Stepdaddy Savage (3 page)

I love this foreplay. It’s not subtle, but it’s ours, and I knew Graham Savage is the kind of guy who knows what he wants. He owns me, tells me what to do, and I just do it.

“Fuck it! Come the fuck here,” he commands eventually, downing his full shot and throwing the glass on his desk.

I sway toward him, a little faster than I would have if he were Theo James. What in the actual fuck am I doing? Seducing my step-dad?

When my thigh brushes his knee, I stop. His body feels hard and hot and I want nothing more than to climb over my daddy and do filthy things to him, because he is not my daddy. My real one’s in prison, and he hasn’t done half the things Graham has done to make sure that I’m taken care of and safe.

I clasp his knee between my thighs and squeeze hard, hovering over him, but his hand reaches my waist and steadies me. He keeps the distance between us, and I hate it.

“This doesn’t feel like discipline, daddy,” I drawl, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Fuck, he is sexy. His strong, wide chest is moving up and down and I know that he feels it too. His breaths are shallow underneath that crisp, iron dress shirt and I don’t even want to know what’s hiding behind those dark gray dress pants. I’m afraid to look down because I have a feeling I’m dealing with something a lot more intimidating than the standard six-inch cock of a high school kid, who comes after you jerk him off for ten seconds.

“What does it feel like?” His voice is extra dark when he asks it.

“It feels like seduction.” I bite my lower lip.

Graham gets up from his chair slowly and closes the little distance between us. His eyes are on mine, and my knees buckle with need. And shame. I’m lusting after my step-dad. Holy cow.

He moves his hand across my cheek, letting it disappear behind my neck, into my long honey-blonde hair, and lowers his face to meet mine. I see the pulse in his neck; I feel mine in my toes. It’s all happening too fast but there’s no denying the attraction now. My panties are soaked and if he’d ask me to sit back down, my need for him is going to be smeared all over the leather chair across from him.

“Next time you want to drink and dance, you do it in your room, understand? If you want company, you ask for me to come watch you do it. You do not get out of Jersey. Hell, you do not get out of the fucking house. Oh, and word of advice—next time I find you flirting with guys who can be your real
daddy
,” he enunciates, and I swallow hard, my confidence faltering. “There’ll be nothing left of them. Nothing, Dahlia. And it will be your fucking fault, on your conscience. Now, excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” He leaves my personal space at once while I’m hot and bothered, just like the name of his club.

When I hear the door shutting behind me, his voice still echoes in the room.

“Nice moves, by the way.”

I
t’s been a week since the club incident, and in that time, I’ve made myself scarce and avoided Graham like the plague.

He must not have mentioned it to my mom, because she hasn’t said a word about it. I doubt they talk very often, and I sometimes wonder why he even bothers living under the same roof with us. No one talks to anyone in this house. We’re three strangers who bump into each other in the hallway on occasions.

What strikes me as odd is knowing that if Annabelle was privy to my weekend’s whereabouts, she wouldn’t have been mad, anyway. Hell, she’d have probably hi-fived my ass and wished me good luck.

This, of course, doesn’t make the guilt swirling in my gut shrink, not even an inch. Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to basically molest my step-dad? And why did he seem so into it? I’m blaming my lapse in judgment on the alcohol. The alcohol that
he
fed me.

All week, I’ve been in a Graham-induced fog. Mom hasn’t noticed, but I don’t think she’d notice if her ass was on fire. Graham, on the other hand, has definitely noticed. Something has shifted between us and we can both feel it, but I have a feeling he’s letting me hide… for now.

Jade knows something’s up with me, but I haven’t said a word about what really went down after she left. As far as she knows, I got a stern talking-to and sent home.

Graham never contacted her parents like he said he would. Probably because he’s not a snitch, but mostly because he doesn’t give a damn.

I know Jade wouldn’t judge me—actually, she’d be jealous of me—but telling her would mean admitting to myself that it happened.

Dahlia is my name and denial is my game
.

Even now, when I sit at the high school cafeteria, surrounded by the cheerleaders and ballers crowd, staring at my salad like it tried to rape me, I can’t think about anything but my stupid step-dad.

“Don’t you think so, Dahl?” I snap out of my thoughts of self-loathing to find Jade looking at me expectantly from the other side of the table.

“Um, yeah, totally.” I have no idea what she just said. I hope she didn’t ask me if I’m into bestiality.

“You literally have no idea what I just said, do you?” She lifts one eyebrow, scanning my face, looking for clues to whatever’s going on with me. Dammit. She knows me too well.

“I just asked if you thought I could make socks with sandals look good. Good to know you think I should go for it.”

I roll my eyes, puffing a lock of blonde hair from my face. At least it’s not sheep fucking, right?

“Sorry, I’m just distracted today,” I apologize while we get up and collect our stuff. She does the same, and I swing an arm around her shoulder as we walk out of the cafeteria, and thank God, out of school. Fridays are half days for us, so we don’t have any classes after lunch.

“Yeah, I would be too if I had a daddy like Graham.” She teases again, pinching my waist. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been distracted since that night at Hot N’ Bothered.”

See?
Too
well. I try to play it off anyway.

“Uh, no, not all of us are as pervy as you are. See you tomorrow, slore,” I tell her as I smack her ass and head to my car.

