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  He moves his hand down and points a threatening finger between my legs. My body starts buzzing with a mixture of emotions I can’t even begin to process. I didn’t know what to do back in Harry’s car, but this is on a whole other level.

  “You’ve never given that pussy to anyone, have you?”

  At first I think it’s a rhetorical question, but he waits for me to answer. I swallow hard and try to speak, but the words still won’t come. In the end, I have to simply shake my head in response.

  He shakes his head. Disgusted? I don’t even know.

  “He wanted to be the first one inside you, Pixie,” he says, his voice low and his fingers dangerously close. “He watched you blossom from the awkward, ugly duckling you used to be into the fucking sexpot you are now. He told his friends he was going to fuck you, take that little virgin pussy as his own, pop your cherry, and then toss you aside like a piece of trash. Do you understand that?”

  Still, no words come to me. But Baron isn’t playing around anymore. He takes his finger and jabs me in the stomach, forcing me to gasp and find my tongue.

  “I—I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know?” Yeah. He’s disgusted with me, and with my chest exposed, I feel so ashamed. “You must know nothing about men then. Shit, what am I saying? That was no man back there. That was some prick little boy who thinks he’s hot shit. A real man would never treat you like that.”

  What’s he talking about? Is he—no. Of course not.

  He doesn’t want me. He wants to embarrass me. Teach me a lesson. Punish me and show me he’s my stepfather and the man of the house.

  Don’t be stupid, Pixie.

  “Take your shorts off.” Okay, this is getting intense. He can’t possibly mean that…right? “I’m not kidding. Take them off.”

  “Baron, please,” I whimper. “I understand my mistake now. I’ll block his number and never talk to him again.”

  For the first time tonight, a glimpse of amusement appears in Baron’s eyes. “You think that’s what this is about? You stupid slut—”

  “I am not a slut!”

  The words burst out of me, and I mean them. I’ve never even kissed a guy, let alone had sex or done anything that could ever classify me as a slut.

  “No?” Baron laughs. “Then what is all this shit with you prancing around the house wearing next to nothing? You think it’s funny? Just trying to make your stepdad’s dick hard?”

  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…!

  Make his dick hard? Is he joking?

  One look at his face tells me he isn’t. Maybe I knew it all along – that he was attracted to me. Maybe that was the main reason I was doing what I was doing, but I never expected this. He’s a rich, handsome, powerful man. But he’s also sleeping with my mom for crying out loud! It’s not like anything was actually ever going to happen.

  But then again, look at us now…

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Baron nods as my face betrays my emotions. “You’re eighteen now, Pixie. You’re a woman, and I’m going to show you where dressing like that gets you. Now take those goddamn shorts off before I rip them off too.”

  “Baron, no…please…”

  I can’t take the humiliation. It’s bad enough that my breasts are out, but for him to see the…rest of me?

  The reality of the situation is starting to close in on me. This isn’t just going to stop anytime soon. He’s serious. Quivering, I back away from him, but he advances on me, eyes fierce, until my back hits the wall.

  “You’re really going to make me do it, aren’t you?”

  Baron is terrifying. I’m seriously shaking now. I can’t tell whether he wants to strip me naked or slap me in the face. Suddenly, Harry doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

  “I…I can’t…” Even my words betray me. I’m whimpering like a child. Where are my nerves? Where’s my spunk? It’s like Baron has drained me of everything and left me as nothing but a shell of myself before him.

  “This is what that boy would have done to you,” he tells me, slipping a finger in the hem of my shorts. My core goes tight, trembling as he pulls. I want to stop him, but I can’t move. My body will not listen to me. “Every action has a consequence, and acting like a slut will get you treated like a slut.”

  He pulls harder, and when I feel the cool air on my mound, I manage to make myself move. I snatch his wrist with one hand and try to stop him, but all it does is make him laugh.

  “How can you be so naïve? You really think you can fight me off? You couldn’t even fight off that little pussy boy back there, and I’m twice his size.”

