Primal: A MFM Taboo Novel, page 4
Maybe that was my real problem. I was just hard up to get laid, and it had nothing to do with Poppy.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, Poppy came strolling into the room. My mouth went dry as sandpaper when I saw what she was wearing. The sleep set was dark blue with yellow stars all over it, the tank top stretched across her chest, and I could see her nipples clearly poking against the thin surface. And the shorts…well, they were so short they might as well have been underwear.
Goddamn.
My heart rate tripled as I pictured myself bending her over the kitchen island and thrusting deep inside. I bet she’d squeal in surprise. Mason walked into the kitchen after her, and I forced myself to look away, even though he’d already caught me staring. I took a big gulp of coffee, but I still felt flustered as Poppy walked past me to grab a bagel for herself from the bag I left out on the counter. The desire to reach out and grab ahold of her was hard to ignore.
So, I shifted my attention to Mason. He was already looking at me.
“You look like hell. Did the rain keep you up last night?”
I shot him a glare. “Don’t worry about me.”
Mason chuckled, which just pissed me off more. “I didn’t say I was worried. Just noticed the dark circles under your eyes. It’s going to be hard to write if you can’t keep your head up.”
“I’m pretty sure writers live on coffee,” Poppy chimed in, flashing me a sweet smile.
Mason poured himself a coffee and sat down at the island.
I watched him for a moment before looking out at the rain pattering against the windows. “Did you say you were here for some kind of gathering? I’m guessing that’s cancelled, huh?”
“Yep,” he replied with pursed lips.
“What kind of gathering?” Poppy asked.
“It’s a kink camp,” Mason said honestly.
I knew what he was talking about, but Poppy’s face showed her confusion.
“It’s all about exploring kinks,” Mason explained. “Spanking, bondage, dominance, submission, pretty much anything you can think of. I’ve always had certain…appetites I liked to indulge. I even brought a bunch of toys to use on my partner this weekend. Don’t worry, your mother is okay with it.”
Poppy’s cheeks turned red as he spoke, even though he didn’t go into detail at all. There was shock in her eyes, and I didn’t think it was about the fact her mom would approve of Mason attending a kink camp. It was the idea of those kinks he mentioned, and I knew he’d barely scratched the surface of what probably went on at a gathering like that.
The show of innocence from Poppy made my cock throb. She might have come here with her asshole boyfriend, but it didn’t seem as if she was very experienced with sex. Not a surprise, based on what I heard last night. I didn’t know if Joey was the only man she’d been with, but if he was, I was willing to bet she hadn’t received much pleasure in bed. She probably had a lot to learn.
And wasn’t it a father’s job to teach her?
I shook that thought away and focused on drinking my coffee. I needed to get my shit together, and I could definitely use the caffeine boost.
“Mom is really okay with this?” Poppy asked.
Mason nodded. “We have an arrangement.”
I thought back to the end of my marriage to Janie. I loved the woman, and I thought I’d be with her forever. Then, I found out the truth about her. She had a string of lovers over the years we were together. It was a secret she kept well, and I only found out by sheer luck. I came home early from work one day and caught her with a man in our bed. The whole ugly truth came out then, and my entire world shattered.
Poppy never knew we divorced because her mom cheated on me, and I never had the heart to tell her. Janie had primary custody, and it was better for Poppy to blame me for leaving to keep peace with her mother.
I had to wonder is Janie was still a cheater. Was she seeing men behind Mason’s back? Then again, they had a different kind of relationship than the two of us had. If Mason was running off to fuck strangers at a mountain retreat, maybe he didn’t care if Janie was faithful to him or not.
Not that any of that was my business.
Mason and Poppy continued to chat over breakfast, but I was checked out. I had to be. I needed my erection to go away before I could stand up. The last thing I wanted was for Poppy to notice. Her eyes on my bulge might have made my control snap.
I’d just finished my breakfast and managed to make my cock stand down when Joey came swaggering into the room. He stood before us in nothing but a pair of gray pajama pants, and I couldn't help but notice how much thinner he was compared to both Mason and myself. I couldn’t help feeling smug about it.
But I didn’t want to stick around. Everything about the guy annoyed the hell out of me. So, I refilled my coffee cup and went back to my room, hoping like hell I was leaving all inappropriate thoughts of Poppy behind.
Chapter 7
Poppy
It was early afternoon, and the rain was still falling. At least there wasn’t any thunder and lightning right now, and there had been no signs of tornados forming in the area. The weather people were still keeping an eye out, but the bigger concern now was the flooding.
Thankfully, we hadn’t seen any evidence of flooding here at the cabin. I was out on the porch, sitting in one of the two rocking chairs with my sketchbook in my lap. The air was charged with energy from the storm, and it was hot, despite the rain. Humidity was thick in the air, but I didn’t mind it. Living in Miami, I was used to the heat.
I had been sitting outside by myself for an hour now. Joey said he wanted to join me and show me how much he cared, but instead, he had been glued to the TV all day. It seemed like after we slept together last night, he thought everything was fine between us again.
He was wrong.
