Page 10 of Twisted Bonds
"That's good. We will figure out how to get your car back when everything is done. Stick with our girl here, Olive. Ryan's very good at what she does."
Ryan blushes at my compliment, so I wink at her and head back for my office. Stopping after about six steps, I spin. "Ryan, once you've settled Olive in, will you please come see me in my office?"
"Sure, give me about an hour, and I'll be there."
"Perfect…"
I'm looking at Bellini's website online to see if I can find anything that would look perfect on Ryan for the Ball, but everything is falling short. I want her in a one-of-a-kind dress, and I want it to fit all her perfect curves just right. Sending off an email to my designer instead, a soft knock sounds at my door, and I see Ryan standing in the doorway.
"Come in, pretty girl. You know you don't have to wait to enter unless my door is closed," I tell her as my eyes rake down her slender form. "Please close the door."
"I'm only trying to respect your privacy,Sir." She grins and then I watch her fingers also turn the lock on the door.
Ryan's wearing black skinny jeans and a sweater, with some slip-on flats adorning her small feet. She's a light stepper as she heads my way, coming around my desk to wedge herself between my desk and my chair. My legs are spread, and I roll my chair closer, enclosing her in my space.
"Is Olive all settled?" I ask as my hand runs up the inside of her leg.
"Yes, she's napping. She's pregnant, Bain…I mean, Sir."
I cock my brow at her slip-up, but she's smirking. Someone is playing at being a brat today. "Hm, and to think that I would give you a little gift. Only good girls get gifts, don't they?"
My hand now rests at the apex of her thighs, and I can feel the warmth radiating through her jeans. I haven't touched her yet, not where she wants me to touch her, anyway. I know I'm going to hell for craving my stepdaughter, but she's a woman who has needs…very particular needs, and I feel I should be the one to help her. So, why is it I feel guilty every time I fuck her?
I slowly open her jeans and unzip them. Leaning forward, I lift the hem of her sweater and brush my lips against her soft skin. I don't allow myself the pleasure of tasting her lips, but I'll be damned if I deny myself every other inch of her.
Once I get my fill of kissing her mid-section, I pull her pants down slowly. "I have an event in about two weeks and need a date."
"Oh yeah? Do you need me to search for one for you? I'm sure I can find you a compatible date from that Christian dating site, Sir."
"Oh? You think so, do you?" I ask amusedly.
"Oh yes. They are just waiting to get their cherries plucked by a big bad monster."
"You think I'm a monster?" I frown.
Ryan chuckles. "No, not in a bad way." She looks at my hardness bulging through my dress pants and smirks.
I let out a growl, spin her around, and bend her over my desk. I stand and free mymonstercock out and line it up to her entrance. "Anyway, I've decided to take you with me."
I plunge into her hard and deep, making her groan before leaning over her and moving my mouth to her ear. "Did I tell you that it's in Italy?"
"Oh, God…"
"No, God won't be there, pretty girl, but I'm sure we can find a room for you to worship me in while we attend." Thrusting back into her, I fuck her hard and rough until she's creaming all over my cock.
Five
Ryan
The moment I stepped into his office; I knew we were going to fuck. It may not be why he called me in here, but when I saw him lean back into his chair and call me by his nickname, my greedy kitty purred to life. His eyes lit up when I locked the door, and by the time I reached him, after the way he perused my body on my way over, said kitty was already dripping.
I've come to the conclusion that I am a sex addict. I love only one man, and my heart will only ever belong to him, even if he no longer wants me.Only ever his.But apparently, I'll come for anyone who gives my body what it craves. Don't get me wrong, I've come to care for Bain. He's been good to me since I've been back, and I trust him to know what to give me to sate the carnal urges that flare up constantly.
He seems content and happy, as well. I let him dominate me and use me for his own dark pleasures because, come on, it's not like I don't also benefit from them. The sex and anything that has to do with sex is what we both agreed on. So, when he mentions wanting me to be his date to some event for Bellini Formal while he has me bent over his desk and railing me from behind, I'm hesitant, and he knows it.
"Did I tell you that it's in Italy?"
I moan from both the rough way he's taking me and the fact that I've always wanted to visit Italy. I'm deliriously horny, wanting to reach my climax as soon as I can. I don't know what I'm saying or what he's saying, but whatever it is has Bain thrusting into me even harder.
