Chapter 19. Plays A Game On Daughter (Brain Control Enterprises)

Barbara was gone by the time I'd showered, dried off and come back downstairs.

She'd left a note on the kitchen counter:

Headed out for a workout and then to stop by the office. See you this afternoon, darling. XOXO

There was little heart at the end of the note, an unexpected and surprising gesture of affection.

Or maybe, I thought as I rolled up the piece of paper and tapped it thoughtfully against my chin, not so surprising after all... I was starting to realize that whatever these BDE products were doing they were doing it well. Even in less than 24 hours it was clear that my life was changing for the better.

I was cleaning up the coffee equipment when McKenzie fumbled down the stairs. Like most teenagers, my stepdaughter was not a morning person. She yawned as she entered the kitchen, crossing sleepily and then surprising me with a bear hug as I turned to face her.

"Good morning, Daddy," she purred.

"Morning, baby girl," I said. My hand made involuntary circles on her lower back, and she pressed herself against me, standing on her tiptoes to give me a soft kiss on the lips. I felt her skin on my skin and my breath hitched.

She pulled back after a moment and bit her lip, casting her eyes around the kitchen. All she was wearing was a pair of lacy pink panties and a matching bra of see-through fabric that did nothing to hide her perky young breasts from my hungry eyes. "Is Mom gone?" she asked, hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because I can think of the perfect way to start both of our mornings..."

I just smiled at her and shrugged. "She's out for a couple hours," I said. "But," and I held up a hand to stop her as she started towards me again, "I'm going to need a couple of things from you before you get any ideas."

McKenzie pouted cutely, hands coming up to gently grasp my wrist. She leaned forward and lightly kissed my fingertips. "Mmhmm?" she asked, slipping my index into her mouth. She sucked gently and I could feel my body responding.

"No." I stepped back. "I'm putting my foot down, young lady. There are some important changes happening in this household and you don't get rewarded until they start."

My stepdaughter tucked her messy hair back behind her ears and looked up at me with wide eyes. "Anything for you, Daddy."

As I'd brainstormed this morning, I'd taken a pad of the legal paper that I usually used to outline my software algorithms and I'd written down some of the things I wanted in my ideal household. Item number one was: Stop cleaning up after McKenzie.

"Well, angel," I told her, "first thing's first is that I need you to stop being such a slob." I hadn't meant to be harsh, but the teenager's eyes dropped sadly to the floor.

I took her chin in my hands and tilted back her face so she could meet my eyes. "But..." I added. "Because I'm such a good Daddy we're going to make a little game out of it."

The spark came back into her expression and I grinned.

"You're going to go upstairs to your room," I continued. "And you'll have 30 minutes to clean up that pigsty before I come up there after you."

McKenzie was starting to get the gist of it and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Then, when I get there, for every item still out of its proper place you're going to remove one article of clothing." I stepped forward into her space, pulling her close. "And then, if you've satisfied me, you'll find that Daddy will be in a very generous mood."

I knew she wanted me to kiss her, could tell from her glazed expression and parted lips, but instead I released her and leaned back.

"Will you play that game with me, angel?"

McKenzie had already turned on her heel and headed out purposefully. "Oh yes, Daddy!" she called over her shoulder. "Your little girl is ready for any games you want."

I watched her ass as she sashayed out of the kitchen.

Her smooth, tan skin was tantalizing but I held myself in check. Delayed gratification, I told myself. The king of all rewards.

* * *

I walked slowly up the stairs, my brain already playing through the events that were to come. I stopped on the landing and took a deep breath, feeling the floor beneath my feet. Rock solid.

I was rock solid.

I rolled my shoulders and strode confidently to McKenzie's door at the end of the hall. It was open and she stood inside, waiting for me in the center of the cleanest room she'd ever inhabited.

When I complained in the past about McKenzie's terrible habit of leaving her clothes, shoes and accessories everywhere I was talking about the rest of the house. Her bedroom had always been a bombshell. Whatever my other flaws I had always been a neat freak, so while I'd long since given up hope for the room at the end of the hall I could no longer stand the chore of cleaning up after a grown woman.

The room was spotless.

Clothes were hung in the open closet on hangars or folded neatly on shelves. Her bed was made, neat and straight as a Marine's bunk. The cords for electronics and video game consoles were wound neatly together and stacked on one end of her TV table and the hamper by the door was stuffed to bursting with whatever clothes had once been strewn across the floor. I'd even heard her running the vacuum. All that was left was my stepdaughter, standing silently in the middle of the oval carpet wearing a short silken kimono. It left bare her long, slim legs and hung open in front, barely covering the mounds of her breasts.

