Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

Your step-dad dropped by. Wants to see you.

I just had to roll my eyes. The dirty bastard always seemed to know when I was dating someone. Either he had psychic abilities or was having me followed. Either way he always got extremely jealous. As though I only belonged to him in a sick, sexual version of dibs. I’ve always managed to steer clear of him. Though I really didn’t know what would happen if he found out what I was up to. He would probably do what he’s done before and start trouble. My only real sense of security came from the isolated location and fortress-like constitution of the house. Even if he could find it, it was unlikely the dirty bastard could find a way in. Though I doubted even the first scenario was possible. We were way out of the city, on a hinterland property that more than likely had a massive security gate at the entrance.

April wasn’t so lucky, and he already knew where she lived. I didn’t think he would hurt her but I didn’t want to take that chance. Thinking it through, I texted her back.

Tell the dirty bastard I went on a trip and will be back soon.

Don’t tell him where I went and probably don’t actually call

him the Dirty Bastard. He doesn’t like it very much. ;)

I couldn’t quite remember when I first started thinking of my step-dad as ‘the dirty bastard.’ It was probably around the time I learned the word for what he was doing. Besides which, he used to call me ‘little slut’ so it was fair.

Finding a robe in the standing wardrobe which had a distinct C.S. Lewis vibe to it. I would never have taken Joshua as a nerd but anything was possible. Sleek and silky, the robe wrapped me in midnight black. I left the suit on under it. My master hadn’t given permission to take it off. Besides which I wouldn’t have the first idea where to start.

The rap was light as though it had come from a ghost. For some reason the word ‘nevermore’ flashed through my mind as I went to answer it. The lovely example of wood carving opening to a sight right out of a novel.

She was maybe 19. Skinny, pretty, with fire red hair tied in a severe bun. Her smooth, young body contained in what almost looked like a parody of the cliché French maid’s out fit. Like a Victorian house maid only a lot less sexy. My master certainly had style.

“Dinner, ma’dam,” she said softly, eyes on the floor.

I wondered if Josuha put his staff through the same obedience training as his pets though I didn’t think so. She really didn’t look like his type, as far as I was qualified to tell. Maybe that was the point. Joshua was too gentle to be beating her, so it was most likely she was of a naturally quiet and submissive disposition.

“What’s your name?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“M-M-Molly, ma’dam” she stammered out.

I put a hand under her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. Haunted, as I’d suspected. Joshua wasn’t hurting Molly but somebody had and badly. I couldn’t know for sure but I had a sense then. Something about Joshua I’d never noticed before. He had a need to discipline, that much was clear. Did he also have a proclivity to protect? Was he a ‘daddy’, like I’d heard some girls at the club call him, in the best possible sense? Stern with those who needed correction and soft with those who needed help?

I took the tray from Molly and headed back to the bed, leaving her to decide if the door was open or not. There was no chance I was going against my master’s will and I didn’t want to accidentally give the impression I was closing the door in her face.

I could smell the food through the shiny lid. It didn’t seem like that was something that should be possible but there it was. Sweet smells seeping through solid shiny silver.

My tummy started to grumble for attention and I tried to remember the last time I had eaten. Like a magician revealing a trick, I swept the lid from the luscious loot. I could feel my tongue wet my lips like it had when I first saw my master’s beautiful cock. Though what was on the silver platter seemed like it would be easier to get in my mouth.

The cook, though by the smell of it they were probably a chef, had gone with mostly vegetarian options. The bone white platter, which looked like it had elements of iron at its base, was an explosion of different colors. Bright and vivid. Each item seeming to stand alone, even when clustered in a group, like the vibrant green peas and almost psychedelic yellow corn. There was meat too but it was subtle, constituting no less than three types of fish and two barnyard.