  A burst of heat flares inside me, wrapping me in its painful embrace like my blood has been replaced by lava. Shame. It overwhelms me as my stepdad pulls my shorts down over my hips. They fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my panties.

  “Christ, a fucking thong too. When did you start wearing those?”

  “I…I’m eighteen now…”

  “So that means you can dress like a whore, huh?” He just shakes his head, his eyes fixed between my legs. No. Please don’t ask me to…

  “Take them off.”

  My body starts to tingle. First my fingers, then my cheeks and nose. My mouth goes dry. I’m pretty sure I’m about to either pass out or fall over. I knew Baron was an intimidating man, but being on the receiving end of his wrath is something else.

  “I—I can’t.”

  “No? That’s going too far?” he asks. “Walking around in next to nothing isn’t the same thing as walking around in nothing, is it?”

  I can only shake my head.

  “Well, too bad,” he replies. He steps closer to me. I can feel his heat. Smell his scent. It’s like an unseen force emanates from his body, threatening to crush me. “Because look what you’ve done to me, Pixie.”

  He reaches out and slides his hand around the back of my head and forces my eyes down to his crotch, where a thick bulge has formed beneath his pants. The sight is almost too much for me to process.

  This is wrong on so many levels, I simply do not know how to process that. Or any of this.

  Unable to speak, I simply stand there with my eyes fixed on his bulge. After a moment, he takes control of the situation, hooks his thumbs into my panties, and pulls them down.

  “You’ve tortured me, and now I’m going to show you what it feels like. I’m going to torture you too.”

  4

  Pixie

  As my thong slides down to my knees, I realize something; you don’t mess with an alpha unless you are prepared to face the consequences.

  I swallow deep. I know Baron, but I don’t know him and certainly would have never expected anything like this from him. As I look down at the enormous bulge in his pants, hiding something scary I’ve never seen before, a sense of dread swims through me like a chill, a cold snake beating back the overwhelming heat threatening to consume me.

  His eyes are a predator’s eyes and I’m his prey. He’s a lion, and I’m a wounded gazelle. There is simply no escape. There’s nothing but ownership in his eyes. As far as he’s concerned, I belong to him now. I guess I just came with the package when he married my mom. But a stepdad’s supposed to protect his stepdaughter. Not…do this.

  I’m starting to sweat as he thumbs the button on his pants. The hem springs open, and the force from within even tugs his zipper halfway down. Whatever he’s got in there, it’s a monster.

  “You sure love showing that ass off,” he mutters. “Why don’t you show it off for me now?”

  My breath catches in my chest, and I look up at him, hoping to see some sign in his eyes that he’s joking, but all I see there is remorseless amusement. An impending sense of dread starts to push on me, like a terrible pressure from the universe, and any thoughts that this might be ending soon are ripped from my mind.

  “Pixie, Pixie. This is what happens when you play with fire. Don’t act all innocent now. Turn around and show me that ass of yours you love so much.”

  “Baron—”

  “Shut up,” he snaps. “You can’t talk your way out of this one, princess. Turn around. I want to see how red you still are.”

  Oh, yeah. That’s right…from the spanking he gave me.

  As I’m searching for the strength to obey him and will my body into action, Baron helps me by taking me by the hips and twisting me around. I almost trip as my ankles catch like two pieces of linguine, but manage to brace myself against the wall with my back to him. Still not satisfied, he tilts my hips back so my back is arched, and I’m on full display for him.

  My cheeks burning, I press my face against the cold concrete wall and close my eyes. For a second, I think about screaming. My mom is upstairs, but I can’t imagine the kind of punishment I’d be forced to endure if I do. I don’t even know if my mom would come running. She’d probably just think I was being a drama queen or something and stay in bed with her iPad.

  “That’s a fucking ass all right,” Baron muses from behind me. I can practically feel his eyes on me. He’s right; this is completely different than how it felt when I was strutting around with my clothes on. “A nice, plump, eighteen-year-old ass that only a man can handle. Still nice and red, I see. Like a nice ripe apple. Let me ask you something, Pixie. Princess. Did you like it when I spanked you?”

