Page 12 of Primal

Thankfully, we hadn’t seen any evidence of flooding here at the cabin. I was out on the porch, sitting in one of the two rocking chairs with my sketchbook in my lap. The air was charged with energy from the storm, and it was hot, despite the rain. Humidity was thick in the air, but I didn’t mind it. Living in Miami, I was used to the heat.

I had been sitting outside by myself for an hour now. Joey said he wanted to join me and show me how much he cared, but instead, he had been glued to the TV all day. It seemed like after we slept together last night, he thought everything was fine between us again.

He was wrong.

Hell, thesexwasn’t even good. I tried to enjoy myself and went about things normally by giving him head first until he was ready to go further. That was how he always liked to start off sex, saying it was important because women just had to spread their legs and they could get fucked, but men had to be erect first.

Sometimes, he got too excited and just came in my mouth, which was always a disappointment. I didn’t usually orgasm from sex with him, but I liked to feel close to him, so I always wanted us to do it.

But last night was awkward. For me, the scene in his apartment was hanging over my head the whole time. I felt self-conscious of my body when I thought of him with his neighbor, which pissed me off just as much as it made me feel insecure. My mind was such a jumble of conflicting thoughts, I couldn’t concentrate when Joey rolled me underneath him and started pumping into me. My emotions were all over the place and that made my body unresponsive to him in so many ways. I didn’t even get to a point of pleasure before he was coming into the condom while moaning loudly in my ear.

Then, it was done, and he smiled at me with a arrogance that implied he thought he’d just rocked my world. “Told you I’d make it up to you,” he said, kissing my cheek before he rolled off of me.

That was it. This morning, he seemed indifferent to my presence, saying there wasn’t anything fun to do while it was raining, so he was going to watch TV all day. I supposed I could have joined him, but my idea of a vacation did not really include sitting in front of a TV all day long. I could’ve stayed home for that.

Besides, it was still beautiful here, despite the rain. So, I lingered on the porch for an hour, but I had to admit to myself I wasn’t entirely focused on my fashion designs. I couldn’t stop thinking about the kink camp Mason mentioned. I didn’t know much about BDSM or any other kinks, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild.

Joey was my first and only sexual partner and sex with him had always been…normal. We did a little foreplay that consisted mostly of me giving him blowjobs and him occasionally fingering me— he never put his mouth on me though, and I’d always wondered what that would feel like. Other than a small amount of foreplay, I’d say our sex was pretty simple, vanilla even. He was usually on top of me, pumping away until he came.

I’d never been blown away by sex, but I didn’t really think too much about how it could be different. Just the few things Mason mentioned during breakfast got my mind whirling.Spanking, bondage, dominance, submission.

Four simple words made my stomach tighten and the space between my legs tingle. I couldn’t deny that part of my reaction was picturing Mason engaging in those acts. His big, calloused hand leaving a handprint on my ass. His eyes roaming my body with hunger while I was tied to the headboard in my room.

No. Stop it.

I shouldn’t be thinking like this at all. Not only did I have a boyfriend— no matter how uncertain our future was— but Mason was my stepdad. He was married to my mom, and no matter how hard his erection was when it brushed against my ass last night, I couldn’t imagine he’d feel anything other than disgust with me for even thinking about him in a sexual way.

The problem was I couldn’t seem to turn my mind off, and my curiosity about his kinks grew stronger and stronger as I sat there in the rocking chair. Finally, I realized that nearly an hour had passed, and I hadn’t drawn anything. Tucking my sketchbook under my arm, I headed back inside the cabin. Joey was right where I left him, sitting on the couch with his hand buried in a bag of potato chips. He didn’t even look up from the TV when I entered, even though I knew he heard the door open and close.

Sighing, I headed toward the stairs. I hadn’t seen my dad since breakfast, and I assumed he was locked up in his room again, maybe working on his book. As I passed the bathroom that was shared by the two smaller bedrooms, I heard the shower running. It had to be Mason.

My mind conjured the image of him naked under the showerhead, droplets running over his tanned skin. I swallowed around a lump in my throat and continued down the hall. The door of his room was open, and I paused in the hallway.

Did I dare go inside?

I shouldn’t, and I knew that. But I could see his suitcase sitting on his bed. Excitement churned in my belly, and I found myself taking a step inside before I even thought about it. My head swiveled in each direction, making sure no one was around to see me.

I was alone. Anticipation and the thrill of doing something so forbidden quickened my steps. In seconds, I was standing next to Mason’s bed, unzipping his suitcase. I just wanted a peek. He’d never know, right?

Having talked myself into following through with this, I opened the suitcase and stared down at the array of objects inside. My eyes were wide as I took in the assortment of what Mason calledtoys.There were things I didn’t recognize. Black leather straps with buckles, small chains attached to clamps, and something plastic shaped like a penis with a padlock attached. I wasn’t sure what all of his was for, but there was something deep inside me that longed to find out. It sparked to life a primal arousal I hadn’t known existed.

I spotted things that were more familiar too, even if I’d never used any of it myself. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Dildos.

I was surprised to see such a variety of dildos and vibrators in the suitcase. I would have assumed only women bought those things. Did Mason use them on the women that he dominated? Because he didn’t have to tell me he would be the dominant one during his kinky sex. I could sense it.

Icravedit.

God, I wanted him to direct his intense focus on me. I wanted him to teach me how to use some of the things I recognized and all of the things I didn’t.

A pulse of need between my thighs had me reaching out to grab the largest dildo I saw. It was black, veiny, and looked as if it was over eight inches in length. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I could take something this big, but the desire to try was so overwhelming my hand shook as I lifted it out of the suitcase.

“There’s no way,” I mumbled as I held it up in front of my face. “It’s too big to fit inside of anyone.”

“You’d be surprised how much a woman can be stretched. In both holes,” my father said from behind me.

I spun around to find him in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest and an almost predatory smile on his face.

I gasped and shoved the fake monstrous cock behind my back.

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