Page 50 of Wanting What’s Wrong

He was friendly. Kind. And he knew so much about Cade, and before long, he was telling me things about my new stepfather and my new home as I hung on every word.

He told me Cade’s only love, besides money and making deals, were classic cars and motorcycles.

He’d been a mechanic when he was younger, like his father.

He’d dreamed of owning an Indian 438 and a Ford Falcon when he was young and those were his first purchases when he found success.

From there, he caught the bug and had an entire climate-controlled garage built on the back of the property that housed his world-renowned collection.

A three-thousand-square-foot guest apartment was also built above specifically for his mother. I’d met her that night only briefly, some bad shrimp on the flight from Michigan to LAX set her back and she was resting in her room when it happened.

“If you never sign a client, I don’t give a fuck.” Cade’s eyes graze up and down my body, leaving a shiver in their wake as he reaches forward to brush his hands down my cheek.

He strokes my flesh in silence as I try to decipher if I’m about to be fired.

“If I don’t make you any money at the agency, I’m of no use to you,” I protest.

My greatest fear tumbles out as Cade’s eyes snap to mine, his fingers moving to the back of my neck, turning me toward him.

“If it makes you feel useless, then fuck it. I’ll burn that fucking agency to ground before you go anywhere. I’ll spend my life figuring out what makes you feel good, baby, and give it to you.”

His hand tightens on the back of my neck as confusion twists with the liquid lust pooling between my legs. The hammering of my heart keeping time with the pulsing in my clit.

I swallow, my cheeks turning to hot coals.

He breaks from our locked gaze for a beat, closing his eyes as though he’s savoring something especially sweet, then latches his us back together with a look.

“I’ve noticed your light on in your room at night.

Later than usual. I should have asked, but coming to your bedroom door…

” He releases a low, growly breath before finishing.

“It pains me to be that close, baby. Kn owing you are in there, on your bed, wearing your nightgown or the plaid boxers and white T-shirts I know you steal from my drawers. Pains me to know that fabric that once touched me, is touching you.”

The memory of him taking his lusty pleasure against me and his lips tasting like sweet tobacco and minty heaven makes a hot ball of fire burn in my chest. I let go of the moan I’ve been holding back and drop my head into his hand.

“I was sure you were going to ask me to leave,” I whisper to the roof of the car, the depth and rawness of that truth making my throat tighten. “I don’t want to leave your house, but if you wanted me to, I don’t know where to go. Even with the money Mom left, I don’t know what to do without you.”

A sob clutches around my heart and collapses my throat as Cade slides next to me, all the dreams of his hands cradling me against his chest come true. His heart thumps against my shoulder, his warm breath on my forehead as I choke back all the things I know I should say, but won’t.

“Jesus, Lennie.” His voice is thick and desperate. His grip so tight my neck cracks in his hand his other arm around my back, tugging me against him like I might fly out the window never to be seen again. “You’re never leaving. I’ll never let you. You’re all I have.”

“What?” I say. “You have everything.”

“I have nothing unless I have you.” He makes a jagged, grunting noise as his hand sweeps to the front of my shirt, pushing it open and digging his fingers into the flesh over my breast. “I’d give my world a thousand times over to know what it sounds like when you come.”

Everything turns hazy around the edges. The car vibrates and hums as I think of the frustrating nights lying in my bed, knowing he was on the other side of the wall, trying, trying, trying.

.. “Me too.” I mutter, tipping my head back as his eyes lower to mine, brow tight as I slip my hand to his thigh .

“You’ve never come, baby?” He coughs like he’s having a difficult time breathing.

“I’ve tried. A lot. I guess I was saving it for a special occasion.”

“Oh fuck.” Cade’s head falls back on the seat for a breath, then when he re-connects our gaze, there’s fire. “We’re fixing this right fucking now.”

His fingers push inside my bra, bringing my nipple to life as my insides knot. I slide my hand upward, fear banking in my gut as I touch the hardness under his pants.

“Fucking cock’s been waiting for your cherry cunt longer than I should admit.”

