The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sky blue eyes, wide and empty of thought, stared up into my dark gaze as my wife blew me like a pornstar.

Her hand circled my shaft, stroking and stroking and begging me to cum, to fill her mouth with my seed. Her lips were sealed tight around me, bobbing and sucking while her cheeks hollowed.

Her eyes were windows to her mind, and they were glazed and adoring and utterly blank.

“You like that, slut?” I asked.

“Mmhmm…” she moaned, never blinking. Her groans of pleasure were audible around my thick meat as she swallowed me whole, her entire focus on taking me as deep as possible.

She was trembling now, getting off on blowing me, on being used like a busty bimbo sextoy. Her mind was vacant except for the words I used to fill it.

“You’ll suck my cock anytime I want,” I commanded.

“Mmhmm…” she hummed contentedly.

“If we were at a fancy restaurant and I ordered you down on your knees, you’d obey without hesitation.”

“Mmhmm!” she bobbed her head up and down, eyes widening and sparking with arousal.

“If we were in the street and I ordered you down on your knees, you’d be sucking my cock without a thought in your head.”

“Mmhmm!” Her body was overloading now, the images filling her mind and making her cunt hot and dripping.

“If we were in a church and I ordered you to suck me off, you’d worship me with your mouth while you came over and over again.”

My wife climaxed, her body convulsing as the wanton images filled her mind. Her tongue swirled around the head of my prick, full lips pressing tight and milking my shaft.

I groaned softly, so very close…

“Mmm… Does someone like that?”

I groaned again, my eyelids fluttering up. What the hell…? “Wait…” I mumbled sleepily. My sight cleared and I realized I was lying in bed among scattered pillows, the sheets pulled away from my naked body. My morning wood throbbed lustfully, and no wonder.

My wife, Barbara, was on her hands and knees beside me, her head bent over my lap as she licked hungrily up my red, pulsing shaft. Her blue eyes, clear in the early morning sunlight, were on my face, her fingers stroking gently up and down my rod.

“You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?” she asked, grinning teasingly. She slowly slipped the head of my cock between her sculpted lips and then pulled back, smirking up at me.

I was still half asleep, but I shook my head vigorously. What in the world is happening? Barbara didn’t often do blowjobs. It was one of the sad facts of our relationship that I had learned too late — while my wife loved for me to go down on her, she preferred actual sex to going down on me in return.

Most of the time, I didn’t mind. But sometimes… well, there’s nothing quite like a sexy blonde staring up into your face while you relax back and her entire focus is devoted to giving you pleasure with her sweet, fantastic mouth.

Barbara nodded. “I thought not.” She lowered her head again, eyes now glancing up into my face every few moments as I gasped and sighed.

Waking up to a blowjob had been one of my fantasies for the longest time, but I’d never brought it up to my wife. Now, I suppose, I didn’t have to. “God you’re hot…” I murmured, one hand stroking gently down her back.

“Mmm…” Barbara responded, almost purring with delight as my fingers sank into one hemisphere of her round, firm ass.

I felt my body tightening, my heartbeat pounding in my throat. I wondered how long Barbara had been doing this before I woke.

My length pulsed once, threatening to explode, and, like a gentleman, I tapped my wife gently on the shoulder. “I’m gonna cum…” I gasped. “Real close…” I expected her to pull back and jack me off, making me spill across my abs and chest like usual. My wife had never been the swallowing type.

Instead she dove forward eagerly, eyes ablaze. Her lips sank almost all the way to my stomach as she took me deep into the tight confines of her throat.

Ohmygodfuckyeahhh… The sight alone was enough to do me in, but the sensation was off the charts. My eyes clamped closed and my fingers clenched in the sheets as I came, my hips bucking involuntarily as I pumped my load into my wife’s belly. “Ohgod ohgod ohgod…” I groaned. “Fuck. Yesss…”

“Mmm…” Barbara moaned, her eyes rolling back. Her body trembled as she slowly pulled back. Her hand moved up and down, milking every drop of cum from my balls. The last few spasms of my cock splashed my seed across her tongue and when she finally slid me from her lips with a soft pop she grinned up at me.

She sat up, a single strand oozing from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed visibly and shivered, her eyes glazing momentarily with bliss. One finger rose to her lips and she slowly scooped the last drop of my seed between her lips.

