Chapter 21. John meets a Latina babe (Brain Control Enterprises)

I trudged up the front steps onto the porch, several 20-packs of beer tucked under my arms and a brown paper bag swinging in my hand. The door was open and I stepped inside.

"I'm home!" I called.

McKenzie's answer came drifting down the stairs. "Down in a minute!"

I checked the clock on the living room wall. It was 6 o'clock, so McKenzie's friends wouldn't be arriving for another two hours.

I set the heavy cardboard boxes on the kitchen floor and knelt to start unloading beers into the fridge.

McKenzie traipsed down the stairs two minutes later and stood in the doorway, waiting for me to glance over before she made her entrance.

"Wow..." I murmured.

My stepdaughter bit her lip and glanced down, pleased. "You like?" she asked.

I grinned. "I'll bet your mother would love that outfit," I teased.

McKenzie looked hot. Her long, chestnut hair had been curled just enough to add some extra bounce and her makeup was, as I believe they say, on fleek. She wore an olive green top, cutoff to show her flat midriff, and a pair of jean shorts that were criminally short, exposing those long, athletic legs that I could practically feel wrapping around my waist.

The 18-year-old rolled her eyes at me. "Good thing she's not here," she answered, sashaying toward me. "Because I'm not wearing it for her."

I stood to meet her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me lightly.

"I'm wearing it all for you..."

I growled softly in my throat. "Good," I told her, then stepped back and jerked my head at the boxes. "Now help me get these ready for your friends."

McKenzie wrinkled her nose but did as she was told, crouching beside me and slotting can after can into orderly rows as I emptied the boxes. "I don't suppose now is a good time to mention," she said. "But I really don't like beer."

I smiled over at her. "Don't worry. Your stepdad isn't totally one dimensional." Still kneeling, I reached over into the brown bag and pulled out a handle of liquor by the neck. The brown liquid sloshed as I set it on the floor. "Fireball..." I reached in again and pulled out three more. "Fireball. Vodka. Vodka."

McKenzie beamed. "Now we're talking." She moved in closer and her hand rested on my thigh as she kissed me a second time.

I leaned into it, enjoying the cherry taste of lip gloss on her mouth.

She pulled back finally, breathless, eyes shining.

"And..." I added. "I have some mixers in the car, if you'd be so kind."

McKenzie stared at me in disbelief. "You are so awesome!" she told me, then stood and dashed out, returning a moment later with several liter bottles of soda.

"Alright, mister," she told me once everything had been put in the fridge. She leaned back against the counter next to me, fingers playing across my knuckles. "I just went to a lot of effort to make myself up all nice and pretty for this party. But..." A smile played across her lips.

I raised my eyebrows, but then pulled in a breath as her hand slid down my chest and rested lightly on the front of my sweatpants.

"For going above and beyond the call of duty..." she murmured, turning and falling gracefully to her knees. "My Daddy deserves a reward."

I groaned as her hands began to work, sliding gently, teasingly up and down my thighs. My cock began to stiffen, my body tingling in anticipation. "I can get behind that," I muttered.

My stepdaughter's eyes looked up into mine, wide and adoring. Then, slowly, her fingers hooked under my boxers as well and she tugged.

My pants hit the floor and she kissed gently up my thighs. My breath hitched, my length swelling to half-mast.

"Mmm..." McKenzie moaned softly, leaning forward, her breath hot on my skin. Her eyes drifted down my body and locked onto the object of her desires. Her eyelashes fluttered and she softly kissed the head of my shaft.

I swallowed, flexing my fingers as blood rushed south.

Then, hands still on my thighs, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my cock. Her tongue swirled gently, lovingly around the head and then her cheeks hollowed. She sucked me into her mouth, my rapidly hardening length bathed in a glorious heat.

She began to bob forward and back, my cock growing harder and harder as she moved.

"Fuck..." I groaned. My head fell back and I focused on my breathing, my heart pounding in my ears.

Her fingers rose gently up my legs and then cupped my balls, gently massaging and adding a whole new sensation to the mix.

"Ohyeah baby... Just like that..."

McKenzie sighed contentedly, the vibrations exquisite on my manhood. Her other hand joined the mix, stroking up and down on the parts of my length she couldn't fit inside her. She continued to tug as she pulled back, gazing up into my face.