“We’re terrible for doing this,” I stutter. “We’re terrible, and I’m terrible-er.”

“There’s no such word, and even if there were, you are not terrible.”

“But what about Mom…”

He kisses away the rest of that thought, licking the seam of my lips until I open, his beard rough on my skin as the heat in my pulsing girl parts makes rational thought impossible.

Our tongues meet, hot and wet and I melt into him on the longest sigh.

He hardens in my grasp, that low, threatening growl vibrating through his lips into my mouth until I can’t take it another second and I push away, squeezing my eyes shut pushing away the shame.

“Do you touch yourself? When you try to come?” He whispers into my ear as I open my eyes and nod as this gorgeous perfection of a man eases me into the seat across from him, then pushes my legs apart with his foot.

I lean back, hypnotized by the heat and lust in his eyes as he releases his bow tie, unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, and rests his shoe on the seat between my legs.

“Take my shoe off. And the sock.”

“What? Why?” I have no idea what’s happening right now. I wiggle on the seat, the need for friction between my legs making me dizzy and desperate.

“Because I told you to.” He grunts on a sniff, with that sort of upper lip twitch he does sometimes, that tells people he’s not playing.

I ease off the black shoe, then tug off the avocado sock and set them on the seat next to me. “Good girl.” He sounds pleased, and those two words light a candle inside me that feel like it will never go out.

His nostrils flare, hoarse choking sounds come from his throat as he pushes his toes against the crotch of my pants, making me gasp on a shudder.

“There’s a wet spot here. You’re teasing me, aren’t you? All wet and dressed like an innocent little songbird, but really, deep down, you’re a teasing little slut.” The words drip into me like hot velvet, seeping into my flesh and making it hard to breathe.

“I—” I swallow as his toes curl and push against my sex. “I didn’t think I was teasing. It’s just how I am.”

“Little girls always say that. Wide eyes and excuses don’t hide the truth. Do you think when you call me Daddy, I don’t know what you want? You want to drive me insane.”

“No.” I shake my head, but making sense of the conversation is more and more challenging as the pressure from his toes against my clit increases.

“You won’t say no to me anymore, babygirl. You can ask questions and tell me what you are feeling, but you won’t use the word ‘no’. Not anymore. We clear?”

I nod, more confused than ever. In my heart, though, I agree with whatever this is that’s happening.

Even being called a slut as long as I’m his slut.

“Good. Now, pull down your pants. Panties, too. Down to your ankles and spread your legs. I want to see that little cunt you’ve being keeping from me.” He lowers his foot, giving me space, shifting it to the seat cushion next to my knee .

A huge part of me feels like this must be a dream and maybe, if I pretend it is, that will make it easier. With shaking fingers, I do as he orders, peeling my pants down to my ankles, knees tight.

I shake my head, trying to prove to myself this is really happening.

“Open. Show me.”

Knots grow in my shoulders, and down my back, panic freezes me as I stall.

“When you don’t do as I say, it disappoints me, baby.” His foot smashes between my knees, pushing them apart further and further until the tendons in my inner thighs ache. “Good and wide, there, much better.”

I hiss toward the ceiling, my shirt open, legs spread as Cade’s toes dance on the tuft of hair on my mound.

“You know what this is, right?” He asks as his big toe makes contact with the sensitive spot at the top of my pussy.

I nod as he applies more pressure, then flicks and slides his toes lower. “Clit,” I manage, the wonder of this situation mingling with the shock and surprise of how incredible his toes feel between my legs has me already on the verge of something growing inside me.

“Play with it. I’ll keep exploring, but I want to see how you touch yourself in bed at night. Thinking of Daddy. Wanting to be a big girl.”

“ Uh, God .” I shudder, willing my hand to obey as I whine through clenched teeth.

“Daddy, God, King, Master, Sir… these will all do from now on, baby. But Daddy is my preference. Keep that in mind. Now, get to it. Get those fingers moving; show me what I want to see: little girl playing with her little girl cunt. Get to it.”