She'd finished before the 30 minutes were up.

I could tell because she had taken the time to do her makeup. Her mouth was red with lipstick and the smoldering eyes that met my astonished look were accented by long, dark, fluttering lashes and dark blue eyeshadow.

I was speechless. For the first time in 24 hours, I didn't have anything clever, confident or seductive to say.

That was okay, though, because my 18-year-old stepdaughter filled in the silence. With one toe, she nudged the only item that had escaped her cleaning frenzy. It was a pair of high-heeled shoes, standing in a neat pair directly before her. Delicately, she toppled them to the left and right. "Oops," she murmured softly, never looking away from my face. "I guess I forgot about these..."

My pulse quickened.

I saw her tongue slowly wet her lips as she shrugged slightly. The fabric of the robe fluttered. "I guess I'm going to have to take this off. Aren't I, Daddy?"

I knew enough not to speak. Instead I simply watched.

McKenzie cocked her head to one side and her hands went to the collar of the kimono. Slowly, she peeled the garment off one slim shoulder. Then, with a wriggle, the entire thing slid from her body. She was naked beneath.

I swallowed, my mouth watering at the sight. Her body was young and supple, breasts high and bouncy with dark nipples hard as little diamonds. Her stomach was flat and unblemished and in the shadow of her thighs I could make out the smooth, hairless folds of her glistening, teenage cunt.

"Do you like what I've done with the place?" she asked me conversationally.

I realized that after being on the back foot all day she was finally taking control. I liked it. "I do," I managed to say, taking a single step inside.

"Close the door, won't you?" she ordered, taking a step back to match mine.

I did as I was asked, the latch closing behind me with a firm click.

"Now, Daddy..." McKenzie said with the tone of one addressing a slow, foolish pupil. "I believe you promised me something."

My body was tight with anticipation. I nodded silently, trapped by the stepdaughter I'd turned from rebellious teen into obedient sextoy. My cock was growing harder, throbbing against my inner thigh.

"Good," she said. "So how about you get over here and remind your sweet little stepdaughter who's in charge."

I didn't need to be told twice. I covered the distance between us in three swift strides, grasping her around the waist and tossing her onto the bed like she weighed no more than the silk robe that lay in a heap on the floor.

She squealed once in gleeful surprise and bounced up, curling her legs beneath her and kneeling on the mattress.

I followed, ripping my tee-shirt over my head and tossing it in the vague direction of the laundry hamper.

"Naughty Daddy," McKenzie giggled. "Now look who's making a m—"

I interrupted her by grabbing her once again and pulling her into a kiss. My mouth pressed to hers, our panting breaths intermingling as my fingers twisted and tugged at her flowing brown hair.

She fell back, gasping for breath, her eyes wide and smoky. "That's good," she said. Her red lips drew me like a bull to a matador's cape and I covered them again, searing her mouth with my hot, swift kisses.

I was the one to pull back this time. My cock throbbed against the fabric of my sweatpants and I struggled free, kicking them aside. No underwear for me, either. What was the point?

I saw McKenzie's eyes gaze drop to my pulsing rod and her lips parted in an O of wanton desire.

"All for me, Daddy?" she whispered. Her fingers reached out and encircled my girth, tugging me closer. "All that yummy cock just for your horny little stepslut?"

I didn't have time for this. I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her down.

Your body is a Temple. It deserves to be worshiped. Your women exist to service you. Women exist to service you. Their bodies are yours to claim.

She went with a mew of lust, her mouth wrapping around the head and then slurping my whole shaft into her throat in a single movement. Her lips sealed around my length and she sucked, her hot mouth devoted to the sole purpose of my pleasure.

McKenzie was on her hands and knees, her ass up in the air and her legs spread while she bobbed her head up and down on my cock.

I let out a groan of bliss, my head falling back and my muscles tightening against the surges of pleasure that washed over me.

My teen fucktoy pulled back, leaving some of her lipstick smeared along my length. "Do you like that, Daddy?" she gasped. "You like using all my tight little holes exactly how you want? Fucking my mouth and my pretty little face?"

I growled, muscles tense and blood roaring in my ears. "Get on your hands and knees, slut," I commanded. My voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded distant and confident, oozing authority. "I'm going to fuck you into the mattress like the ditzy little bimbo sextoy you are."

"Yes, Daddy..." McKenzie answered. She was reacting to my voice, to my alpha male dominance, her pussy practically gushing as she turned around and offered herself up to me. She arched her back, presenting her lithe body as a gift for her Master.

