Casey's Secrets (Full Trilogy) (2 page)

Casey’s Secrets:
Chapter 3

I
wasn’t quite ready for his scrutiny, but I stood as still as I could. It reminded me of every morning growing up, when he’d give me a critical look just before school, like the drill sergeant he’d been, in a former life. I didn’t think of him that way when I was younger, though. He was just this big, beautiful hero who I wanted desperately to please.

He still was. Except the pleasing part had acquired a different meaning entirely within the moments since I’d come home. Now, it felt the same way I’d felt getting the piercings. Secret, and dangerous. Even worse than the piercings, though. Almost too bad for me to continue. He was my dad, on paper. Yet his expression when I stood was distinctly less than paternal. He looked at me like a drill sergeant looks at a soldier who’d mouthed off. It was so close to how he’d look when I was little, but there was a distinct difference now.

When I was little, he’d make a play of it, straightening my clothes, then chucking me under the chin and kissing me on the forehead before I caught the school bus. “You’re always ship shape, Casey,” he said. “Keep up the good work, sailor.”

Now, he looked ready to punish me for something. Anything. It made me even shakier because I would take it if he felt I deserved it, even though I knew it was all a game, like it was years ago. Just a more grown-up version now.

“Did I do good?” I asked when I finally found my legs again.

He looked up at me and nodded. “You took it like a champ, baby. But we’re not done yet. I need to know more about this piercing of yours.”

I flinched back involuntarily when he reached out to tap a finger against the prominent silver orb that adorned the top of my clit. Even his small contact sent a thrill straight to my core. I had to close my eyes and take a slow, deep breath to keep my senses.

“What about it?”

“When did you get this? You’re barely eighteen. I know that might not matter, if you have a fake ID. I had one at sixteen. I was a crazy kid …”

“On my birthday,” I said, cutting him off.

“Oh? Is it the only one?”

I could have left him then. Just walked out. But he was in
my room.
I could go lock myself into my parents’ room and hide. In his room. Yet this moment seemed too perfect to let go. I’d never been this intimate with Max. My stepdad. My hero. I wanted more. It was no longer enough to have the validation of his approval. His slow questions made my heart beat ever faster. Even though he’d just made me come, I wanted his hands on me again. I wanted the complete surrender that I’d given him in that moment when I’d given it up to him with his finger on my clit.

“No. I have a few more,” I said. It was meant to be a challenge, but my voice was still so shaky it came out sounding more like a confession.

“Show me,” he said.

It felt like a game now. He wanted me to show myself to him, so I unbuttoned my shirt, sure he’d be livid at what he discovered once I displayed myself. I paused halfway, though. Not quite ready. I caught my breath.

“Casey, you don’t have to be afraid,” he said. His voice was so soft. It was the voice he used when I was a kid and afraid of monsters in my closet.

“I am afraid of you, you know.”

“What? Why?”

The tears welled up again. How the hell did I even express the way I felt? The constant need I had for his approval.

“I’m afraid if I show you, you’ll hate me,” I managed to snuffle out.

His dark brows creased and he rested both hands on my naked hips. His thumbs swept in soft arcs over my skin, making me wish he was touching me in other spots.

“I will never hate you, Casey. I signed on to love you when I married your mother. Don’t you remember the ring I gave you when I proposed to Janet?”

I did remember. In fact that moment was the day I think I’d first fallen in love with Max, even though I was only six. I’d probably been in love with him for most of my life since that moment. Yet I’d never been so terrified that I’d lose his love until now. What would he think if he saw the rest of me?

I hesitantly opened my blouse and let it slide to the floor, then unclasped my bra at my back. I watched his face the entire time. He seemed to brace himself, his fingers gripping tighter at my hips, when I let the lacy bra fall to the floor and stood fully naked in front of him.

“Christ,” he whispered. He lifted a hand off my hip and with a gentle stroke traced the tattoo that adorned my ribcage just below my left breast. When he reached the top of the dark inkwork of the dragon, he hooked the tip of his finger through the hoop that pierced my left nipple. The tugging sensation incited fresh pleasure in my core, and I gasped.

“Why did you do this to yourself, baby? You were so perfect without all this hardware and ink.”

“Because it felt good,” I said, deciding to be completely honest. “I loved the pain when I got them. And they feel so good now.”
So, so good with you touching them.

“Don’t cry, baby. You’re beautiful. Do you have any idea what you can do with these, though?”

