Stepfather. Part 2

I started shaking. It was one thing to play around with him, but quite another to provoke him into actually touching me. So he always commented on what I wore, and maybe he thought I was pretty, but I could definitely sense that I’d crossed a line somehow. For the first time since I’d met him, I was genuinely afraid of Alex.

My eyes unconsciously slid down and saw the long hardness of him pushing against his swim trunks. My eyes jumped up to his in shock. I knew I was putting on a show, and I’d aimed to make him uncomfortable but I didn’t think I’d be capable of making him hard.

That was just ... wrong.

The confidence in his face didn’t even waver, even after seeing the surprise and uncertainly in my own. There was a predator-like quality in those eyes gazing back at me. Something like a promise glittered in them.

A terrifying promise that I fantasized over every time I touched my clit after that afternoon.

Because of Mom’s new quest into making me a re