“Are you still awake?” Bryson whispered as he walked near silently into the room.

I didn’t dare move or speak, afraid that he would somehow sense my guilt for having spied on him.  Bryson stopped at his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, glancing in my direction through the darkness.  I kept perfectly still, peeking under my heavy eyelids as he dropped his towel.  His cock hung heavy between his thighs and I felt a tingle of electricity as I secretly watched him dress.  He came around to the far side of the bed and crawled beneath the covers.

“Oh hey,” I called, as if his shuffling into bed had awoken me.

I rolled over as and slid a little closer to him, biting my lip with nervousness as I placed my head the crook of his arm near his chest.  He smelled good, a mix of body wash and the faint smell of my shampoo.  I breathed heavily onto the hairs that lined his muscular chest.

“Thanks again…” I whispered, draping my arm and thigh softly over him with feigned carelessness.  I could feel his body grow tense as my curves embraced his muscular body.

“It’s not a problem,” he said in a gravelly, deep voice.  Bryson reached down and  flipped a strand of my hair back and away from my cheek.  “If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’m here for you.”

I could feel the dull ache building between my thighs again.  I shifted lightly, knowing that my thigh was pressing down over his cock.  Bryson shifted as well, pushing my leg lower onto his thighs, thwarting my subtle advances.

“You know, this feels really good.”  I whispered.  “But…I’m afraid that maybe something is wrong with me.”

Bryson’s tone was serious now.  “What do you mean wrong with you?”

“…Well, laying with you like this, it’s making me feel…strange.”  I finally said, too  timid to say the words that were screaming through my head, words like ‘horny, hot, wet…naughty”

“I don’t understand Ashley.  Talk to me.”  He encouraged me gently.

I slid my thigh back up over his cock and paused in silence.  “Well I just feel funny…” I bit my tongue and gathered every bit of nerve I had.  Taking his hand I continued, “here.”  I stared up at him with a doe-eyed innocence as I slowly placed his hand at the moist hot place between my thighs.

I instantly felt Bryson’s cock pulse, and even though he quickly turned away from me, I’d felt him start to grow.  I was more nervous then ever now but I’d already taken the plunge and there was no going back on my words or my actions.  I had to press on, even if it meant losing him completely.  I traced my fingernails softly down the back of his neck and traps.

“Am I bad daddy?”  I whimpered with a false shame.

Bryson’s voice was strained as he tried to play the father figure, but even he couldn’t deny the heat between us.  “What are you trying to do to me?” he groaned with exasperation.

I pressed my lips against the back of his neck giving him a warm wet kiss and slowly tracing my teeth down his neck.  Bryson couldn’t take it, and as he rolled over and pressed into me, I could feel exactly why.  His cock was as hard as a rock, and it pulsated strong and hot against me.  He buried his face in my cleavage as his hands drew my wrists up and over my head.  Locking my arms in the grip of one of his strong hands, his lips met with mine in a fiery hot kiss.

“Daddy,” I gasped with surprise and pleasure.

Bryson’s eyes were intense, and even in the low light they made me shiver.  His right hand slid down my body forcefully as he pressed my knees wide with his own.  Dipping below my panty line his fingers groped at the eager young flesh that was aching and slick for him.

“You are so wet,” he growled as his fingers pressed hard up and into me.

I whimpered loudly, as Bryson’s fingers moved forcefully within me, massaging the delicate flesh into a frenzied ache.  I needed him inside of me, I needed to feel Bryson fill me up with every last inch of his thick forbidden cock.  Lifting me he pulled me lower onto the bed and his hands tore through the little lacey nighty, freeing my breasts violently.  His lips dove onto my nipples and his teeth clamped down over my nipples in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

I reached down to him, trying to ease his progression.  But my interference only prompted him to look up with a dark and controlling countenance.  Bryson tore the nightstand open and pulled from it an object I didn’t recognize and set it on the bed beside me, he also pulled forth a set of leather handcuffs with which he tightly bound my wrists and clipped them onto the metal rails at the top of the bed.  Turning, he gripped my ankles and also bound them until I was stretched out, in a half naked X, panting and wide-eyed.  I never expected the fervor, which seemed to consume Bryson’s senses, but it left me wanting with a mix of lust and vulnerability.

Bryson reached out and turned on the light, exposing my body to his wandering eyes.  I watched as he slowly took in every thick curve, every mountain and valley, every freckle.  He was seeing me for the first time, and he took his time to inspect every last inch of my body.  Reaching into the bedside table Bryson pulled out a tiny piece of lace and bent down close to me, kissing my lips hard before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.

He was so gorgeous, with dark brown hair, and preternaturally light blue eyes.  His face was covered in thick dark stubble, which served to make him look all the more rugged, and emphasized the strong cut of his jawline.  I shivered visibly as I he lowered the lacy blindfold over my eyes.

“I’m going to take you now,” he breathed erotically at my neck.

I quivered with anticipation, never knowing where his touch or kisses would fall.  I inhaled sharply as his lips traced the delicate flesh between my thighs.  My entire being tried to retract, begging to curl up defensively.  But the binds were tight and my body was instead on edge, electrified by his every stroke and touch.  My body bowed as his hands ran down my sides, from my arms, down the sensitive flesh at the edges of my breasts and over my curvy hips.  I could hear him breathing, steady, long breaths.

He teased and traced every last inch of my eager flesh, excepting the one place I wanted to feel his touch the most.   My body was craving more, and just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment of teasing, his lips softly closed around my knotted pink pearl.  I let out a desperate breath of relief as my entire body bucked against the sensation.

His tongue whipped circles around my clit and made me cry out.  He slowed his tongue, sucking my clit softly.

“Like that,” I moaned loudly.

Bryson didn’t stop sucking on my clit, but I felt as he pulled the foreign rubbery object from the bed beside me.  I could hear him tearing at the plastic, and my mind went wild with curiosity.  I had heard him fuck before, although, he didn’t know it.  He had always been polite about his sexual escapades, but  once I’d come home when I wasn’t expected.  I heard the way he made her scream, a mix of pleasure and passion that I’d only imagined possible in a porno.  I attributed her performance to her lust for money rather than my stepfather’s performance, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

Bryson slid the object along my lips, spreading me apart as his lips continued to suckle at my pearl.  With a twist Bryson pushed forward, and the sensation made my entire body clench with desire.

“Oh,” I cried with pleasure as he slowly filled the deep ache within me.

He slowly pulled back, and again thrust forward with force.

“Snap.”  I felt the sting on my rib cage as a tiny whip like device slapped hard against my skin.

My entire body shuddered with confusion.  “Snap, snap,” the little whip stung again and again as Bryson filled my wetness.  My entire body was on fire now, each snap sending a wildly painful little surge that was equally challenged by the delicious assault between my thighs.