The Step

I was leaving St. Louis for a new life on the west coast. I'd always hated the harsh Midwestern winters and couldn't wait to be lying on a warm California beach. It was only October and already there was a chill in the Missouri air. Having done my time at the university, I'd earned a degree in accounting and had eagerly accepted the first job I was offered in Los Angeles. I'd spent so much time studying the past four years that I'd lost touch with the few friends I'd made back in high school. My mother and I were what you'd call estranged, so that left only one person I would truly miss.

Five husbands. That's how many spouses my mother had gone through in my lifetime. The second marriage produced me, but it didn't last long. My birth father divorced us both when I was six months old, which means he hasn't even sent a birthday card my way in all of my twenty-two years. Rob was my mother's fourth try at marital bliss. I was eighteen by the time they wed. She'd grown older while her taste in men had grown younger. Rob was only twenty-nine when he'd assumed the role of my stepfather. Ironically, he'd proven himself to be the most mature, taking the responsibility rather seriously. He took a great interest in my education and when my mother filed for yet another divorce, he offered to let me continue to live with him so that I wouldn't have to resort to living in a dorm room. Nothing could have made my mother happier, as she'd already moved on to her next fiancee who wasn't thrilled at the idea of me moving in with him and his new bride-to-be. Not all men are quick to buy a package deal.

My first year of college was daunting, to put it mildly. I'd sailed through high school while hardly having the need to crack a book, but the work load was much heavier at the university. Still hurt at being so easily disregarded by my mother, my heart wasn't in it. I barely managed a C average that first semester. Rob, who'd funded the tuition was more than a little disappointed.

"What's the problem, Tess? You've always been a good student."

"Well, I suppose I could try fucking one of my professors, or all of them," I said sarcastically. "That should raise my grade."

"What the hell has gotten into you? I spend my hard earned money on your future and you make crude jokes?"

"Maybe I need a spanking, Daddy," I quipped, not sure myself as to why I was being such a brat. He was the only one who'd ever taken an interest in me and this is how I was going to repay him.

"How about I send you to your room instead," he responded.

"Oh, come on, I'm nineteen."

"Yes, but this is my house and I don't want to deal with you right now. Seriously, go, Tess."

I left him in his office where he'd summoned me fifteen minutes earlier. As I shut the door behind me I felt banished from the only person I trusted. What he didn't know was that there was something more than trust between us and there had been for awhile. After my mother had moved out of the house, I'd begun fantasizing about him nonstop. He was a handsome man and I knew his secrets, which made him even more appealing to me.

Once, when he thought I'd be out late catching a midnight movie, I'd come home early. He was with a date in the living room. They didn't hear me come in, so I got a full view of what was happening. The young blond woman was about my age. I recognized her as his secretary. Rob was sitting nude on the sofa with the woman over his knee. He was spanking her bare ass.

"Who is the boss," he demanded as his hand came down on her cheeks with a loud crackle.

"You are," she shrieked.

"And while am I disciplining you?"

"I deserve it," she whimpered. "I was late to work again. I know how you feel about that. Please forgive me."

He smacked her ass again. "How will you make it up to me?"

"I'll do anything you want."

"You know what I want."

"Do you want me to pretend to be Tess? Do you want me to call you Daddy?"

"Yes." he answered.

I didn't stay to watch anymore. I tiptoed out the front door and drove to a twenty-four hour café, where I spent the rest of the evening drinking coffee refills and trying to comprehend what I'd seen, what it meant. Strangely, it didn't bother me at all to know that my stepfather had feelings for me that were far from fraternal. As I've said, he was a handsome man. I had on more than one occasion felt a twinge of jealousy at how lucky my mother was to have him. I'd wondered if I'd ever find a man like him. Now that I knew he wanted me in that way, it was hard being near him without wondering what it would be like to have him run his hands over my body. I was so plagued with fantasies I was sure could never become a reality, that I rarely dated other men. I told myself if I could only have Rob once, my curiosity would be satisfied and I could move on with my life. Let me tell you, when the mind wants something badly enough, it can justify anything. Whenever I started to feel guilty about the desires some might call unnatural, I reasoned that it wasn't as if he were my real father. Really, he was more of a benefactor.

