I'M MY STEP FATHER'S POSSESSION

CHAPTER THREE

EMILY'S POV

I drank passed my limit and I knew it, because the symptoms were about to let me down. My head did no less work at trying to smash my braincells. The effects of the alcohol made my body scream with wildness and party, and my little display of dancing for hours earlier was part reason, I'm not much of a dancer, but I definitely know how to party!!

I took a sip of my drink and staggered forward, trying to maintain a good walking posture before halting at my failing attempt. Yep, I'm drunk too drunk to be true. A chuckle escaped my lips. My attention was drawn to the dancefloor, which has a visible sight from the top floor, when my fingers led the glass to my mouth.

I drank all the remaining contents forcefully down my throat and gave a loud gasp at how refreshing that was at my achievement, tenth one shot! With a couple of more drinks but yeah.

Here goes my first display of washing my anger and pain down.

I let my fingers loose and the glass came crashing down. The sound of its shattering was pleasant. Like I just set his heart ablaze or froze it and pushed him off a cliff till he shattered.

I need another drink. I'm not drunk enough.

With this urge, I turned and my gaze fell on a man. There are many men here, but this one caught my attention. It was funny cause I could barely see clearly, but the crowd of females around him sent an unappealing feeling and I didn't bother to stare a second time. The counter is my only destination, not a hot man in a black shirt with a perfect body that reflected through the tightness of his shirt round him and.... okay stop, what did my dazed vision see anyway?

I managed a careful posture while sitting so not to fall, placing my hand on the counter, actually for balance but without making it too obvious. This was the best distraction, just what I needed to get the sight out of my mind.

“Scotch, with extra ice cubes.” I said to the man behind the counter before his departure to get what I ordered. He came quicker than I expected and popped the bottle in front of me. I was tempted to leave a tip and winked pulling my fingers over the counter, with the bill and change as he poured me a glass.

The tip of my fingernails played with the glass cup before bringing it to my mouth and I let my tongue slide at the brim allowing the flavour to sink in first, when I heard a deep octave voice say-

“Cosmopolitan.”

I trailed my eyes to where the sound came from and gave a wry smile before taking another sip. It was the same man at the other end of the bar. I must admit, he looks better up close. I tilted my upper body forward and clogged my heeled legs to the bottom of the stool, bringing one above the other. I c****d my head to the side again and caught him glaring at me.

I chuckled softly but loud enough for him to hear.

“Aren’t you going to approach me? You’ve been staring it’s almost impossible to not notice.”

He didn’t say a word at first and I felt his penetrating gaze leering on my skin. It gave me butterflies and I rubbed my legs against each other. A smirk formed on his face.

“Pardon me, it’s almost impossible to notice anything else but your beauty ravishing all over the place, to be fair, you’re the only one worth seeing.”

I gave a throaty chuckle to his response. “Charming.” I said taking another sip. The alcohol got to my head and was blooming with a sensation adding heat to my pulse with each word from his mouth.

The bartender moved in with his drink and there was a sudden silence as my ears caught the sound of pouring liquid in a glass. I turned to face him, a thought in my mind.

You will look good naked.

His eyes was on me, he wasn’t trying to hide his amusement.

“Weren’t you taught not to stare at a lady so intensely?”

“Ah, yes. ’Never stare at a lady so intensely’, it’s what I have come to learn, exemption being when the intensity of her beauty surpasses god.” His lips masked the words -I would love to taste that- but my mind sought a verbal communication.

“And I should believe the words of someone undressing me with his eyes because?”

“Despite having a great eye, I am very honest.”

I chuckled. Honest indeed. I took in a last sip and cleared my throat silently. It was high time I left. But my inner self wanted to do something crazier, wanted to feel free and then there’s this heavy weight on my neck picturing the image of RJ and Brandon together.

“Pleasure to be of your acquaintance.” I said before getting up the stool.

“Oh please, the pleasure is mine. Care for a ride?” That wasn’t a question, it was more like he wasn’t giving me an option. His voice held a firmness and dominating tone I wasn’t accustomed to and his glare alarming.