"You like that, Daddy...?" she murmured. Her hand sped up then slowed down, toying with me. "You like your slutty little stepdaughter on her knees for you...? Playing with you... Just waiting for tonight when she can spread her legs and take your cock deep in her needy little pussy...?"

I grunted and grabbed her head, pulling her back down onto my length.

She groaned happily and sucked me deep, my cock sliding into her tight throat and pulsing with lust.

My palms wrapped around and my hips gently thrust forward, pushing me deeper. Slowly, I began to pick up speed, staring down into her gorgeous face as I began to fuck her mouth. She had stopped moving, letting me take control until my balls were slapping her chin with every plunging movement.

McKenzie's face was a mask of desire, eyes wide and shining as I used her body for my pleasure. She moaned again, her fingers undoing her tight shorts and diving between her legs. They began to circle, her breath fast and short in her nose.

I could see her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her top and I lowered a hand to cup one of her tits. I squeezed, feeling her nipple against my palm.

She groaned and shuddered, her body growing closer and closer to the edge even while I drove deep into her mouth and her tongue bathed my length with lavish affection.

The teenager gasped as I pulled back, my red, throbbing cock sliding between her lips inch after inch until it was swaying before her, glistening wet with her saliva.

I was panting, my body tight and begging for release, but I clamped down hard. "Let's..." I gasped and then blew out a breath. I started over. "Let's wait for later, angel." I sucked in air and could feel the pulsing in my temples. "I have big plans for tonight and I'm going to need all my stamina."

McKenzie looked up at me, her shining eyes disappointed. Her hand wriggled out from her shorts and her fingers gently wrapped around my girth. She started to stroke again. "Really, Daddy...?" she murmured. Her tongue swirled around the head. "Are you sure...?"

My eyelids fluttered and I let out a guttural groan, but I slowly stepped back and out of her grip. My body protested, my length throbbing with pent up desire. I nodded.

"What plans?" McKenzie asked, slowly zipping up her shorts. She rose to her feet, tugging up my sweats, and pressed close to me. She pulled my clothes back over my cock, leaving an obvious tent between my thighs. She patted the bulge. "Anything I can do to... help...?" She squeezed softly.

My breath shuddered at her touch but I coughed and cleared my head with a swift shake. "Actually, angel," I told her, bending close to her ear. "I can't get it done without you..."

***

Loud electronic music shook the living room as I stepped in from the kitchen. I rolled my shoulders and took in a slow, steady breath. It used to be that large crowds had intimidated me. I'd had trouble interacting outside my small circle of friends and the idea of approaching total strangers had petrified me. Now, confidence pulsed in my veins and I casually popped the top of my beer open with a soft snap.

My eyes scanned the room, taking a sip as I took in the sight of excited teenagers. Most had a drink in their hand, but I wasn't worried. I'd had everyone put their keys in the front hallway and all the designated drivers, at my instructions, had given my stepdaughter their ID's for safekeeping. A few of them had been uncertain, but McKenzie had convinced them that I wasn't just being a dick. I was doing it for everyone's safety.

Out in the backyard I could hear more of them. In total, thirty-five or forty kids between the ages of 18 and 22 roamed my house. The only place off limits was upstairs.

I spotted McKenzie chatting with a few of her friends and walked over. My gait was slow and casually confident, and my eyes surveyed the room with an air of ownership. Several girls on the couch glanced over at me as I passed by, each one taking in a deep breath and then closing her eyes for a moment before resuming their conversation as though they hadn't noticed.

I'd made sure to spray myself with a generous dose of my BDE cologne before coming downstairs to make my appearance, and I felt a warm, satisfied glow knowing that it had the intended effect. I still wasn't sure how it worked — Some sort of pheromone thing, maybe? — but it did, and that's what I cared about.

McKenzie glanced up at me as I appeared by her side, bumping my hip and raising a red, plastic cup in one hand. "Hey, John," she said. "Nice of you to join us." Her tone was carefully neutral.

"I hope you're having fun, honey." I smiled blandly down at her before turning to face the others.

A young man and young woman had been chatting with my stepdaughter, the guy switching his cup to his free hand before offering me his hand to shake. "You have an awesome house, sir," he said. "Thanks a lot for letting McKenzie host here."

