or to speak. His body came forward, and his hands took my waist as he pulled me in towards him. Our lips met, his tongue danced with mine, and an intense sensation came emanating from between my thighs.
Jonathan pulled away, leaving me panting. “Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that?”
I shook my head. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We should go home,” I said, still unsure of myself, scared of the direction we were heading.