Chapter 2
Lily
O h my gosh, I can’t believe that that just happened! This is not how I anticipated meeting my stepfather’s friends.
Don’t get me wrong because I wasn’t expecting candles, firelight, or roses on a table while angels sing overhead.
Nor am I expecting the Three Musketeers to ride in on white stallions, with their swords drawn.
But never in a million years did I think that my stepdad’s buddies would walk in while Lionel had his fingers buried in my ass, massaging my rectum as I came all over his hand.
“ Daddy! ” I screamed. “Oh, your friends are here!”
But the man of the house didn’t stop. He merely continued penetrating my asshole, pushing me through my climax, before offering a drink to his buddies.
“Help yourselves,” Lionel tossed off in a casual voice over one shoulder. “I’ve got Glenlivet and Laphroaig in the cabinet. It’s the real deal from across the pond, and not the shit they brew here.”
“Laphroaig is fucking priceless,” the first dark man growled. “The smoky flavor can’t be replicated.”
“Yeah, but I prefer Glenlivet,” the second man said in a smooth tone, just as gorgeous as the first with deep chestnut hair and penetrating blue eyes. “That peat shit is too fucking musky.”
“Musky?” the third man chuckled, his eyes a bright azure as took in the filthy sight before him. “The only musk I enjoy is a woman’s ass.”
What the hell? Didn’t they have any decency?
But the men merely grinned again before grabbing a couple bottles of my stepfather’s expensive liqueur, and heading towards the stairs to the lower level.
Clearly, Cross, Scott, and Barrett have been to the mansion before because they knew exactly where to go.
“We’ll see you downstairs,” Scott called over one shoulder as those massive forms disappeared from sight. “Don’t get carried away because we want a piece too.”
I gasp. What dirty words! But at the same time, I go warm all over because I’ve always been attracted to domineering alpha males, and clearly, there are three waiting downstairs for me.
Lionel knows that I want it too. He pulls his fingers out of my asshole before spitting on the dark pucker and rubbing the saliva into my used pleats.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “Nice and stretched now. Did I hurt you, baby girl?”
Tensing my buttocks a bit, I evaluate the situation. But then I smile.
“No, Daddy,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m fine, and it felt really good. But oh my gosh! Your friends saw what we were doing and they’re probably so disgusted.”
Lionel stops stroking my asshole for a moment to look at me with sparkling blue eyes.
“Did they seem disgusted to you?” he drawls in a wry tone. “If anything, I think they require girls to engage in anal. There are three of them, after all, and you have three holes. You didn’t think they’d skip that part, did you?”
“No, no, not that!” I say quickly. “I don’t mean that they’d be disgusted by a specific sex act. It’s just that ... well, you’re my stepfather and I thought they’d be turned off by our relationship.”
Lionel fixes me with a stern look.
“Lily, I already told you. I told Scott, Cross, and Barrett that we’ve been intimately involved, so it’s not news to them. Plus, my buddies know we’re not biologically related so it’s not a blood-relation thing.”
I blush before whispering, “I know, Daddy. I guess it’s just when you see it in real life, sometimes things hit different.”
Lionel chuckles before helping me sit up. Then, he reaches into a bag beside the sofa, and pulls out a tiny bit of hot pink lace.
“What is that?” I ask curiously. The whole thing is nothing but two pieces of rose-colored floss with a gem dangling in the middle.
Lionel smiles devilishly, revealing the dimple in his left cheek.
Goodness, my stepfather is so handsome that I feel myself melting again, but he merely nudges me up to stand, before reaching down to help me into what reveals itself to be a hot pink thong.
“I was out shopping earlier, and I figured you could use some new lingerie seeing that I often destroy what you have on,” the alpha male replies in a smooth tone. “This set was especially pretty, and I couldn’t resist.”
I watch with dumbstruck eyes as he adjusts the floss around my hips, before positioning the crystal gem right in front of my clit.
Literally, it’s nothing but two pieces of string: one that circles around my waist, and one that bisects my pussy lips.
Then, the gem is positioned in front of my clit, hiding the turgid pink bulge.
Obviously, nothing is being covered. My pussy lips swell around the bottom piece of floss, soaking the cloth with my copious nectar.
When I turn around to inspect myself from the back, the string disappears between my buttocks, leaving the two white moons on full display.
Plus, when I shimmy my hips a bit, the crystal sparkles prettily, throwing rainbow rays all around the room.
But it slips slightly and my clit is visible, the pink nub wet from arousal still.
“Daddy, this is the silliest gift you’ve ever given me,” I say in an exasperated voice. “It covers nothing at all!”
“I know,” Lionel says in a silky tone, leaning back for a moment to take in my voluptuous shape.
“But I want my stepdaughter to look presentable when meeting my friends, and the lingerie does the trick. Here are some pasties,” he says, handing me pink circles of sticky adhesive decorated with rhinestone.
“Stick those on, baby, because they complete the look. And these,” he adds almost as an afterthought.
“I don’t want my girl to be barefoot like Cinderella. ”
Then, Lionel whips out a pair of hot pink stilettos, also decorated with rhinestones around the toe box. The heel has to be at least six inches high, and I gasp as I slip my feet into them.
“Daddy, I can’t possibly walk in these heels!” I breathe. “I’ll fall and break my neck!”
Lionel watches as I stand, noting with approval how the high stilettos push my bust out, large and luscious, while simultaneously tucking my bottom in and lengthening my legs.
“You look fucking edible, princess,” he rasps, running one large hand up and down my ivory flank. “Goddamn, I have half a mind to keep you to myself.”
I giggle.
“Daddy, we can’t do that! Your friends are already here, and they’re waiting downstairs! What would they say if we disappeared like mist?”
Lionel reaches one hand up to gently jiggle the underside of a big breast, moaning as the ivory flesh bounces.
“Fuck ‘em,” he groans. “Those assholes can find their entertainment elsewhere.”
But I put my hands on my hips before fixing the older man with a mock-serious look.
“We can’t do that, Daddy. What kind of hosts would that make us? Besides, I’ve been looking forward to this party for months now, and it’s finally happening. It’s too late to back out, or to “disappear” like you’re suggesting. Come on, Daddy. Don’t be a spoil sport.”
Then, I spin on the high heels and begin to walk, but they must be at least six inches high, and I lose my balance almost immediately.
Oh no! I’m going to fall and break my neck.
But just in time, Lionel’s strong arms catch me around the waist before sweeping me up into his arms, cuddling me against that broad chest. His stark features are only inches from mine now, and the older man leans forward to capture my lips in a hard, demanding kiss.
“I’d never let you fall, princess,” he rasps. “You’re mine.”
I wind my arms around his bronzed neck, gazing up with adoration at the handsome man.
“I am,” I mewl prettily. “Now, let’s go, Daddy, because our guests are downstairs and it’s rude to make them wait. Let’s get this party started.”
With that, a dark flush appears on the man of the house’s high cheekbones, but Lionel nods and strides towards the stairs with my curvy form safely ensconced in his arms. I sigh with pleasure and anticipation because I’ve never entertained multiple men before . .. but now, I’m going to get my chance.