Chapter 6

I lay in bed, my hands tucked behind my head, waiting in the dark.

The clock told me it was almost 1 o’clock when the sounds of revelry downstairs started to die down, and I knew that McKenzie was wrapping up her little get together. She must have seen Adrianna coming downstairs and leaving, so she knew that joining us was no longer part of the equation, and I hoped she would be understanding. I hated to disappoint my sexy, horny little angel.

As I lay there, breathing deeply and letting the buzz slowly wear off, I picked up my phone and checked my messages. I had multiple text from my wife, and, despite knowing it was possibly a bad idea, I checked them.

The first had been sent just before I came upstairs to meet Adrianna.

“Oh no! I’m sure you handled it well, though. What was the issue?”

The next was a couple minutes after that.

“Nervous for my presentation tomorrow. Call before to help me feel better?”

And finally, around 12:30. “Hope you’re having fun at the party. Headed to bed. Big day tomorrow.”

No more photos with Aaron Burns, and I let out a sigh of relief. Nothing to worry about, I said, feeling a lump of tension uncurl in my belly.

I tapped out a text. “Call sounds great! Night, honey.”

The house finally quieted, and I could hear the dull thud through the house when McKenzie finally closed the door behind her last guest. I’d asked her to make sure that anyone who couldn’t drive got home in an Uber, so we might have some visitors in the morning coming back for their cars, but other than that we finally had the house to ourselves.

My stepdaughter padded up the stairs, and I could hear the boards creak in the hallway as she came right to the door of the master bedroom. The entrance swung open and I flipped on the bedside lamp to give her some light.

“Hiya, Daddy...” she giggled, leaning up against the doorframe. I could tell she’d had more to drink since I had come upstairs, and she wobbled as she looked me up and down on the bed. “You look good... “

She looked good too, the olive crop top and tight little jean shorts accentuating her lithe young body. But as she came slowly toward me, closing the door behind her, I knew that I wasn’t going to do anything with her tonight. It’s one thing to entrance your stepdaughter with a powerful, mind-altering cologne and fuck her in your marital bed. It’s another to do it when she’s drunk.

So, instead of greeting her by throwing her down to the bed, I just sat up and gave her an innocent smile. “Hey, angel,” I said. I patted the mattress next to me for her to sit down. “How was the party? How are you feeling?”

McKenzie bit her lip, her face flushed. “Horny...” she murmured, hazel eyes sparkling. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and then dropped onto the bed heavily, uncoordinated. She leaned forward, her hand on my thigh. “Can I count on my big, strong man to take care of me?”

I sighed softly and then shook my head, maintaining my smile. “Not tonight, Kenz, okay?”

She frowned gently, pouting. “I told you...” she said, looking away. “I’m fiiine.“

I smiled softly, and I could see her struggling to stay frustrated with me. “I know you are, Kenz,” I murmured. I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. “But I want to hear about the party, and then we have the whole weekend for whatever you want.”

She looked back and narrowed her eyes at me. “You got to sex tonight,” she told me. “I saw Adrianna leaving. And I wanted sex too...”

I chuckled softly, and, after a second, she couldn’t stay irritated with me. She slumped down onto the pillows next to me, defeated. “Not even a little bit?” she sighed.

I furrowed my brow, giving my moral quandary a once-over. “Tell you what,” I said, rolling over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You tell me about the party, and I’ll see what I can do for you and your little...” my hand slowly caressed up her leg. “Problem...”

Her mouth parted in a soft gasp.

My fingers stroked across the zipper of her cutoff shorts, circling.

“That sounds... good,” she breathed, her body relaxing into the sheets.

I grinned. “Good girl.” I pushed myself down the mattress, around one smooth, tanned leg. “So...” I murmured, spreading her legs wide with my hands. “Was it a success? Did you have fun?”

“Uh-huh.” McKenzie’s voice was soft and low, blurred by alcohol and arousal.

I kissed the inside of her calf. “What did you get up to after I left?” I kept my voice conversational, teasing her with my fingers.

“Mmm ... We, um, finished our game of King’s Cup.” She shivered as my mouth traced up her leg. “Then, most of the boys came back inside from out back. We drank a bit more and played a few games. Nothing much.”

