Stepdaddy Savage (6 page)

“What’s with the pouting?” His thumb rubs small circles on my knee and distracts me from my little tantrum. I squeeze my knees together, trying to ignore the need that’s building between them. I still don’t respond. “I’m not playing this game, Little Dolly. Too old for that shit. Tell me what’s wrong or get over it.”

Get over it?
He wants me to get over it?
He made me suck his cock in his office, this is the second time in a row he gets what he wants from me, and never reciprocated. I’m not even sure ‘reciprocate’ is a word he has in his vocabulary.

“Why don’t you want me?”

I blurt the words out before I can stop myself and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

He rears his head back and looks slightly enraged. What does he have to be upset about? I’m the one who is continuously rejected.

At first he doesn’t say a word. He simply swings into a parking lot and finally turns to face me.

Oh, shit.

“What on earth about my behavior these past couple of weeks pushed you to that conclusion? Was it when I had you dance for me and had blue balls for a fucking week? Was it when I made you come while I watched? Or how about when I confessed that I married your lowlife mother for you? That everything in these past few years has. Been. For
. You.”

My chin starts to wobble and my eyes fill with unshed tears.

“Well, when you put it like that…”

God, I’m an idiot. I’m so afraid to let myself think that whatever we have, that this connection between us, is real. I’ve never really had anyone who stuck around, besides Jade. Even my mom bails whenever she gets the chance. I’ve always felt alone in this life. If I let myself become dependent on anyone else and it didn’t work out, it would make going back to my solitary existence unbearable. I’d know exactly what I’d be missing out on. But right now, looking into his eyes that are full of truth and conviction, I realize that it’s too late for that. I’m already his.

My eyes start to water and my bottom lip starts to wobble. I feel so stupid. He smooths my chin out with his thumb.

“Don’t be a brat, Dolly. I want you. I want inside you. But I mostly just want you. I want this. I know you’re not used to having someone who genuinely gives a shit about you. Well, I’m not used to genuinely giving a shit about anyone. Ever. This is new for both of us. Don’t self-sabotage because you don’t know how to let me…” He trails off, jaw clenched, like he didn’t mean to divulge all of that.

“Let you what?” I’m sure my eyes are as big as saucers, and I hate the hopefulness, the desperation that I know he can detect in my voice.

“Nothing. Let’s get you home.”

“I thought we were going somewhere else?” My whole body sags with disappointment.

“Another time.”

That’s all he gives me before pulling out of the parking lot and back onto the street.

“Don’t be mad,” I say as I pick at my fingernails and stare into my lap.

“I’m not mad at you. I just want to be home with you right now.”

Home. Our home. Just the two of us. At least, until
she
comes back…

Rain is still falling as we get home like the universe senses yet another shift between us, but neither one is in any hurry to get inside. Graham helps me out of the car and takes my hand. He holds it all the way to the front door. We jog lightly, backs hunched to cover our heads from the rain. I feel warmth and safety radiating from the way he holds onto my hand. And holy shit, I’m doing this with my step-dad. Somehow, even after sucking him off earlier, this feels like the most intimate thing we’ve done. Sure, we both have been lusting for each other, but the way he just casually took my hand, like it was the most natural thing in the world, feels like so much more.

Graham unlocks the door, and once we’re inside, he kicks it closed. He then turns around so suddenly that I back up into the closed door with a little gasp. He puts his forehead against mine, breathing ragged, eyes closed, fists clenched on either side of my head. We are both soaking wet and a puddle is forming at our feet. The house is pitch black and my mother’s drunken murmurs from the kitchen is noticeably absent. What is going through his mind right now? I don’t have time to contemplate because all of the sudden, his mouth is on mine, his thick tongue swirling around mine. He kisses me desperately, savagely, while he grips my hair at the nape of my neck. He gives a sharp tug, and it’s like a direct line to my clit.

I moan into his mouth, and return his kiss with fervor. He abruptly pulls back and I whine in protest while pushing out my bottom lip in an admittedly immature move. Graham grips my face in his hands, and scans it for something, though I’m not sure what. He seems to come to a conclusion though, because he wordlessly grabs my hand again, and leads me upstairs. He hesitates at my door for only a second before continuing to his room. My mom doesn’t share his room. Neither of us are allowed in there. No one is, not even the cleaning service. Mom’s room is at one end of the hall, and Graham’s is on the other. Mine is right in between.

I tug on his hand to get his attention.

“What are you doing, Graham?”

He turns around to address me, and I crane my neck to look into his eyes, that are completely unreadable. I can’t figure out if he wants to eat me or kill me.

“You’re sleeping with me from now on.” He says it with such finality and I can’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of sharing a room with him.

“Fuck, I wanted to wait until you turn eighteen before I touched you at all. I really fucking did, but it’s happening tomorrow night, and I don’t have more willpower in me to resist this. Your showing up at Hot N’ Bothered changed everything, faster than I’d hoped for it to happen. And now…” There’s a flicker in his eyes and he no longer looks remorseful or contemplative, just plain evil. Sexy evil. “Now, it’s too late for you, Dolly. You’re mine. To the bedroom.
My
bedroom,” he instructs.

I gingerly take steps toward the master bedroom, all too aware that inside, there are sheets and candles and throw pillows picked out by my mother. Even though she’s not allowed in here, she always makes sure every room in her house has her touch. Graham stalks me down the hallway, his body pressed to mine. He seems to sense what I’m thinking about, because he whispers in my ear. “She sleeps in the guest room and you fucking know that. There was never any way I’d touch your mother. Not when all I could think about since you turned sixteen is how I want to touch you.”

