7. Poppy
Chapter 7
Poppy
I t was early afternoon, and the rain was still falling. At least there wasn’t any thunder and lightning right now, and there had been no signs of tornados forming in the area. The weather people were still keeping an eye out, but the bigger concern now was the flooding.
Thankfully, we hadn’t seen any evidence of flooding here at the cabin. I was out on the porch, sitting in one of the two rocking chairs with my sketchbook in my lap. The air was charged with energy from the storm, and it was hot, despite the rain. Humidity was thick in the air, but I didn’t mind it. Living in Miami, I was used to the heat.
I had been sitting outside by myself for an hour now. Joey said he wanted to join me and show me how much he cared, but instead, he had been glued to the TV all day. It seemed like after we slept together last night, he thought everything was fine between us again.
He was wrong.
Hell, the sex wasn’t even good. I tried to enjoy myself and went about things normally by giving him head first until he was ready to go further. That was how he always liked to start off sex, saying it was important because women just had to spread their legs and they could get fucked, but men had to be erect first.
Sometimes, he got too excited and just came in my mouth, which was always a disappointment. I didn’t usually orgasm from sex with him, but I liked to feel close to him, so I always wanted us to do it.
But last night was awkward. For me, the scene in his apartment was hanging over my head the whole time. I felt self-conscious of my body when I thought of him with his neighbor, which pissed me off just as much as it made me feel insecure. My mind was such a jumble of conflicting thoughts, I couldn’t concentrate when Joey rolled me underneath him and started pumping into me. My emotions were all over the place and that made my body unresponsive to him in so many ways. I didn’t even get to a point of pleasure before he was coming into the condom while moaning loudly in my ear.
Then, it was done, and he smiled at me with a arrogance that implied he thought he’d just rocked my world. “Told you I’d make it up to you,” he said, kissing my cheek before he rolled off of me.
That was it. This morning, he seemed indifferent to my presence, saying there wasn’t anything fun to do while it was raining, so he was going to watch TV all day. I supposed I could have joined him, but my idea of a vacation did not really include sitting in front of a TV all day long. I could’ve stayed home for that.
Besides, it was still beautiful here, despite the rain. So, I lingered on the porch for an hour, but I had to admit to myself I wasn’t entirely focused on my fashion designs. I couldn’t stop thinking about the kink camp Mason mentioned. I didn’t know much about BDSM or any other kinks, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild.
Joey was my first and only sexual partner and sex with him had always been…normal. We did a little foreplay that consisted mostly of me giving him blowjobs and him occasionally fingering me— he never put his mouth on me though, and I’d always wondered what that would feel like. Other than a small amount of foreplay, I’d say our sex was pretty simple, vanilla even. He was usually on top of me, pumping away until he came.
I’d never been blown away by sex, but I didn’t really think too much about how it could be different. Just the few things Mason mentioned during breakfast got my mind whirling. Spanking, bondage, dominance, submission.
Four simple words made my stomach tighten and the space between my legs tingle. I couldn’t deny that part of my reaction was picturing Mason engaging in those acts. His big, calloused hand leaving a handprint on my ass. His eyes roaming my body with hunger while I was tied to the headboard in my room.
No. Stop it.
I shouldn’t be thinking like this at all. Not only did I have a boyfriend— no matter how uncertain our future was— but Mason was my stepdad. He was married to my mom, and no matter how hard his erection was when it brushed against my ass last night, I couldn’t imagine he’d feel anything other than disgust with me for even thinking about him in a sexual way.
The problem was I couldn’t seem to turn my mind off, and my curiosity about his kinks grew stronger and stronger as I sat there in the rocking chair. Finally, I realized that nearly an hour had passed, and I hadn’t drawn anything. Tucking my sketchbook under my arm, I headed back inside the cabin. Joey was right where I left him, sitting on the couch with his hand buried in a bag of potato chips. He didn’t even look up from the TV when I entered, even though I knew he heard the door open and close.
Sighing, I headed toward the stairs. I hadn’t seen my dad since breakfast, and I assumed he was locked up in his room again, maybe working on his book. As I passed the bathroom that was shared by the two smaller bedrooms, I heard the shower running. It had to be Mason.
My mind conjured the image of him naked under the showerhead, droplets running over his tanned skin. I swallowed around a lump in my throat and continued down the hall. The door of his room was open, and I paused in the hallway.
Did I dare go inside?
I shouldn’t, and I knew that. But I could see his suitcase sitting on his bed. Excitement churned in my belly, and I found myself taking a step inside before I even thought about it. My head swiveled in each direction, making sure no one was around to see me.