I paused as I came to her inner thighs, looking up. “How was Elizabeth doing by the end of it?”

The girl had seen her boyfriend making out with someone else, and after I’d done my best to comfort her I’d sent her out to hang with the rest of the group under McKenzie’s watchful gaze. In my mind’s eye I could see the girl, blonde hair a little mussed up and blue gaze looking up into mine for support as I’d lent her my ear in the kitchen.

“Oh, she was okay by the end, I think,” McKenzie murmured. “I made sure she got an Uber, since she’d driven over with Bryan ... She asked about you,” she added off-handedly. “Said she wanted to thank you for having her back.”

I nodded, satisfied. “Glad to hear it,” I said, and slowly began to unzip my stepdaughter’s shorts.

“Mmm...” The teenager gave a satisfied sigh and lifted her hips as I tugged the jeans over her hips and round, muscular ass.

She was wet under my fingers and I breathed in her scent, kissed her through the damp fabric of her panties. I could feel the heat of her desire, her hot skin and aching need. I felt my body respond, my cock starting to awaken, but I sternly ordered myself to focus on the matter at hand.

“How about you?” McKenzie’s tone was mischievous now, and I saw her eyes sparkling as they met my darker ones. “How was...” she sucked in a breath as I tugged at her panties with my teeth, “ ... Adrianna?”

I pulled the thin fabric down and away, revealing the sheen of arousal on her smoothly-shaven slit. “She liked me,” I grinned, and then lowered my mouth to my stepdaughter’s pussy.

“Ohfuck.”

I smirked in a self-satisfied manner as my tongue slid up her entrance and tasted her need, her dripping desire.

McKenzie struggled to maintain her thought process as I began to slowly lap at her outer folds, my fingers spreading her open. “Will she be back? I... god that’s good... I’ve thought she was hot for a while now. I’m sorry I didn’t get to join you.”

“Hmm...” I considered, sliding a finger into her tight entrance and slowly penetrating her inner tunnel. I raised my head as a second finger joined the first. “Couldn’t say. She had some reservations...” I was only a little surprised to learn that my stepdaughter was, at the very least, interested in women. By now I knew that McKenzie was into a lot of things.

The teenager writhed under my fingers, her hips trying to buck up and ride my hand. “She’ll be back, then,” she gasped. “I don’t know if anyone can... fuckme... resist you.”

I licked my lips and then lowered my mouth again. “You think?” I asked, then gently flicked my tongue across her clit, my fingers slowly speeding up.

“Daddy...” McKenzie begged. “Just make me cum already...”

I grinned at that and began to go down on her in earnest. I breathed in her tangy scent, tasting her on my tongue as I lavished her pussy with long, swift strokes. My cock was hardening against my will as she writhed, growing even wetter under my ministrations, but I focused my mind on McKenzie’s pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.

I continued, focusing my tongue on her clit, eliciting gasps of pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy...” she breathed. “Make your little girl cum so hard for you...”

I slid my fingers free and pinned her hips to the bed, my tongue circling her tiny, hard pleasure button.

Her chest rose and fell unsteadily, and then her hands were rising from the sheets and she began to cup and squeeze her round tits through the crop top.

It was a sight that made my cock rock hard against the mattress, my teenage stepdaughter massaging her breasts, tugging her nipples, begging me to make her cum. Her breathy moans were high and feminine, and the sound was music to my ears.

I pulled back and blew a short breath of air across her skin, slick from my mouth and with her own juices, and her hips rose up against my palms.

“Don’t tease me, Sir.” She was close, her eyes screwed tight and her lips parted.

I grinned and then continued, my tongue skimming across her entrance and then over her clit again and again and again.

Her body clenched, tighter and tighter, one of her hands falling to my head and tugging at my hair, pushing me down between her thighs. I didn’t resist, giving her just what she wanted. Her legs squeezed around my head, and then suddenly her body bucked and she was cumming, crying out softly and spasming under my mouth and hands.

I eased up some, slowly letting my tongue lap across her outer folds as she struggled for breath.