The night he sent me to my room as though I were a child rather than a grown woman, I felt rejected by someone who was supposed to have an unconditional tolerance, if not love, towards me. Of course, it made me want him all the more. I could not remember him ever before having a harsh word with me and I was determined to get back into his good graces. Never go to bed on an argument, I'd always heard.

Apologizing and putting an end to our disagreement was all I intended upon when I entered his room later that night. That's what I often tell myself, but if it were true, I wouldn't have waited for him to go to bed before approaching him. I know that now if I didn't know it then.

He was sleeping the way he liked, with the fan blowing full blast in his face. It was a fight he'd had countless times with my mother. He simply could not sleep without the breeze. The covers were twisted just below his navel and once my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see the line where his pubic hair began. To discover him sleeping in the nude should have been enough to send me running out of the room, but urges were beginning to churn in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. Unable to ignore them, I sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.

He opened his eyes instantly. "Tess, what are doing here? Are you sick?"

"No, I felt bad about what happened earlier. I shouldn't have acted the way I did."

"That's alright," he said, pulling the covers over his abdomen. "Go on back to bed. We'll talk tomorrow."

Knowing that it was then or never, I put a hand on his bare arm and felt the muscle ripple there. "I don't want to go back to my bed. It's lonely there."

He sighed, telling me my touch had an effect on him. "I really think you should get back to your room."

"Don't make me go. You don't really want me to," I whispered.

"What do you mean by that?"

I allowed my hand to graze over his chest. "I want to stay here and lie next to you. I want you to touch me."

"That's not going to happen," he said with a trembling voice. He didn't sound sure of his own words.

It was not in my character to be so bold with a man, but I knew his secret. "I haven't been very good to you lately. I don't deserve everything you do for me. You should punish me."

His eyes widened at my suggestive tone. He understood what I was implying. "You don't understand what you're asking for," he said. "You're my daughter."

"Not really. We don't even have the same last name," I reminded him.

"I'm not like the boys you're used to, Tess. You aren't ready for a man like me," he warned.

He was wrong about that. None of the boys I'd dated had a clue as to what their own futures held. They drank too much and they cheated. Taking care of me was the last thing on their minds. I needed a man who would take the wheel when I felt that everything in my life was spinning so very out of control, which is how I felt the majority of the time. I was more than ready for him.

"I understand what I'm getting into," I said. "I saw you with your secretary. I know what you like. Please, let me give it to you."

"You saw me?"

"Yes, you made her pretend to be me, but you don't have to do that anymore. I'm right here. Touch me."

He put his hand over the thin material of my night gown and fondled the breasts underneath. "You saw what I did to Denise and you still want this," he asked.

"Yes."

"I should be angry with you for watching me, invading my privacy."

"You should be," I agreed. "Punish me."

He shook his head. "It's not right."

"Well, it's not necessarily wrong, either. Why can't it just be what it is? We both want it and there are no blood ties between us."

"It would have to be our secret."

"Yes, who would I tell?"

"Have you ever done anything like this before," he asked.

"Like what?"

"Asked a boy to punish you," he said in a stern voice.

"No."

"Then how do you know you want it?"

"When I lie in bed at night and think of it, I can't sleep. It drives me crazy and I want to come to you."

He nodded. "Alright, take off that gown."

I stood and slipped the gown over my head. Underneath I wore nothing.

"When you think of me, do you ever touch yourself?"

"Sometimes," I confessed.

"Lie on the bed and show me."

"Oh, I don't think I could do that," I said, suddenly shy. Fantasies were one thing, but this was really happening and I still had my inhibitions.

"You are the one who asked for this. Do you want to back out, go back to your room and pretend this never happened?

"No."

"Then do what I say. I want to watch you play with yourself. You did say you'd give me what I want."

I got onto the bed and lied on my back, allowing a hand to fall between my legs. I was shocked to find that my pubic hair was matted with wetness.

"That's it, Tess, spread your legs. I want to see all of you."

I lifted my knees and spread my legs wide as my fingers began to massage my clit. At first I felt awkward with him sitting beside me, gazing at me with intent eyes. Then my body began to respond to my own manipulation and I couldn't help but moan.

