Skin and Sin (An Erotica Collection)

Stepdaddy’s Filthy Girl -4

The next day Nyssa left her bedroom door cracked on purpose. She had already walked the hallway once in the loosely tied robe, letting it slip open just long enough for one full breast to catch the light and for Theron to see the tight n****e.

She had felt his eyes on her before she closed the bathroom door. Now she wanted more.

She lay on her bed, robe still open, and slid two fingers between her legs. She was already wet from the earlier flash and from the memory of his c**k in the shower and the hard ridge she had felt against his thigh on the couch.

She rubbed slow circles over her c**t and let the first soft moan slip out.

“Theron…”

She said his name louder the second time, fingers pushing deeper. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. She kept her eyes on the cracked door and imagined him standing just outside, listening, c**k in hand.

Theron had been in the hallway when the first moan reached him. He stopped. He heard the wet noise of her fingers and the way she breathed his name. His c**k hardened instantly.

He pushed his shorts down just enough to free himself and wrapped a fist around the thick length. He stroked in time with the soft gasps coming from her room, precum already slicking the head.

When she moaned his name again he walked in without knocking.

Nyssa froze with her fingers still inside herself. The robe was open, one breast fully bare, the other half covered. Her legs were spread. Theron stood in the doorway, c**k out, fist still moving slowly.

“Get up,” he said.

She pulled her hand free and sat up. Her cheeks were flushed. “Theron...”

“Stand.” His voice was low and even. “Now.”

She stood. The robe hung open. Both breasts were visible now, soft and full, n*****s tight from the cool air and from touching herself.

He stepped closer and pulled the robe the rest of the way off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor. She stood naked in front of him. His eyes moved over her t**s, her stomach, the slick shine between her thighs.

“You’ve been seducing me.” he said. “And there would be consequences for your actions.”

He reached for her breasts with both hands. He lifted them, squeezed the soft weight, and rolled both n*****s between his thumbs and fingers. She gasped.

He pinched harder, watching her face, then lowered his head and took one n****e into his mouth. He sucked firmly while his other hand kept twisting the opposite peak. Her back arched. She pushed her chest toward him.

“These,” he said against her skin, “are what you kept offering me every time you walked around without a bra. Every time you leaned over the counter. They’re mine to use now.”

He switched sides, sucking the other n****e deep while he pinched and pulled the first one. She moaned and reached for his shoulders. He caught her wrists and put them at her sides.

“Keep them there. You don’t touch unless I say.”

He spent long minutes on her t**s. He squeezed them together, licked between them, bit lightly at the undersides, then went back to hard suction and steady pinching until both n*****s were dark and swollen and she was trembling.

Only when her breathing had turned ragged did he step back.

“Bend over the bed.”

She turned and bent, hands flat on the mattress, ass presented. He stood behind her and ran one palm over the soft curves. Then he brought his hand down hard. The sharp crack filled the room. She jerked and let out a startled sound.

“Count,” he said. “And thank me.”

“One. Thank you.”

He spanked the other cheek just as hard. “Two. Thank you.”

He set a steady rhythm, alternating sides, covering her ass and the backs of her thighs until the skin turned hot and pink.

Every few strikes he reached under her and caught a n****e, pinching and pulling while the next spank landed. The mix of sharp sting on her ass and deep ache in her breasts made her moan louder.

“You’re wet,” he said, sliding two fingers between her legs and finding the slick heat. “Soaking. This is what happens when a stepdaughter keeps offering herself.”

He pushed the fingers inside her and curled them, still spanking with the other hand. She pushed back onto his fingers and he pulled them out immediately.

“No. You don’t get to come. Not yet. This is punishment.”

He edged her like that for several minutes: fingers deep, spanking hard, then nothing.

Each time she got close he stopped and went back to her t**s, reaching around to squeeze and twist her n*****s while she stayed bent over.

Her thighs shook. Her voice broke when she thanked him for the next set of spanks.

When her ass was thoroughly marked he straightened her and walked her to the head of the bed. He took the belt from his discarded shorts and wrapped it around her wrists, securing them to the headboard. She tested the hold. It held firm.

He climbed onto the bed and went straight back to her breasts. He sucked one n****e while he pinched the other, then switched, then bit lightly at the soft flesh until she was arching as much as the restraint allowed.

Only after that did he move lower. He spread her thighs, licked a slow stripe through her soaked folds, and sealed his mouth over her c**t. He sucked and flicked while two fingers pushed back inside her.

She tried to rock against his mouth. He pinned her hips and kept the pace deliberate, bringing her right to the edge and then stopping, returning to her t**s instead. He repeated the cycle until she was begging in broken sentences.

“Please, Theron. Please let me come. I’ll be good. I’ll take it. Just please...”

“Not yet.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “You seduced me. You don’t get to decide when you come.”

He freed her wrists only long enough to pull her off the bed and put her on her knees on the floor. His c**k stood thick and flushed in front of her face, the head already wet. He wrapped a hand in her hair and guided her mouth onto him.

“Suck.”

She opened and took him deep. He groaned and kept one hand in her hair, controlling the pace, while the other reached down and continued playing with her swollen n*****s, pinching and rolling them in time with the bob of her head.

She moaned around his c**k. The vibration made him thrust a little deeper.

“That’s it. Take it. This is part of your correction.”

He f****d her mouth in steady strokes, never letting her set the rhythm, still working her t**s the entire time.

When he got close he held her still and came hard across her tongue, flooding her mouth. She swallowed what she could. Some spilled from the corner of her lips. He watched it and kept his c**k there until the last pulse faded.

He pulled free and looked down at her. Her lips were shiny, her n*****s dark and used, her ass still pink from the spanking. She was breathing hard, cunt still dripping onto her thighs, denied and desperate.

“Punishment’s not finished,” he said. “Only paused. Get on the bed. Hands back on the headboard.”

She obeyed. He secured her wrists again with the belt and stood there looking at her open, marked body. His c**k was already starting to thicken a second time.

“We’re not done, Nyssa. Not even close.”