I gripped myself by the root, sliding the head of my cock up her inner thighs and teasing her snug entrance. "Is this what you wanted, you naughty little slut?" I grunted. I could feel the heat of her arousal on my skin, the slick wetness of her need.

"Yes, Sir..." she gasped.

I slowly stroked my shaft, feeling the wetness of my precum making me slippery and ready. "Not Sir..." I ordered. "When we're alone, you can call me 'Daddy' or 'Master.'" I wasn't sure where it came from, but as soon as I said it I knew it was right.

You are the Man of the House. You are the Master of the House. Your sluts belong to you and call you by your name.

I swear McKenzie practically came as she gasped. "Yes, Master..."

"Now," I grunted. "What is it you want?"

"You, Master," McKenzie whimpered. "I want your cock inside me... I want you filling me up, making me cum for you... All for you..."

I slid into her without warning, pulling her back onto me with a grunt of exertion. I split her slim body in half, feeling the walls of her cunt squeezing close around my thick rod.

"Ohmygodyesss..." My fucktoy moaned and trembled, her body close to the edge just from a single thrust.

I pulled back and powered inside of her a second time. I had no mercy, speeding up and pounding her into the pillows just like I'd promised.

McKenzie gasped and came, inner muscles clenching me tightly and letting go over and over while she moaned into the pillows.

My hand came down on her ass with an audible smack. "Who am I?" I grunted.

"Master!" she cried, lifting her head and looking over her shoulder into my eyes.

I thrust again and she cried out a second time. "Who?"

"Master! My Master... My everything..." Her mind could no longer resist me, just like her body.

"And what will you do for me?"

"Anything... please..." She wasn't begging me to stop. She was begging me for more, her hips circling back and matching me thrust for thrust.

"You'll suck, fuck and obey," I growled. My hands were in her hair, yanking back her head and forcing her to stare into my eyes, sending her into an almost trancelike state as I fucked her, body and mind.

"Yes Master! Yes Daddy!"

"Say it," I commanded.

"Suck... Fuck... Obey!" McKenzie's slim figure writhed under my assault, my cock penetrating her deepest depths over and over.

"Again."

"Suck... Fuck... Obey..." Her light eyes were wide and glassy, glazed over as I pounded every thought from her head.

"Again."

"Suck! Fuck! Obey!" She climaxed again, eyes rolling back so all I could see were the whites. Her red lips dropped open and she cried out a wordless sound of utter bliss.

"Good girl..." I released her hair and her head dropped to the pillows, her voice muffled as I continued to thrust inside of her.

"Suck, fuck, obey... suck, fuck, obey... suck, fuck, obey..." Over and over, the mantra filling her mind and crowding out everything else.

My pulsing cock grew harder and harder in the confines of her snug, volcanic cunt. I was getting closer to the edge, her words pressing buttons I didn't even know I had.

"Suck, fuck, obey..."

I grunted and buried myself to the hilt as I came inside my stepdaughter, my whole length pulsing and erupting, covering her deepest walls with a whitewash of my spunk. I fell over her, bearing her down into the mattress as she came a final time from the sensation of my seed filling her teenage womb.

The muscles in her toned back clenched a final time beneath me and then relaxed, my breath hot and harsh in her ear when I muttered, "And never forget it..."

We lay there in silence for a long moment before I rolled off her and fell spread-eagled onto my back, arms akimbo, exhausted and spent.

* * *

McKenzie wriggled around onto her side and snuggled up against me, her breath cool and soothing on my skin. She kissed my heaving chest and giggled, softly. When her face looked up into mine I could see that whatever trance had descended over her had dissipated.

"Wow..." I muttered. "That was..."

"Hot as fuck?" she suggested.

I grinned down at her. "Hot as fuck," I agreed.

She kissed up my neck and planted a soft peck on my cheek. "You know..." she murmured, eyes glancing to one side playfully. "We probably have time for another round before Mom gets back."

I shook my head regretfully. "Probably shouldn't risk it," I said. "She said she was going to work out and then stop by the office for a bit. Without knowing how long that takes—"

"Oh, don't worry about that," McKenzie interrupted breezily. "She'll be there a while. She's probably just there with..." and then she trailed off suddenly, eyes widening like she'd said something she shouldn't.

My heart thudded once, very loudly, in my ears. I sat up, pushing myself back up against the headboard of her bed. "McKenzie..." I said warningly. "She's probably just there with...?"

My stepdaughter glanced away guiltily.