“Mmm ... Thank you, Daddy...” she finally murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

I sat up, rolling my shoulders and crawling up the bed to lay on one elbow beside her. My cock throbbed, hard against my boxers, but I ignored it. Later, I told myself. We have all weekend for this.

“Good?” I asked quietly. I slid my hand gently across her bare midriff and then up under her top, gently squeezing one perky breast. Her nipple was a hard little nub against my skin.

“Yes,” she sighed, hazel eyes opening and shining with contentment. She wriggled out from under my hand and then sat up just enough to tug the garment over her head, tossing it to the floor on the far side of the bed. She lay back down, her eyes closing again as my hand wandered over her body.

My touch wasn’t sexual, just a relaxed enjoyment of her gorgeous, slender form.

I smiled as I saw her chest rise and fall, her breath deepening. “Sleepy?” I murmured.

“Mmhmm. ‘S’late,” she whispered. Her body curved as she rolled over toward me, her back against my chest. “Time for sleeps...”

I snorted softly and smiled, then leaned back just far enough to flip off the lamp. The room plunged into dark, and I heard McKenzie sigh with satisfaction.

“Good night,” I said softly, kissing the top of her head and then settling in, my own body relaxing down into the mattress. It was a warm, early summer night, and I didn’t bother with the comforter.

“G’night,” McKenzie whispered, her breath slowing.

We lay there in the dark, and when I fell asleep it was so easy and swift that I didn’t even notice until morning.

My muscles were stiff when I woke, and for a moment I blearily wondered why. Then, I heard soft breath beside me and realized that I’d slept curved around McKenzie. My arm had been curled up under her all night, and I gently extracted it, letting it hang and allowing blood flow to return.

I blew out a sigh, rubbing at my eyes with the other hand and moaning softly. My head ached, and I remembered the night before. Drinking... I thought, and my body shivered at the thought. I glanced at the digital clock and sighed. Before I’d started listening to the BDE recordings I had rarely woken before 8. Now, even on a Saturday morning after a late night, I never woke up after 6.

As I pushed myself up, I realized it was the first time in a week I’d gone to sleep without listening to my BDE recordings, and I frowned. Repetition and consistency are key, a voice that may have been Mr. Silver Fox’s reminded me, for your transformation to be successful.

I blew out a breath. After only a week of self-hypnosis, my life was already irrevocably altered, and I knew that I wanted that change to last. I nodded to myself and opened the drawer in my bedside table, pulling out the old iPod and earbuds.

I settled back in bed and pressed play on BDE 8, and I could already feel my body and mind relaxing as Mr. Silver Fox’s voice sounded in my ears.

“If you’ve been listening consistently, it should be just over a week since you started training your mind and body with your patented Brain Development Enterprises self-hypnosis recordings. And, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, your life is already changing...”

The man sounded confident, satisfied, and I knew that I felt that way, too.

“That’s good, because you are the type of Man who takes action, the kind of Man who invests in himself, a Man who deserves every ounce of his success...”

My mind relaxed, letting his voice wash over me. I felt McKenzie stir beside me, turning and, still asleep, resting a small hand on my chest.

“I want you to take a deep breath, now, and let everything go, because it’s time for the next step in your transformation...”

Hmm... I wondered silently, easily. I wonder what the next step is? But it didn’t really matter. If it’s as good as the rest, I’ll take whatever this guy can give me.

“Very good...”

I slipped gently down into the trance, into the almost sleep-like state, slowly letting myself lose focus until I was only hearing snippets of the man’s low, commanding voice.

“You are the Man of the House, the Master of your life ... You provide for the women in your life, and you deserve to have as many women as you wish...”

My brain was still pounding with the hangover, so I wasn’t able to slip as deeply as I had in the past. I sank below the surface as his voice drifted into my subconscious.

“You want to have many women in your life, and you know you can satisfy them...”

It was okay, though, because it just let me hear and affirm what the man’s relaxing, powerful tone was helping me to realize.

“Your body is a Temple, a Temple for worship, a Temple that should be worshipped by as many as can handle you...”

I relaxed back down, only starting to rise again as the recording ended.

“And before you awaken from your trance, I want you to repeat after me: ‘It’s all thanks to BDE... ‘“

My lips were moving as I stirred. “It’s all thanks to BDE,” I mumbled.

