Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter
Fifty-Seven
Stone
16 years old
The soft click of my bedroom door closing woke me. The dark curtains and blackout shades covering my windows made it impossible to tell if it was morning.
Yawning, I rubbed my face hard. I couldn’t have been asleep long. It felt as if I’d just gone to bed.
“We’re home,” Hilda whispered.
That was enough to wake me up. Grabbing the covers, I quickly sat up and squinted to see in the darkness just as I felt her sit down on the edge of my bed. She was close enough that I could smell her perfume.
“What are you doing in here?” I was panicked my father would find her in my room. He’d forgive her easily enough. It was me he’d blame, and I’d pay for this.
Her hand touched my thigh, and I jerked away.
“I’ve missed you.” She sounded pouty. I could hardly see her in the darkness of the room, but I knew her expressions. The way she would pooch out her lips. Just a few weeks ago her voice had been all it took to get me hard.
“You can’t be in here,” I spoke firmly, disregarding her responding sigh. Didn’t she know she wasn’t welcome? When she was working as our house cleaner, I was thrilled to have her sneak into my room and suck my dick. I liked her even better the day she stripped naked and straddled and fucked me. That had become a regular event. But that ended once she became dad’s wife number three.
“I’ve been in Spain for three weeks. Haven’t you missed me?”
“Are you kidding me?” My voice conveyed the incredulousness of the situation. She was my stepmother now. Had she really thought we’d continue messing around? I’d begged her not to marry him. But she had anyway.
Her hand found my leg again. “He’s old and he’s mean. I miss you. I miss your body and the way you make me feel.” She leaned closer, forcing me to back away. I didn’t have much room to avoid her touching me.
“You married him. Deal with it,” I replied as coldly as I could. I understood better than anyone how mean he was. Mean was too kind a word to describe my father if you asked me. I had warned her of his anger issues. She hadn’t listened.
“Winston.” She sighed and leaned into me. I felt her breath on my cheek. “Don’t hate me. I can’t do this without you. We need each other.” Her hand found my dick, and the image of my dad walking in on us was enough to keep my dick limp. She had no idea how bad his temper could get.
“I need you to leave,” I demanded. She didn’t move away. She didn’t seem to hear me at all. Her mouth found my neck, and she started placing soft kisses below my ear. Frustrated, I grabbed her arms and forced her away from me. “Don’t you get it? He will fucking kill me. You won’t be his wife long. He has his divorce attorney on speed dial, and that prenup you signed is ironclad. This can’t happen. You don’t want the outcome any more than I do.”
She sniffled and sounded like she was crying. I sighed in frustration as I left the bed and stalked across my room. If she wasn’t going to get away from me then I’d put space between us.
“He works all the time. He’s gone now. He dropped me off and left without an explanation. I’m all alone. I need someone to hold me.”
She had flirted with him, dressed in barely any clothing when he was around, and successfully reeled him in. She got what she wanted. It was time she learned what it meant to be his wife. His constant absence was part of it.
“He will rarely be home. You’ll be given unlimited funds to spend. Slowly, you will grow apart, and in time, he’ll replace you. You’ll get a nice home, enough money to live comfortably, and you can even join the ex-wives club. I hear the others have started one.” That last bit was a lie. My mother and former stepmother hated each other.
“I don’t care if he’s here. He’s not the one I want. My body craves you. I miss your touch. I miss having you inside me. I need you to make me come.” I heard my sheets moving as she spoke. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, and my annoyance level was breaking records. The reason for the sheets shuffling was soon unveiled. “I’m naked. Come back to bed. Fuck my mouth.”
The thought of seeing Hilda naked in my bed, sucking my dick, had me hardening against my better judgment. I wouldn’t do anything about it, though. I wasn’t an idiot, but I would get myself off with that image once I got her out of here. Girls my age didn’t suck cocks like she did. Her cock sucking ability was pretty damn perfect.
“No.” That didn’t sound nearly as threatening as I’d wanted to.
“I’m so wet. I’ve thought of you all day. Knowing I’d see you tonight. Come back here and fuck me, Winston. Make me moan.”
Dammit, she had me swollen, verging on painful now. I was glad I couldn’t see her. That would make this worse. I knew she was my stepmother, but she still had a killer body. As good as any I’d seen watching porn. She also did dirty shit like the women did in porn. Girls my age weren’t that adventurous.
“Leave. Please get out. We are done. You’re his wife and what happened before is finished.”
She was silent for a moment. I listened, afraid she would stand from the bed and walk over to press her naked body against me. If she got on her knees and went for my dick with her mouth, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to stop that. No man did.
“You’re going to miss me. You’ll want my body again. And when you do, I will be waiting. It’s an adjustment. I’m here, and I understand it’s different because I’m your stepmother now. But nothing else changed. I still want you.”
“Then why did you marry him?” I shot back. She’d come to me the night before the wedding. We’d fucked. She had said she loved me. I had loved fucking her. I had thought she’d changed her mind about marrying him. But she hadn’t.
“You’re too young. He had the ability to give me a new life. One with things I’d never had. Expensive things. Travel. It was all I had ever wanted in life—or thought it was. After the wedding, it sank in that he would never be you. He would never make me feel like you do.”
Hilda was thirty. I was sixteen. Did she seriously think I believed this? How did I make her feel? Every time we were together, she was the one teaching me things.
“You married him. That’s all that matters now.”
We both remained silent for a while. I wondered if she’d fallen asleep naked in my bed. And if she had, I wondered how I was going to get her out of my room.
My father could never know about us fucking. Or tonight. I wasn’t scared of anything in this world. I’d always been fearless. I took things as they came. I dealt with whatever life threw me, except when it came to my father. I had been scared of him for as long as I could remember.
One day, he wouldn’t control me. At least the beatings he doled out stopped once I had grown a head taller than him. He wasn’t bigger than me anymore. But he could still get violent in other ways.
My affair with Hilda would likely get me killed. The man didn’t love me. I was his only son and his heir. That was it. Nothing more.
“Okay, I’ll go. But we aren’t done. I’m not giving up on you. On us.”
I didn’t reply. I waited until the door closed behind her to breathe again. I’d arrange to leave for boarding school sooner rather than later. Staying in this house was impossible.