I had collapsed back onto the pillows, my body tingling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Barbara grinned and crawled up beside me, snuggling against my chest and walking her fingers gently up my body. “Baby like?” she murmured, kissing my shoulder.

“Uh huh…” I groaned.

“Good,” she said. “I felt bad about last night, about making you do all that work to get me off and then letting you fall asleep unsatisfied.”

I’m in the Twilight Zone… I thought. This isn’t actually happening. It’s still a dream. Guilt was another emotion I’d always been sure that my wife never experienced. “Very good…” I murmured.

Barbara giggled. “Still sleepy, darling?”

But I shook my head and sucked in a deep breath, forcing myself to awaken fully through the thrumming bliss that filled my body. “No, I’m up… I just… That was unexpected.”

My wife smiled and bit her lip. “I just want you to feel as good as you made me feel. And I realized that doing sexy little things like this… Well, you said you wanted to turn over a new leaf in our relationship. I thought I should help.”

I shook my head in disbelief and then bent my mouth to hers. I kissed her deeply, rolling over onto my side. My fingers traced her smooth hips and up her side to cup the back of her head. I could taste myself on her lips but I didn’t care. In fact, it was almost a turn on in and of itself.

Barbara moaned and opened her mouth, her tongue pushing between my lips.

I could feel my body reacting, warming back up, my spent cock twitching. Careful, I thought. Remember the plan… After a moment I pulled away and we both sucked in a breath of air.

“Congratulations,” I said. “You woke me up from one dream and brought me right into another one.”

My sexy blonde wife sighed contentedly, her fingers playing across my belly. “Good,” she whispered. “I’m happy to please you…” The words were almost an afterthought, and I didn’t react, but my mind spun off into a happy spiral. Things were changing in my household, and, somehow, my wife was changing with them.

We lay there in satisfied silence for a few more minutes before I blew out a breath and pushed myself up. “Alright,” I said, nodding to myself and swinging my legs off the bed. My feet hit the floor and I sprang up energetically. A glance at the clock told me it was still some time before 7 am. I looked over my shoulder to where Barbara lay on the bed, looking for all the world like a Playboy centerfold.

There was a moment of internal struggle and then I grinned down at her. “As much as I’d love to play in bed all day, I have an early morning appointment with the road. My running shoes miss me.”

“Aww…” My wife pouted up at me and then smiled. “Have a nice run, sweetie.”

I winked cheerily and then headed into the bathroom to splash some water on my face and confirm that I wasn’t having the strangest dream of my life.

My running shoes may have missed me, but my legs felt like spaghetti as I rounded the final corner of the park and headed back towards the house. Tripping up the steps and onto the porch, I collapsed onto the rocking chair and ruminated as it gently rolled back and forth.

Things were progressing with Barbara faster than I’d anticipated, but I didn’t think I should move up the timeline. Step one: make wife want me again. Step two: crazy party with McKenzie and Co. to let off some steam and show Barbara I can get female attention elsewhere if she won’t deliver it. Step three: confront Barbara about Aaron Burns, confront Aaron Burns about Barbara. Step four: fuck Barbara so good she never needs another man ever again.

Honestly, step two of my master plan was probably unnecessary. But, and I smiled to myself as I headed inside, I wanted to see what I could do after a week or so of BDE. Dozens of hot teens partying in my house? Sign me up. I was determined to be the cool, hip dad from now on. The kind that got invited to hang out with the younger generation when they were kicking it.

I was nursing a cup of coffee and actually thinking about work for the first time in days when Barbara finally came downstairs.

She poured herself a mug and came to sit by me on the sofa, resting her head on my shoulder as I worked.

“Good run?” she asked quietly, probably trying not to disturb me.

I put down my pen on the legal pad and looked over at her. “I felt like my lungs were going to pop and my heart was going to burst, but other than that…” I smiled. “Yes. Very good.”

Barbara nodded. “That’s how you know you’re doing it right.”

I went back to work, brainstorming solutions to a tricky bug one of our technicians had detected on Friday, and we sat in silence for a few more minutes, just enjoying the quiet company. Then, I pushed up from the couch and set down the pad on the coffee table.

I checked the clock hanging above the TV. “It’s almost nine,” I commented. “I think I’m going to go wake up Kenz. She said she’d take me over to the park today and we could do our next workout together.”