Hell, the sex wasn’t even good. I tried to enjoy myself and went about things normally by giving him head first until he was ready to go further. That was how he always liked to start off sex, saying it was important because women just had to spread their legs and they could get fucked, but men had to be erect first.
Sometimes, he got too excited and just came in my mouth, which was always a disappointment. I didn’t usually orgasm from sex with him, but I liked to feel close to him, so I always wanted us to do it.
But last night was awkward. For me, the scene in his apartment was hanging over my head the whole time. I felt self-conscious of my body when I thought of him with his neighbor, which pissed me off just as much as it made me feel insecure. My mind was such a jumble of conflicting thoughts, I couldn’t concentrate when Joey rolled me underneath him and started pumping into me. My emotions were all over the place and that made my body unresponsive to him in so many ways. I didn’t even get to a point of pleasure before he was coming into the condom while moaning loudly in my ear.
Then, it was done, and he smiled at me with a arrogance that implied he thought he’d just rocked my world. “Told you I’d make it up to you,” he said, kissing my cheek before he rolled off of me.
That was it. This morning, he seemed indifferent to my presence, saying there wasn’t anything fun to do while it was raining, so he was going to watch TV all day. I supposed I could have joined him, but my idea of a vacation did not really include sitting in front of a TV all day long. I could’ve stayed home for that.
Besides, it was still beautiful here, despite the rain. So, I lingered on the porch for an hour, but I had to admit to myself I wasn’t entirely focused on my fashion designs. I couldn’t stop thinking about the kink camp Mason mentioned. I didn’t know much about BDSM or any other kinks, but that didn’t stop my imagination from running wild.
Joey was my first and only sexual partner and sex with him had always been…normal. We did a little foreplay that consisted mostly of me giving him blowjobs and him occasionally fingering me— he never put his mouth on me though, and I’d always wondered what that would feel like. Other than a small amount of foreplay, I’d say our sex was pretty simple, vanilla even. He was usually on top of me, pumping away until he came.
I’d never been blown away by sex, but I didn’t really think too much about how it could be different. Just the few things Mason mentioned during breakfast got my mind whirling. Spanking, bondage, dominance, submission.
Four simple words made my stomach tighten and the space between my legs tingle. I couldn’t deny that part of my reaction was picturing Mason engaging in those acts. His big, calloused hand leaving a handprint on my ass. His eyes roaming my body with hunger while I was tied to the headboard in my room.
No. Stop it.
I shouldn’t be thinking like this at all. Not only did I have a boyfriend— no matter how uncertain our future was— but Mason was my stepdad. He was married to my mom, and no matter how hard his erection was when it brushed against my ass last night, I couldn’t imagine he’d feel anything other than disgust with me for even thinking about him in a sexual way.
The problem was I couldn’t seem to turn my mind off, and my curiosity about his kinks grew stronger and stronger as I sat there in the rocking chair. Finally, I realized that nearly an hour had passed, and I hadn’t drawn anything. Tucking my sketchbook under my arm, I headed back inside the cabin. Joey was right where I left him, sitting on the couch with his hand buried in a bag of potato chips. He didn’t even look up from the TV when I entered, even though I knew he heard the door open and close.
Sighing, I headed toward the stairs. I hadn’t seen my dad since breakfast, and I assumed he was locked up in his room again, maybe working on his book. As I passed the bathroom that was shared by the two smaller bedrooms, I heard the shower running. It had to be Mason.
My mind conjured the image of him naked under the showerhead, droplets running over his tanned skin. I swallowed around a lump in my throat and continued down the hall. The door of his room was open, and I paused in the hallway.
Did I dare go inside?
I shouldn’t, and I knew that. But I could see his suitcase sitting on his bed. Excitement churned in my belly, and I found myself taking a step inside before I even thought about it. My head swiveled in each direction, making sure no one was around to see me.
I was alone. Anticipation and the thrill of doing something so forbidden quickened my steps. In seconds, I was standing next to Mason’s bed, unzipping his suitcase. I just wanted a peek. He’d never know, right?
Having talked myself into following through with this, I opened the suitcase and stared down at the array of objects inside. My eyes were wide as I took in the assortment of what Mason called toys. There were things I didn’t recognize. Black leather straps with buckles, small chains attached to clamps, and something plastic shaped like a penis with a padlock attached. I wasn’t sure what all of his was for, but there was something deep inside me that longed to find out. It sparked to life a primal arousal I hadn’t known existed.
I spotted things that were more familiar too, even if I’d never used any of it myself. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Dildos.
I was surprised to see such a variety of dildos and vibrators in the suitcase. I would have assumed only women bought those things. Did Mason use them on the women that he dominated? Because he didn’t have to tell me he would be the dominant one during his kinky sex. I could sense it.
I craved it.
God, I wanted him to direct his intense focus on me. I wanted him to teach me how to use some of the things I recognized and all of the things I didn’t.
A pulse of need between my thighs had me reaching out to grab the largest dildo I saw. It was black, veiny, and looked as if it was over eight inches in length. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I could take something this big, but the desire to try was so overwhelming my hand shook as I lifted it out of the suitcase.
