Page 19 of Stepson

“I’ve left the pantry full in case you or Gabe get hungry before breakfast,” Maggie states as she shrugs on her coat. “I’ll set the alarm when we leave as usual. Is there anything else we can do for you before we leave?”

I smile warmly at her, knowing how much she does here on a daily basis. If not for her, this household would fail. I can’t cook for shit and laundry has always been my least favorite household chore.

“No, I’m perfectly fine, Maggie. Have a great night and we’ll see you all back here in the morning.”

The younger maid who works with Maggie every day smiles warmly at me as she slips out the front door, Maggie right behind her. I wave goodbye to them as I watch the gardeners pile into their truck and leave. We’re officially alone, and my racing heart is evident of it. I may be nervous to spend the night alone with Gabe, but in all honesty, I think I’m more excited than I am nervous. We have all night to be alone and explore each other’s bodies—something I never got the chance to do.

Speaking of Gabe, where is he?

I shut the front door and lock it up tight, turning to gaze around at the huge open entrance to the house. There isn’t a single noise throughout the house, and I wonder if he left, but surely he wouldn’t do that. He’s the one who said tonight is ours, but where has he gone?

“Gabe?”

The sound of the coat closet creaking open startles me, making me turn to find Gabe coming from within the small space with a wicked grin on his face. Has he been hiding in there this whole time?

Without warning, he marches toward me with a brazen promise in his gaze before he pushes me up against the walland slants his mouth over mine. Our tongues taste and tease as I moan into his mouth, clawing at his back. His hands travel down my sides before he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up. My thighs grip his hips tightly as I try to grind against the growing bulge in his pants. Fuck, I’m already dripping wet.

He cups my ass cheeks, growling into my mouth as he breaks our kiss and presses his forehead against mine.

“Still no panties. Good girl,” he rasps.

I’m already panting and he’s only just kissed me, but when he reaches between my legs, he grazes his fingers over my wet pussy and strokes a finger over my clit. I buck in his arms, still clawing at his back as I try to push away from the wall.

“Mmm, so fucking wet. I’m going to destroy this pussy tonight, Bentley.” He lightly strokes my clit once more as he slides back over my wetness and finds my opening. His fingers penetrate me as I gasp, feeling my cunt squeeze him.

With his other hand still on my ass, he spreads my cheek as his fingers plunge in and out of me, soaking his hand. I throw my head back against the wall and stare down into his eyes. His gaze never leaves mine as he continues to fuck me with his two fingers, making me shiver. My hands tremble as I reach up and entwine my fingers into his hair. He lets out a growl as he thrusts deeper and harder into my pussy.

My walls squeeze and release his fingers as I feel my clit throb and swell for the impending orgasm coming my way. No man has ever pushed my body to the edge so quickly, except for Gabe.

And right when I feel my pussy tighten around his fingers, ready to cum, he pulls out, and I whimper. Why? Why would he do that to me?! Oh my God! No!

He sets me back down on my feet, stepping away as his hot gaze slides up and down my body. My chest heaves and my legs barely hold me up, but when he brings his fingers up and sinksthem into his mouth as he tastes me with a groan, I nearly fucking black out.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good.” He steps up to me, rubbing his fingers along my bottom lip as they part for him. “Taste yourself, Bentley,” he rasps.

Without another word, I slide my tongue out, caressing over his fingers as my senses are overwhelmed with his familiar taste and something salty. Fuck, this turns me on.

“Take off your dress, Bentley.” He steps away and waits with a dark gleam in his gaze.

Reaching down, I grab the hem of my dress and lift it from my body. I stand completely naked in front of him as my shyness tries to take over. When I first met Gabe, this would have been nothing for me, but now that I’ve been living a recluse life, I forgot what it’s like to live spontaneously.

His eyes slide over my body appreciatively as he lets out a small groan. My nipples immediately harden painfully, begging for him to suck on each of them until I buck.

He gives me no warning as he throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass, and heads for the stairs. My face buries into his back as I bob over his shoulder. He’s clearly in a hurry.

When he slaps my ass again, I yelp as my pussy clenches. I throb painfully for his hard cock to impale me over and over and over again. Our little exchange in the bushes seems so long ago now, and my cunt begs for his attention again.

He enters my bedroom, flopping me down onto my bed before grabbing my wrists. The smirk on his lips sends me into oblivion as I watch his every move. He tears at the belt around his hips, noticing now how he changed from earlier, and now I wonder what he’s going to do with it. My eyes widen as he clasps the soft leather around my wrists and tugs until it’s tightened, holding me captive. Then he spins me so my head is at the foot of the bed before he fastens the belt to my bedpost.

I’ve never been tied up before and my heart hammers in my chest. I trust him with my entire being, though. He can literally do anything to me, and I’ll just sit back and enjoy it.

After he has me tied to the bedpost, he strips out of his clothes right in front of me, making my mouth water. Every muscle in his body is toned to perfection as ink licks over his kin in various areas, but it’s his raging hard on that sticks straight out that catches my attention the most. He grabs it, slowly stroking himself as he crawls onto the bed, hovering over me.

“Before this morning, I hadn't been with a woman in nearly seven years, Bentley.” He slaps his dick against my clit, making me buck beneath him as a fire spreads into the pit of my stomach. “I’m not going to be gentle with you.” Reach forward, he grabs my throat tightly before his thumb touches my bottom lip, but he stops.

It’s something he did to me during our first time together in the back of his Jeep all those years ago. Does he remember who I am? But before I can dwell on it any longer, he pulls my attention back.

“Do you have a safe word?”

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