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Authors: Roma Dark
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“Sweet.” Chance said, grabbing the remote and turning the television on. Emery smiled, glad to have a boyfriend as into Dr. Who as she was, “I can’t believe this show is so awesome.”
“Some would say it’s…
too
awesome.” Emery said jokingly as she walked out of the bathroom and came to bed, “Haha, I’m just kidding.”
Chapter Ten
When Christmas time came around Emery and Chance knew they would have to break it to their parents that they were dating. Even thought they had met before they knew they were related through marriage, neither of them looked forward to the conversation with the parents. Emery was really nervous that her father was going to be mad at her but she planned on standing her ground and explaining that they hadn’t known when they first met. She could already hear him asking why they didn’t just stop it then too.
Chance had been verbal about his worry about his mother disliking what was going on despite her being such a nice person. He wasn’t sure if she would understand but the two wanted to be together, yet weren’t willing to throw their parents away to do so. Everything depended on how the Christmas visit went.
The time finally came to go visit their parents for Christmas and they headed out, eagerly wanting to get there but at the same time Emery could feel herself fearing every step of the way. She knew it was just her anxiety and looked over at Chance. He was going through the same thing yet was still there next to her. They got in their car and headed out, now having a new home in Atlanta as Chance couldn’t stand letting Emery live in such a ‘
cramped apartment
’ as he called it.
“So, I’ve got a question.” Chance said.
“I might have an answer. I mean, I
should
.” Emery said, looking over at Chance, “Whatcha got?”
“Do you want to fly to Chicago commercially and spend some cash or just spend about half of it to pay my buddy in fuel?” Chance asked, “You remember Scott? He’s a pilot. I actually have him fly me most places unless I want to sleep on the way but Chicago is only an hour and a half away.”
“What?! You have a friend who has a
plane?!
” Emery asked wide-eyed with excitement, “Yeah, that would be amazing. Wait… how big is the plane? I
hate
turbulence.”
“Yeah, that movie sucked.” Chance laughed at his own joke, “In all seriousness, it’s only a four seater and can get kinda bumpy at times. Let’s just go to the airport.”
“Yeah, no offense but I’m not risking our lives for a cheaper cost.” Emery said as she finished packing her things, “I’m done.”
“About time.” Chance said teasingly, getting backhanded by Emery as a result, “Alright, let’s get going.”
“Don’t tell Scott I don’t want to fly with him.” Emery said, not wanting to hurt Scott’s feelings just because that was the kind of person she was.
Ever since she had gotten together with Chance the plane rides were
so
much better. He wasn’t nearly as good at holding his tongue as she was but it came in handy. Crying babies didn’t get yelled at, their parents did. Drunken assholes got put in their place verbally as Chance could be quite intimidating even for being a smaller guy. It was just this look in his eye that Emery though scared people but he had never looked at her like that. Best of all, she never got seated next to a weird guy talking about things that scared her the entire plane ride.
Once they finally landed it started to sink in that they were about to go tell their parents about them dating. Both of them had agreed that it was way weird saying ‘
their parents
’ so they agreed to just always refer to them as Mom and Dad. They walked through the airport together and every step of the way Emery’s heart started pounding more and more. She kept imagining her dad getting made or even irate. She had seen him get pretty angry before and wasn’t sure what he would do to Chance when he found out they’d slept together. She had to stop and sit at a bench for a moment from her heart pounding so much.
“I just need to take a moment to relax my nerves.” Emery said as Chance walked up with a worried look on his face.
“Want a drink?” Chance asked, “Seriously, we’ll just go stop at a store and buy those small shot bottles; two apiece.”
“
One
a piece… okay, two, let’s go.” Emery said, walking faster than Chance by that time.
“You’re pretty nervous, huh?” Chance said, walking up and grabbing Emery’s hand; she was shaking but grabbed right hold of his hand as soon has he grabbed hers, as if she was just waiting for him to make the first move, “Wow, you’ve got to calm down. Your heart is pounding.”
“I’m fine, I’m just really, really nervous.” Emery said, feeling calmer just by holding Chance’s hand, “We’ve gotta walk in holding hands… it’s… giving me strength.”
“Taxi!” Chance yelled, clutching hold of Emery’s hand as he turned back to her, “I’ll never let go of you.”
“Aww.” Emery said feeling happiness replacing the anxiety until she remembered what they were going to do when they got in the taxi, “Ok, whew, let’s go.”
