Chapter 3

I stood there barefoot, panties still shoved aside, when Victor suddenly moved.

He lifted me and carried me the short distance to the sofa, setting me down on my knees. He pulled his tie free from his neck and brought it around me again—this time wrapping it around my neck and across my chest, crossing the silk tightly between my tits so that every breath made it press into my skin, a constant reminder that I was already owned. Shallow red lines began to form almost immediately.

His palm landed hard on my right ass cheek.

The crack was sharp. Heat bloomed under the skin and shot straight between my legs like a live wire. I jerked, a broken sound slipping out of me. He struck the other side, then the first again—measured and exact. Each smack landed where the previous sting still burned, turning the surface heat into something deeper that made my cunt clench around nothing. The tie across my chest tightened with every flinch. I could feel myself getting wetter with each strike, fresh slick already sliding down the insides of my thighs.

Victor's hands spread me open. Two fingers held my swollen pussy lips apart so I was completely exposed. Cool air touched everything for half a second before his mouth replaced it—hot, slow, deliberate. His tongue dragged over my clit in one long, filthy stroke, then again, never giving me the hard pressure I was already chasing. At the same time his other hand reached under me, found a nipple, and rolled it between finger and thumb, pinching until the sensation bordered on pain and shot straight down to my core.

My brain wouldn't shut up. This is your stepfather. You're on your knees with your ass in the air. You're letting him lick you open like you belong to him. The thoughts only made the ache worse.

"Please," I heard myself say. The word came out cracked and wet. "Please, Daddy—just fuck me. I can't—"

He laughed against my cunt. The vibration shot through me so hard my hips jerked.

"Daddy decides when you get it. Not you."

He kept licking, slow and relentless, while his fingers never stopped tormenting my nipple. Frustrated tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes and soaked into the leather under my cheek. My clit felt swollen and desperate under his tongue. Every time I got close he eased off just enough to keep me hanging on the edge. I tried to push back onto his mouth and he simply held my hips still with one big hand, forcing me to take only what he chose to give.

"Stay still and take what I give you."

I stayed still. Barely. My thighs were shaking. My cunt kept clenching on empty air, trying to pull something—anything—inside.

When he finally pulled his mouth away I almost sobbed at the loss.

Then something much thicker and hotter pressed against me. The broad head of his cock—already slick with my wetness—rubbed slowly up and down my slit, dragging over my clit, pausing at my entrance, pressing just hard enough to stretch me the tiniest bit before sliding away again. He did it over and over, never pushing inside, just using that fat tip to tease every hypersensitive inch of me. The almost-penetration was worse than nothing. I could feel how wide he would stretch me, how deep he would go, and the denial of it made my whole body tremble.

"Look how greedy this little cunt is," he murmured. "Trying to suck me in already."

I was past pride. Past anything except the raw need clawing at my insides.

"Please—please, Daddy, I need it, I need you inside me—"

He ignored the begging. He kept rubbing that thick head against me, dragging it slowly over my swollen clit until the pressure, the denial, the tie biting into my chest with every shallow breath, and the lingering sting on my ass all crashed together. The second orgasm hit harder than the first. My whole body locked as a sharp, wet rush left me. I cried out into the leather, thighs shaking so violently I would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding me up. Slick ran down my legs in thick streams, soaking the leather beneath me. My cunt kept pulsing long after the peak, empty and desperate, still trying to pull him in.

I was still twitching when Victor flipped me onto my back in one easy motion. My head spun. He settled between my spread thighs, the heavy weight of his cock now resting right against my entrance. The broad head pushed in—just the tip, just enough that I felt myself stretch around him. My cunt fluttered, trying to pull him deeper. The stretch was already intense, already almost too much, and he had barely given me anything.

Then Victor pulled back.

The thick head of his cock left me with a wet, empty ache that made me whimper. He stood, one hand still resting on my hip, and looked down at me like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to break me open.

"On your knees."