I was put off for a moment by being called 'sir.' Even at the office, sir was only a term for the higher-ups, and my team just called me 'John' or, jokingly, 'boss man.' Then I realized that, as the Man of the House, it was only right for visitors to treat me with deference. I shook the kid's hand warmly. He had a firm, mature grip that matched his outfit: button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of bright summer shorts. He looked like an adult at a laid-back work function. "Glad you could make it," I told him. "What's your name?"

"Bryan," he answered, then nudged the girl with the elbow of his drink hand. "And this is my girlfriend, Liz."

The girl beamed up at me. It was only 9:30, but I could tell she was already tipsy. "Hi!" she said, her bubbly positivity evident in her voice. "I'm Elizabeth. Really cool party. My parents would never let me host anything at our house. You must be a great dad."

I smiled noncommittally down at her. She was cute in a sweet, girl-next-door kind of way. Her short blonde hair was pulled back and her black-and-white striped top was tucked into a knee-length, red skirt. "I aim to please," I answered with an inclination of my head. "Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to borrow your hostess for a moment?"

I steered McKenzie away and toward a clear corner. "Any more expected arrivals?" I asked, taking a sip of my beer. I was feeling a little buzzed. It lowered my inhibitions, made me want to do more than just admire my stepdaughter's sexy outfit, but I kept myself in check. Time enough for that later, I told myself.

"Umm..." My stepdaughter's eyes surveyed the living room and then, together, we walked toward the backyard.

Some of the guys had put together a drinking game on the ping pong table and there were several small knots of teenagers in conversation scattered on the grass and patio. It was the first party I'd been to in a long time with fewer men than women, and I couldn't help but feel like I was at an all-you-can eat buffet of young, gorgeous babes.

"Everyone here?" I asked.

"Not quite," McKenzie said, finishing her perusal of the guests. She turned to find me standing right behind her, and I watched her eyelids flutter as she breathed in my heady scent. Her gaze dipped down my body and then back up. Her lips parted and I could hear her breath speeding up.

"Breathe, angel," I murmured, rubbing her upper arm gently. "Deep breath and focus, okay?" I met her glazed eyes with mine and lowered my hand to my side.

She shook her head and blinked several times, then her light eyes cleared and her lips curved into a wondering smirk. "Oh fuck you smell good, Daddy..." she whispered. "I can feel myself getting wet for you. Right here in front of everyone..."

I smiled slightly and gestured with my chin out over the backyard, but inside I could feel my core turn molten with desire. All I wanted was to take McKenzie upstairs, throw her down on a bed and fuck her sweet, teen body over and over again. I controlled myself. Later...

My stepdaughter turned and leaned back against the wall next to me, surveying the space and taking a few more deep breaths. "Miranda still isn't here, and she's the one you've got to meet. Brooke is running late and she said she was bringing her boyfriend, bleh. Other than that, just a couple of the guys and some girls who said they'd be here around 10."

I nodded decisively. "Alright then." I took a swig from my beer and grimaced. "You're right," I told McKenzie, shaking my head and chuckling. "This stuff isn't really that great."

My stepdaughter grinned and jerked her head towards the kitchen. "Then I know just what we're going to do." Putting her hands to her mouth, she called out into the yard. "Who's ready for some shots?!"

* * *

I watched in disbelief as McKenzie threw back her head and tossed a third shot down her throat. One by one, the four other girls and three guys in the line did the same, grimacing and shaking their heads.

My head buzzed but I knew that in a couple of minutes the two shots I'd taken would be hitting me hard.

I rested my hand lightly on my stepdaughter's shoulder. "You going to be okay?" I asked.

She bumped me playfully with her hip and grinned. "Don't be a buzzkill, dude," she teased. "Not after I keep telling my friends how cool you are."

I shook my head, smiling and raising my hands in defeat. "You got it, Kenz." In the back of my mind, a mantra had started to play on loop.

The Man of the House protects his household. The Man of the House keeps his women safe.

I shrugged it away. I'm in control of this, I ordered. I don't have to mindlessly obey the BDE recordings. I'm doing this my way. I watched as McKenzie wobbled slightly and gripped the counter, then centered herself. Even if I'm it means I let teenagers pull foolhardy, teenager stunts.

So, instead of stopping her, I just decided to move the party elsewhere. I clapped my hands together, getting everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen," I said as eight sets of eyes turned my way, the men looking attentive and the women even more so. "What do you say we head to the couches and play another game?"

We crowded into the living room, a dozen of us circling around the coffee table. McKenzie scampered over to the bookshelf in the corner where we kept our games and scooped up a deck of playing cards. She held it up towards the group.