He welled up inside me again, the Alpha Male I'd awakened with the BDE recordings. "With who?" I demanded, and my voice rumbled with the power that McKenzie no longer had the power to resist.

"Aaron Burns," she told me, her hazel eyes failing to meet mine. She had folded up into a ball, clutching her knees to her chest.

My sight flashed red. Aaron. Fucking. Burns... Barbara's boss.

My wife worked for a sales team that contracted out services to Fortune 500 companies and high-end tech firms. Aaron was the man in charge, a high-powered, fast-talking salesman who ran a tight ship and cleared tens of thousands of dollars in sales every month.

I knew this because, when she'd first gone to work for him, her boss and his 'fantastic track record' had been all Barbara could talk about.

My mouth was dry, but I had to bring myself to ask the question that was burning itself through my brain. From McKenzie's demeanor I could tell that my wife's 'meeting' with Aaron was far from innocent. "Are they sleeping together?"

McKenzie wouldn't answer this time, keeping her eyes glued on her toes.

"McKenzie..." My voice was rolling thunder. "If you don't answer, so help me..."

"Yes! Okay...?" My stepdaughter buried her face in her hands.

I pulled in a deep breath and then let it blow out through my lips. And there we have it...

I wondered, for a moment, where it was. The sickening lurch in my stomach, the pain clawing at my heart, the impotent sadness rising in my mind at the thought of my wife being with another man.

I felt a twinge of regret... and that was it.

I heard a soft sound next to me and realized that McKenzie was crying quietly. Her eyes were red rimmed as she looked up at me, the sexy makeup she'd worn for me starting to run.

"Please don't hate me, Daddy..." she murmured.

My arm wrapped around McKenzie's slim shoulders, pulling her to me. "Hush, baby girl." I kissed the top of her head soothingly. "It's not your fault."

My mind was racing, but to my surprise it wasn't with thoughts of vengeance. It was with that same mellow regret. If only I hadn't been such a little bitch, I thought. Barbara would never have felt the need to find another man to satisfy her. "How did you find out?"

My stepdaughter sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "A month or so ago you were out of town for that thing in Toronto... I came back from a party. I had told mom that I'd be sleeping there, so she invited Mr. Burns over. I..." she trailed off, covering her eyes again as she relived the memory. A shuddering breath shook her delicate frame.

My hand made circles on her upper back. "Shh..." I murmured. "It's okay..."

"I came back home," she continued, wiping at her eyes. "They were on the couch in the living room. Making out. Her hands were down his pants and he... He was touching her, too. I didn't think it was right but I didn't like you at all, so I didn't care. I promised her I wouldn't tell. I promised, I promised, I promised..."

A surge of sympathy washed over me. I kissed her temple, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent. Then, I shuffled around on the bed so I was kneeling in front of her. I took her face in my hands and gently raised her head.

McKenzie's makeup was running now, dark eyeliner making narrow lines down her delicate features.

"It's not your fault," I told her again. "Okay?" I stared into her eyes until she nodded. "It's mine." As I said it, I realized it was true. It was my fault.

The Man of the House must control his household. The Man of the House takes responsibility for everything in his life.

"Everything is going to be alright," I told my stepdaughter.

Her soft hazel eyes were wide and innocent in that moment, and I remembered that she was still only 18. It wasn't fair for her to be caught between her parents like this.

"It's going to be okay," I told her. "I'm going to take care of it."

McKenzie sobbed once again, her breath a single heave that wracked her body. "How?" she demanded.

How...? A question I didn't quite have an answer for just yet. I was still processing, the gears in my mind spinning and whirling as they sought a solution. Now, as I thought about it, there was anger building in my chest. But it wasn't at Barbara and it wasn't even at myself. It was at the entire situation that had caused pain to my sweet, sexy little angel.

I hugged McKenzie tight and then pulled back. I forced a smile onto my lips even though my heart was grim. I had to put on a brave face.

You will show strength even in weakness. You are the Master of your thoughts and emotions. You are the Master of your world.

"For starters," I answered slowly, "we're going to keep this between us, okay?" I used the tone I'd always seen animal trainers on the nature channel use when calming skittish wild creatures.

McKenzie could hear the self-assurance reverberate in my voice. "Okay," she said weakly.

"I'm not going to confront this situation without proper planning," I explained. "I'm going to fix things with your mom, but it's going to be..." and here I gave her a cocky smirk, "on my terms."

My stepdaughter's lip trembled. "So... you aren't mad at me for not telling you?"