Barbara looked up from the news article she was reading on her phone. “I’m really glad you two are finally bonding. I was worried it would never happen.”

I nodded thoughtfully. “I think it just took us starting to appreciate the other’s… natural gifts. Now that we can acknowledge and respect that, I’m hoping we can create a working dynamic.”

My wife shook her head, smiling. “You sound so… business… when you talk about it that way.”

I just shrugged. “If it works at the office, it should work at home, right? Only it should be better. You have good relationships at work, don’t you? Shouldn’t be any different here.”

Her smile wavered a little, but she hid it with another sip of coffee. “Sure,” she agreed. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re spending more time together.”

If only you knew… But I just nodded and turned away. As I hit the foot of the staircase I turned back, as though I had just remembered something. “By the way,” I added. “McKenzie wanted to know if she could host a little party here Friday night. A kind of ‘Welcome to Summer’ type deal. I said it was okay but that I’d check with you for final approval.”

Barbara rolled her eyes. “That girl and her parties. She’s a real social butterfly.” She frowned slightly. “Well… you know I have that conference out of town from Thursday to Saturday, so I wouldn’t be around to chaperone…” she trailed off and looked at me. “Are you up for it?”

My heart sank for a moment as I remembered. Several weeks ago, Barbara’s boss had announced that the top sales associates — including my wife — would be attending a conference with him to ‘take their game to the next level.’ It had totally slipped my mind. Well that might throw a wrench in the works… Then, I shook my head slightly to dislodge the thought and blinked at my wife.

“What? Oh, yes, of course! Might even be a good way to deepen the father-daughter bond Kenz and I are building.” I tried not to let my disappointment show.

My wife snorted. “I wouldn’t bet on that,” she teased. “You think those teenagers want an old man like you hanging around?”

I gave her my best look of injured dignity. “I can be hip,” I insisted.

“Suuure, babe,” she grinned.

“Ha. Ha.” I shook my head and smiled. “But I think I’m up for it. I’m gonna go wake up the social butterfly now. See if she can’t show me some new workout moves.” And with that I went padding up the stairs and down the landing to the room at the end of the hall.

I cracked the door open quietly and slipped inside, closing it after me. McKenzie’s room was dark, her curtains drawn across the window and her slumbering body swaddled in the sheets. I crossed to her bed on light feet and bent over, her sweet scent filling my nose as I kissed her mussed up hair.

“Rise and shine, baby girl,” I murmured.

The 18-year-old muttered something in her sleep and shifted, but didn’t wake.

I bent again and kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, and then her lips. I felt her move beneath me and then suck in a breath as I pulled back. Her light eyes flew open and she gasped at the sight of someone standing over her before she relaxed back onto her pillow.

“Morning, Daddy…” she said quietly, small hand rising to rub her eyes. “Time to get up already?”

“Time for that morning workout.”

She yawned and stretched, the sheets falling to her waist.

I learned, in that moment, that my stepdaughter slept in the nude.

“Is Mom here?” She gave me a mischievous look.

I smirked. I love where your mind is at. “She’s downstairs,” I told her.

My stepdaughter arched her back like an awakening cat and held out her hands to me. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Then how about you get down here and wake me up properly?”

I hesitated only an instant. Fuck it, I thought. I’m the Man of the House. I’ll do whatever I damn well please. I bent and gave McKenzie a long, slow kiss.

We didn’t leave her bedroom for some time.

The week leading up to McKenzie’s party flew by.

It may have been the BDE recordings, which I listened to religiously every night, or the innate confidence that came from knowing that at the end of the day I’d be going home to two gorgeous babes — one of whom continued to surprise me with the depths of her kinky, desperate lust —but work felt easier than ever.

I continued to wake up early every morning to go for my daily jog, and by the end of the week I’d increased the workout to lap twice around the park. I still finished it blowing like a fish out of water, but I felt energized and awakened afterwards.

I strode into the office each morning and led team meetings with energy and vigor. The employees working under me seemed initially surprised but then started listening to my orders and instructions with increased speed and productivity. Even Allison, who tended to drop by at least once a day to not-so-subtly rub her new promotion in my face, seemed to spend less time hanging around my office.

Afternoons after work, McKenzie would join me for a workout, and looking in the mirror at the end of the day I began to feel like I might be seeing some small improvements.