I was alone. Anticipation and the thrill of doing something so forbidden quickened my steps. In seconds, I was standing next to Mason’s bed, unzipping his suitcase. I just wanted a peek. He’d never know, right?
Having talked myself into following through with this, I opened the suitcase and stared down at the array of objects inside. My eyes were wide as I took in the assortment of what Mason called toys. There were things I didn’t recognize. Black leather straps with buckles, small chains attached to clamps, and something plastic shaped like a penis with a padlock attached. I wasn’t sure what all of his was for, but there was something deep inside me that longed to find out. It sparked to life a primal arousal I hadn’t known existed.
I spotted things that were more familiar too, even if I’d never used any of it myself. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Dildos.
I was surprised to see such a variety of dildos and vibrators in the suitcase. I would have assumed only women bought those things. Did Mason use them on the women that he dominated? Because he didn’t have to tell me he would be the dominant one during his kinky sex. I could sense it.
I craved it.
God, I wanted him to direct his intense focus on me. I wanted him to teach me how to use some of the things I recognized and all of the things I didn’t.
A pulse of need between my thighs had me reaching out to grab the largest dildo I saw. It was black, veiny, and looked as if it was over eight inches in length. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I could take something this big, but the desire to try was so overwhelming my hand shook as I lifted it out of the suitcase.
“There’s no way,” I mumbled as I held it up in front of my face. “It’s too big to fit inside of anyone.”
“You’d be surprised how much a woman can be stretched. In both holes,” my father said from behind me.
I spun around to find him in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest and an almost predatory smile on his face.
I gasped and shoved the fake monstrous cock behind my back.
“I…I wasn’t…” I trailed off, horror at being caught like this by my dad. What was I thinking coming in here?
Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, sending me rushing out of the room as I felt my cheeks flame from embarrassment. But I didn’t make it past him before he reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“You shouldn’t be in here, you know that, right?” he asked, an intensity in his eyes that made my stomach flip. “I really should punish you for snooping. That’s my job as your daddy, isn’t it?”
Heat flared to life inside of me at his words, which didn’t feel fatherly in the least. Sexual tension was thick in the air, shocking the hell out of me. With his tall stature, he towered over me, and I noticed for the first time he was almost as muscular as Mason.
That was where their similarities ended. Dad had short, salt-and-pepper hair and a smooth jawline. The lack of a beard showed off his dimpled chin, and his eyes were so dark compared to Mason’s hazel orbs.
But I felt a surge of attraction to him just like what I felt for Mason last night. While what I felt for my stepfather made me feel guilty, the desire I suddenly had for my own father sent a wave of shame through me.
Freaked out, I ripped my arm out of his grasp and hurried down the hall to my room without looking back. Slamming the door closed and locking it, I was breathing heavy as I tried to calm myself down. What the hell was that?
He was my dad. How in the hell could I have been attracted to him?
Maybe it was just a residual reaction. Part of my body’s turned-on response to seeing all of Mason’s toys. At least, thinking that made me feel better.
Remembering the dildo in my grasp, I cringed as I looked down at it. Why in the hell did I keep this? I should’ve just tossed it back into the suitcase, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.
A flush covered my cheeks as I thought about the words my dad said to me. Stretching both holes? I shuddered at the thought.
There was no way I could bring the dildo back to Mason's room right now. What if my dad was still in there? The thought of facing him again was too much for me to handle at the moment. So, I crouched down and peered under the bed, quickly shoving the large sex toy out of sight. I knew I needed to figure out a way to return it to Mason, but I needed some time to come up with a plan. All I could do was hope my dad didn't mention catching me snooping around in Mason's room. The mere thought of it made me cringe with embarrassment.
Deciding to relax, I headed into my bathroom and ran a bath. The shelves were lined with an array of bathing products— soaps, shampoo, conditioner, and bubble bath. I turned on the faucet and let the water fill the tub while adding in a generous amount of lavender-scented bubbles.
Sinking into the warm water, I just wanted to escape for a little while and forget about all the complicated emotions swirling around me—feelings toward men I knew I shouldn't have, and the disappointment of how things were going with Joey. As my bathtub filled up, I turned off the tap and tried to clear my mind. Sometimes it felt easier to think about nothing at all than to try to make sense of everything going on.
Unfortunately, I had never been good at turning off my brain. No matter how hard I tried, I kept thinking of my dad’s intense eyes as he caught me in Mason’s room. Was I crazy? Imagining the sexual tension?
I had to be, right?
But as I lay in the warm water, slowly trailing my fingertips up my inner thighs where my legs were bent, I couldn’t stop my brain from replaying that moment when he stopped me in the doorway of Mason’s room. He was so close, staring at me so intently.
