Chapter 23
Willow and Clarissa waited in Clarissa’s grey Toyota Corolla two blocks away from Roan’s house.
Drew had called them ten minutes earlier and relayed the breakup of the party. From Willow's commentary, Tristan had yelled for a while, and the rest of the party attendees took all the food, which Tristan had equated with 'energy-sucking vegan poison.'
Then Drew arrived at their location and traded Clarissa's birthday presents for Willow.
“You gonna be okay?” Drew asked. “Your brother... well, I'm never going near him again.”
“It'll be fine. He'll leave eventually when he runs out of steam,” Clarissa told him.
She waited another twenty minutes before receiving a text from Roan.
Daddy Roan: Return for your punishment.
Heat immediately flooded her core. She'd never expected to leave the high stakes birthday party horny.
Lissa: On my way.
The lights to his living room were off, so she quietly tiptoed in—and was promptly tackled.
“You have been a very bad girl,” Roan’s harsh rasp was punctuated by a quick bite on her shoulder. He propelled her against the door, tossing her jacket on the floor.
“It was my birthday. Tristan got what he deserved.” His hands were running roughshod over her skirt.
“That’s not what I meant. You naughty girl, no panties.” Roan found her slit and teased the plumping nub of her clit. “You dared play with my dick in front of your friends.”
“Daddy Roan, I thought you’d like it,” she wasn’t doing a great job of justifying anything because his wicked fingers circled her clit, his palm getting soaked in the process.
“I did like it, but I’m gonna like this more…”
As he kissed her roughly, he spread her thighs, lifting her up, supported by the door.
She caught her breath into his mouth when he sheathed his entire length in her bare pussy.
“Dirty girl. Soaked for me. Were you dripping the whole time, wishing you could ride my cum gun. Fuck my one-eyed snake?” He impaled her mercilessly on each sentence, rattling her teeth and trapping her between begging him to stop and begging him to never stop.
“Yes, Daddy. I wanted you in me.” She tore at her shirt, wishing her bra didn’t form another barrier. “I wanted you licking my tits while you blew your load in me.
“Beg for it.” His snarl was an avalanche.
“For what?” She was pretty sure she was already begging.
“Beg me to fill your filthy cunt with my hot, white cum.” Roan drove into her even harder.
She obeyed, she’d do anything he wanted. “Yes. I need your cum. Please.”
And just like that, he pulled out and carried her to the couch.
Her body, already on the brink of a massive Daddy Roan induced orgasm was shrieking at this sudden denial.
He set her on the couch of Sword-Sorceress Ill-repute, flicking her skirt back over her legs. Sitting next to her, he turned on the TV using the remote. The screen was still stuck on the last scene of the movie—horses included.
“Really, this movie masterpiece?” She stole the remote and turned it off. “Are we edging or punishing me?
He gave her a toothy grin full of masculine satisfaction. “Yes, I’m punishing us both. You for fucking with me like that, and me for letting this fake-dating catastrophe go on for as long as we did. So, how did all this come about?”
She over-fluffed the nearest pillow in irritation yet understood she’d better explain the vegan-party turn of events.
“Tristan kept escalating, so we figured we’d beat him to the punch.
Willow called my friends and gave them instructions.
Avigayle and Lillian knew all about Tristan, and their guys followed their lead. ”
“Interesting. What about Drew?”
“Other than being told to get rid of the labels and bring the chicken? Willow warned him that Tristan would be an asshole. We needed yours and his reactions to be genuine.”
“Tank was going to genuinely kill him,” Roan agreed. “Though you seemed to be having fun.”
“I was. It was like payback for every date of mine he’s ruined over the past decade.” Clarissa couldn't help smiling. Roan didn't seem truly upset at what went down.
“Turnabout is fair play, and it did solve more than a few problems. I’m sorry it had to go this far.”
“Well,” she shrugged, “you saw how well he responded to Drew. Imagine if he’d known the truth.”
“It was funny. However, maybe the imaginary one-night stand lie was a better plan. He’d have stopped harassing you and you wouldn’t have resorted to the gaslighting to end all gaslightings.”
He was right in the sense that she’d been mad that he’d roped Willow into this drama, but it wouldn’t have been necessary if Tristan had been a sane human being.