“You’ll need more than that to get me to come.”

I swear I almost saw his eyes gleam fire, but it was a bit distasteful, from it, I knew he wanted to be the one doing the talking.

I was playing with fire and I knew already. My body froze as he stood, length over-shadowing mine in fifty shades.

A wide grin formed on my lips with my eyes studying him. “Interest me.” I said and walked ahead knowing he’ll tag along later. This was the only way. I reminded myself.

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MASON'S POV

The door to my home went open with the woman behind me and without a third step in, I pushed her to the wall, slamming her back hard on it, pinning both her hands to the wall at a good length above her head as I shut the door with my other hand.

Her fast breathing raged on mine, her chest heaving. She was almost breathless and the look in her eyes held a silent plea. She wanted more.

I was breathless as well, staring at the woman who had my c**k the first time I laid my eyes on her.

I stared at her with lust, darkness of how dangerous my intentions were but her innocent brown eyes were making it worse and harder for me.

Her head swerved to the side, and the first thing that came to my mind was to mark it with my tongue, but I have never touched a woman without her continuous consent.

Patience. my inner gentleman warned.

My other hand grabbed the meat of her thighs and slowly moved their way to her mid thighs. Each touch reciprocating a pleasurable reaction, causing my d**k to throb hard against my zipper. Her legs parted, giving space for my hand to move freely and I touched the body of her c**t, sealed only by a single strap of her underwear.

I want to know what it looks like.

She gasped and it went straight to my balls, testing my patience once more.

My d**k wanted her as badly as my mouth did. f**k.

I have never been this hard for a woman.

I teased the flesh of her c**t, moving it to the side, letting my thumb play at the center to give her a thought of what the intimacy with her will really feel like.

At first her legs tightened and then she moaned.

Even from the cloth of her underwear, she was very sensitive and wet.

My eyes darkened as my hands explored the softness of her body, the only thing separating our touching bodies was our clothing.

I groped on the fat of her breasts, watching intensely, enjoying her every reaction, as each swelled my desire to have her but torture her with her craving evident on her face and gestures.

Her lips parted, plumb, pink, and delicious looking, I was fighting every urge to kiss her and take her to my bed. Give marks to keep the memory of what I'm about to give her, tattooed in her mind permanently.

My breath hitched to her moan, I tucked strands of her hair behind her ears, revealing her beauty to me while bringing my face to her neck.

“Tell me, what is it that you want?” My nose trailed the length of her neck up to her jaw, then my tongue slid out to lick and I sucked.

Her wrists moved roughly in my palm making me tighten my grip on it.

“What is it that you desire?” I asked and sucked on the nape of her neck, letting my free hand fondle on the fatness of her soft breast before filling it with her neck.

Her body is soo soft.

She didn’t reply and my impatience made me choke her till a throaty cry slipped out. just as I like it, but maybe I did a little too much.

There seemed to be a little hint of hesitation in her eyes till she finally said with a wavering firmness. “f**k me.”

I grinned to it, who was she to command?, leading my fingers to her jaw, my fingers clenched.

“Please f**k me.” she stuttered.

“Good girl.” I said, my throbbing c**k was pushing at the crotch of my pants. I lifted her in the air and made my way to my sofa.

EMILY’S POV

My body landed hard on the sofa with a loud thud. I was supposed to grunt with pain at the ache but instead I wanted more.

I never thought being handled roughly would get me wanting. And I wanted his length in me all the more.

My senses were raw with pleasure at his touch on the wall. He replaced my falling weight with his, spreading my legs wide to his face while he set me flat on the sofa. I raised my upper body in an attempt to sit straight but a palm pushed me back causing another hard clash with the sofa.

My legs stiffened at the feel of his kisses firing on the skin of my thighs. His hot breath fanned my c**t and I wanted to take off my panties myself.

I slid my hands below to the end of my dress then snuck it in when a dark chuckle sent my p***y ablaze. “Don’t be hasty. I want to enjoy this slowly.”

What the- well I f*****g want you in me. And now!