The cabbie gave them a lift home and even gave them the fair for free. Apparently there was a Christmas special going on and
all
fairs were free that entire day. Emery thought that was pretty cool of the taxi company to spend the money on gasoline for a
free
service day. She pulled up the little airport bottle of Captain that Chance had brought out from the airport and quickly chugged it before she pocketed the empty bottle. It may be an empty bottle, but she wasn’t about to litter and even took Chance’s bottle from him before he could throw it away.
“Don’t litter.” She said before she grabbed his hand, “Alright, let’s go tell mom and dad.”
“Do you think this Christmas will top Thanksgiving?” Chance asked jokingly as they walked up to the front door and into their mom and dad’s house, “Hey!! Merry Christmas everyone… we have some news…”
“Uh…” Roger said, looking right at their hands clutched together, “Yeah, go ahead and explain.”
“Wow… I was
not
expecting you to be so calm about this.” Emery said, feeling a huge relief as her dad didn’t seem too angry, “Well, for starters we hooked up
before
we knew that we were…”
“That you were fuckin’ step siblings?!” Roger blurted angrily, “No damn pun intended!”
“Dad!” Emery said kind of angrily.
“Neither of us knew that you two had gotten married before we hooked up. It was a one-night stand.” Chance said, standing up to Roger.
“And it’s a one-time thing, meaning it’s over.” Roger said angrily, glaring at Chance.
“Wait a minute…” Beverly said with a squint in her eyes, “Is
she
why you didn’t get married to Lizbeth?”
“She helped me realize that I didn’t love her and afterwards I started spiraling out of control. I was losing myself in my rage… Melvin died, Mom…” Chance said, starting to tear up towards the end, “He got cancer and it got him… I was on a bad downward spiral and she saved me.”
“And I wasn’t going to be able to make it as the head chef of the Happy Day Café without the stability I find in Chance. When I’m unsure I lean on him; he’s my rock. We’re both good for each other, don’t you see that dad?” Emery said, pleading with her father.
“Yes, actually, we do.” Beverly replied in a stern tone as she looked over at her son very seriously, “You are only related to Emery by marriage. That means that there’s no genetic link between you two and the way I see it, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Beverly!” Roger said, somewhat appalled by what he had heard and went quiet.
“Dear, think about it. What role did you think we would ever have in their lives anyway? Grandparents; that’s it.” Beverly said, looking over at Roger softly as he returned the look, softening his glare down to a mellow expression again.
“You really do have a point Beverly…” Roger finally said after what seemed to be the longest time; Roger looked right at Chance with a glare for a moment but softened his expression, “And I know you’d be able to protect my daughter if anything were to happen. I can see that you won’t take shit from anyone, not even the intimidating dad routine and not even from anybody thinking they can mess with my little girl.”
“Anybody messes with your little girl, Sir,” Chance said, looking over at Emery and thought about the time Emery had told him about her father threatening to break off fingers for every minute she was late before he looked back at Roger, “I’ll break their fingers for every insult they say.”
“Good man.” Roger said, realizing he was getting his own words thrown back at him and grinned, “I like you Chance.”
“So everything’s alright?” Emery said, looking around, still unsure and felt like all Hell could break loose at any moment. It was only after looking at her Dad look up at Chance's Mom and seeing the love they had for each other despite what life threw in the way of them for Emery to see that perhaps her and Chance really might have a shot at staying together, “Merry Christmas, family.”
And with that, Chance wrapped his arm around her, whispered his 'I love you's' in to her ear, and held her tight.
The End
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Life was good for Allyson. She was pretty, popular, and overcome by gifts and material objects. Her curves were accentuated by the finest clothes Daddy's credit cards could buy and her pretty features were sharpened to a runway model's by the best makeup on the market. Life was nothing but a toy for her own amusement.
If only she weren't so damn bored.
It was that boredom and lack of adventure that led the timid blonde to sign up for an online friend finder geared toward alternative lifestyles. She wanted to see some depth, some depravity; dip her toes in the pool and see how she liked the water. She didn't take the registration too seriously, but was relieved when she realized that there was a checkbox for "over 21" and she could finally click "yes" to that thanks to a birthday three weeks prior.
"Time to get out of this rut and find something interesting to do for the summer other than work for Malcomb at some stuffy office."
The job was only temporary, and it helped appease her parents. She had left the university and the job was a condition her parents gave in order to stay at her apartment near the school instead of coming home. She did not want to move back in with her parents like a child, but she wasn't thrilled with the aspect of work either. Ideally, she needed to stay on her parents good graces so they continued to foot her bills, or she needed to find a man. It was that understanding that lead the girl to sign up for the online site, a site she believed was geared to helping rich men find someone to pamper.
Need to find me a sugar daddy.