  I feel his body heat as he moves closer. He’s right on top of me now. “No…”

  “Bullshit,” he growls, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “You loved it. That’s why you disobeyed me again. That’s why you went out to the car with that little prick. You want this. You want more punishment, and I’m going to give it to you.”

  The sting from his belt against my butt shocks me, but before I can cry out, his hand clamps down on my mou
th, muffling my scream. “That’s what little sluts deserve, princess. But don’t worry; I’m only going to hurt you a little.”

  He brings the belt down again, this time on my other cheek, and I whimper into his callused palm. I’m truly, completely under his control.

  “Did you think you were going to give that little pussy away to him? Not a chance, princess. Not a chance.”

  Fear has me paralyzed. Not even the pain on my butt can move me; Baron has to do it. Hands on my hips, he twists me around again as though I’m nothing more than a doll. I’m facing him, and he roughly knocks my legs apart wider by kicking me on the inside of my ankles. The cool rush of air on my womanhood feels like an invasive touch, and I plead with my eyes as he unzips his pants the rest of the way.

  Stop. Please, don’t.

  But Baron isn’t stopping. He pulls his cock out of his pants and lets it rest in his hand.

  Enormous. Thick. Angry. Those are the first words that come into my mind when I see it. It may be my first, but I know enough to know that it’s a monster. He spits into his palm and moistens his shaft, then nods at me.

  “Let me see you play with your pussy, Pixie. Show me what a woman you are.”

  Is he joking? The embarrassment and shame I’ve felt up until now will be nothing in comparison to the pain I’ll feel if he forces me to do that. That’s so…private. I barely even do it when I’m by myself, let alone in front of my stepfather. But his eyes betray nothing. He’s serious. What was it he said about Harry just wanting to take me and use me and then toss me aside? It seems like he’s the one who wants to do that.

  “I can’t…”

  “I didn’t ask you to talk,” he says. “In fact, I didn’t ask you to do anything. I told you to play with that sweet little pussy, and that’s what I expect you to do.”

  Tears form in my eyes, but I close them and push them away. No. I’m not going to cry. He can’t see me do that. That would mean he’s won, and I can’t let that happen.

  I can do this. I will, and then it will be all over.

  Taking a deep breath, I slowly move my hand down, down, down between my legs until I find it, the spot that gets me there. Only this time when I touch it, my body responds differently.

  The jolt of sensation is sharp, almost painful, and rocks me. My legs quiver, and I have to brace myself against the wall. I hear a groan from Baron and open my eyes to see him stroking his slick cock up and down with a strong hand.

  “See, you can do it. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

  I’m nothing more than a visual to him. His eyes are focused on me the same way as if he were watching a movie. I move my finger slowly, circling my clitoris, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. The contrast of feelings inside me is like rays of sunshine breaking through a terrible storm. Despite my humiliation, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

  “That sweet, teenage body of yours has my cock throbbing, princess,” Baron groans, stepping closer. Isn’t this enough? Is he going to rape me now? “Those tits make all the boys want you, and that ass makes them want to breed you. I could take you right now and pump that virgin cunt with my cock and make you mine. You know that, don’t you?”

  My hand stops, but Baron’s doesn’t. I can hear the sound of the slickness of his palm as it moves up and down. But I don’t look. There’s no way I’m going to give him the satisfaction.

  “You’ve never even seen a cock before. I can see it in your eyes. I’d tear that virgin pussy apart with this, princess. You wouldn’t prance around the house looking sexy after that. Hell, you wouldn’t even be walking.”

  He’s right. His cock scares me. Just the thought of it being inside me makes me want to close my legs. But I can’t. I have to finish what I’ve started, but I’m not sure what more he wants from me.