A hand slipped in my pants and the contact with my v****a hitched my breath. I was wet, the easy way his finger played round it was an easy assurance.

It felt...I felt good.

“What is your name?”

I was breathing heavily already. My mind could barely form a stable sentence. “E.. Emily!” I breath out.

“Okay Emily,” his voice...fuckkk “If you can answer my questions without faltering, I’ll do as you wish.”

I looked down to see his eyes staring intensively at me, more penetrating than at the club. A blush formed on my cheeks.

Not only was I captivated by a hot man, but he was between my legs, glancing at the clothing that barely hid my v****a from his lips.

“Lay.” He said and with a push with his palm on my stomach, I came clashing back.

“Emily,” his octave voice muttered, “I like that name.” There was a sound of a cloth ripping and I wanted to wrap my head around where that came from when I saw a black thong lingering on the long middle finger of....what is his name?

“May I-“

“Quiet.”

My lips parted and my eyes saw a short bliss of heaven as warm lips clomped softly on my v****a. I felt the softness of his silky hair tickle my thighs and I arched my body back with the feel of the ectasy as his tongue masterly explored my core.

I couldn’t help but moan, I was moaning loudly, allowing my hands to roam freely in the air before tugging deep into the softness of the sofa.

It wasn't enough.

The pleasure had my eyes rolling with each sway of his tongue inside and out of me.

My moan was ever so loud and reverberated through the walls to my ears. I was loud. too loud.

I bit my lower lip trying to suppress it, when I felt his teeth on my c**t, his tongue stroked.

That was just the limit for me. A hand left the sofa to grip on his hair, giving it a side pull back.

His body moved forward slightly, taking both my hands in his grip and he pulled me to him by my hip roughly. Though soft, my skin grazed on the sofa and it was painful.

I was gasping, panting, jerking, moving on the chair like a worm and moaning at the feel of a long tongue moving in my hole, f*****g me.

My knees wobbled. I suddenly felt weak.

My legs drifted together and my body arched back. A sudden firm grip on the flesh of my thighs pulled me back, closer to his face.

His tongue f****d my hole, moving round the walls in my v****a like a knot was being tied and my p***y was the knot being loosed in the mouth of the man f*****g my brains out with just his tongue.

I..I....I can’t....I’m going to cu—

With a loud gasp, my wetness poured in his mouth and I heard a gulp – he swallowed- before a masculine figure pulled up over me, devouring my lips with his mouth, taking my tongue in his and sucking hard on the tip of my tongue before pulling out, ending it with a soft kiss on the lips.

My eyes were dreamy and I looked spent, never have I been expertly touched to orgasm. Never had I been touched at all.

My body sunk in the sofa, and I watched him get up to kneel beside me.

“Emily –“ he started

“What are you called?”

“Call me~~ Master.”

And with that reply my body swung up in the air and he pulled me to his torso. My legs, though weak, made their way to his waist, wrapping and twining behind.

“This is the part you’ll really love.”

The part I’ll really love? This person just gave me the best pleasure of my life and he wasn’t done yet.

My body fell to the bed, gently this time, taking along his weight. He moved back, his crimson-brown eyes staring at me daringly as he put my underwear in his mouth. I didn’t know when he brought it here, but that was hot. I watched him take something out from behind, tucked in his belt ~ a gun~ he eyed me like he wanted a response but I c****d my head to the side with a smile.

I didn’t know why the thought of someone taking me to his house, alone and with a gun didn’t scare me but I wanted to be part of that promised fun.

Maybe with a gun to my jaw, threatening me to scream.

An eerie chuckle bounced off the walls to my ears but it sounded like the hottest one yet.

He slid above me, his body supported by his arms, which was now beside my head, on the bed. The gun made a gentle clack on the wooden table beside the bed.

“I see you like that." He whispered to my neck, unbuckling the clip of the strap behind my neck. His voice gave a tickle on my skin and sent shivers down my spine.

A hand slid beneath my dress and I gasped at the feel of a finger on my c**t.

He stroked harder on my p***y.