Thursday evening I came home early to help Barbara pack for her trip.

“Hey, honey,” I said, entering the master bedroom with a bounce in my step.

“Mmm… Hey, handsome,” Barbara answered, turning around and wrapping her arms around my waist.

I pulled her into a kiss. It was the kind that was becoming far more regular between us, the kind that made us wonder whether we had time to fool around before getting back to whatever we’d been doing. I still hadn’t fucked her yet, was trying to stoke up her fires first, but a daily blowjob had become a norm.

Now, though, she was on a timeline.

“When’s your flight out, again?” I asked, surveying the spread of outfits, toiletries, electronics and paraphernalia that were scattered across the king mattress.

“Three hours,” she answered, turning back to the mess. She put her hands on her hips. “Aaron said he would pick me up in around 45 minutes, since our house is on the way, and then we’ll be down to the airport lickity-split.”

Aaron… The thought of my cheating wife’s boss picking her up soured my mood a bit, but I didn’t let it affect my voice as I said, “Sounds great! And you’ll text me when you’re taking off and landing, so I know everything went smoothly?”

“Of course, darling. Nothing’s going to go wrong.” Barbara started folding blouses and skirts and packing them into her large rolling suitcase. “Are you sure you’re ready for McKenzie’s party? You won’t let things get too out of hand, right?”

I smirked. Define ‘out of hand’... “Yep.” I kept my tone chipper. “I’m going to be making a beer run tomorrow after work and then I’m helping Kenz to set everything up. Anyone who drinks will spend the night or get a ride, and I’ll make sure no one overdoes it with the cocaine or meth.”

Barbara snorted at my joke, but she shot me a look. “Drinking? Totally fine,” she said. “Illicit drugs? Not so much.”

I rolled my eyes. “Obviously, babe. Now, is there anything I can help you with before your ride is here?”

My wife nodded. “Yeah, you can help me fill this bad boy up,” she gestured to the suitcase, “and then you can listen to me practice my speech for the twentieth time… Damn, why am I so nervous?”

At the last minute, Aaron had requested Barbara to prepare a presentation for the company to make at the convention. It wasn’t anything major, just an overview of how their sales teams closed high-ticket clients, but she’d never had to present in front of a large crowd before and she was feeling the pressure.

I was flattered to be asked, and took it as a sign that things were going in the right direction between us. Barbara had never asked me to practice anything with her before, even though as a saleswoman she practically used scripts and speeches all day long.

“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed, circling around the bed. “So, how are we organizing this thing? Because there’s no way are you fitting all this in there…”

Barbara waved back to McKenzie and me on the porch as she pulled her suitcase down the driveway to where Aaron Burns had pulled up to the curb.

The man himself popped the trunk of his gleaming new Lexus and stepped out of the driver’s door. He looked as dapper as I remembered from the company parties, tall and fit in a tailored navy suit with a gleaming Rolex on his wrist that I could practically see gleaming from thirty feet away.

My eyes narrowed as I watched him, and McKenzie slipped an arm around my waist in a little hug.

“Easy, Daddy…” she murmured quietly. “Don’t let it get to you.”

I took a deep breath and fixed a grin on my face. “Thanks, angel.”

She squeezed lightly. “And then, once they’re gone, you can take out some of that frustration on your pretty little stepslut…”

I felt my confidence rushing back, but didn’t say anything as Aaron helped my wife to load the heavy piece of luggage into his trunk. He turned to give us a look and a little wave of his own.

I could practically hear his thoughts, broadcasting across the space between us. What a schmuck, letting a hot piece of ass like this run right into my arms. I returned the gesture silently, raising my hand and sending back, Just wait, you ass. I’ll show you what a real Alpha can do. Your day is coming...

Barbara turned to blow us one last kiss before sliding into the passenger seat, and then they were pulling away from the curb.

McKenzie and I watched until they were around the corner, and then headed back inside.

“So…” My stepdaughter looked up at me with an innocent expression but mischief in her hazel eyes. “Where would you like to—?”

“Right here.” I interrupted by grabbing her around the waist and hefting her over my shoulder, her slight build easy to lift even for me.

She squealed with delight as I carried her through the entry and into the living room, throwing her down on the couch and kneeling above her.

“Daddy’s in a naughty mood,” she giggled, leaning up to lavish me with kisses. “Right here in the living room?”