  “You’re going to come for me now, princess.” Baron’s hand moves faster on his cock, and he steps so close to me that it’s practically touching my slit. I’m wet, but I know I shouldn’t be. Not like this. My chest is quaking as I apply more pressure, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to get there. This is worse than singing in public, and I hate singing in public.

  “Please, Baron. I don’t think I can.”

  “Don’t be stupid. Either you make yourself come like you have so many times before, or I spread that pussy with this cock. Be lucky I’m even giving you a choice.”

  I can’t stop them anymore. The tears begin to fall.

  They stream down my cheeks like rainfall against glass. A sound that could either be a groan or a chuckle comes from Baron’s chest, and I choke back a sob.

  “Faster. Come or I’m taking that pussy.”

  It’s all I can do to keep it together. How am I supposed to do that? But I obey his command and move my finger faster and try to pretend I’m somewhere else. But each time I feel myself rising to a climax, my thoughts rip me down to earth like iron chains attached to my ankles.

  “I can’t,” I whimper.

  “Fine,” Baron growls. “I’ll do it for you.”

  He inches forward, and I brace myself, expecting to feel him enter me. But that’s not what happens. Instead, he slaps my hand away, and I feel the hot strength of the tip of his cock spread me open, but just slightly, not enough to go inside. I open my eyes and look down as he caresses my clitoris with his swollen crown.

  His legs are spread like a cowboy riding a horse, and his eyes are fixed on mine. But I can’t look at him. It’s all I can do to keep from falling over as he massages my button with his manhood, adding his wetness to my own. Spit and pre-cum mix with my own juices, and I feel a wash of shame sweep over me as my stepfather brings me to orgasm.

  And not just any orgasm. The orgasm of my life.

  I almost fall, but Baron catches me by the hair and holds me up like a ragdoll. My body convulses against the wall, and I feel a spurt of slick, sticky warmth and look down to see a milky white spray shoot out of his cock, coating my womanhood in a thick white glaze.

  As if it wasn’t enough to do this to me, he has to mark me too.

  “A man’s release,” he whispers. “This is what your teasing gets you into, princess. Understand now?”

  I nod, praying it’s all over and he’s going to let me go now. So I can shower…

  Slowly, using his thumb and forefinger, Baron milks the last of his cum out of his cock and onto my thigh. As it slowly slides down my skin, he looks up at me like I’m a delicious dessert and he’s debating on whether or not to have seconds.

  “By the way, princess. Don’t even think about telling your mother about this,” he warns me. “If you do, I’ll chuck you both out of this house tomorrow and tie up the divorce in so many years of litigation that you’ll be living on the streets by Friday. Imagine what all those men out there would do with a girl like you.”

  There’s no regret in his eyes. No shame like the shame I’m feeling. In fact, he looks at me now as though he owns me, completely and utterly. How could a stepfather do this to his stepdaughter and go upstairs to her mother? Finally, he lets go of his grip on my hair, and I slump down to the floor, covered in his release, eyes on his boots, listening as he tucks himself back into his pants.

  He takes a step back, but my relief is short-lived as he moves back and kneels down over me. “Remember, you made me do this, princess. And you can thank me tomorrow from saving you from that prick Harry. Goodnight.”

  As if it couldn’t get any worse, Baron’s parting gift is a peck on the forehead, the way someone would kiss their dog.

  My stepfather. My rapist.

  5

  Pixie

  I spend an hour and a half in the shower, sitting on the floor of the tub and letting the water spill down over me. It’s as though I’m in a trance. Every detail of my encounter with Baron replays in my mind in a continuous loop. Even in my own mind I can’t get away from him.

  The first thing I did was wash his cum off me. The teachers at school scared us so badly in sex-ed that I’m still not positive that I won’t end up pregnant by a rogue sperm that’s found its way inside me. Baron would definitely kill me then.

  After what he did, I’m honestly shocked he didn’t rape me. The look in his eyes…it was like he was amused by my pain and suffering. He was always cold and ruthless, but I never expected anything like that from him. It makes me wonder what he’s put my mother through in private.