"King's Cup?" she asked, and there was a chorus of approval. "We have a winner!" she declared enthusiastically and wove her way through the furniture to plop down on the couch across from where I sat, sinking deep in one of the comfy leather chairs.

Quickly, she spread out the cards in a fan surrounding the red, central 'King's Cup', which was filled to the brim with one of the beers from the fridge.

"Everyone have a drink?" my stepdaughter asked, and then the game began.

I hadn't played drinking games in half a decade, so as we commenced it was clear that I was far behind on the rules. The first card flipped was a seven, and as I watched everyone's hands skyrocketed up to point at the ceiling. Seven is heaven, I remembered belatedly, but I was already the last to move.

My stepdaughter shook her head with mock sadness. "Drink up, John," she said, as the circle of teenagers grinned at me. "Looks like you're really in for it."

I took a bemused sip and did my best to follow along as McKenzie reached for the next card. She flipped it over.

Eight.

I wracked my brain. Eight is...?

"Mate!" The 18-year-old crowed, and her hazel eyes scanned the circle before meeting my dark brown gaze. "Father, dearest," she said, and her friends laughed softly. "Whenever I drink, you drink," and she took a long, slow sip from her cup.

I sighed, shaking my head. "I'm too old for this," I joked, and then matched her drink with a swallow of my own. As the guy next to McKenzie reached for the next card, I felt a soft bzzz in my pocket and tugged free my phone.

It was Barbara.

Since our short text conversation yesterday when she'd confirmed her safe landing, we hadn't spoken. "Everything going well?"

My eyes scanned the circle. Everyone still alive and breathing? Check. Having a good time? There was a brief bout of laughter as something happened in the game and I smiled to myself. Check.

"Everything good." I responded. "Kenz's party is a success. Everyone seems to be having fun."

The little bubbles bounced on my screen, then: "Such a good stepdad. :) And you? Having a fun evening babysitting all the drunk teenagers?"

I snorted a soft laugh. I snapped a quick picture of the game and sent it her way. "Babysitting? I'm participating!"

"Dad!" McKenzie's voice cut through my focus on the screen. "Your turn."

I tucked the phone back in my pocket and glanced up to a sea of expectant faces. The turn had revolved halfway around the circle and gotten to me. It was my turn to flip a card. "Sorry, everybody." I leaned forward with a groan and flipped the nearest card.

Jack.

My eyes narrowed as I tried to remember the rule, and then I looked around with wide eyes and a sheepish smile. "A little help?" The shots had definitely hit me by now, my vision going fuzzy around the edges as I forced myself to focus.

The girl sitting nearest me, a busty Latina in a skintight white dress that complemented her tawny complexion, held up three fingers at me. "Never Have I Ever," she said, and I blew out a stream of air.

"Oh boy," I said, and everyone laughed. Shaking my head, I held up three fingers with everyone else. Now, everyone was looking at me expectantly. "Uhm..." I struggled to come up with something I hadn't done, always much harder when you're tipsy and faced with the need to think quickly. "Never have I ever smoked pot?"

There was another round of giggling as almost everyone in the circle lowered a finger.

McKenzie waited, a thoughtful expression on her face as several of the people nearest turned to face her with expectant looks. Then, meeting my eyes with a rueful grin, she lowered a finger.

I wasn't really surprised, but it was my job to play the role of 'only adult in the room.' I shook my head in mock disappointment. "My little princess..." I mused loudly in false dismay. "Whatever will I learn about you next." Then, I joined the circle of chuckles as we turned to the Latina girl.

Her eyes were on me, and I could see that through her buzz she was starting to feel the effects of being in such close proximity. Her pupils were dilated and her full lips were parted slightly. Then, when she realized that we were waiting on her, she coughed distractedly and rattled off. "Never have I ever been drunk with my parents."

I snorted and kept all three fingers aloft, glancing around. My parents were hardcore Christians, so I'd made certain that whenever we drank together I kept all my wits about me. Otherwise I never would never have heard the end of it.

Only two of the others put their fingers down, McKenzie once again and the guy next to her who'd already flipped a card. "I sense unfair discrimination," McKenzie protested, shaking a small fist at the girl.

"Oops," the Latina answered, eyes widening innocently. "Sorry, babe." The dark-skinned beauty smiled teasingly. "I guess you shouldn't have invited your dad to come drink with us."