I shook my head firmly. "Not at all, beautiful. Promise." I kissed her forehead again and then pulled back. "Now..." I looked around her room. "Your room is all nice and clean but I'm afraid you and I got all dirty." My confidence was soaring back. I was sure that in some corner of my mind my emotions were raging like caged tigers, but I blocked it off. I could deal with those later. For now I would deal with what was in front of me: a worried, frightened young woman who needed a protector.

She eyed me warily, probably wondering at the insanity of my mellow response.

I stepped back off the mattress and held out a hand. "So how about you and I go over into the master bathroom and take a shower, wash all this negativity off, and then I can come up with a plan."

McKenzie took my hand slowly and I pulled her close to me. She knelt on the edge of the bed before me, her makeup all over her face and her lips still quivering.

Slowly, I bent and kissed each cheek, then, tenderly, the corners of her eyes and her forehead. "Relax," I commanded. I focused, channeling my inner Alpha. "Just let all that stress and tension leave your body..." I could visibly see her muscles unclenching, her body responding to my orders.

"Yes, Daddy..." she murmured obediently.

"Good girl." I bent my head again and kissed her on the lips, tasting the salty tears.

She tensed for a second and then relaxed, letting me take away the hurt and shoulder it myself. The kiss deepened, her fingers on my shoulders clenching and pressing into my skin. By the time it was done she pulled back with a long, shuddering sigh. "Thank you, Daddy."

I pressed her hand gently. "Don't worry, Kenz," I said. "I'm going to make it all better."

I led her down the hallway and into the master bedroom. As we walked, I shoved the issue to the edge of my mind. I would come up with a solution, but there was a far more pressing matter at hand.

This shower hadn't been used for fun in far too long.

* * *

McKenzie was curled up on the couch next to me, her feet tucked up on the cushions and her head resting on a pillow in my lap. Her headphones were in and she was watching some YouTube video while I struggled with the knotty problem facing me. Her hair was still damp from our shower and, for the time being, I think that I had fucked all the worries right out of her head.

One problem down, one to go. Simple, right?

I had my trusty legal pad in one hand, a pen in the other and a big, bold question written in all caps across the top of the page: How to deal with my cheating wife? I found that writing things out had a stimulating effect on my brain, like seeing the problem in print allowed my mind to tackle it head on.

McKenzie squirmed a little in my lap and, glancing down, the irony of the situation was too obvious to miss. I mentally added another clause to the question — "while cheating on my wife with her daughter."

I stared at the words, pressed my pen to the paper, and then lifted it. I tapped the implement to my lips, looked around the room, then back down at the yellow legal pad. I sighed.

Then, glancing down at McKenzie again, I had the first glimmerings of an idea. I tapped her shoulder gently and she paused her video, pulling out an earbud and looking up at me expectantly.

All of her makeup had washed off in the shower, but she was still gorgeous, pretty pink lips turned up in a little smile and hazel eyes cleared of worry. She had nothing to worry about now. She knew her Daddy would take care of business. "Yeah?" she asked.

I bit my lip thoughtfully and then started. "Would you say you're one of the popular kids at school?"

McKenzie's expression creased into a confused frown. "Uhm... Yeah, I guess. Why?"

I smiled. "Because we're going to throw a little party, and I want all the hot, cool kids invited..."

* * *

It was midafternoon when Barbara got back, and I was midway through a set of pushups on the living room floor.

McKenzie was watching me carefully from the couch, her feet curled up beneath her and her eyes narrowed. "No cheating, Daddy," she was telling me sternly. "Keep that back straight."

I was sweating and groaning and loving every minute of it. After more than a year of bed to car to office to car to bed with no physical exercise in between it felt good to push myself to the limit, even if my limit was currently...

"Fifteen," I gasped, and collapsed facedown. Mmm, this carpet feels nice... I thought.

"Come on, lazy bones," my stepdaughter ordered, voice sharp like a drill sergeant. "I want twenty more squats before you even think about resting."

I rolled to my feet, arms like rubber, and shot her a grin that she answered by narrowing her eyes grimly.

I knew I could probably attribute most of the enjoyment of the workout to my BDE recordings, but that just made me more excited. By this point, the investment in Mr. Silver Fox's program was clearly returning to me a hundredfold.

We heard the clicking of heels on the porch and then the front door swung open. Barbara stopped in the entry and when I glanced her way she was staring at me in surprise for the second time today.

"What's all this?" she asked, dropping her keys in the bowl on the entry table and crossing the living room to sit down next to her daughter.