"You're beautiful," he said. "If you only knew how many times I imagined watching you do this to yourself."

"Oh, please, put your hands on me," I begged.

"Not yet, baby. I like to watch. I've waited too long for this. I won't let you take a minute of it away from me. Now slowly, put two fingers inside yourself."

I did as he said and groaned.

"Good girl. Do you ever pretend it's me inside you when you do that?"

"Yes, always."

He leaned over until our faces were nearly touching. "Just keep doing what you're doing," he said before his lips crushed down over mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and another muffled moan escaped me. I threw my free arm around his neck while my other hand continued to play with my pussy. I felt his hard bulge press into my side, warm against my skin. I wanted to feel it between my legs, but he seemed content to let me pleasure myself.

"You know, if we didn't go all the way, it wouldn't be so bad," he murmured in my ear. There are other things we can do, things that would feel just as good, if we do them right."

"No, I need you inside me," I said.

"We'll see," he answered.

"Don't you want to fuck me?"

His response was to take my hand in his and guide it to his lips. One by one he licked my wetness from each finger. Then he dipped his own hand between the folds of my slit and rubbed me there for a moment before bringing his fingers back up to smear the slick moisture onto my lips. "Taste."

I licked my lips clean and then parted them so he could slide his fingers into my mouth.

"Good," he asked.

I answered by sucking greedily on his fingers until he pulled them away.

"Look what your letting me do to you. You're not a good girl at all, are you," he teased.

Now we were getting to the heart of what he wanted from me and the thought of giving it to him excited me beyond anything I'd ever felt. Instinctively, I knew the words he was waiting to hear. "I should be punished."

"I think you should," he agreed. "I'm not, however, entirely convinced you fully understand what's about to happen. I'm going to give you a word. Let's say dropout. That suits you, considering your recent grades. If you say that word, I'll stop. Otherwise, you are free to scream and cry all you want. One of the things that sold me on this house is that it's isolated. No one will hear you."

Somehow, just knowing that I'd be completely at his mercy made it all the more enticing. Perhaps I didn't fully understand what I was getting into, but I didn't want to stop.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed so that he was sitting with his back turned to me. "Get up," he said.

I got off the bed and stood before him. He had an ambivalent expression, as though he were making a last minute attempt to get himself under control. I was afraid he'd send me away, so I took his face in my hands and assured him, "It's okay. You're the only one I've ever truly wanted."

"This is going to be the first and last time for us," he said.

"Then don't hold back," I replied.

"Lie across my knees."

I did as he said, putting my hands on the floor to support myself with my head dangling down. The position was ungainly and more degrading than I had imagined, which only brought on a fresh sense of yearning as he thrust his hand between my legs and fingered my hole somewhat roughly.

"Who am I, Tess?"

"My daddy. Your my daddy," I sighed.

He pulled out of me and grabbed a glass of water from the night table. I gasped as he poured the cool liquid onto the cheeks of my ass, explaining,"It's more effective on wet skin."

I suddenly had the feeling that this was going to hurt more than I'd anticipated.

"I'm going to spank you now. Then, after I'm sure I've taught you a good lesson, I'm going to make everything better by fucking you. Understand?"

"Yes."

I can't say I enjoyed that first stinging slap as it descended upon my ass. I'd never had a spanking in life and the force of it took my breath away and brought tears to my eyes. "Ah," I shrieked.

"How does that feel, Tess?"

"It hurts," I cried.

He hit me again, causing me to let out another cry.

"Why am I doing this, Tess?"

"Because you're my daddy and it's your job to teach me."

Another slap. It was just as intense as the first two, but somehow it seemed to hurt a bit less, the pain turning into an oddly soothing warmth that spread over my bottom.

"Teach you what?"

"How to be a good girl."

"That's right," he said, massaging my sore cheeks.

I wanted him to touch my pussy again, but he resumed my punishment, landing blow after blow onto my screaming flesh.

"Please, stop," I begged. Of course, I didn't use the safe word he'd given me. I'd wanted this a very long time. I wanted to earn his mercy.

He stopped and massaged my ass again, a gentle contrast to the harsh punishment he'd doled out thus far. "Why are you doing so poorly in school?"

