CHAPTER ONE
I moan exaggeratedly and shake my legs a little so Jesse will finally stop lapping at my pussy like a dog. He lifts his head up and says, “Yeah, you like that, baby?”
“Sure,” I say. “Homework, please?”
“Yeah, it’s over there,” he says, pointing to his desk.
I roll off of the bed and start dressing.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he asks. “I want you naked when you suck me off.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna take a rain check on that,” I say.
I grab the sheaf of papers and thumb through them to make sure Jesse actually did the homework and didn’t just say he did so I’d let him do what turned out to be a terrible job of eating my pussy.
“Hey, no fair!” he says. “You get an orgasm, but I don’t?”
“Sure,” I say, shoving the papers into my pocket and rolling my eyes. “I totally came. Bye now!”
He reddens and hangs his head in embarrassment, realizing I faked the orgasm. Whatever. That’s the closest that nerd is going to get to making a girl cum, so he can just deal with it. After all, I got what I wanted.
I head home and see that my mom’s car is once more not in the driveway. She’s away a lot lately, supposedly on journalistic assignments. I’m pretty sure the real reason is that she’s fucking her camera guy.
I can’t understand why my Stepdad stays with her. It’s not like he couldn’t find literally any other woman he wanted. He’s hot and rich, the latter being the reason I suspect my mom married him in the first place. I’m sure any other woman would be overjoyed to call themselves Mr. Hartwell. Hell, I know I would. Not the name, maybe, but I’m pretty sure he’d do a better job with my pussy than Jesse does.
I walk into the house and see him sitting on the couch. “Hi, Jack. Bye, Jack,” I say as I walk up the stairs.
“Come over here, little girl,” he says.
“I have homework to do,” I say, heading up to my room.
“The homework your classmate did for you so you would let him go down on you.”
I stop and redden. I didn’t think he knew about that.
“Your boss called me today,” he says. “He wants to know when you intend to pick up your last check. Apparently, they’ve had it for three months. I find that interesting since just yesterday you told me you would be home late because your shift was running long.”
I don’t answer. I’m caught and nothing comes to my mind that could save me.
“Would you like to come downstairs now?” he asks.
I shuffle downstairs and plop onto the easy chair across from the couch with my lower lip jutted out in a pout and my arms folded in front of me. I stare straight ahead and don’t look at my stepfather as he says. “So, you have no job, you’re only avoiding failing high school by manipulating boys and unless I’m mistaken, those are the same dishes in the sink that I asked you to wash last night.”
I don’t answer and he says, “Am I mistaken, little girl?”
I have no idea why hearing him call me that sends a shiver of pleasure through me, but it does. I cover it up by responding snarkily, “If you want the dishes done so badly, you can do them yourself.”
The next thing I know, I am bent over his knee with my skirt and panties over my ankles and his hand is slamming onto my bare ass with incredible force. I yelp and cry out as he spanks me again and again and again. The pain is shockingly intense but what’s even more intense and surprising is the pleasure that pulses through my pussy in tandem with the pain. When he’s finished and he says, “Stand up,” my moan of pain is much more a moan of pleasure than pain.
I don’t dress when I stand up and Stepdad’s eyes linger on my twitching pussy a long moment before he looks up and says, “You’re eighteen now, Cora. It’s time to start behaving like an adult. You will either shape up or you will move out. You have one month. In that month, you must find another job, complete all of your chores daily and complete every homework assignment the day before it’s due so I can inspect your work before you turn it in. You must also fill out an application for the community college. I expect you to attend beginning in the fall.”
“The fall?” I say. “What happened to my gap year?”
“You took it early,” he says, “By spending your senior year in high school behaving like a child instead of like an adult.”
“I still have two months before I graduate!” I say. “And I’m getting A’s in my classes?”
“How many of those A’s did you earn and how many did you get with sexual favors?”