“Later, skankapotamus.”

As I enter Graham’s house—our house, I remind myself. It’s still hard to think of this place as my own, even after three years—I notice my mom and Julio slip out the back door, giggling all the way to the pool house, oblivious of my presence. Whether she thinks she’s being sneaky, or just doesn’t care, I have no idea. But, I can’t help but resent her for it. Graham is a hard ass, and not the easiest person to get along with, but he’s been nothing but good to us. He’s given us a roof over our heads, food on our table and I’m sure he fucks around but when he does, it’s not here on the premises.

Fooling around right under his nose, on his property, is beyond disrespectful.

I walk up the stairs and down the hall, to the best part of the house, my bedroom. If—no,
when
Annabelle fucks up our arrangement with Graham, it will be the one thing I miss about living here. The massive bed with all white bedding is bigger than my entire room at our old apartment. The ceilings are high, the walls a lavender pink and my closet is as big as Jade’s living room. Plus, I have my own bathroom. It’s a good thing I don’t have a fridge in here or I’d never leave.

I am glad to have an empty house, though, because the night Graham had me dance for him has given me more than enough to fill my spank bank quota for the entire year. Or century. I’ve been masturbating like crazy this week.

I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have these feelings for him. But they’re just fantasies. No harm in fantasizing, right?

That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as I lie down on my bed, flip up my navy skirt, which is a part of my school uniform, and grab the toy out of my nightstand that Jade gave me as a gag gift for my birthday last year.

Apparently, she thinks I need to get laid. She’s right to some extent, because despite my sass and bold statements, I’m sadly still a virgin. So far I don’t feel like I’ve missed out on too much. I’ve made out with boys and let them clumsily poke around with their fingers. Nothing compares to DYI though so that’s exactly what I’m sticking to nowadays—pardon the pun.

I flop on my bed, bite the corner of my lower lip and close my eyes picturing Graham’s piercing eyes and his strong hands moving over my body. I use one hand to tug my shirt and bra down and play with my puckered nipple while the other hand drags the toy through my wetness, slowly, teasingly, before pushing it inside. Mom and Julio are on the other side of the estate and there’s no way they could ever get back home before night falls; I know exactly what they’re doing at the pool house.

I’m relaxed…and hot for my new fantasy.

I can already feel my orgasm building since I’m so on edge after thinking about my step-dad all day. My back arches and my mouth falls open, eyes squeezed shut. God, I can almost smell him. That faint scent of cigars and his masculine soap almost sends me over the edge.

“Graham…” The moan slips out of my mouth without a conscious thought, but the strangled groan is what has my eyes flying open, because it’s not mine. Oh God, it’s
definitely
not mine.

Holy shit! Shit shit
shit!

I’m not imagining his smell because
he’s standing in my doorway
, staring unapologetically, without saying a word. I freeze in total shock, waiting for him to say or do
something
, but he just gives an almost imperceptible nod, as if to tell me to continue. I stall for a few more seconds, making sure I’m not confusing his hungry look with a disapproving one.

Another tiny nod my way and he is so tall…so hot in this expensive black suit and perfectly trimmed hair, oozing power, danger and
manhood
.

I’m so turned on that I don’t have to be told a third time. I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a better view, and I start working my toy again. He doesn’t make a move to come near me, or even touch himself. But I see the desire in his eyes and the hard-on in his pants.
Fuck, his dick
. I can’t stop staring at it as it gets bigger and more swollen by the nanosecond under the expensive fabric of his suit.

His hands are clenched at his sides and I wish he’d just let go. I want him to come finish the job for me. And knowing that we could get caught any second? Somehow it makes me feel so bad, but in the best way. I drop my hand from my breast, suck on my finger, and then bring it down to circle my clit. He licks his lips and it looks like he’s barely holding on to his restraint. Finally, his resolve cracks and he palms his thick cock over his slacks. I circle my hips and rub my clit faster, getting off on the fact I’m turning him on and there’s no denying this anymore. He wants me and I want him and one day—one day soon—he is going to take my virginity and everything else I have to offer him.

“That’s it,
Dolly,
come for me.” I hear his pained groan of release as his head rolls back and I lose it. Completely lose it.

I explode with a pleasure so profound it almost feels like agony. I throw my head back and scream louder than I mean to before letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I’ve never come so hard. After a few seconds of panting, the reality of what we just did fights its way to the surface, but I just want to sit here and bask in the best orgasm of my life for just a few more seconds.

This is no longer a stupid little dance after a few shots of whiskey. I masturbated while my step-dad watched…and touched himself.

When I finally catch my breath, and my courage, I sit up to face him, only to find him gone. Like he was never there at all. I collapse back onto my bed and smack my forehead.

Why did I not lock the door? Well, because I never do. Mom never stops by my room to visit me, and she’s on the other side of the estate right now. I would’ve heard her stumbling around, drunk off of vodka and sex. And Graham…up until now he barely acknowledged my existence, let alone came knocking on my door.

This is bad. My common sense seems to take a vacation whenever he’s around lately, only to come back with a vengeance the second I’m alone. One thing is for sure, I need to stay far, far away from him.

My daddy is going to hurt me…and the worst part is that
I want him to
.