Graham’s room is pretty much what I expected. Dark. Immaculate. Impersonal. Just like him. It could pass for a fancy hotel room, save for the bookshelf full of well-loved classics. It’s always been clear that his room is off limits, and to be honest, I never really cared about Graham, until recently, let alone what his room looked like. I went from having misplaced anger toward him, to being indifferent, then having an innocent crush, and finally to now… whatever
this
is.

My eyes roam around the room, trying to soak up every detail in an attempt to learn something more about this stepdaddy stranger of mine. Three whole years, and I’m just now starting to feel like I’m getting to know him.

I don’t have a chance to further my exploration, because he comes up behind me and starts peeling my dress from my body. Neither of us say a word. I let him undress me in complete silence, with the exception of my pounding heart. He drops his head to the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. After a moment, he unclasps my bra and I let it fall to the floor. Then he rolls the matching nude lace thong over my hips and down my legs, caressing them along the way, and dropping to his knees behind me. I’m only in my ankle boots now, and at first I feel silly, but when he turns me around by my hips and I see the look in his eyes, I feel anything but. His face is practically level with the part of me that has barely been touched, and I’m shaking with anticipation; I’m scared but I want this.

He slides each boot off, then stands up and leads me to the bed.

“Get in.” Apparently, tonight he’s a man of few words. But I comply, because something inside me wants to please him.

I watch him strip down to his boxer briefs, and Jesus fuck, he is the most beautiful, most formidable man I have ever seen. The light smattering of hair on his chest reminds me that he is a
man
, unlike Shawn and all the other boys I’m surrounded by at school. He’s a
much
older man and maybe I’m fucked up because that just makes me want him more. My eyes trail all the peaks and valleys of his torso, down to that perfect fucking v-shaped Adonis belt. I swallow hard, and I swear a deep chuckle rumbles from his lips but I can’t be sure… because the ‘V’.

Graham climbs in next to me, pulls me into his warm, hard body, and then… nothing. I’m lying on my side, head on his chest, and he leisurely strokes my hair
. What the fuck?

His eyes are closed and his hand keeps stroking when he finally says, “Go to sleep, Dolly.”

A whine slips out because I’m so worked up. I’ve had major blue bean all night since the strip club, and now, after that little performance, he tells me to
go to sleep?

“I can’t,” I whisper.

I squeeze my thighs together to try and diminish the ache between them.

His hand drifts from my hair, down my arm, to the dip in my hip.

“What’s wrong?” he rasps.

“I need…something”

His other hand lands on my thigh and dances up toward where I need him the most. God, please, right there.

“What do you need, baby?”

“I need…” I can’t get the words out; all I know is that I need him not to stop.

Finally, his fingers slide through my lips and start rubbing delicious circles on my clit. That first touch sends a jolt through me, and I can already feel myself becoming wetter.

“More…” I buck my hips into his hand wanting more…wanting everything.

“Shh, daddy knows what you need, Baby Dolly.”

My pussy clenches at his words and he feels it because he smirks down at me and says,

“You like that? You like being in your daddy’s bed? I knew you were a dirty little girl.”

“Yes…” It’s so wrong, and I should be disgusted, but fuck if the sinfulness and fuckedupness doesn’t make me want it more.

“Yes, what?” He pauses and looks at me with a stern expression. Oh my god, he wants me to say it. I rock my hips in an attempt to get him to touch me again, but he doesn’t budge.

“Yes…daddy. Please, daddy. I need it.”

I’m begging, but I’m past caring.

“I’ll rub your pussy, baby, but I’m not fucking you tonight.” He continues his assault on my clit and I’m out of my mind. I’ve never been touched like this. His fingers trail down to my entrance and I suck in a loud breath. He looks at me quizzically, before asking,

“Have you ever done this, Dolly?” I don’t want him to stop. But I also don’t want to lie to him.

I bite my lip and look at him through my eyelashes.

“N-no. I’m… a virgin.”

His eyes darken and his hand leaves my body. For a second I’m afraid he’s angry, but then he slides down my body, and before I know what’s happening, his tongue takes a long slow swipe up my slit. He grabs a hold of my knees, spreading my legs and pushing them backwards.

“I was going to finger fuck you, but now that I know you’re a virgin? The first thing inside you will be my cock. I’ll just have to eat this pussy instead.”

No arguments here.

He eats me like I’m his last fucking meal and I can see my arousal on his face glistening back at me.

“So fucking wet,” he muses when he comes up for air before sucking my clit between his lips.

“Oh my god, yes!”

He uses his whole forearm to keep my legs back, while he sucks on the thumb of his other hand before bringing it down to my back entrance. I jolt in surprise but he holds me still. Then he’s sucking again, and teasing my ass without pushing inside me. My legs start to shake. I can’t hold out much longer.

“I need to come so bad. Please daddy, make me come!” He doesn’t need to ask; this time I say it on my own.
Because I like it.

Graham flattens his tongue and presses it to my clit and he pushes his thumb inside my asshole. My whole body tenses up and I fucking combust.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Come for daddy.”

He works me down from my orgasm and my body goes from tightly coiled to complete jelly. I could stay in this state-in this spot-forever.

Graham kisses his way up my stomach before kissing my forehead, and pulling me into him. I expect him to want something in return, but he seems content simply to lay here, cradling me.

“What about you?” I ask breathlessly, still trying to get my heartrate back to normal.

“Sleep, baby.”

I nuzzle into his warmth, and like a good little girl, I obey.

I
wake up to fingers playing between my legs. My eyes haven’t even opened yet, unlike my legs. I spread them wider and feel and
hear
myself growing wetter and hotter, soft moans escaping my mouth as Graham lightly traces invisible patterns up and down my slit. He is lying right in front of me, his forest-green eyes locking on mine the minute I look at him. He doesn’t give me enough pressure to get off; just enough to tease me.