“J-just feel good, I guess?” I still remembered my mission when I’d gotten them. Partly it had been asserting my self control now that I was technically an adult. Mostly I’d wanted to feel something intense for the first time in my life. I’d been such a good girl my whole childhood, but growing up with Max as my stepdad had been mesmerizing. He’d been intense, yet I’d never been more than his little girl. Like I was in some kind of bubble that couldn’t be sullied by the emotion he seemed to keep to himself. I wanted to feel a little bit of what I thought he felt, with his scars and tattoos.

The tattoo had been the first thing I tried, and the memory of the pain still gave me a rush. After that, I’d had my nipples pierced with twin steel hoops. I couldn’t stop there, once it was done. When I asked the tattooist what other options I had that I could hide easily, he’d hedged. When I told him I didn’t want my navel pierced because it sounded too cliche, he hesitated and then pulled out a binder with photos of women’s privates and the dazzling jewelry that was nestled in each unique arrangement of soft, pink flesh.

“I want this,” I’d said, pointing at a photo with the pink hood of a woman’s clit, run through with a curved steel bar capped on both ends with little spheres.

I had no other plans after that. The pain was so sweet. It made me feel powerful. Like I could endure anything if I could endure that. What I couldn’t endure was Max’s disappointment, however.

“No, baby. These are meant for much, much more than simply feeling
good
.” He tugged lightly at each of the hoops. “They’re meant to make you feel
everything
.”

Casey’s Secrets:
Chapter 4

M
y voice hitched when I tried to ask, “Everything?”

“Did you like being spanked? I never did it to you when you were little. You were always a good girl.”

“But now I’m bad?”

He smiled. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have done this if you weren’t. But bad doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It just means I might have to punish you.”

I let out a shaky sigh. “Okay. I’m ready.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by punishment, but I trusted him implicitly.

He rose slowly, his eyes holding mine. “Stay here,” he said, and left the room.

I stood there, sniffling for a moment, then sat on the bed. My body still buzzed from his touch. He was going to punish me more, I knew. I probably deserved it for disappointing him. But something shifted inside me, like the tumblers of a lock falling open when the right key pushed inside and turned. He was going to punish me, and I couldn’t wait for it.

I dropped a shaky hand between my legs, curious if my body cared as much as my mind did. My fingers met hot flesh and drew back slick fluid. Even anticipating his next move had me hot and eager. But I couldn’t encourage it, I knew that much. I’d broken his rules. That’s what this was all about, after all. My ass still stung from the spanking but I had a strange hope that he’d do that again. What the hell was he doing now, though?

A moment later, he came back. My heart lept at the sight of him. Then stuttered to a near halt when I caught view of the heavy case he set down on the floor of my bedroom.

And if the case wasn’t enough of a shock, he turned and closed the door behind him, then flipped the lock. Who the hell would come? Mom was out of town for eight more days and we didn’t regularly have guests unless she was home.

I stared up at Max. He’d changed, too. He wore a pair of snug black leather pants that hugged his muscular legs and ass. Steel glimmered among the tattoos on his chest. I’d seen him shirtless before, so I’d seen the ink, but now … his nipples sported a pair of hoops just like mine and the center of his lower lip had a stud right through it. Both of his earlobes sported silver hoops, too.

“Jesus, Daddy. When did you do all that?”

“A long time ago, baby. I thought I oughta hide it, but I think it’s better for you if you see it.” His voice remained deep and even. I wanted to ask if Mom knew, but decided bringing her into the conversation would be the wrong move. I lost sight of his beautiful face when he stooped to unlock the case he’d brought in. It was one of those big, split-top cases that opened in the center and had hinges halfway down. I couldn’t see what was inside.

When he came back to me he had his hands around a couple large orbs of shining steel.

“These are for you,” he said. “A little lesson for disobeying me.”

I gripped the bedspread in each hand where they rested by my thighs, trying to conceal my nerves while I leaned forward to inspect my next lesson.

Each orb had a tiny latch attached to it. Before I had a chance to object, he attached one on the hoop that pierced my left nipple, then the other on my right hoop.

“Ahh!” I cried out at the instant pain that shot through me when the weight pulled at my flesh. “Fuck! Take them off!”

He abruptly cupped my breasts, holding the orbs close so the pain stopped.

He leaned into me and murmured in my ear, “No. This is your first lesson, Case. You want to keep these piercings, then you need to learn what they’re good for.” Then he released my breasts and let the weights dangle again, the pain shooting through me in searing bursts.

“Daddy, this hurts!”