“Very good...” And I felt a surge of satisfaction at the affirmation. “That’s all ... Now, just feel the gratitude and strength and confidence surging through your body as you awaken, refreshed and rejuvenated, powerful and masculine...”

I blinked, opening my eyes and taking a deep breath. Surprisingly, I was feeling better, stronger, the hangover slipping away as my mind focused on the day ahead. “Damn...” I muttered. “It’s a hangover cure, too?” I chuckled softly and swung my legs out of the bed.

As I headed for the bathroom, I glanced back over my shoulder at McKenzie. A confident smirk spread across my face as I saw how much space was in the King-sized bed. You know, I mused. There’s space for a few more in there...

But I shook my head and laughed softly to myself. One step at a time, I told myself. I already had a cheating wife and a sexy stepdaughter — and maybe a gorgeous, busty Latina? my brain offered — my hands were full. Still, my brain swirled with possibilities as I got dressed and took a slow, easy morning jog, the cool dawn air filling my lungs and clearing my mind.

The curb outside the house had had four or five cars parked, left over from the night before, when I’d left for my run, but when I came jogging back there was another one idling across the way.

It was a silver sedan, and as I shuffled past, sweating and blowing hard, the engine went quiet and I saw a familiar figure open the driver’s side door and step out into the street.

It was Adrianna, the curvy Latina’s black hair pulled back in a ponytail and her body wrapped in a pair of skintight yoga pants and an athletic top that strained to contain her gravity-defying breasts.

I slowed as she hurried across the street toward me. “Adrianna?” My voice was a pant as I stretched, putting my hands in the small of my back and trying not to sound as surprised as I felt.

She stopped in front of me, her eyes flickering over me. “Hi,” she said. “Can we talk?”

I raised my eyebrows and started walking. “If you let me sit down first.” It was only twenty yards or so to the house, and the caramel-skinned beauty followed me as I headed, without waiting for an answer, for my usual seat on the rocker. I knew I didn’t cut a particularly striking figure, my sweat-stained t-shirt drenched with sweat between my shoulder blades and under my arms, and my paunch evident where it clung to my rounded belly.

Once, the thought would have struck a dagger of icy self-consciousness right through my morale, but now I wasn’t even thinking about it. It could have been the BDE recordings. Or it could have been the fact that I was still trying to focus on catching my breath.

I climbed the steps heavily and sank down with a sigh of contentment into the rocking chair.

Adrianna, on her part, leaned back against the white-painted wooden porch railing and looked away down the street.

There was a moment of silence.

“You’re back quick,” I offered, leaning back in the chair. As I began to breathe more normally, I felt the satisfying ache in my legs and a growing confidence. “Did you forget something after the party last night?” I didn’t mention what had happened between us, just looked at her with an innocent expression like I was nothing more than the father of her hostess. The ball was in her court, and I somehow knew that she needed to be the one to make a play.

The young Latina woman pressed her lips together. “I...” She seemed to hesitate, then looked at me with her bright green gaze. “I couldn’t sleep last night.” She swallowed, and her eyes dropped to my mouth before rising back up to my eyes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what ... Um ... what happened.”

I nodded thoughtfully. “So what’s on your mind?”

She shuffled her feet, hands squeezing and releasing the railing behind her. When she spoke her voice was low, almost sounding defeated. “It was really good...”

I gestured wordlessly for her to continue. I was forcing her to say it, to affirm to herself as much as to me.

She breathed out a heavy sigh. “Usually, when I’m um ... well ... when I’m with someone, I have to be the one in control. Saying what I want, how I want it...” she trailed off.

I waited.

“I ... I liked being told what to do.”

There it was, the admission that put her squarely in my reach. I breathed slowly, deeply, calculating. She was there for the taking, if I wanted her.

I am a Man. I am the Man. I deserve to have everything I desire. I deserve as many women as I desire. Serving me ... Pleasuring me...

My eyes roamed over her full, athletic figure, her big breasts and her round ass, long legs.

I wanted her, alright.

But I wanted her my way. I pushed up and she watched me closely as I took a step toward her.

