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He turns back to me, dismissing Ms. Clarkson in full.
“Would you like to see the basement? I mean, it’s not much. Just a movie room, but there’s a minibar, and I keep all the newest lingerie down there. Since we’re working together and living together, I don’t see why we couldn’t try a few things on to get ahead of the game.” His eyes darken as they move to my lips, staying put as I process what the hell my stepdad just said to me. I’m not looking to resist this man by any means for some odd reason. I want to do anything I can to please him.
I almost swallow my tongue when he suggests such a thing though. “Yes, that sounds like a great idea.” I hope that my voice sounds professional and not too shaky.
I can’t believe I just agreed to this.
I realize I’m wet again; I feel it as I follow Mr. Andrews out of the room and down the hallway.
We head back downstairs, and Ms. Clarkson gives us a hard stare as we head down to the basement. I don’t like the way she’s looking at me. Her accusing eyes make me feel like I’ve done something wrong already just by being here.
“Don’t worry about her. She likes to spy on everyone. Who knows, maybe she’s into women.” Mr. Andrews teases, and I just about keel over, yearning to feel his touch now that we’re alone.
He goes to the other side of the room and opens a closet door. I see that he wasn’t kidding. The lingerie is mostly bra and pantie sets with hardly any lace trim around them.
They’re much skimpier than what I would ordinarily wear, and I don’t think that he realizes that. When I reach the closet, he holds out a baby-blue panty and bra set. I can see that devilish look in his eyes.
“Try these on. There’s a full dressing room around the left corner.” His voice is low, rough.
God, he’s so sexy I can’t stand being in his presence. Yet, it’s all I’m wanting…
All I can do is nod my head as if showing him I will do as instructed.
Showing him I listen to my… daddy.
4
DEAN
My cock is so fucking hard right now. I don’t know what I’m going to do when she comes out in that baby blue lingerie set I told her to throw on. I set up the camera, and there’s a cot for her to sit on, to pose for me on.
My thoughts run wild. With her on my covers, every magazine is going to be sizzling. Every man who picks up a copy will be just as aroused as I am now, being a win-win for us all.
As Molly comes out of the dressing room and around the corner, I can see her tits are pushed together tightly as her bra can barely contain them. They bounce alluringly. The panties are a little too tight for her.
Good. I had counted on that.
I instruct her to sit on the edge of the cot. Just as she goes to, we hear someone opening the basement door.
“I wanted to let you know that Mrs. Andrews isn’t going to be home tonight. She just called,” Ms. Clarkson says, staring at me and then over to Molly with wide, judgmental eyes.
“Thank you. We’re working. Now, if you wouldn’t disturb us, that would be great. I want to get a jump on the next magazine,” I inform her as professionally as I can. She nods, heading back upstairs and shutting the door a little harder than she needs to.
“Are you ready?” I ask, turning back to Molly as if that didn’t just happen.
“Ready as I can be.” She bites down on her lower lip, looking fucking sexy as hell. She doesn’t even begin to realize how much trouble she could be here… alone with me.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” I command, adjusting as I ready the camera. I can see the outline of her lips between her legs. Her legs were spread slightly, and I certainly can’t capture everything I want at that angle.
“Perfect. Right there, baby girl,” I whisper, taking shot after shot of her body. I watch her throw her head back as she laughs, then stares back into the camera for me.
I can’t take this anymore. I’m to the point of almost shaking from how bad I need to be inside of her. Filling her with my seed. Now.
When I turn away from the camera, her eyes fixate on my groin, noticing my hard cock pushed tightly against my slacks.
“What are you doing, Mr. Andrews?” she teases me with those beautiful eyes of hers.
She damn well knows what I’m doing.
