Chapter 114: Stepfather, Please Ruin My Pussy (1)

~MIA~

I was in love with my stepfather, Chase.

It was a secret I had kept for years, one I had never dared to whisper to another living soul.

But as the days passed, it became harder to contain.

The desire to have him consume me, to let him ruin me in the way I craved, grew heavier in my chest until I could barely breathe around it.

Chase married my mom three years ago, and they had been a happy couple, a fact I had grown to hate with a quiet, seething resentment.

I used to lie awake at night, weaving fantasies in my head where they would fight, where she would hurt him, and he would turn to me.

I would be his shoulder to cry on, his solace, his comfort.

I would be the one he reached for in the dark.

But it never fucking happened.

Every time I saw them wrapped around each other, her fingers in his hair, his laugh low and warm against her neck, I felt a sharp, violent pang in my chest that made me want to scream.

I had wished a thousand times over, that I could trade places with my mom. That it was me he held, me he kissed, me he desired.

The desperation grew, festering in the quiet hours of the night.

On some nights, I could not help myself.

I crept to their bedroom door, leaving it cracked just enough to see, and I watched.

I watched Chase fuck Monica, his cock buried deep in her pussy, the muscles in his back flexing, the low, guttural sounds he made, and it always made my pussy wet.

Other nights, I stayed in my own room, fingering my pussy, biting my pillow to muffle my moans, as I imagined it was his cock moving in and out of my pussy instead of my fingers, that his hands were on my hips, his mouth on my throat.

I knew it was wrong.

I knew I was messed up for craving Chase that way, but it was not my fault that he was so incredibly hot, so sexy and so fucking irresistible.

I had tried to talk myself out of it.

I had tried to reason with my own stupid, racing heart—that he was my stepfather, that he was my mother’s husband—but every time I did, I always fell deeper.

And my body always betrayed me, my cunt growing wet at the slightest thought of him.

Eventually, I finally stopped fighting it.

I was done resisting.

I had decided to succumb to my desires, to let them swallow me whole.

That’s why I had come up with the perfect plan, and I was going to enact it today.

Today was perfect because my mother had left for a business meeting yesterday and would not return until tomorrow, and Chase was on his one-month leave from work, with nowhere to be and nothing to do.

It was the perfect alignment, as if the universe itself had cleared the path for me.

Today, I was going to seduce him.

I was going to make him fuck me, whether he liked it or not, because I could not live another day in this aching, desperate silence.

My plan had to go exactly as planned.

Moving downstairs, I found Chase in the living room, seated in the large armchair by the window, a magazine open in his hands.

The soft morning light spilled over him in a warm gold, and for a moment I stayed in the doorway, mesmerized by his handsomeness and the way his muscles were taut beneath his shirt as his fingers gripped the edge of the magazine.

Steadying my breath, I stepped forward.

"Good morning, Chase," I said, keeping my voice light.

He shifted his gaze from the magazine to me, a small smile touching his lips. "Good morning, Mia."

I clasped my hands behind my back, tilting my head just the way I had practiced in the mirror. "Please, I need your help, Chase."

He raised an eyebrow and closed the magazine, folding it neatly and setting it on the small table beside the chair. "Oh?" His smile widened. "What can I help you with?"

I returned his smile, letting it turn coy. "I would like you to take some pictures of me."

He leaned back slightly, resting his arm along the armrest. "For what?"

I shrugged, feigning casualness. "Just for my socials. It’s been a long time since I posted anything, and I thought maybe you could help me get some good shots."

He nodded slowly, then stood up from the chair. "Alright, sounds good. Where’s your camera?"

I gestured vaguely toward the stairs. "It’s upstairs. I’ll go get it… and I need to change my clothes too. Just give me a few minutes."

"Alright."

Turning, I walked toward the stairs, forcing myself to move at a normal pace, though my heart was slamming against my ribs.

The moment I was out of his sight, I took the steps two at a time, rushing into my room and shutting the door behind me.

I did not waste a second.

I pulled off my clothes in a hurry, letting them fall to the floor, and then I went to my knees beside my bed, reaching underneath to pull out the box I had hidden there weeks ago.

My fingers trembled as I opened it.

Inside was the lingerie set I had ordered last week from an online store.

I had been scrolling endlessly, my obsession driving my fingers to search for something that would make Chase look at me the way he looked at my mother.

When I found this set, I knew it was the one.

It was on a forty percent promotion, which felt like fate, like the universe was conspiring in my favor.

Pulling it out, I hold it up to admire it in the soft light filtering through my curtains.

It was a set of pink net rabbit lingerie, delicate and obscene all at once.

The set included net knee socks with tiny bows at the top, a transparent bra that offered no coverage whatsoever, a suspender belt meant to sit low on my waist, and a matching G-string that was little more than a scrap of fabric and a whisper of pink lace.

There was also a rabbit ear headband, soft and plush, which I knew would make me look innocent and filthy at the same time.

I put it on quickly, my movements practiced from the nights I had tried it on, imagining how Chase would react when he saw me in it.

The net fabric clung to my skin, the transparent bra doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of my nipples, the suspender belt hugging my waist and drawing the eye downward to the thin strip of the G-string that disappeared between my legs.

Pulling the knee socks up, the netting stretching over my thighs, I placed the rabbit ears carefully on my head, adjusting them until they sat just right.

I turned to the mirror on my closet door, and my breath caught.

I looked obscene.

I looked like something from a fever dream, my body on full display, every curve crafted to tempt.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips.

No man could turn this down.

Especially Chase.

Running my fingers along my body, I imagined his fingers digging into the mesh over my hips, his mouth falling open at the sight of me, and a wave of heat rolled through my stomach, settling low and rippling shivers down my spine.

Pulling myself together, I grabbed my camera from the nightstand and moved downstairs.

I descended the stairs quickly, each step bringing me closer to him.

When I reached the bottom, I walked toward the living room, letting my hips sway more than necessary.

The moment I arrived, my eyes landed on Chase, standing with his back to me, gazing out the large window toward the backyard.

The sunlight outlined his broad shoulders and solid frame, and I paused for a moment just to take him in.

He was so striking it made my heart do backflips in my chest.

I crossed the room quietly, moving up behind him, then pressed myself against his back, wrapping my arms around his torso and resting my cheek against him, inhaling his scent.

I felt the heat of him through his shirt, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms, and I smiled against the fabric.

Startled, his body went rigid for a moment before he turned around, pulling away from my embrace.

His eyes dropped to me, taking in the camera in my hand, the lingerie barely covering anything, the rabbit ears perched on my head, and his expression shifted from confusion to something sharper, something bordering on anger.

"What the hell are you putting on, Mia?" he muttered, his jaw tight with irritation.