Bound For Step-Daddy
Veronica Sloan
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
Summary
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! ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ 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!"
Available since: 10/02/2017.
Print length: 19 pages.