"Hey, Mom," McKenzie answered. "John told me he wanted to start working out and so we've put together a little beginner plan for him. I'm going to be his trainer."

Barbara smiled, blue eyes bright. In my peripheral vision I saw her glance up and down my profusely sweating figure as I huffed and puffed through my final set.

"Phew!" I breathed out explosively as my legs trembled and I collapsed back against the wall. I slid down to the floor and wiped sweat from my forehead with my second workout shirt of the day. "It's also some nice father-daughter bonding time, eh, honey?"

McKenzie nodded and smiled back before adding cheerfully, "Did I say you were done?"

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Pretty please?" I begged.

My stepdaughter gave a sigh. "Alriiight," she said. "But don't think I'm going easy on you tomorrow."

Barbara glanced between McKenzie and me, eyebrows furrowing. She suddenly seemed to realize how out of character both of us were acting. My stepdaughter and I had never gotten along this well. "Well..." she said, standing up, "I think it's great that you're doing something together like this. How about some lemonade?" she called over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen.

"Yes, please!" I called after her at the same time as McKenzie gave a steely, "Absolutely not!"

My wife laughed and disappeared into the other room.

Glancing after her to check she was out of sight, I swooped by the couch to give McKenzie a quick peck on the lips before I followed.

In the kitchen, Barbara was leaning against the counter. Ice clinked seductively in the glass of lemonade she raised to her lips.

A nice cold drink had never seemed so glorious. I guess exercise is thirsty work, I thought, and sighed regretfully as I filled my own glass with water from the tap. McKenzie thought my diet had too much sugar.

"So," Barbara said. "I guess you were serious this morning when you said you wanted to make a change."

I shrugged. "I guess so."

Barbara nodded. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but it's really not like you." She was giving me a pensive look. "I don't suppose..." she trailed off uncertainly. "Those self-hypnosis recordings you mentioned..."

I laughed and shrugged again. "Looks like they might be working after all."

My wife's expression was conflicted, like she still wasn't sure whether to believe me. "Well, I'm definitely happy for you."

There was an awkward pause.

"Hey," I said. I set the glass down and faced her full on. I settled a determined look on my face. "I know that I haven't been the been the best husband in the past, but I'm really trying to turn over a new leaf. With that in mind," I took a step closer and took her free hand in both of mine. "It would mean a lot to me if you'd go out on a date with me tonight."

Her sky-blue eyes widened. "Really?" We hadn't had a date night in months.

"Really." I smiled. "Don Giovanni's?" I suggested.

Barbara smiled. She loved Italian. "I accept your proposal," she said.

"Good. I made us a reservation for 8 o'clock, so it would be a shame to waste it."

We both laughed softly and then, before she could react, I leaned in and kissed her. For the second time today I made it long, lingering and full of promise, and by the time I pulled away she was staring at me like she'd never met me before.

"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" she joked, blushing.

I bowed gallantly. "I've dispatched him and replaced him with a better man."

"Well, mister," she said, her voice containing a promise of her own. "If you can prove that tonight then maybe we'll have something to look forward to after dinner."

"Dessert?" I asked cheekily.

"Dessert," she agreed.

And so the trap was set.

* * *

Don Giovanni's didn't disappoint.

We were led into the dimly lit Italian restaurant and to a small, round table in the corner. Candles had already been set ablaze and I'd taken the liberty of ordering some of Barbara's favorite wine in advance. The waiter brought it over and I could see the surprise and delight in my wife's expression as she looked at me.

The whole meal, I was an attentive husband. We talked, very briefly, about work and then quickly transitioned to topics we hadn't broached in far too long. We talked about our goals and where we were in life, the kind of conversation that couples often forget to have when they've been together a while. After our entrees and several glasses of wine, Barbara was smiling, laughing and giving me the kind of look that meant it was time to grab the check and head home.

I paid with cash so we wouldn't have to wait, leaving a hefty tip, and walked my tipsy wife to the Tesla. On the way home, as I drove down the dark, moonlit streets, Barbara rested her hand on my thigh and leaned in close.

"That was lovely," she murmured, squeezing my leg. She inhaled deeply, getting a good dose of the cologne I'd put on before we left. "Thank you." And to say that the kisses she trailed down my jaw were suggestive would have been an understatement.

"Good," I said. "If my wife's happy, I'm happy."

"Don't worry, baby," she whispered. "You're going to be very, very happy."

Our clothes were hitting the bedroom floor barely three minutes after I'd pulled into the driveway.

Barbara's hands were all over me, her full lips on my mouth and her luscious, curvy body pressed hard against mine.