“Quite honestly, Tristan has acted exactly how I expected,” she said without bitterness, “It’s clear he cares more for you than he does me.”
“Don’t say that. He’s your brother.”
“He wasn’t upset that my crazy roomie Willow had convinced me to become a vegan, but you?
She was unmanning you with the power of the pussy, and he had to ‘free’ you.
” She waved her hands in frustration. “Ever wonder what would have happened if he’d introduced us years ago?
A lot of this might have been different. ”
Roan glanced down at his open pants and then brushed a fingertip up from her collarbone to her cheek in a way that made her shiver. “Or I’d have had the good sense to never touch you then.”
“I doubt it. Maybe I’d have seen you regularly, and I’d have gotten you a couple of drinks.” She sucked his finger into his mouth to tease him, “... and you’d have stopped being such a good guy when it was clear I wanted to be bad for you.”
“I might have resisted.” He sucked on her finger, belying his attempt to punish. “Or crumpled in less than thirty seconds. I ought to spank you good and rough, but that’s not in the spirit of your birthday.”
She licked her lips, figuring he wouldn’t be putting up even the slightest resistance now.
“Why can’t we have the best of both worlds?”
* * *
Like she'd requested, Step-Daddy Roan sat on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, a bottle of whiskey sitting nearby. He was shirtless in a pair of worn jeans with the top button undone.
The dim light cast shadows across his face, giving him a sinister look.
“Well there, missy. Out late tonight? You're ten minutes after curfew, and just because your mother's not home, you can't flaunt the rules. I'm in charge of disciplining you.”
“Go to hell, you big prick.” She tried to flounce past him down the hallway.
He dragged her back to the couch and forced her to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs. “Wrong answer, you dirty little whore. I warned you what would happen the next time you mouthed off to your stepfather.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She squirmed on his crotch, wetness coating her thighs.
He unzipped his pants the rest of the way, His cock was already rigid, precum forming on the tip. “Time for your daddy to help you see God.”
* * *
An hour later, after the naughty girl had been taught several lessons by her virile stepfather, Clarissa was dozing, blissed out in Roan’s arms. Every time he touched her it was a combination of an aphrodisiac and a cleanse from unhappiness in the NICU.
A good girlfriend would show her appreciation... well, verbally, since he’d been well rewarded more than once.
“This has still been an amazing birthday. Bad I have to go back to the NICU in the morning, but good that I messed with Tristan, hung out with my friends, got awesome gifts, and got Daddy Roan fun.”
“Glad I was in there somewhere,” he stretched, languidly, arranging her to spoon against him.
“If it had been just you, it still would have been a great birthday.” She propped her head into his right arm. “I hope I can return the favor on your birthday. The big-four-oh.”
“You'll be post-call in the PICU on that Friday. I can wait,” he reassured her, covering them with the newish comforter. “At least they'll reward you with a golden weekend.”
“No way. There is no postponing because of being post-call. I'll sleep, and I will be fine.” At least she hoped she'd be fine after two back to back calls. “When I get here, I’ll make it so worth Daddy Roan's while.”
“You don't have to. We'll have the rest of the weekend together,” he suggested, the voice of reason.
She rolled over and twined her legs with his. “Turnabout is fair play. You took a personal day off for me and planned a party—that got hijacked. The least I can do is visit you after dinner to give you dessert.”
Roan kissed her lips. “Will it be vegan?”
Clarissa followed that kiss by nuzzling his neck. “Definitely not. I suspect I'll have an appetite for All-American Beef Sausage. Gonna have to fit my mouth around it.”
He groaned, “You go to sleep now.”
“Don't wanna. Wanna play with Daddy Roan,” she whined. It was true. The last place she wanted to be was back in the NICU. She counted every second till she could be back here, escaping into pleasure with Roan.
Part of her was dying to weep and scream about what awaited her in the days to come. The only time she felt happy was away from the hospital in his arms. She hoped she’d be strong enough to do what needed to be done. She prayed the NICU and PICU wouldn’t break her.
Except none of this was in her control.
“Later, birthday girl.” He captured her arms before she could press the issue. “We'll have plenty of time later. Go to sleep.”
And a command was a command from her Daddy Roan, so she did as she’d been told.
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