«Bound For Step-Daddy» by Veronica Sloan

Carl's
step-daughter is a spoiled brat. She rebels against his authority, she talks
back to her mother, and she's always hanging out with her idiot boyfriend. One day, Carl comes home early to find the girl tied to her bed! It seems he's
interrupted an amateur BDSM session. That's okay, because Carl's going to punish his naughty step-daughter in a way her mother would definitely
disapprove of!
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She
was blindfolded and bound, her arms stretched over her head in clumsy knots. I couldn't have found her in a more vulnerable position. I swallowed hard, and cursed her idiot boyfriend for doing this to me.
I'd
done everything right. I could have gone my whole life and never given in to
temptation. Had I felt it? Of course I had! Judith's daughter was no angel, but
she could be disarmingly sweet. Whenever she wanted something — money for the
salon, a ride to the movies — she'd bat her darling blue eyes and wrap her arms
around mine. In those moments, my mind was flooded with forbidden images. Her luscious lips were so good at pouting, but they'd be even better at sucking
my–no! When she pressed herself against me, I could feel her young body just
behind her blouse… Did I fantasize about her? Of course! She was a beautiful
young woman and I lived just down the hall. How many times had I seen her prancing in a towel and prayed it would fall off just to steal a glimpse for my
spank bank?
Well,
old man, you got your wish. Erica just broke the bank.
Her
slender arms were bound at the wrists and tied to the bed frame. I could tell
that Wayne had tied it too tight because the cheap rope cut into her fragile
skin. Where it squeezed her wrists, the skin flushed an angry red. I screamed
inside my mind to ignore the rest, but my eyes could not be tamed. They slid
down, following the lines of her arms until they reached her pink and trembling
body. “Wayne, this isn't funny!” she whined.
She
was right. This was no laughing matter. This was cruel. This was temptation in its purest and most unforgiving form.
With
her arms forced above her head, Erica's bosom was raised to full prominence. I
slumped over, powerless to ignore it. They were revealed to me at last in all
their mouth-watering glory. She'd worn tight tops before that left so little to the imagination, bikinis that showed how big and bouncy she truly was, but this, finally, was the full monty. She'd tanned recently, and that nubile skin
was unmarred by stretch marks. Full, firm, and ripe, her curves quivered. The more she struggled, the more she jiggled. The sight mesmerized me to silence.
Embedded
in her soft skin, the belly stud glimmered like a newborn star. It twisted as
she struggled on the bed.
“Say
something!” she screamed.
What
could I say? “It's Carl, your step-father, and I can't untie you because I haven't finished drooling?” Without a second thought, I pulled my phone
from my back pocket. I slid open the camera app and aimed it at Erica. With a digital
click, I captured her in motion. She was lying on her side now, her soft brow
furrowed in furious concentration.
“What
was that?” she demanded.
I took another picture. In her quiet room, the simple
click may as well have been a thunderclap. Under the mask, Erica's eyes
widened. “Ohhhh,” she said, suddenly understanding. “You want to take some dirty pictures, baby? Of your tied up victim?” I groaned again
as Erica twisted on the bed. She contorted her face into a portrait of desperation.
Her forehead clenched, her lower lip jutted out, and she strained against the rope until her wrists stretched to their limit. “Oh please, mister! Please
let me go! I'll be such a good girl!”