NEW CHARACTERS - NEW PLOT - NEW STORYPatsy POV:It’s difficult to live in a home where your existence doesn't matter at all, but it’s more difficult when out of nowhere your stepfather starts to pick on you.My name is Patsy, I am 18 years old, and my mother just remarried to a man who appears to be my bully, now.He wasn’t like this before but since we moved to his bungalow and I celebrated my 18th birthday, things have started to change.A bizarre change.Like how he tells me to dress properly, what’s wrong with roaming around in my shorts and bra? After all, I am in my home, but no, he has a problem with it.For instance, if I wear a tee and to rest my boobs I remove my bra for a while, so he would start nagging me to cover my things which are my nipples.Like seriously, except for my room, I can’t stay in peace and there also, sometimes I find him barging into me when I am in the most awkward position, like pulling down my bodysuit or standing just in a thong.“I have given you a
PATSY POV:I sort of freeze as Harry leans in.He’s going to kiss me. It’s no surprise. I knew he wanted that from me (or more) when he texted me and asked me to hang out, but I guess I just wasn’t prepared for the reality of it all.Harry is the captain of the varsity hockey team at my school. He’s also got a scholarship for college next year, and a lot of people say he’ll one day end up in the NHL. I had a big crush on him three years ago, but he wouldn’t even look at me, so when he asked for my number last week at school, how could I say no?Harry asking me out is like NASA asking me to join an expedition to the moon; it just shouldn’t happen. But it did, and that’s how I ended up here.I had it all planned out, and it’s working. But now – now I don’t know what to do.Do I really want to kiss him?No, that’s a stupid question. Of course, I don’t. I want him to want to kiss me. That’s all. God, Baron is right; I’m so immature. He’s been telling me that for six months now, but it’s h
PATSY POV:“This is what that boy would have done to you,” Baron tells me, slipping a finger in the hem of my shorts. My core goes tight, trembling as he pulls. I want to stop him, but I can’t move. My body will not listen to me. “Every action has a consequence, and acting like a slut will get you treated like a slut.”He pulls harder, and when I feel the cool air on my mound, I manage to make myself move. I snatch his wrist with one hand and try to stop him, but all it does is make him laugh.“How can you be so naïve? Do you really think you can fight me off? You couldn’t even fight off that little pussy boy back there, and I’m twice his size.”A burst of heat flares inside me, wrapping me in its painful embrace like my blood has been replaced by lava. Shame. It overwhelms me as my stepdad pulls my shorts down over my hips. They fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my panties.“Christ, a fucking thong too. When did you start wearing those?”“I…I’m eighteen
PATSY POV:I look at myself in the mirror pleased by the choice of Baron, That asshole really has good taste.I turn around to see if the back is as sexy as the front.Yeah, it is.The red lingerie on my body compliments my skin, and as I have added the red lipstick on my lips, it’s adding the charm.Taking my phone, I start to take mirror selfies of myself in lingerie, I look damn hot.Yes!!!And then choosing a few, I posted them on my social media account. Let's see who is the ugly one here, Harry.Just in two minutes, people start to react, booing Harry for getting dumped by me. Pleasingly, I started to read all the comments one by one, and just as I was so lost in celebrating my victory, I didn’t hear the knock at my door.And the door opens.“Imani… In my study, now.” Baron barks, making me drop my phone from my hand.His eyes wander on my body with no emotion, but a muscle in his jaw clenched when he notices the phone in my hand.“With your phone.” He adds and forgetting about
PATSY POV:Taking a deep breath, I slowly move my hand down, down, down between my legs until I find it, the spot that gets me there. Only this time when I touch it, my body responds differently.The jolt of sensation is sharp, almost painful, and rocks me. My legs quiver and I have to brace myself against the wall. I hear a groan from Baron and open my eyes to see him stroking his slick cock up and down with a strong hand.“See, you can do it. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”I’m nothing more than a visual to him. His eyes are focused on me the same way as if he were watching a movie. I move my finger slowly, circling my clitoris, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. The contrast of feelings inside me is like rays of sunshine breaking through a terrible storm. Despite my humiliation, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.“That sweet, teenage body of yours has my cock throbbing, princess,” Baron groans, stepping closer. Isn’t this enough? Is he going to rape me now
PATSY POV:A guy steps out, not much older than me, wearing shorts and flip-flops and a big grin on his face. He spins his keys around his finger as he trots up to the front door and rings the bell. Instantly, my eyes are on my mom.She shrugs. “Hey, a girl has needs.”“Needs, Mom?” I exclaim. “You have a husband!”A husband who clearly has a sexual appetite.“Please, Patsy. Your father and I haven’t had sex in forever.”“Stepfather,” I corrected her. Wait, did she just say they haven’t had sex? How could that be possible? It’s clear that Baron has the sexual appetite of a baboon during mating season. How could he not be taking my mom, even if he’s on to the fact that she’s just using him for his money? “Will you let him in, honey?”“I’m not letting your side-piece booty call in, Mom.” Normally, I might be in the mood to just shut up and do it, but not today. Today I’m not taking any of her shit.“Geez, someone’s in a bitchy mood today.”Thanks, Mom. Way to be supportive.Grabbing my
PATSY POV:“Do your ears not work, Patsy?”Asshole. What is his problem? And how could I have lived with him this long and not known he was a complete psychopath?“Don’t worry. We’ll get you home and warm up. I already started a fire.”“No, that’s okay,” I snapped. “I’ll be fine.”“Oh, no you won’t,” he laughs. “You’ll end up needing me to bring you to the hospital, and I can’t have that.”There’s something obnoxiously charming about the way he’s speaking to me, almost like we’re an old couple and he knows my personality so well that he doesn’t even bother listening to what I say anymore.“You know what? I’m glad to hear you say that, princess. Because the best way to warm another human up is body heat. And I’ve got plenty of that.”“I’ll take the fire,” I reply, finally turning to face him. I expect to see him glaring back at me with anger. Instead, I see him smiling, a light of amusement in his eyes.“You really are a sassy little bitch, aren’t you? I guess that shouldn’t surprise m
PATSY POV:Maybe Baron is just extremely good with people, and that’s why he’s so successful. Maybe he was right about Harry, and he is just the lesser of two evils. That still doesn’t explain why he thought he could do what he did to me.But he was trying to teach me some kind of lesson. Not to prance around in front of him with skimpy clothes on? Or not to hang out with guys? Sure, maybe I was doing the first one on purpose to annoy him, but not to…” get his dick hard” as he said. And why can’t I hang out with a guy my own age who’s interested in me?God. I feel so emotionally manipulated. It’s like I’m standing on a tightrope over a stormy ocean and one wrong step will send me tumbling into the sea, never to be seen again.I climb into bed, take several deep breaths, and tell myself to forget about him. He may have owned my body, but I won’t let him own my mind. But try as I might, Baron invades my mind like a virus. Every thought is of him. Last night’s incident replays in my mind