I grunted, tugging my tee shirt over my head and throwing it casually across the nearest chair. “Right here,” I said again, my body thrumming with pent up energy. McKenzie and I had been careful this week, never quite sure when my wife might come back from work or the gym, but now I threw caution to the wind.

My stepdaughter bit her lip and grinned lustfully at me as she grabbed the hem of her own tight, gray v-neck and yanked it off without ceremony. Her hair was messy under my fingers and I tangled my hands in it, pulling her into a devouring kiss that left her breathless.

She was moaning by the time I lowered my head to suckle her perky tits, her small nipples tight little buds of arousal under my tongue. I tugged them gently with my teeth like she loved and then pulled back for air.

“Oh yesss…” she murmured, her fingers trailing across my cheek and down my jaw. “Let’s make all that nasty tension go right away...” Her hands found the bulge in my crotch, the fierce energy that had risen in me at the sight of Aaron Burns converting directly into straining desire that left me throbbing and rock-hard under her touch.

My hands slid under the waistband of her yoga pants and stripped them down her long, toned legs, revealing inch after inch of her flawless, tanned skin. I growled like an animal at the sight of her, wearing nothing but a barely-there thong and the look of innocence that she loved to give me.

Her fingers were rubbing and teasing all the while, my lust roaring in my ears with my pulse. “And now you…” She pulled down my sweats and boxer briefs, my cock springing free.

My manhood stood straight out, rigid as a steel beam.

Her eyes widened and her red lips parted in a little gasp of excitement.

I never got tired of that look, the look of naked desire that filled her when she gazed on her Master’s long, hard cock.

“All for me…” she breathed reverently, both small hands going to work on me. She stroked me gently, spreading a drop of precum across the head with her thumb and then popping that thumb into her mouth. She shuddered with ecstasy at my taste. “God… I need you inside me…”

I nodded, breath raspy in my throat. “Better get those panties off, angel…” I panted. “Before I tear them off.”

In answer, McKenzie leaned back on the couch and spread her legs, her eyes gleaming. “Rip them off me, Master,” she invited. “You own me… You own my possessions… Everything in this house is yours to do with as you wish.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Her thong snapped in my hands and I flung it away negligently, kneeling between her spread thighs with one hand holding her down by the hip and the other grasping my cock at its base.

“I’m ready for you, Daddy…” McKenzie’s eyes were shining.

With a grunt, I buried myself in her body.

“Yesss…” Her voice was high and breathy, air escaping between her lips with every thrust. Her tits bounced up and down, one of my hands covering them and squeezing without mercy.

“Take me, Master… Take me hard and fast and deep…” Her hazel eyes were wide and wanton, egging me on.

My face was set in a grim, hard expression. Aaron Burns… As hard as I tried to keep him from my thoughts, the idea of that man with my wife was pushing me my buttons, making me mad.

“Whatever you want… Whenever you want… Make me yours.”

My breath was a harsh, brutal sound. There was nothing loving about this. There was nothing sensitive or gentle or affectionate. This was pure, primal fucking.

My stepdaughter’s mouth opened in a soft cry of surprise as I pounded into her young, flexible body. “Oh…”

I let go of her hip and pulled her closer to me, throwing her legs over my shoulders. Her body opened up to me, her snug tunnel gripping me tight.

“That’s right, Daddy…” she encouraged. “Let it all out. Let everything out. Take it all out on me…”

Aaron Burns… My muscles clenched and I sped up, raw, animal lust surging through me. The only thing keeping the thought at bay was the pumping muscles of my body, the clenching of my buttocks and legs that drove me deep inside my stepdaughter’s pussy. I closed my eyes and continued, shoving the name from my head as I filled McKenzie’s wanton cunt.

“Ohfuckyesss…” She came with a cry of pleasure, body bouncing on the cushions of the couch beneath us.

I pulled back as she writhed, her eyes rolled back and her body open to whatever I wanted from her. With another grunt, I flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her back, my hands kneading the taut flesh of her bubble butt.

She came up on her hands and knees in a flash, tossing her hair over her shoulder and staring directly into my eyes. “Is this how you want me, Daddy…?” she whispered, her soft, feminine voice cutting through the red that tinged my vision. “On my hands and knees… Begging you like a bitch in heat… Begging you to fuck me with that big, manly cock…”

Her lips caressed the word… cock… and my length pulsed as I imagined thrusting inside her hot, sweet mouth.

