My mother was on a business trip for weeks, meaning my step father had to stay with me. he was acting fine the first couple of days but then, he started acting so possesive. he barged into my room one night, while i was working on college essays. “hey sweetheart, it’s thundering, how about we give eachother some company?” he asked, not even knocking as he leaned against my doorframe. “cant, im working right now” i mumble, kind of fed up with him already. he suddenly stormed towards me, pulling me out of my chair and throwing me to my bed. he took both of my hands, pinning them above my head on my headboard. “do you want me to take it from you by force? i think not” he smirked as he asked. i knew what he wanted. “i told you have to work” i say, squirming. “don’t disobey me, sweetheart” he shot back, his grasp tightening on my wrists. he got up, leaving me laying on the bed as he locked the door, walking back to me, before taking off his shirt and revealing his well toned body. “i want you” he growled, our faces inches apart.
"what..?" i stammered, getting a bit nervous by his forwardness "you- you're married to my mom!" i shout in protest, squirming in his grasp.
"fuck the rules” he smirked taking off his pants, revealing a well-hung cock. he grabbed me by my arms, climbing on top of me, before kissing me passionately.
wait-" i hissed, my eyes shutting tightly as he kissed me, eventually melting into the kiss. i couldn't help it. he married my mother a year ago, when i was 18. i always thought he was attractive, but i never though it would turn out like this. i kissed him back softly, before pulling away quickly "oh my god..." i mumbled nervously. i knew it was horrible, to my mother, and my family. but i hated my mother. she was emotionally and verbally abusive, always blaming things on me. this was the perfect way to get her back.
He laughed, looking at me with a smug look. “my wifey…" he growled. "your mine now” he whispered to me, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. he was so attractive, i couldn't help myself, but i had to fight it. at least, while i could.
"you're basically my dad!" i said in protest, an innocent but scared look on my face, like a trapped deer or bunny. he saw through it, his facial expression dropping to a more lustful and sinister look.
"you won’t be fucking innocent after tonight, you slut” he growled, his tone hard and demanding. His breath was hot on my face. i started to feel a knot form in my stomach, and my cheeks felt hot. i wanted him, but i couldn't let him know yet.
i breathed heavily, our faces just inches apart as my eyes dart from his, to his lips rapidly. i couldn't help myself. he was burly, and attractive.
i can't imagine how he landed on my mother, and not me.
"look at me princess" he demanded harshly, his hands going to my neck, tightening around it as he demanded. He looked down at me sternly. "do not disobey me." he warned. my heart raced faster, The heat between us grew stronger. my breathing became heavier.
i couldn't help myself anymore...
"fuck.." i mumbles to myself, staring at his lips in anticipation. i wanted him, and he wanted me. there was almost something in me, that wanted to stop. but i couldn't. he was finally in my grasp now, and with my mother not home, i could do whatever i wanted.
He chuckled darkly, seeing how desperate i looked. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine once more. This time there's no resistance. No hesitation. Just pure passion. When our lips parted, he stared deeply into my eyes. "I'm going to make sure you learn who owns this body of yours." he growled, leaning closer to me.
i just nodded, slowly but desperately, eager for him. "..okay.." i huffed out in desperation, hoping he wanted me just as much as i wanted him.
He smiled wide, finally hearing what he wanted to hear. "Good girl..." he groaned softly, stroking my cheek. "Now come here," he ordered pulling me close. His hand went under my shirt, rubbing my back gently. He pulled me tighter against himself. "My little princess," he cooed, pressing his body against mine and burying his face into my neck, planting gentle kisses.