I cried silently when his hands left, finding their way up to my left boob, but that sadness turned to pleasure when he groped it. My head bent back to the feeling of his thumb and finger playing on my n****e. His fingers gave a turning effect on it and a suppressed moan slipped out my mouth.

I wish I could be more quiet

“Stay still.” His gentle voice trailed while his hand left my boob and held the hem of my dress firmly. Taking off my dress, sliding it down.

Achingly revealing my body to him inch by inch.

“You’re beautiful.” He said and my heart danced to the comment. My cheeks burned at the thought of my naked body in front of a male, with his eyes staring hungrily at me, not taking them off nor blinking once. I moved my hand to cover my n****e.

“No don’t, leave it standing for Master.” The coldness yet caring tone of his voice sent blood straight to my n****e with was now wrapped in his tongue. He bit and I moaned softly.

A tumbler was on the bedside and I just noticed when he brought it to his mouth, drinking the brandy in it.

I want to be the cup, the only thing his mouth touches.

I didn't know I'll want someone this much, not after what Brandon did to me. I thought I was done with men and this was just a way of getting over it. But my body was screaming for his every touch, anticipating the next move.

I raised my head a little when I noticed his hand holding the tumbler was supporting his weight on the bed and wanted to know what he was doing.

He was undressing himself.

Here I was, gasping from the feel of his tongue on my nip, trying to wrap my mind at the utmost intimacy of his finger stroking my p***y and his tongue as it masterly explored my core in the living room and the man who made me bare to him was undressing himself.

I felt revolted, I wanted to undress him, reveal him to me inch by inch, like he did to me.

I tilted my head to the side, hoping he'll notice my dismay but he was slowly arching off the bed, moving over me, away from me. His body conveying more than my little naked form beneath him.

This is not happening. I won't let you.

I lead myself up with him, dipping my hands in the middle of his trousers and kissed the chest that was bare for me to see.

“I want to undress you.”

I had no clue what I was saying and why or how it came out but my lips was moving just like my senses.

I knelt down and frowned at the fragility of my knees. My fingers doing away with his belt.

A familiar scene of Rj’s hand on Brandon’s crotch played in my mind and I stopped. I don't want that scene to re play and I don't want him to feel I'm not interested, that's when I made a next move - moving my fingers up his sleeve, carefully doing away with his buttons.

And there it was! I marvelled at the sight and feel of his strong arms while taking off his shirt, purposely feeling and enjoying the touch of my bare skin on his bare chest.

I turned my back to him, ashamed and unashamed. I was having mixed feelings. And part of it was the reason I got here in the first place.

A hand fondled my collar bone then tightened round my neck. The tip of the fingers touching my jawline, with my titled head. A tumbler danced on my lip and I parted it to let some of the liquid in, down my throat. It was a bit harsh. Some slipped out my mouth, down my shoulder and.....the poke I felt on my back made me forget what I was doing or where the liquid roamed.

The cup came crashing down making a shattering sound with the tiles.

“Tell my how you want to be fucked.”

“Rough, however you want.”

Before my mind could get a glimpse of what was happening, my body was bent to the bed, all fours. His hand held my wrists up high to my head, fingers pressing my head flat to the bed and I barely managed a side turn to avoid suffocating.

Leaving my legs wide to his gaze....my chin hurt and I managed to lift my head up a bit with the aching sensation my shoulders gave to his tight grip to my neck.

“Mas...I..” my voice came to a halt, hanging in my throat as a body came slamming in mine hard in my but hole.

Fuck!

He slipped out carefully and then back in, I felt my anus clamp on his d**k at the second plunge – that’s when his thrusts became faster. My body arched forward with each brutal clapping of my cheeks against his pelvis, and hands struggling to move to the onslaught desire and pleasure I was feeling.

“Uhhmm...” my brain couldn’t process a word let alone the sentence. I was moaning, loud, and gasping and panting all at the same time.

It felt soo new and painful yet so pleasurable, with each thrusting getting deeper and harder in my hole.

I sunk my head into the bedsheets, biting hard on the blanket to stop my moaning but my grip loosened with hitching breaths.

