Stepdaddy Savage (Savage People 1)

“Later, skankapotamus.”

As I enter Graham’s house—our house, I remind myself. It’s still hard to think of this place as my own, even after three years—I notice my mom and Julio slip out the back door, giggling all the way to the pool house, oblivious of my presence. Whether she thinks she’s being sneaky, or just doesn’t care, I have no idea. But, I can’t help but resent her for it. Graham is a hard ass, and not the easiest person to get along with, but he’s been nothing but good to us. He’s given us a roof over our heads, food on our table and I’m sure he fucks around but when he does, it’s not here on the premises.

Fooling around right under his nose, on his property, is beyond disrespectful.

I walk up the stairs and down the hall, to the best part of the house, my bedroom. If—no, when Annabelle fucks up our arrangement with Graham, it will be the one thing I miss about living here. The massive bed with all white bedding is bigger than my entire room at our old apartment. The ceilings are high, the walls a lavender pink and my closet is as big as Jade’s living room. Plus, I have my own bathroom. It’s a good thing I don’t have a fridge in here or I’d never leave.

I am glad to have an empty house, though, because the night Graham had me dance for him has given me more than enough to fill my spank bank quota for the entire year. Or century. I’ve been masturbating like crazy this week.

I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have these feelings for him. But they’re just fantasies. No harm in fantasizing, right?

That’s what I tell myself, anyway, as I lie down on my bed, flip up my navy skirt, which is a part of my school uniform, and grab the toy out of my nightstand that Jade gave me as a gag gift for my birthday last year.

Apparently, she thinks I need to get laid. She’s right to some extent, because despite my sass and bold statements, I’m sadly still a virgin. So far I don’t feel like I’ve missed out on too much. I’ve made out with boys and let them clumsily poke around with their fingers. Nothing compares to DYI though so that’s exactly what I’m sticking to nowadays—pardon the pun.

I flop on my bed, bite the corner of my lower lip and close my eyes picturing Graham’s piercing eyes and his strong hands moving over my body. I use one hand to tug my shirt and bra down and play with my puckered nipple while the other hand drags the toy through my wetness, slowly, teasingly, before pushing it inside. Mom and Julio are on the other side of the estate and there’s no way they could ever get back home before night falls; I know exactly what they’re doing at the pool house.

I’m relaxed…and hot for my new fantasy.

I can already feel my orgasm building since I’m so on edge after thinking about my step-dad all day. My back arches and my mouth falls open, eyes squeezed shut. God, I can almost smell him. That faint scent of cigars and his masculine soap almost sends me over the edge.

“Graham…” The moan slips out of my mouth without a conscious thought, but the strangled groan is what has my eyes flying open, because it’s not mine. Oh God, it’s definitely not mine.

Holy shit! Shit shit shit!

I’m not imagining his smell because he’s standing in my doorway, staring unapologetically, without saying a word. I freeze in total shock, waiting for him to say or do something, but he just gives an almost imperceptible nod, as if to tell me to continue. I stall for a few more seconds, making sure I’m not confusing his hungry look with a disapproving one.

Another tiny nod my way and he is so tall…so hot in this expensive blac

k suit and perfectly trimmed hair, oozing power, danger and manhood.

I’m so turned on that I don’t have to be told a third time. I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a better view, and I start working my toy again. He doesn’t make a move to come near me, or even touch himself. But I see the desire in his eyes and the hard-on in his pants. Fuck, his dick. I can’t stop staring at it as it gets bigger and more swollen by the nanosecond under the expensive fabric of his suit.

His hands are clenched at his sides and I wish he’d just let go. I want him to come finish the job for me. And knowing that we could get caught any second? Somehow it makes me feel so bad, but in the best way. I drop my hand from my breast, suck on my finger, and then bring it down to circle my clit. He licks his lips and it looks like he’s barely holding on to his restraint. Finally, his resolve cracks and he palms his thick cock over his slacks. I circle my hips and rub my clit faster, getting off on the fact I’m turning him on and there’s no denying this anymore. He wants me and I want him and one day—one day soon—he is going to take my virginity and everything else I have to offer him.

“That’s it, Dolly, come for me.” I hear his pained groan of release as his head rolls back and I lose it. Completely lose it.

I explode with a pleasure so profound it almost feels like agony. I throw my head back and scream louder than I mean to before letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I’ve never come so hard. After a few seconds of panting, the reality of what we just did fights its way to the surface, but I just want to sit here and bask in the best orgasm of my life for just a few more seconds.

This is no longer a stupid little dance after a few shots of whiskey. I masturbated while my step-dad watched…and touched himself.

When I finally catch my breath, and my courage, I sit up to face him, only to find him gone. Like he was never there at all. I collapse back onto my bed and smack my forehead.

Why did I not lock the door? Well, because I never do. Mom never stops by my room to visit me, and she’s on the other side of the estate right now. I would’ve heard her stumbling around, drunk off of vodka and sex. And Graham…up until now he barely acknowledged my existence, let alone came knocking on my door.

This is bad. My common sense seems to take a vacation whenever he’s around lately, only to come back with a vengeance the second I’m alone. One thing is for sure, I need to stay far, far away from him.

My daddy is going to hurt me…and the worst part is that I want him to.

Another week ticks by, and this time, I’m extra careful not to bump into Graham. If the club incident was embarrassing, Masturbationgate—yes, it is so important, it’s got its own name now—is stage-five shitstorm. He caught me playing with myself while moaning his name. And he liked it. Or maybe he just thought it’d be fun to see his stupid step-daughter going over the edge with her ridiculous fantasies.

Either way, by Saturday I’m actually starting to feel confident in the fact that I can just ignore him forever. I have my own life, which is filled with school, Jade, cheerleading and avoiding some tool named Shawn, who is hell-bent on getting me to go out with him. Too bad that will never happen. Even if I weren’t too busy obsessing over stepdaddy dearest, Shawn has been increasingly creepy. The more I turn him down, the more his pride takes a hit. And entitled boys like Shawn with district attorneys as their daddies, do not take rejection well.

Ah, well, that’s just life. If I had everything I wanted, I’d be riding Graham, on the road of chain-orgasms.

Everything seems relatively under control in the days after Masturbationgate until my mom announces that she’s going away for a vacation, leaving me here with the devil himself.

The lesson here is not to get cocky. A whole month. A whole freaking month. Five weeks to be exact. I mean, Annabelle and I are not exactly close, never were, even though I do appreciate her working in odd jobs to make ends meet and support us, but this is my final year in high school. I’ve made no plans to move out and go to college, I want to stick around for a while and kind of see where the wind takes me, and I was hoping to use the time as a last-ditch effort to become closer to my mom.