Chapter 49 STEP PLEASE
STEPDAD PLEASE
JETTE REYES (FL) — 19 YRS
BLAKE MASON (ML) — 37 YRS
Jette took another look down the hall then tip-toed down the stairs. Sunlight shone through the window next to the door like a beckoning light and she quickened her steps. Her breathing started to ease just as she reached the door but a voice from behind stilled her.
“Where are you going?”
She almost groaned. She'd be so careful….
“Nowhere?” Why did you always have to sound so uncertain?
As much as she disliked him, and as much as he made her life hard, some days she wished she was like him. Hard and commanding with his take-no-shit attitude. Instead she had to be this. The girl who turned with her head lowered like she'd done something wrong, instead of standing up to him and telling him to stop being a big bully and let her hang out with her friends.
“Look up when I'm talking to you, Jette.”
She looked up and up and up, past the pressed suit trousers, gleaming white shirt and into a pair of intense green eyes.
“I'm sorry.”
“Are you?”
No. No she was not. She didn't even understand why she was being grounded. Because she wore skirts?
“Why can't I wear what I like?”
“Because boys are horny little shits who'll take one look at you and think you're free for taking.”
She was though, wasn't she? Her thoughts must've shown on her face because suddenly his expression changed from mild pique to one of pure anger.
“Go back to your room. If I catch you sneaking out again, I'll tan your little ass.”
Almost on instincts she winced and covered her behind, then ran past him and up the stairs. She remembered how it felt, that first time he took her over his knees in her room and spanked her with his paddle-like hand over her jammies like some kid.
It was more of a mental anguish and humiliation than a physical one, to be spanked, and she felt that shame overwhelm her now. She knew this was wrong. All of this. Stepdad did not spank their step-daughters, they did not control what they wore, who they saw and when they went out. They did not kiss on the lips. And anyway, why did he care so much what she wore or who she saw?
Burying her head in her pillow she gave a voice to her frustration and screamed. And why did she like it? It had to do with her daddy issues, and possibly mummy issues too since she hardly concerned herself with her. As far back as she could remember, there had never been anyone who would think it worth it to take a time out of their busy lives to care about what she did.
Especially someone like Blake. His high functioning workaholic, he lived and breathed that equity firm…so why did he give her so much attention? What did she do to deserve those raptor eyes trained on her at all times.
A loud knock snapped her out of her mental anguish and she turned her head just as the door flew open, slamming off the wall. Blake stood in the doorway, furious, holding something white in his fist.
“What-”
He didn't let her finish, in two strides he was on her, grabbing her by her upper arm and yanking her off the bed.
“Aw, you're hurting me!”
He shoved a balled up white material in her face. She pulled back cringing.
“Whose is this?” He asked.
“I don't know. I don't even know what that is. Let me go!”
“Don't play dumb or this will end badly. Whose is this?”
“It's not mine!” She screamed, uncaring if anyone heard her. She knew her mom wasn't home but their housekeeper stayed late some days.
“Not yours? Really, Jette? Who have you been fucking?” Suddenly he flipped her over, pinning her arms behind her back.
“No!” She screamed, doubling her efforts to get free. “Don't hurt me!”
“Stop with the hysterics, Jette.” His steady voice helped calm her but then she felt his big hand sneaking under her skirt and beneath her panties. She thought this is what drugs must feel like, blood shooting through her veins. Every little place he touched she burned. She bit her lip to keep sounds from escaping.
“That's it? No fighting?” He taunted, but maybe wasn't taunting at all because she felt the surprise of his touches and he sank two fingers into her pussy she couldn't help but moan.
“After all that, you still sneaked behind my back and got yourself fucked, huh?”
“No, no, I promise.” Pushing out her behind she squirmed. More, she wanted more but suddenly his touch left her, his weight left the bed and she was flipped back over.
She glanced up and she couldn't quite keep the wonder from her face as she looked at him.
All her life she felt invisible.
Her mom was a trust fund baby who never grew out of her teenage years, and her father hadn't been in the picture for the last decade. Then Blake came in out of nowhere and made her the front and centre of his world. Suddenly everywhere she looked he was there and he let her know, in so many ways.
“Jette, tell me the truth,” he said, his face strangely pleading. She'd never seen Blake look pleading. He lifted the under-shirt, balled tight in his fist. “Whose is this?”
Her eyes slid to the shirt then back to Blake. “I don't know,” she said honestly. She bit her lip, her eyes meandering down Blake's bulky frame. Those huge arms, that slight gut hanging over his belt. “Can we carry on playing?”
His brows rose and the shirt forgotten he stared, dumbfounded.
“Blake?” Did she say something wrong? He liked her, didn't he?
“I don't think you realize what you're asking for.”
“You mean….sex?” She whispered the last word watching the play of emotions on his face with morbid fascination. At first lust, then guilt and shame, then all three at once.
Lying back, she opened her legs for him, her panties were still bunched to the side with his earlier playing, and she watched his eyes zero in on that little place, making her heart flutter.
“Are you still a virgin?”
She nodded, flushing deep red. His fingers reached to stroke through her wet folds making her jump. Then he pinched her clit, and her eyes shot to his angry ones.
“If I find out you're lying,”
“I'm not. I promise. Please don't hurt me.” She just wanted the other bit, with the touching and the kissing. He'd kissed her once, on the lips. She wanted that again.
He let go and stood back, his eyes still trained on her pussy and she watched open mouthed as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.
He was thick and extremely hard and she couldn't help but be turned on, although she was unsure if he could fit into her. He was huge.
“Don't be scared, baby,” he soothed, wrapping his big fist around his length and stroking it slowly, with his pre cum.
Baby. She liked him calling her baby.
“Is it…how will it fit?”
He groaned, stroking his length, faster now. “Oh Goddd, you really are innocent, aren't you?”
“Blake, I don't-” she started to close her legs but he put one hand on her bent knee, stopping her.
“You'll take it,” was all he said, before he pulled her back down the bed so her bottom was nearly hanging over the edge, then, gripping her waist with one hand and guiding his cock with another he entered her, slowly. She was dripping wet and it made the penetration easier.
He groaned, long and loud. She whimpered, watching the head of his cock disappear into her. His thumb stroked her clit, rubbing and rubbing.
“Oh..” she squirmed, closing her eyes.
“How does it feel?”
“I don't know…”
“Jette” he said, voice demanding. He wanted an answer.
“Strange.”
Shifting, he slid in deeper and this time they both moaned.
“Now?” He bit out, still stroking her clit. I'm answer she pulled her legs higher, holding onto her thighs with a death grip as he fucked her. In, out, in, out, and deeper each time, every thrusts and undiscovered pleasure. She didn't know it could feel this good.
“Aaaahh,” she moaned, biting her lower lips, bed springs groaning and he slammed quicker, harder. His hands gripped her waist and he leaned over her, pressing her down on the mattress with his weight and it felt amazing, wonderful and she felt something building, coiling like a snake before unwinding and she was coming, her pussy spasming on his cock.
“Jette,” he bit out, his fingers digging into her flesh so hard she was sure it would leave a mark but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except Blake, Blake, his cock and his attention.
He slammed faster
and harder, before crashing into her, hugging her tightly while groaning as he busted inside her. His warm load, filling her up.