I growled and pulled her back onto me slowly, spreading her ass with my hands so I could watch every inch disappear inside her.

“Yesss…” Her eyes never left mine. She was as insatiable as I was. My wanton little fucktoy, ready and willing whenever I wished. She pushed back into it, moaning as I split her in half. Her eyes were glazing over as I bottomed out, her lips parted in a wordless gasp. “Yesss…”

I slid slowly out and then inside again, easing forward and back with deliberate slowness. Her inner muscles gripped me tight. “What are you?” I asked, every syllable resonant with the power I now wielded.

“Yours…” she murmured.

Smack. My hand came down on her ass. “What are you?”

“Yours!” she cried out.

Smack. The other cheek this time, my handprint already showing red on her smooth skin. “Who are you?”

“Your slut… Your fucktoy… Your sexdoll… Whatever you want… Whenever you want it…”

I bared my teeth in a feral grin and sped up, fucking the words right out of her mouth and the thoughts from her mind. “Mine…” I grimaced, fucking her harder. My body was tightening, the sensations overwhelming my own ability to think clearly. “Mine… Utterly and completely. No thoughts, no will, no mind…”

I could see my words having an effect, her subconscious obeying and wiping her mind free of any thought but the singular desire to please me.

“No thoughts…” she murmured, eyes wide and blank. “No will… no mind…”

Her body was taut beneath me, her legs over my shoulders and my cock buried deep in her dripping slit. I could feel her getting closer, could practically feel her pulse overlapping with mine as our breathless gasps entwined.

“All yours… Only yours…”

I thrust inside McKenzie a final time, my head fell back, and for an instant the world around me went white and lightning and bliss and blank as I climaxed.

McKenzie and I were sitting on the bed in her room, the TV lit up in front of us with some action movie or another and the open window allowing a gentle breeze to brush across our skin.

Dinner plates were on the floor because that was where we’d eaten; a simple meal of rice and chicken and asparagus that I had thought would be ‘bland bodybuilder food’ but my stepdaughter had convinced me to go for.

My verdict? Surprisingly delicious.

I played with her hair as we watched the thriller wind to a close, the hero mowing down the last few dozen henchmen and then blowing up the villain’s getaway helicopter so he could kill the man face to face with a knife.

“Phew…” McKenzie blew out a breath as the final credits rolled on a black screen and turned to face me. “That was bad.” She laughed quietly and pecked me on the cheek. “There go your movie-picking privileges for a while.”

I was silent, lost in thought.

“Hellooo…” she murmured, brushing the back of her hand gently down my face. “Earth to Daddy.”

I blinked and shook my head, then smiled sheepishly. “Sorry,” I muttered. “Thinking.”

“Mmm…” The 18-year-old scooched around to face me and pulled her knees in to her chest. “What’re you thinking about?”

I paused for a long moment before answering.

My stepdaughter waited patiently, her eyes on my face.

“What are we doing, Kenz?” I finally asked. I rubbed my palms across my eyes.

She cocked her head to one side. “What do you mean?”

I sighed and gestured around. “This…” My hands swept the room, taking in the mussed-up sheets, the plates on the floor, the film on the screen. “My wife, your mother, is away on business, so what do we do…? We fuck, make dinner together and have a movie date in your bedroom…” I trailed off. “I just… Sometimes I feel like I’m doing something wrong. Very wrong…”

McKenzie nodded slowly. She chewed her lip thoughtfully and looked away, letting out a little sigh herself. “Do you not… like it?” she asked. Her voice was low, quiet.

I snorted and shook my head. “That’s not it. I like it… A lot. But I’m your father for Christ’s sake.” I held up a hand before she could interrupt. “Your stepfather, granted, but still.” I wasn’t sure where I was going with this, not sure why I was showing this sort of vulnerability to a girl who, only a week ago, wouldn’t have given me the time of day without a sassy remark or some back talk. In the back of my mind, the Alpha Male monologue started to play.

Your word is Law. Your desire is Law. You are Alpha and you take what you want. You take what you want because your desire is Right.

But, for the first time since I’d first started listening to Mr. Silver Fox’s recordings, I didn’t listen to it. “I don’t want to be some asshole,” I said, looking anywhere but into my stepdaughter’s face. “I don’t want to turn into some monster who takes whatever he wants and doesn’t care about the consequences.”

