Page 69 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

We’re good together.

No, no, no… I can’t fuck Stacey and Geena’s son. They’d kill me.

And he’s Parker’s brother. How in the hell would I explain that to my kid?

Half-brother. He’s Parker’s half-brother. Parker’s a smart kid. He would eventually understand. Wouldn’t he?

No. I can’t do this. Cannnnnot.

He closed his eyes, but all he could see was Noah standing before him, stroking his cock.

Needing.

It had nearly destroyed him. Between his own need and the liquor, he’d nearly crossed the line.

Again.

I had no idea.

Looking back, he’d been a fool not to draw lines between the two. Stacey had said Noah was soon turning eighteen and she thought he might come to see her. At the same time a guy running from his past shows up at the club.I’m a fucking idiot.

Idiot or not, he still had a raging hard-on to contend with. He’d get no sleep until he willed the thing down. He tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but visions of the past days with Noah filled his mind. The innocent desire. The wanton lust.

Reaching down, he grasped the base of his cock before stroking the length of the shaft. After licking his palm to help with the friction, he stroked himself again… and again. He closed his eyes, reaching for any fantasy that didn’t include Noah… but no matter where he started, Noah eventually entered his mind.

He gave up and tried to sleep, to no avail. Tossing and turning—with his balls turning blue—he ultimately got out of bed and headed for the stairs to the loft space. He crept up as quietly as he could before entering his playroom. Brody surveyed the many toys he had out on display—the floggers, plugs, whips, ball gags, and dildos. He went to the other end of the table and picked out one of the masturbaters. After grabbing a bottle of lube and coating himself and the toy, he sat down on one of the benches, in hopes of getting rid of his erection.

Brody stroked himself with the latex toy and closed his eyes. Noah still invaded his thoughts. Surrendering, he allowed his mind to do what he knew his body couldn’t. He replayed their scene in the truck, imagining someone driving past and catching them. Watching them from the road. It didn’t take long for the build-up to come. A tremor raced up his spine, his body stiffening from pent-up need.

Seconds before he blew his load, he heard a creaking on the stairs outside the loft. He pulled off the toy and tossed it to the bench before rushing out to catch his little voyeur. Before Noah could descend the stairs, Brody had him by the arm and yanked him back up and into the loft.

“Do you realize what happens to bad little boys who don’t do as they’re told?”

“No,” Noah breathed out. A mix of fear and excitement shone in his eyes. “Tell me what happens to bad little boys.”

“They get spanked,” Brody spat.

Noah groaned loudly, closing his eyes.

Brody’s trembled all over, the need so strong he was lost to it. When Noah reopened his eyes, there was a pleading there… a longing that consumed what was left of his self-restraint. He tugged Noah over to the bench he’d been sitting at. Sitting, he pulled Noah’s naked body over his lap. That bare ass stared up at him, perfect and round. It would be red and puckered when he was done with it.

He grasped he was crossing the line. Knew it deep in his soul, but he was powerless to stop what happened next. The first impact of his hand on bare skin nearly caused him to groan with delight. Noah’s moan filled the space around them, loud enough for them both. Firm hand on delicate flesh, he spanked his stepson over and over again. He varied the spanks—harder to lighter—and then volleys to single strikes. Brody listened to Noah’s keening cries, letting them wash over him.

When his boy’s ass was nice and pink, he paused, caressing the tortured flesh. “Are you going to spy on me again?”

“I might,” Noah said defiantly.

Brody spanked him again, a little harder than he had before. “I have the right to my privacy.”

“Then you should put a door on your little playroom.”

Brody grinned to himself, giving another hard spank… and luxuriated in Noah’s mewl of pleasure. “You made me like this, you little shit. I had to put an end to it.”

“Ican put an end to your suffering,” Noah replied, turning in Brody’s lap. In the blink of an eye, he was straddling Brody. The guy hissed in pain as he sat down on his bottom. “I want to end our suffering,daddy.”

Brody closed his eyes.“Stopcalling me that.”

“You like it when I call you that. I see how you react. Not your words… but your body.”

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