Her green eyes were wide now, pupils dilated. Her breath was just a little bit faster as it sighed through full, parted lips.

I don’t know how I noticed those things, but I did. “And what about all those things you said last night?” I asked gently, cocking my head slightly and staring into those emerald eyes with my dark brown ones. “My wife? My age?”

Adrianna swallowed. She shook her head. “I don’t care...” She sounded almost astonished. “Whatever you did to me ... I want more. I want you to do it to me again and again.” Her voice was soft. “I couldn’t sleep because I was so fucking turned on, my mind replaying it over and over.”

“Mhmm?” I said. I was close now, just a few inches separating us when her old confidence seemed to reassert itself.

“Besides...” Her smile was seductive as she gently placed a finger on my chest. It slid slowly downward. “I know you want me, too.”

I liked it. I liked the confidence, the thrill of her touch.

“Isn’t it nice?” she asked softly, temptingly. “To be wanted so badly... ?” Her fingers were on the hem of my workout shorts, then lower, her body pressing against mine as she pushed off the railing. Then her fingers were between my legs, gently squeezing, coaxing.

She shivered suddenly, taking a deep breath. Her lashes fluttered. “Mmm...” she murmured. “You smell good...”

A little crease furrowed between my brows. That’s what McKenzie and Barbara said when they smelled my cologne, I thought. But I hadn’t put any on, today. Why would I wear cologne to go for a run?

The thought whipped through my brain and away, though, as my body reacted to Adrianna’s touch, her lips close as she stood on her tiptoes, her tits pressed tight to my chest. “How about we go inside?” she said quietly. “And we can finish this talk in private?”

I nodded silently, stepping back and gesturing for her to enter.

She opened the door and walked inside, and I followed, watching the sway of her hips in those tight yoga pants. I closed the door behind us, and then, before I could react, she had turned and was on me, pressing me back against the door.

“Good...” she whispered, her hands on my body again. She kissed my neck, breathing in my scent. “God you make me so wet...”

My cock was stirring to life, my mind surprised but my body reacting to the young woman who was throwing herself at me. Her hands caressed the bulge that was rising beneath the fabric, stroking gently, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Do you want me?” she murmured. “Do you want this slutty little 20-year-old to be naughty for you?”

I was stunned at her evident, aching need. Even if the BDE recordings had unlocked my inner alpha male, had made me confident and sexy, something was going on that had driven Adrianna wild with lust. But my body didn’t care about any of that, was responding to her on a primal level, my heartbeat pounding and the blood pumping south so that my manhood was swelling into a rigid, throbbing rod of need.

“Fuck...” I groaned, my words hoarse in my throat as Adrianna kissed down my chest and slowly, gracefully slid to the floor. I stared down into her face as she tugged my shorts to my knees and my cock sprang free, just inches from those pouty, blowjob lips.

“Don’t you want me to be a good girl and do as I’m told?”

Holy fuck... Adrianna was so hot. From above, I could see down the front of her top, the dark cavern of her cleavage and the curve of her ass as her hands stroked up my thighs.

“Do it...” she murmured from her knees. “Tell me what you want ... Tell me what to do...”

My hands moved almost of their own accord, gripping the sides of her head and tightening so she gasped as she stared up into my face. Her eyes were glazed, wild, willing.

My voice was a resonant growl. “I want you to obey.”

The words seemed to shiver through Adrianna’s body, her lashes fluttering as the struck her mind with evident force. “Yes...” she whispered.

I could see her fiery lust behind those wide, green orbs. But, more important, I could see her mind, her will, flickering as she fell into my dark gaze. “Say it,” I commanded as her fingers slowly wrapped around my throbbing, needy shaft.

Her hands began to move, stroking me. She couldn’t look away, my grip on her face forcing her to look up into my dominant expression.

“Obey...” she whispered. Her mouth wrapped around the word and sighed it out, her body relinquishing control.

“Again,” I grunted.

“Obey...” she moaned, her hands stroking faster.

God. Just the sound of the word made me harder. “You’re mine, now,” I ordered, my voice thrumming in my chest. Low, hard, dominant, Alpha.