“There’s no way,” I mumbled as I held it up in front of my face. “It’s too big to fit inside of anyone.”
“You’d be surprised how much a woman can be stretched. In both holes,” my father said from behind me.
I spun around to find him in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest and an almost predatory smile on his face.
I gasped and shoved the fake monstrous cock behind my back.
“I…I wasn’t…” I trailed off, horror at being caught like this by my dad. What was I thinking coming in here?
Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, sending me rushing out of the room as I felt my cheeks flame from embarrassment. But I didn’t make it past him before he reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“You shouldn’t be in here, you know that, right?” he asked, an intensity in his eyes that made my stomach flip. “I really should punish you for snooping. That’s my job as your daddy, isn’t it?”
Heat flared to life inside of me at his words, which didn’t feel fatherly in the least. Sexual tension was thick in the air, shocking the hell out of me. With his tall stature, he towered over me, and I noticed for the first time he was almost as muscular as Mason.
That was where their similarities ended. Dad had short, salt-and-pepper hair and a smooth jawline. The lack of a beard showed off his dimpled chin, and his eyes were so dark compared to Mason’s hazel orbs.
But I felt a surge of attraction to him just like what I felt for Mason last night. While what I felt for my stepfather made me feel guilty, the desire I suddenly had for my own father sent a wave of shame through me.
Freaked out, I ripped my arm out of his grasp and hurried down the hall to my room without looking back. Slamming the door closed and locking it, I was breathing heavy as I tried to calm myself down. What the hell was that?
He was my dad. How in the hell could I have been attracted to him?
Maybe it was just a residual reaction. Part of my body’s turned-on response to seeing all of Mason’s toys. At least, thinking that made me feel better.
Remembering the dildo in my grasp, I cringed as I looked down at it. Why in the hell did I keep this? I should’ve just tossed it back into the suitcase, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.
A flush covered my cheeks as I thought about the words my dad said to me. Stretching both holes? I shuddered at the thought.
There was no way I could bring the dildo back to Mason's room right now. What if my dad was still in there? The thought of facing him again was too much for me to handle at the moment. So, I crouched down and peered under the bed, quickly shoving the large sex toy out of sight. I knew I needed to figure out a way to return it to Mason, but I needed some time to come up with a plan. All I could do was hope my dad didn't mention catching me snooping around in Mason's room. The mere thought of it made me cringe with embarrassment.
Deciding to relax, I headed into my bathroom and ran a bath. The shelves were lined with an array of bathing products— soaps, shampoo, conditioner, and bubble bath. I turned on the faucet and let the water fill the tub while adding in a generous amount of lavender-scented bubbles.
Sinking into the warm water, I just wanted to escape for a little while and forget about all the complicated emotions swirling around me—feelings toward men I knew I shouldn't have, and the disappointment of how things were going with Joey. As my bathtub filled up, I turned off the tap and tried to clear my mind. Sometimes it felt easier to think about nothing at all than to try to make sense of everything going on.
Unfortunately, I had never been good at turning off my brain. No matter how hard I tried, I kept thinking of my dad’s intense eyes as he caught me in Mason’s room. Was I crazy? Imagining the sexual tension?
I had to be, right?
But as I lay in the warm water, slowly trailing my fingertips up my inner thighs where my legs were bent, I couldn’t stop my brain from replaying that moment when he stopped me in the doorway of Mason’s room. He was so close, staring at me so intently.
I thought about his handsome face and hot body as I my fingers roamed higher, over my stomach, ghosting along my ribs, and finally skimming my breasts. The touch of my fingers against my nipples made them tighten into hard peaks.
And I was still thinking about my dad.
That realization made me move my hands into the water on each side of my body. My stomach twisted, and I wondered if I was some kind of freak. What kind of woman got hot and bothered while thinking about her own father?
I sat up and started to wash my body, running the loofah over my skin in a soothing motion and giving up the idea of clearing my mind. It would be better to focus on something that wasn’t a wild attraction to my father or the way I wanted to explore my stepdad’s kinks with him.
Instead, I thought about fashion. That was a safe topic I was passionate about, so I could easily distract myself with it. I thought about the latest trends in women’s dresses and contemplated the type of neckline I’d like to use for the white dress I was currently designing. I’d already drawn it with a sweetheart neckline, but as I thought about it, I decided it would look better with a Queen Anne neckline. It was classy and elegant. I didn’t have many formal dress designs, and I needed to add a few more.
I smiled as I thought about seeing my clothes for sale in a store.
Someday, Poppy.
I was going to get there. I just had to build up my confidence enough to go for it. That was easier said than done, but I was still determined.
After stepping out of the bathtub, I wrapped a plush towel around my body and grabbed my phone before heading back to the bedroom. As I walked toward the dresser, thoughts about Joey not speaking to me all day crossed my mind. My steps faltered and I dropped my phone, watching as it slid under the bed. Bending down to retrieve it, my hand froze as it brushed against the thick, veiny, faux cock. Time seemed to stand still as I debated between reaching for the cock or my phone.