With that thought, Allyson turned on the computer and checked her profile for any messages, updating it with a few bikini photos for good measure.
****
Dominic Slade was flipping through profile after profile again while waiting on his connecting flight. Everyone was the same. What he wanted, what he craved was change, someone different, someone that wouldn't fake their cries or their tears. Someone who thought she knew what she wanted until put into the situation. Dominic wanted a true submissive, someone that he could bend to his will, and someone who didn't find it role playing. He was tired of faking through it. He knew it and his dick knew it.
He was just about to log off when he saw her in the New Profiles listing. Honey blonde hair, painfully young, looking like a cheerleader fresh off camp. She said she was looking for adventure, for something she'd never known before, for a Daddy to buy her things.
Cupcake wants a Sugar Daddy and came to a BDSM site for it
, Dominic laughed out loud at the thought,
we'll see how she does.
He hurriedly dashed off a link to his profile after taming it down a bit, a gallery of safe-for-work photos, and a tentative response to her:
"You look fresh as a daisy, Allyson.”
He slicked a hand through his slightly graying dark hair and thought of the last time he had a 21 year old. He had been thirty. His cock twitched at the thought of what he could do with someone so flexible and energetic, how long they'd last bound to a St. Andrews Cross, how many times she'd cum before giving out completely.
Checking the time, he barely made his plane from the distraction of her. Allyson. She was perfect for what he wanted his next to be like.
****
Ding.
The alert from the site startled Allyson. She checked out his profile and the picture of the man held her captivated. The profile showed him to be mid-40s, was tall by his stats, and his eyes were this deep brown that looked almost black in a couple of the pictures. She wondered what made his eyes darker like that. She imagined it was lust filling his eyes, lusting for a woman to pamper and take care of. His likes and quotes were similar to hers and he sounded great on paper. She noticed that he stated he was dominant and the idea of flirting back with him was exhilarating, not like the passive boys she was used to dating.
She sent him a wink and waited. After a while she stopped refreshing the page and moved on to other things, checking back later that evening to a blank message box. The morning came and she had a flutter of excitement when she noticed two messages in the inbox, but sadly none were from him.
It was a couple of days until she got a message back from him.
“I have been looking for you. Are you ready to submit?”
Allyson looked at the words several times. She didn't quite know what the man meant by the message, so she kept typing and then erasing her replies. She needed to come off as confident and secure, and definitely not desperate.
After three days she came back with a sassy retort about not submitting to just any man. In Allyson's world, submitting was just another word for being took care of; financially, emotionally, and physically. And she hadn't had a boyfriend in ages to satisfy that physical urge, at the least Allyson wanted to meet him to hookup. She needed a release and wanted the older man to touch her like she'd never been touched.
Another computer ding alerted her to his reply.
“I am not just any man. By the time I am done with you, there will be no question of who you belong to.”
Allyson shivered at his words; this could be perfect for her. A hot sexy man to fill her bed and her bank account, while keeping her parents off her back about job searching for more than part time office work.
They started instant messaging, talking small talk filled with sexual innuendo. Allyson hadn't had so much fun in ages. The older man knew precisely what to say to keep her interested in her mind occupied thinking of future events.
Before either of them knew it, two hours had passed just in simple messages back and forth.
His number quickly followed with a time to call him. Allyson waited until then and dialed from her cell phone. His rich baritone voice said her name and she was lost from that moment on. The calls became daily, then several times a day. By the time the month was out, Allyson was going to bed with him every night, at least with him in her phone. He would coax her to play with herself, until her sweet moaning would trigger his own lust on the other end of the phone.
“I want to see you, we need to meet. I have to know if this would be the same in person.”
“And if it is?”
“Then you will have to be mine.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
"It is simple, Allyson. Meet me and see."
"Okay, I've an hour to kill. I'll be at the corner of South and Broad at the Ground Brews coffeehouse. I'm here every day at noon, so it's convenient"
"I'll be there" he said, before switching off the phone.
Allyson nervously twitched at the small coffee table. She had been waiting for almost ten minutes, though most of it was because she was always early for everything. She was waiting for a man that she had met and talked to online for the last month but whom she really knew nothing about. While it was exciting, it also started to worry her a bit.
She checked her phone again, wondering if she had a message from him. At only five minutes late, the girl was already restless and she sucked down the rest of her drink. She wished that she was in a bar and the drink was vodka on the rocks. She looked around at the few people standing in line. None of them looked like the picture on her phone, the one she had been looking at for the last month.
Nerves were getting the better of her and she started thinking of all the horror stories of girls who met men they knew online. She didn't want to be found in some shallow grave.
She left moments before he arrived.