"I don't know," I choked through my sobs.

He gave me another whack. "Don't lie to me. Do you think I don't know the truth? You don't want to graduate, do you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because then I'd have to leave. I don't want to leave you," I confessed. "You are all I've ever had. I love you."

"It's about time you were honest with yourself before you self-destruct. Your punishment is over. Lie back down on the bed."

I raised myself from him and collapsed onto the bed. He joined me at my side. I was stilling stifling sobs when he lips grazed my neck and traveled to my breasts.

"Now I'm going to make it better, just like I promised," he said before taking a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh," I murmured as I felt the nipple harden under his tongue. The stinging in my bottom had already begun to subside.

He planted kisses on my belly and continued lower. I couldn't wait for the feel of his tongue on my clit, but wait is exactly what he made me do. He licked the outside of my lower lips in a soft, teasing manner, but refused to go deeper between them. The sensation was just enough to make me want more. I couldn't stop myself from writhing my hips against his tongue. He took one lip between his teeth and bit down with a slight firmness. I immediately stopped moving and was rewarded by his mouth finally finding my clit. He rolled it between his teeth, then began to suck as I cried out. He began to alternate between nibbling, sucking and licking, so that I never knew what to expect next. I could only lie there as he manipulated my most sensitive place for what seemed an eternity. When my breath became so short as to come in a pant, I placed the palm of my hand on the back of his head and began to grind myself into his face.

He pulled away, grasping both of my wrists and pinning them onto the mattress. "Who's in charge here," he demanded.

"You. Oh, you," I whimpered.

"And who am I?"

"Daddy."

He fell upon me and I felt his hardness pressing against me, preparing to enter. "Say it again."

"Daddy."

He slid into me. It didn't feel wrong or right. It simply felt necessary, like something I'd gone too long without, but always needed.

As his dick began to pump inside me I lost myself in the pleasure of the sweet friction. He placed my arms over my head and held them there. To be confined only made the sensations more maddening. I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and cling to him.

"Harder, please," I pleaded. "Fuck me harder."

He rammed into me as far as he could go and then ground himself against me as he twirled hips. His cock was now massaging the walls of my pussy as I was held firmly in place, unable to move. I was on the edge of a screaming orgasm when he pulled back, only to repeat the action. I moaned and whimpered, but I couldn't speak any words. My lust had rendered me speechless. It was only when he began to fuck me in earnest, slamming into me again and again, that I found my voice.

"Don't stop fucking me. Please, I'll be good. I'll be so good. Don't stop."

He rode me hard, but even when the soreness set in I didn't want him to stop. I continued to urge him on with my pleading words until I felt his hot cum shoot into me. I came hard, shuddering against his twitching cock. When he released my arms I slung them over his neck and kissed him. He'd said this would be the first and last time. I wasn't ready for it to end yet.

"Are you alright," he asked.

"I'm more than alright."

He pulled out of me and rolled onto the mattress. "You should go back to your room now and we'll never speak of this. You'll get your grades back up and move on with your life. That is the natural order of things. I'll always be here for you, but this cannot happen again."

"I want to sleep next to you," I said.

"That wouldn't be a very good idea," he sighed.

I left him and went back to my cold, lonely bed. Honoring his wishes was hard, but I never again brought up what happened between us, nor did I make any gesture to offer myself to him again until the day I packed for California.

I would be setting out early in the morning. It was a three day drive, so I made sure I had everything ready to go before bed time that last evening. I was about to turn in for the night when I heard the shower in the main bathroom turn on just on the other side of the wall. It hurt too much to think of leaving him. It wasn't guilt. I surely didn't picture him being alone for long. He was a vibrant, exceptional looking man. A woman would quickly replace my mother's presence, along with mine, soon enough. The thought made me ache with envy. I knew I wasn't going anywhere without feeling his touch one last time.

I crept down the hall. Feeling like a seductress, I grasped the door knob to the closed bathroom door. If it was locked I'd forget it, I told myself, but it wasn't. The knob turned and I pushed the door open, gazing at him through the glass shower doors. His body was quite amazing, muscles bulging everywhere. I stood there and waited for him to notice me. When he finally did he froze.