I could taste the wine on her hot breath and in her kisses, could taste the need, too, the insatiable lust that had been building in her ever since last night.

"Ohmygod John..." she moaned against my lips. "Fuck..."

I didn't respond, simply kissing her harder. My fingers traced up her legs and under the tight cocktail dress she'd worn, squeezing and kneading her round ass.

"Yes, please..." Her voice was breathy and feminine. "Oh please..."

I pushed the cloth up her body, my hands roaming over the smooth skin of her back and then shoving the dress over her head.

She tossed it away, shaking her head so her long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back. She wore nothing underneath.

For a moment she pulled back in the dark, her hands on my hips. "What's happening to you?" she gasped. "It's like you're a whole new man."

I simply kissed her again, palms sliding around to cover her big, bouncy tits.

"Ohgod..." She let out a strangled moan as I squeezed her long, hard nipples between my fingers. I mauled her tits with my hands and she ground up against me, feeling my rigid cock against her sopping pussy. "I want you... I need you..."

I was harder than I'd been in weeks, even harder than when I'd fucked McKenzie just down the hall not twelve hours before. This wasn't my stepdaughter. This wasn't some young woman I'd picked up just because I could. This was my wife, and my body pulsed with lust at the thought.

Her fingers struggled with my belt, undoing it with a soft clink and then tugging at my zipper.

I shifted back, pulling free and then bearing her down onto the bed. I knelt above her, one hand grasping her wrists and shoving them above her head.

"Yes, John..." Her tits rose and fell with her frantic breaths. "Take control... Ohmygod you smell so fucking good..."

I bent my head and my tongue lapped across her breasts, my lips wrapping around one nipple and then the other, suckling. Her hips bucked under me, her arms tensing and straining but I didn't let her up. I was in control now and I wasn't going to give her an inch.

"Please, John. Fuck me... I want you inside me so bad..."

But instead I simply kissed lower, down her flat stomach and letting my lips trail down and down as I crawled between her legs.

My wife's hands went to my shoulders, urging me further, and I stopped, lifting my head. "Did I say you could move?" I growled, my voice thick with command.

I could see the whites of Barbara's eyes as they widened. "No..." she whispered.

"Put your hands back where I left them."

Her breath hitched and she did as she was told. I could feel the heat radiating out from her pussy as I lowered my tongue between her legs, tasting the dripping juices that ran down her inner thighs.

"God you're so hot, John..." she groaned. "Lick me... Suck my clit... Ohfuck!"

My finger slid deep inside of her, bending and brushing across her G-spot. She arched her back and came, her body and mind bending to my will. The scent of my cologne on pillows and bedsheets filled her nose, priming her body to cum and obey.

My tongue flickered over her clit, back and forth and back and forth over her pleasure button. Her scent filled my nose, her taste was tangy and sweet on my tongue, mingling with the burning aftertaste of strong red wine.

"John... John... John..." she gasped my name over and over, begging me to continue.

I grinned in the dark. Right where I want you. I slowly slid another finger inside of my wife and began to fingerfuck her, her snug entrance tight around me.

"Please, baby, fuck me... I want you inside me..."

But I didn't listen, my lips and tongue continuing their work on her sopping slit. I glanced up, watching her as her eyes rolled back and she came a second time.

She cried out, pulling a pillow over her mouth to muffle the sound. She breathed in again, filling her nose with the scent of my cologne, and I felt her body tense and relax. Her eyes were glassy now in the moonlight as she stared at me in awe.

I was in control of her, body and mind, dominant like I'd never been before.

Barbara was right. I was a new man.

I lifted my head. "Call me Master," I ordered, feeling my cock throb against the tight cloth of my slacks.

Her blue eyes, almost silver in the light of the bright moon overhead, registered shock and arousal in equal measure. "What...?" she murmured.

I lowered my mouth and flicked my tongue. Once, twice, again and again over her clit. I punctuated each with a stroke of my fingers in and out of her dripping tunnel and a single, growling syllable. "Call... me... Master..."

"Ohmygod baby..." my wife moaned. "Is this..." she gasped. "... your new kink...?"

My only reply was to speed up. "Just let go..." I murmured, my words drifting up to her through a haze of ecstasy. "Let go and see how it feels... Let me take control... Let me make you feel so good..."

Barbara's hands were in my hair now, twisting and tugging and egging me on.

I could feel her resistance crumbling in her body with every twitch of her taut muscles. "Master..." she whispered.

I felt the pulse of electric pleasure run through her body at the word.