“So make it not hurt.”

I reached a hand up to remove one, but he clamped his palm down hard on my wrist.

“No, baby. You’re not allowed to touch them.”

My nipples were in agony. I needed to make it stop somehow. The weight of the steel balls was too much. I spun around, clutched my breasts for a moment.

“No touching,” Max said.,

I dropped my hands to my sides and stared at the pillows on my bed. I had too many pillows, but maybe that was a good thing. I crawled up onto my bed, grabbed a few of my pillows, and shoved them under my aching chest.

I sighed when the pain finally subsided.

“Perfect,” I heard from behind me. “You have an amazing ass, Casey. So spankable.”

As if to illustrate the point he smacked my ass hard.

“Do you know how to follow rules now, Casey? Because I’m going to give you a few.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Good. The first rule is that you do what I tell you to do. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“The second rule is that if you’re ever unhappy or in too much pain, you have to tell me no, but we need a word that really, really
means
no. If I’m doing anything that makes you unhappy or uncomfortable you say this word. I’ll let you choose it.”

“Um … Christmas?” I blurted it out without thinking. I craned my head around to try to see him, but all I could make out was the silhouette of him in his leather pants. I was acutely aware of his hand on my ass, though, still stroking like he hadn’t just slapped me again.

“Christmas is good. If you ever want me to stop what I’m doing, just say Christmas. Are you ready?”

Ready for what? My nipples still ached from the heavy balls he’d hung on them. I couldn’t even move without causing myself pain. So I just stayed there, ass in the air.

The first smack was beyond the round of spanking he’d given me earlier. My ass rang with pain.

“You are such a bad girl, Case,” his deep voice said. “Maybe you’ll learn a little from this.”

His palm hit my other cheek hard. The pain spread quickly, but the lingering sting and vibrating aftershocks of pleasure only made me hotter. Learn a little? What the fuck would I learn except that my stepdad had a wicked slap that turned me on? Like my experience with the piercings, I suddenly had the urge to test my own limits.

“You’ve gotta do better than that, Daddy,” I said, goading him.

I was rewarded with a sharp smack that resounded through the room.

“You want better, baby? I’ll show you better.”

I heard him rustling in his case again but held still. I wanted to be surprised.

The swift movement of his hands surprised me when the soft cuffs clicked around my wrists. He made swift work of the scarves tied to my headboard, loosely securing them to the shackles. I could still move, but not much.

Cool fluid hit my ass and I gasped.

“That’s lube, sweetheart. I’m going to shove something in your tight little ass in a second. I just wanted you to know.”

His hand gripped my ass cheek and squeezed just as the smooth tip of whatever it was pressed against my butthole. It took no effort on his part to slide the object into me. It felt good. Even better than the times I’d tried it myself with my fingers. Cool and smooth and almost nonexistent. At least until I twitched and every nerve in my ass felt it.

“Jesus.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud but I couldn’t help myself.

“You like that?” He asked. The chuckle that followed pissed me off. I liked it too much, but I was increasingly growing jaded about my love for my stepdad.

“I hate it,” I said, just to be contrary. “I hate you!”

“All right, maybe you need something bigger in your ass, but that’ll have to happen another day. You remember the rules, right? The word you need to use if you want me to stop?”

“Yes, you fucker. I know how to speak.” I gave him my best sulky tone. The one that made him glower at me and verbally reprimand me when I was younger. I hoped it might incite some new pleasurable torture now, though.

He laughed. But all I cared about was what else he’d violate me with. I squeezed the pillows under my chest. I could get up and confront him head on if I wanted to. If I could endure the pain of the weights hooked to my nipples.

I didn’t want to, though. I wanted to know how far he would go if I kept pushing him.

“Does your ass hurt, baby?”

“Yeah, you jerk. You spanked me.”

The hard strike surprised me when it hit.

“Ow!”

“Oh, now you start crying. You weren’t crying when I had my finger on your clit. Did you like that orgasm, Case?”

He smacked my ass again and I clenched reflexively around the plug. A fresh wash of pleasure hummed through me, making my clit throb.

“Tell me if you liked my finger on your sweet little pierced clit, Case. If you ever want to feel me rub that little nub again, tell me.”

“Daddy, you’re such an asshole!”

“I’m not arguing, but you still have to answer.”

“Fine. I loved your finger on my clit, all right?” I loved the fuck out of his finger on my clit now, too, because it was there, just as I made the confession, pressing and toying with the steel rod.