THE doorbell’s chime rang through the quiet afternoon, a sound I knew too well... My heart gave a familiar flutter, a mix of dread and a pulsing heat that started low in my belly. I was already running late for lunch with Val, the restaurant reservation ticking down like a bomb.
"Oh, no,” I whispered to the empty air, but my feet moved anyway as if I was drawn by an invisible current.
I pulled open the heavy oak door. There he stood, Dom, my stepfather, filling the frame. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, held a knowing glint. My gaze dropped to my first lunch immediately. His shorts, unzipped and riding low, revealed the immense, dark head of his c**k, already straining against the fabric. It swung gently between his legs like a hypnotic pendulum.
“Going somewhere, Rinda?” His voic