You are her Master. You are in control. You are in command. Her body is yours to pleasure. Her body is yours for pleasure. Her body exists for your pleasure.

"Master..." she moaned, louder now.

I responded, thrusting in and out of her with my fingers, rubbing up past her G-spot with each penetration.

"Master!" she cried out, and as her body strained and her back arched I pulled back.

"Good," I grunted. I crawled up over her body, our skin separated only by the flimsy fabric of my dress shirt and the straining cloth of my slacks. My buttons were cold on her hot skin. "Very good..." I kissed her again, the bulge between my thighs rubbing between hers.

Her hands were at my throat, desperately tugging at the buttons. "Please, Master, fuck me... Fuck me so hard. I need you..."

I silenced her, my lips scorching hers with a dozen kisses.

Then, ever so slowly, I pulled back.

Barbara was gasping, her body aching with satisfaction but needing more. "Where are you going...?" she asked, breathless.

I slid from the bed and stood in the dark, my hands hanging casually by my sides. I wanted her. My body strained and my every instinct told me to rip off my clothes and slide inside of her. But I couldn't.

Relax, I commanded myself, and my body obeyed. It's all part of the plan...

"Was that good, baby?" I asked gently. My voice was simple, stripped of the resonant Alpha tones I'd used before.

"Oh god yes..." She wriggled up into a sitting position, her body luscious and begging for my touch.

"Good. I want you to feel good, I just don't want to go too fast." I stood still as she shook her head in shock, her hands brushing her messy hair away from her face.

"Too fast...? What are you talking about?"

I shrugged quietly. "This is the new me, Barb. I want us to get to know each other again. I want to win you over again

. I don't want just one night in paradise and then back to the old patterns and habits."

I could feel the tension between us slackening and breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure how long I could have resisted the urge to throw her down and fuck her into oblivion.

"I understand..." Her tone was thick with disappointment.

All part of the plan. All part of the plan. The mantra ran through my head, my talisman against whatever might happen next.

"But..." I continued. I saw her perk up in bed. "Tomorrow is a new day, isn't it..." I let the words hang in the air, an unspoken promise.

"Yes..." Her voice was quiet and low. She was wondering what was wrong, wasn't sure what she'd done.

I stepped closer now and knelt beside her on the bed. "Kiss me, wife," I told her, and she leaned forward, her hands resting almost delicately on my skin.

She kissed me, her sculpted lips pressing to mine tightly. She wanted me. I could feel it in the kiss, could feel it as the air grew electric again between us.

Then, I pulled back and traced a finger down between her tits. I felt her shiver under my touch, wanting so much more, and I suppressed the glowing grin of satisfaction that struggled to break through my calm facade. "Good..." I murmured softly into her lips. "Very good."

* * *

The night was quiet, and as Barbara slumbered beside me I gently pulled open the drawer of my bedside table and fished out the old iPod and earphones.

I snuggled back into my pillows and was about to press Play when my phone, screen side up on the table, brightened suddenly. My eyebrows went up in the dark. What's this? I reached over and held it above my face.

It was a text. From McKenzie.

"I heard you and Mom..."

I grinned. My fingers quickly tapped out a response.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Her response was just as fast. "It's not like she was being quiet."

My smile turned to a confident smirk. "Jealous?"

The text bubble bounced on the screen for a second as she replied.

"Maybe a little ;)"

I sighed out a satisfied breath. What man doesn't want to hear he's jealously desired by two smoking hot babes? Then, my fingers were typing again, switching subjects.

"Did you start planning your party?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"When?"

"This Friday."

"You invite who I asked?"

"All my friends. And I told them to bring people they know. Only requirements: cool and hot." There was a flame emoji at the end of the message.

"All over 18?" I bit my lip as I added. "It's going to be quite... adult."

"Daddy!" I could practically hear McKenzie's mock outrage. "Are you planning on being naughty?!"

I barely paused for a second. "Not without you, baby girl."

"Good."

I breathed in deeply. I realized I was exhausted. I guess being the Man of the House takes a lot out of you.

"Night, Kenz."

The bubbles again, followed by: "Good night, Master..."

I put my phone, screen down, on my nightstand and let out a contented sigh. The moon, moving slowly across the sky, shone in on the darkened room. It left the corners dark and mysterious, full of seductive promise and possibility.

Taking another slow, deep breath, I pressed Play. The last thing I heard as I drifted off was the calm, resonant voice of Mr. Silver Fox in my earphones.

"Are you ready...? Good... Because you're only getting started..."