“Yours...” she sighed. Her eyes were clouding, going blank, her mouth open in a perfect ‘O’.

“You belong to me.”

“Belong ... to you...” Her tongue came out to wet her full lips.

“You can’t resist me.”

“Can’t ... resist...”

“You don’t want to resist.”

“Don’t want to resist...” Adrianna’s voice was a desperate murmur.

“Deeper and deeper.”

“Deeper...”

“Just relaxing and letting go of your mind ... your thoughts ... your will...”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that my words were almost a mirror of Mr. Silver Fox’s voice, my own voice an adapted echo of his words as he led me down into a trance. Am I ... hypnotizing her? I wondered, but the heat of my desire shoved the thought away. Later, a deep, primal part of me growled.

“Letting go...”

“Now...” I groaned, my rod hot and heavy in her hands. “Suck.”

“Yes, Sir...”

I released Adrianna and she dove forward, her sculpted mouth wrapping around the head of my cock and slurping me between her lips. She began to bob her head, cheeks hollowing as she continued to stare up into my face with those blank, green eyes.

“You exist for my pleasure.”

“Mhmm...” Her moan of agreement thrummed up my cock, the vibrations powering straight into my core like a bolt of fire.

“Your mouth is mine.”

She pulled back and spit, her hands stroking the saliva down my shaft and making me glisten with wetness. “Yes, Sir ... My mouth is yours...” She slid her mouth back over my cock and took me deep until I hit the back of her throat.

“Your tits are mine.” And, as I said it, my eyes were drawn again to the swell of Adrianna’s big, lush tits, an idea sparking in my mind. It was something I’d always wanted to do with Barbara, but I’d been too much of a wimp to ask.

“Mmm...” Adriana moaned agreement, her hands leaving my shaft as she slurped down on my manhood, fondling her tits and staring up into my eyes. Her mouth popped off my cock.

“Do you like my titties, Sir... ?” she whimpered, her thighs grinding together. “They’re yours ... To do whatever you want with...”

I could feel my mouth watering at the sight, her hands grasping and playing with her boobs. “Take off your top.” I ordered, my dick swaying as I shifted my feet.

“Yes, Sir.” The busty Latina didn’t even hesitate as she reached down and gripped the hem of her tight, restraining tank top. She pulled it over her head with a sigh, and her young, perky breasts bounced free.

“Slut...” I growled. “I want you to titfuck me.”

She was panting with lust, her lips glistening and wet as she stared up at me with devoted green eyes. My eyes, though, were glued to the valley between her tits, just imagining how good it would feel if—

“Ohmygod yessir...” She was getting off on submitting to me, hefting her boobs in both hands and pressing them together, letting the head of my cock rest just between them.

My shaft throbbed with desire as she shuffled closer on her knees, one arm curving around her massive breasts and holding them in place while the other reached out and her hand guided my cock into place between them.

“Fuck...” I sighed as I slowly thrust into her cleavage, my cock slippery with her spit and disappearing easily between her firm, lush funbags.

“Ohfuck...” Adrianna groaned as my hands lowered and my fingers sank into the smooth, caramel skin, pinching and tugging at her nipples as I pulled back and thrust again. “Fuck my big titties ... Use them ... Ohgod...”

I began to move my hips, fucking her tits like I had fucked her last night, like I was fucking her mind right now. Her breasts were tight and warm around me, her skin flushed with arousal. I could feel her hot breath as the head of my cock slipped free between them and she lowered her mouth to meet it.

“You love to titfuck me...” I groaned, my cock driving between her big, bouncy boobs.

“I love to titfuck you...” she breathed, holding her tits together and beginning to stroke them up and down my shaft.

“You love to suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir ... I love to suck your cock.” The tip of my rod appeared between her breasts and she lowered her head once again, tongue flickering out and tasting my precum. She was milking me now with her bouncing tits, her mouth open in a hot little ‘O’ so that my cock slid between her lips with each upward thrust.

“You’ll fuck and suck my cock whenever I want.”

“Whenever you want...” She was panting now, her breath coming faster and faster as I picked up speed.

My core was tightening, my balls heavy as I thrust. My toes curled into the soles of my shoes.