I thought about his handsome face and hot body as I my fingers roamed higher, over my stomach, ghosting along my ribs, and finally skimming my breasts. The touch of my fingers against my nipples made them tighten into hard peaks.
And I was still thinking about my dad.
That realization made me move my hands into the water on each side of my body. My stomach twisted, and I wondered if I was some kind of freak. What kind of woman got hot and bothered while thinking about her own father?
I sat up and started to wash my body, running the loofah over my skin in a soothing motion and giving up the idea of clearing my mind. It would be better to focus on something that wasn’t a wild attraction to my father or the way I wanted to explore my stepdad’s kinks with him.
Instead, I thought about fashion. That was a safe topic I was passionate about, so I could easily distract myself with it. I thought about the latest trends in women’s dresses and contemplated the type of neckline I’d like to use for the white dress I was currently designing. I’d already drawn it with a sweetheart neckline, but as I thought about it, I decided it would look better with a Queen Anne neckline. It was classy and elegant. I didn’t have many formal dress designs, and I needed to add a few more.
I smiled as I thought about seeing my clothes for sale in a store.
Someday, Poppy.
I was going to get there. I just had to build up my confidence enough to go for it. That was easier said than done, but I was still determined.
After stepping out of the bathtub, I wrapped a plush towel around my body and grabbed my phone before heading back to the bedroom. As I walked toward the dresser, thoughts about Joey not speaking to me all day crossed my mind. My steps faltered and I dropped my phone, watching as it slid under the bed. Bending down to retrieve it, my hand froze as it brushed against the thick, veiny, faux cock. Time seemed to stand still as I debated between reaching for the cock or my phone.
What was I thinking? I’d never used a dildo before, and the size of that one was way too intimidating.
The need between my thighs had become unbearable, consuming all rational thought. I couldn't resist any longer and dropped my towel to the floor, lying on the bed with a desperate urgency. My fingers trembled as I traced over my own body, no longer wanting to think of anyone but myself. Joey's betrayal had released me from his hold and now I could fully indulge in my desires without guilt or shame.
Closing my eyes, Mason's face appeared in my mind, igniting a fire within me. The image of his rough hands roaming over my body sent shivers down my spine as I eagerly massaged my own breasts, imagining it was him touching me. I longed for the calloused texture of his fingertips against my skin, craving the roughness only he could provide. In this moment, nothing else mattered except fulfilling my own pleasure and sating this insatiable ache within me.
Spreading my legs, I moved a hand down to my clit, taking a deep breath as I thought of the way his erection felt against my ass last night. Long and thick and so damn hard. He could impale me on that thing, and I had a feeling I’d never be the same again.
My mind played out a scenario I knew I’d never be bold enough to turn into a reality. I envisioned sneaking into Mason's room under the cover of darkness. My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of him, completely bare and vulnerable, in the middle of his bed. Despite being asleep, his cock stood at attention, a tantalizing invitation to fulfill my darkest fantasies.
I couldn't resist giving in to the overwhelming urge building within me and increased the speed of my fingers against my throbbing clit. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but I refused to let out even the slightest moan for fear of being caught.
My imagination transported me onto Mason's body, straddling him and feeling his broad chest beneath my fingertips. I mimicked the motion with my hand, plunging two fingers into my dripping pussy as I rode him with reckless abandon. My pussy clenched around nothing but air as I lost myself in the moment.
“Yes,” I hissed under my breath, imagining Mason’s smile as he looked up at me on top of him. Would he have soft compliments for me? Moan my name?
As I tried to push Mason out of my mind, my thoughts abruptly shifted to my dad. In my mind's eye, I could see him standing in the doorway of this room, a sly smile on his face as he called himself my "daddy". His dark eyes would be hooded with desire as he watched me finger myself. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, both thrilling and disturbing me at the same time.
No. I shouldn’t think about him. Mason was off-limits, but my dad was completely forbidden. It was a fine line of distinction, but I convinced myself my attraction to the man who I wasn’t actually related to was okay.
So, I forced myself to think of Mason again. His strong arms, his hazel eyes, his hard cock.
I thought about riding him again and a whimper slipped out of my mouth. I moved my fingers in and out faster, and just as I was about to come, I thought of my dad again. He was in the room with me and Mason, smacking my ass, because that was what a good daddy did, punished his little girl for being naughty.
My orgasm ripped through me before I could redirect my thoughts. I shook and panted as I came, my mind flickering between my dad and my stepfather.
When the orgasm passed, I felt ashamed of myself. Why did I think of my father? And why did those thoughts send me flying over the edge?
I swallowed hard and promised myself this wouldn’t happen again. I needed to focus on my boyfriend. That was the whole point of this trip and I needed to stop fantasizing about men who would never in a million years want me.