His groan was music to my ears, never have I ever got a guy groan soo much. Never at all.

My eyes shot open with a scream as I felt something move in my v****a with not one, but two fingers.

His fingers moved in fast, at a pace better than his tongue and that was it for me. I could no longer try to suppress my moans but let my moaning echo through the walls and fill the room.

This man, hottest man I ever encountered was f*****g me through my butthole like a hungry lion feasting on his lunch and giving me same ectasy in my core. Another finger slipped in. And then another.....my eyes widened at the feel of the tip of the last with the knowledge of what was coming next and I screamed.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked but my senses were shattered by the explicit experience of his brazing thrusts in both my holes that I barely heard what he said.

My scalp went sore with a pull, drawing my head to face the ceiling. “Answer me.”

“YES!” I screamed out of breath, “yes I am.” My words came out as a moan.

“Good. I’ll make you scream.”

I heard the sound of a peeling nylon, with realisation, I managed a scream. “RAW! I want you raw!” he spat out something from his mouth and clapped his hands round my waist, drawing me back to him, a gargling sound slipped out. It went in deep.

“As you wish.”

Lightning quick, I was spun to face him and his fingers slipped out my p***y to be replaced by a thick filling c**k. My v****a muscles clamped tight on his hard d**k and he groaned.

“f**k, you feel soo f*****g good.”

My heart danced to the compliment. His body slammed hard against mine and my eyes rolled back in their sockets, his tongue came to mine, hands pressing and squeezing on my breasts. He controlled my mouth with his tongue exploring my walls. I swear I felt it tickle the end of my throat.

The pleasure I had on the sofa played in my mind like a lullaby and my p***y pooled.

“That’s good, get wet for me.”

He left my mouth, biting gently on my lower lip, trailing his tongue to lick upon my neck. I tilted my head to the other side to give him space. My mind went raw with the primal emotion swarming in my tummy. His breath was hot on my neck adding to the sensation.

A moan slipped out my mouth as the master fired hot kisses down the planes of my neck then sucked my n****e before filling his mouth with my boob. My body sunk back to the bed and my hands begged to be freed. They ached. I tried to move them but his grip hardened making my wrists sore.

I groaned trying to free myself from his grip when his fingers clenched harder on the softness of it as he pulled it higher above my neck and I whimpered.

"It hurts." I managed to say, a tear rolled out the end of my eye.

His grip loosened. I want to touch him. Feel him as much as he is feeling me. Give him the same pleasure breaking my mind.

I was sad when I got here but I couldn’t remember why. What made me come here....what made me not want to reject his proposal of s*x?

His lips caressed my exposed calf. I bit my lower lip hard till it hurt. The pain gave a memory, but just a teeny bit.

That’s right...a name played in my mind Brandon....who... who’s Brandon?

My breathings hitched and a burning heat swelled through my body as he hit my spot causing the last thinking membrane in my head to shatter immediately. That was it.

This was the life, pinned to the bed with a f*****g gorgeous man, f*****g your brains out till you forgot little of your existence. My moans grew louder. He was plunging deeper, faster and harder in me at the same time. I felt a hit on my cervix several times and my lower tummy ached.

I raised my hips to his rhythm which I had come to learn and his groan was pleasing to my ears and made my last ounce to hold my orgasm futile. My eyes were dreamy and my sight could barely pick an object.

“You’re mine Emily, only mine for the night. Never, ever forget that.”

My heart melted to the comment of his reassuring words playing over and over again till it was the only thing that made sense in the room.

“Just mine.” A soft kiss landed on my lips and then to my chest when I released my essense on his d**k and he pulled out, filling my body with his c*m. My chest heaved with my unending pants. He was gasping too. And his body fell on mine. I squeaked at his weight while the bed made a silent thud.

His weight on mine almost killed me. I managed a gasp, forcing my eyes to stay open but it was futile.

He murmured something in my ears. My heart calmed at the feel of a warm body cuddling mine and a bulge to my anus. He wasn’t done yet.

Did I just meet a f**k God?

“Only mine.” His voice trailed and I didn’t know when my vision went blank.