The years of my preoccupation and obsession with Cade rise inside me in ridicule. I never knew exactly what I wanted. A kiss? Yes. A shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen? Definitely.

But this ?

I needed this, and I had no idea.

His toes make wet sounds down low as I angle my fingers on top of the little sensitive spot and start to rub. This is magical, somehow. All the wrongs tangling up into something that feels so right.

“There you go. So good for me. A little more, show me how you do it when you get close to coming. What you do that never seems to get you there. Daddy wants to see.”

I wiggle onto the hard nub, back and forth, back and forth, then in half circles until my head is buzzing. The sloppy sounds where he is pushing his toe into my opening have darkness rolling over my eyes, and there’s a fog around everything.

I catch sight of Cade smiling. He never smiles, but there’s something about seeing him happy that fulfills a black hole inside me I never want empty again.

I roll my hips into his probing toe. “Like this.” I move my fingers. “I push and rub, but it aches and aches and I can’t make the ache go away. It just ends in frustration, every time, I hug my pillow and wish I had Daddy to help me learn.”

I’m not sure where that came from, but from the way, Cade sits up and his toe nearly takes my virginity, I think I said something right.

“That’s what daddies are for. To show you how to feel good. How to find that special feeling.”

“Show me.”

“I will. But you need to know, from now on, you’re my good girl. My best little girl, but sometimes, you’re something else. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“No, what?”

“When you’re sitting here, pants around your ankles, rubbing your clit, while your gorgeous pussy wet and sloppy and spread wide for me to see…

you’re a fucking little slut, baby. That’s precious to me.

Perfection. Sweet baby, and dirty slut, makes you more magical that you could imagine.

Daddy’s going to love you, but sometimes, he’s going to show you who you are in ways that might be confusing.

That might hurt. That’s what Daddy’s girl is for, though. You’ll learn to understand.”

That should offend me. Frighten me. But instead, I’m a weeping puddle. Tears stream down my cheeks in a silent sob. “Yes.” I nod. “I know.”

“What else are you? You’re a slut, and what else, baby? What kind of little girl does what you are doing to her daddy right now?”

The word stings on my lips as I blurt out a word I’ve never spoken before in my life. “Whore.”

Cade’s eyes darken, lids heavy. “Good girl. Now, soon enough, you’re going to learn how to take care of my cock.

I’ll teach you all the ways of pleasing me with your hands, your mouth, tits, and your ass and any other way I choose.

Sometimes, I’ll dress you up and just have you sit still like a little doll as I jack off, spurting cum all over that pretty face.

So many adventures ahead of us, baby. I hope you’re ready. ”

His toes push away my fingers; finding my clit and circling, pressing, grinding, then holding steady.

“Please.” I whimper, the aching is too much.

“Right here?” I grip the sides of his foot, not caring how I get that relief.

“Yes. Yes…” I beg, bucking against his toes as they strum on my pleading flesh. When he curls his toes, they pinch the sensitive spot. Then he pushes on the swollen, desperate nub. Pleasure darkens my vision, little fireworks spark behind my eyelids.

“Say, ‘I’m Daddy’s whore’.” The glorious pressure is gone, and I’d walk on broken glass for the relief I seek.

“ I’m Daddy’s whore .” I answer without a breath of hesitation. “Daddy’s slut. I teased you, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. I understand. You didn’t know better, but soon, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Right now, make me happy and come for me. I want to hear you come. ”

The pressure is back. The filthy words and the headiness of everything that’s happening converge and punch me in that go-switch I’ve been unable to find until now.

The orgasm rips from me, and it’s painful and life-changing. It spins into a warped pleasure as my stepfather’s toes bring me to my first climax, my pants, and panties at my ankles, my fingernails digging into his foot for dear life.

The world collapses in on itself as I let out sounds I didn’t know were possible. This is better than any therapy, meditation, and whatever else I’ve tried in my life to find my center. When I come back to earth, it’s raining and dark outside, but it doesn’t matter.

I have my north star.

And his name is Daddy . I smile and melt into the seat.

“Good little Lennie-bird. Now, clean off my toe with your mouth, then get dressed.”