“You don’t want to turn into Aaron Burns…” McKenzie said softly, and I looked over at her in surprise.

I laughed softly. “Maybe…” I agreed. “Maybe that’s exactly it.” I scratched my chin and eyed her up and down with a new respect. “That’s pretty wise, angel.”

Now it was McKenzie’s turn to laugh, shrugging her slim shoulders and brushing her hair back behind her ear. She was blushing a little, but she met my eyes confidently. “Ya know, I’m a pretty smart gal,” she said. “Just because you did something that turns me all hot and bothered whenever you’re around, and you have this… way… of transforming me into some thoughtless, sexed-up fucktoy, doesn’t mean I’m oblivious.”

I was stunned. It was the first time either of us had acknowledged the changes in our relationship. I swallowed as my mouth went dry. “I don’t know what you’re—” I started to protest weakly, but McKenzie cut me off.

“I may be ditzy sometimes, but I’m not stupid. I took all honors and Advanced Placement courses this past year, which may not account for wisdom but…” She shrugged again. “Look.” Her small hands were cool on my cheeks as she leaned close and forced me to meet her eyes. “Whatever you’re doing, it makes me feel good. It’s fun to give up control to a big, strong, sexy man like you. I enjoy it, you enjoy it, and the fact that you’re even worried about some silly moral bullshit is a sign that you’re not turning into some monster.”

I met her light eyes with my darker ones and my shoulders rose and fell as I let out a deep breath. “You’re not pissed off?” I asked, my lips pressed together uncertainly. I knew I was ignoring the BDE programming. I knew I was being vulnerable and open and straightforward, without the cocky, confident attitude I’d been doing all week. But I didn’t care. Maybe I wasn’t cut out for the whole ‘fuckboy asshole’ lifestyle. Maybe I wanted something more, something deeper.

“Mad?” McKenzie asked incredulously. She laughed softly, a light, amused sound as she pulled back. Her hands fell into her lap. “Haven’t you been listening to me, Daddy? You make me feel good and sexy and oh my god do you make me cum so hard. And you aren’t just using me for sex or something, we do things like this together…” Now it was her turn to make a sweeping motion with her hands, gathering the whole evening into her hands. “We’ve been working out together, you’re helping me throw a party here tomorrow and in the past week I’ve felt more valued and satisfied at home than I have since we moved in.”

I was sitting in stunned silence, McKenzie’s monologue pounding away at me like waves over a rocky cliff. Slowly wearing away the rough, jagged edges and leaving me smooth, calm.

“Sure,” she admitted. “Last week I thought you were just this loser who went to work, came back home, sat on the couch and never did anything interesting. But maybe I never had a lot of respect for you because you never had much respect for me, either. You treated me like a spoiled little brat, and maybe I was, but you talked down to me, you never seemed interested in my life and you acted like I should be giving you some sort of preferential treatment for just doing your job as a provider.”

I winced a little and glanced away. Did I do that? I wondered.

“But…” My stepdaughter lowered her head to look up into my averted face. “That’s all in the past. We’ve both moved on to bigger,” her eyes dropped to my crotch and she bit her lip playfully, “and better things. So how about you stop moping and you give yourself a little credit.”

I pursed my lips, considering.

“And then,” she added, “when Mom gets home you can work your magic on her, too, and once you fuck her with that amazing cock of yours she won’t care what you do or with whom, just like I don’t.”

My shoulders slumped, defeated by my stepdaughter’s tireless onslaught. I shook my head and blew out a breath, then glanced up into her face. “When did you turn into such a little philosopher?”

McKenzie rolled her eyes. “This is what I was talking about.” She slugged me playfully in the shoulder. “I was the captain of the debate team, you moron. As you should know!”

I smiled in spite of myself and felt myself relax. Alright, Mr. Silver Fox, I thought. I’ll keep on listening to your recordings. But from now on, I’m doing it my way…

“Now.” McKenzie clapped her hands together with finality and her smile turned almost shy. “I cooked you dinner, I watched your silly movie and I solved your current life dilemma…”

My smile widened.

“Are you going to fuck me now or what?”

The smile was still on my mouth as I bent forward and kiss her, and I could feel the answering smile on her soft lips when she kissed me back.