Illicit Desires For My Stepfather

WILLIAM. “You've been summoned, William.” I heard the mistress say and I raised a brow at her as she slid into the seat beside me. “Summoned? I'm done for the night, Mistress.” I muttered, counting my tips and frowning a bit when I noticed it was a little smaller than what I usually earned. “He asked for you specifically,” Mistress said, her hands folded and I finally paused, looking at her in confusion. “He? You know I don't do men, Mistress. There are other gay men in the club, why me?” I questioned, shoving my money into my pocket and she shrugged. “I don't know, honey. He asked for the tall, slender boy with blue eyes. And you know we never turn down a client. No matter what.” She muttered, her tone taking a stoic turn and I let out a sigh, knowing I couldn't refuse her words. She could easily send me out, and then, my never-satisfied, sexually frustrated self would be in huge trouble. Regardless of what people said, I worked as a s*x worker because I truly wanted to. I had two reasons for being here. One, because I was addicted to s*x. Two, so that I could leave my abusive home. The money was too attractive to turn down anyway. “He's willing to pay a fortune, William. Don't mess it up or I'm taking your cut.” She whispered, patting my shoulder in the process and I let out a sigh before nodding. I made my way to the s*x room behind the curtains, wondering why a man would want me all of a sudden. The red lights in the room made me blink slightly but I focused on taking my shirt off and putting the blindfold on. One rule of the s*x room was simple, never see who the client was. So we had a blindfold on no matter what. I've never seen who I was f*****g or whose cunt I was eating out like a delicious dessert, but it was a sensual experience. Having to rely on my other senses without my sight made it even more enjoyable. Except, I was never truly satisfied. I walked around the familiar room, making my way to the bed when I suddenly bumped into a strong figure. “s**t,” I muttered, stumbling backward but without my sight, I couldn't grab something to stabilize myself. So I was falling before I knew it. However, strong arms wrapped around my waist, stopping me from falling hard and I unconsciously placed my hands on his shoulders. His sturdy shoulders that flexed under my grip. “Are you alright?” He asked, his deep voice sending shivers running down my spine and I shuddered from the feeling. “Yes,” I muttered immediately, stepping away from him and he let go. “I heard you asked for me specifically.” “That is true.” He replied, his voice drifting away like he was walking away from me. “I don't do men. Just wanted to give you a heads-up.” I muttered, knowing that he was watching me and he hummed softly. “I know. So I heard. But you're not here to give me pleasure. It's quite the opposite.” He pointed out and my brows furrowed in confusion. “I don't understand you. My work here is to—” “Satisfy the clients and make sure they leave feeling satisfied. I know that, Will.” He said and my breath hitched with the way he called my nickname. Only a few people called me that but here he was, doing it without my permission. “Come here, Will.” He ordered and I found myself making my way to the bed without trying to stop myself. There was something about how his voice was so authoritative that made me want to say “Yes, sir” to everything he asked of me. “Clients never call their workers by name,” I whispered and when I felt his presence behind me, I swallowed hard. “What if I don't want to be your client? What if I don't want you to be my worker? What if…” His voice trailed off, his lips on my neck and I let out a shaky breath. “... I want you to be my Will?” “That's impossible,” I muttered shakily. “Can we get to why you're actually here? I have to leave in about fifteen minutes.” “You won't be leaving here even after an hour, Will.” Cocky. He seemed to forget I wasn't interested in him at all. Except his freaking seductive voice, that is. “Sit, Will.” He commanded and without hesitation, my butt was on the bed. How did he control me so easily? “Can we actually—” I stiffened when I felt him kneel in front of me, spreading my legs apart. “What are you doing!?” “I told you, I came to do the opposite of what you've been doing. I'm here to pleasure you, Will.” He said, his hands unbuckling my pants and I immediately stopped him, my voice trembling as I spoke. “If you're here to mess with me—” “Shut up and let me do what I'm here to do, alright?” His voice was so soft yet so seductive that I actually shut up immediately. He pulled down my pants and I sucked in a sharp breath, not knowing what to expect. His hand wrapped around my c**k in a second and my hips thrusted up in response, a soft hiss escaping my lips. “f**k…” I groaned as he moved his hand up and down and I placed my right hand on his shoulder, my other hand fisting the sheets in pleasure. It made no sense. Usually, I did most of the foreplay for my clients; I couldn't even remember the last time I got a hand job or blow job. All I did was f**k endlessly and eat p***y. Who was the dude and what did he want from me? “Ah— Oh f**k—” Moans tumbled out of my lips when I felt his soft lips wrap around my c**k, my hand fisting his hair gently. “S-s**t, s-slow down…” I groaned, throwing my head back as he bobbed his head up and down on my c**k at a pace that made my brain tingle. His left hand stroked the base of my c**k as the tip hit the back of his throat and I let out a moan of pleasure. His right hand gently squeezed the right side of my chest, his thumb flicking over the n****e, and my hips thrusted up in reflex. This was better than anything I've ever experienced in my whole f*****g years of being a s*x worker. “Oh… Yes, deeper… I'm gonna f*****g c*m—” My moans were shaky and loud as my grip on his hair tightened. With one flick of his tongue on the tip of my c**k, my orgasm peaked and I came hard with a loud groan, white light blinding my vision for a few seconds. “f**k… that was—” “Mind-blowing?” “Yes. That's the word, I can't seem to think straight right now.” I muttered, trying so hard to catch my breath and he chuckled softly. “You have to let me suck your c**k now.” “I don't want you to suck my c**k, Will.” He replied, moving away from me again and I tilted my head in confusion. “You're just gonna suck me off and leave? Just like that?” I asked and he snorted, ignoring my questions as he walked around for a while. “I'm not leaving just like that, Will. Take off your blindfold.” He ordered and I froze. “It's against the rules.” “Everything we've done tonight is against the rules. We can break one more. Take it off.” Reluctantly, I took the blindfold off, and when my eyes adjusted to the room, I looked around for the man who just gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had. “Listen to me, Will.” I heard him say and the moment I looked up at him, my jaw dropped. “You're going to let me f**k you.”