The turn passed around and I lost fingers to "Never have I ever flirted with someone on a dare" — it was college, everyone does stupid shit in college — and "Never have I ever gotten a ticket" — though, to be fair, everyone speeds from time to time.

McKenzie was next, but first came the young man sitting to her left. He looked a little older than the others, but maybe it was just his air of maturity and the calm, collected way he sat with his back straight and his hands folded in his lap. He cleared his throat and looked around. He was tall and wore a slim blue button down and skinny jeans that made him look even reedier. He, too, was down to a single finger. "Never have I ever..." he paused theatrically. "Fantasized about someone in this room."

It was a good one, and everyone in the room cast a glance around the circle to subtly check. As they did, the Latina girl leaned in close to me and told me in a stage whisper, "Nigel can only say that 'cause he's gay."

"I heard that!" Nigel interrupted loudly, but it was with a good-natured grin. "And," he added, spreading his hands, "guilty as charged."

The group all laughed, and while everyone was distracted people were subtly lowering their fingers, trying not to draw attention to themselves. Glancing around, I could see that every girl had lowered a finger, and McKenzie was taking a hasty swig of her drink.

She pointed at me, "That means you too, John," she laughed. "Twice, since I drank and you definitely lost your last strike. I know you've been flirting with Adrianna there."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "Nice to meet you, Adrianna," I said, turning and holding out my free hand to the curvy Latina. "I'm John. I've been fantasizing all about you since we first met twelve seconds ago."

She pressed her warm hand into mine. "Of course you have, John," she answered. "I have that effect on people." She winked cheekily, but she held onto my hand a beat longer than necessary, and I could see the soft glow of a blush on her cheeks. It could have been the alcohol, but I knew it was my cologne and the Alpha Male energy I exuded like an aura of power around me.

Our interaction prompted a short bout of amusement, and then eyes turned expectantly to Adrianna.

She started a little as she realized it was her turn, and as she reached for a card I felt another insistent bzz in my pocket. I fished out my phone and then stood, holding up my empty red cup. "Just gonna go refill this," I told the group. I checked the message as I walked into the kitchen.

"Fun!"

Barbara's text included an image of her own, a selfie of my wife with several of her coworkers. It looked like they were at the hotel bar, and seated next to her was none other than my very favorite salesman, Aaron Burns.

I felt my breath hitch, and my heart beat swifter for a moment. He's going to fuck my wife... The thought echoed through my mind for a moment before my inner Alpha could react.

Stop it. Get yourself together, man. They can do whatever they want, because you are in control. You will win in the end. You will always win in the end.

The phone vibrated again as she captioned the photo. "Out with the work fam, but missing my home fam. ;)"

I smiled, calmer now. Whatever happens there happens, I told myself. You can't control it. All you can control is the here and now. I looked up from my phone, then, and realized I wasn't alone in the kitchen.

The cute blonde from an hour or so earlier — I searched my brain for a moment... Elizabeth! — was leaning back against the counter, a trio of shot glasses on the counter next to her. Two of them were already empty, and as I watched she tilted back her head and the third shot slid down her throat.

I frowned slightly. The girl was only medium height and slimly built, and I wasn't sure how much she'd had to drink but adding three shots on top of that seemed a bit excessive.

Then, I noticed that she had a crestfallen expression on her face and I realized that something must have happened. "Hey," I said softly, approaching. "Elizabeth, right?"

The teenager turned her head and then flinched when she met my eyes. She was definitely a bit more than tipsy at this point, and the sight of an adult had her worried. "I'm sorry, sir," she said, looking down. "I'm not too drunk, I swear. I just wanted to catch up with everyone else."

"Don't worry about it..." I brushed the apology away like a pesky fly. "Did something happen? Are you alright?"

The girl shrugged. "I'm fine," she answered despondently. "All good here."

I laughed softly, shaking my head, and she looked up at me in surprise. "Something happened," I told her gently, leaning against the counter a few feet away. "You don't have to tell me what it was if you don't want to, but is there anything I can do to help?" I'm not really sure what it was that prompted me to get involved. Maybe I'm just a nice guy. But I think it was the protective Alpha Male inside of me. He saw a woman in need and rushed to take control of the situation.

The sad lines in Elizabeth's face drew tighter, and I almost regretted my question. Then, she burst forth, "I can't believe he'd do this! With that bitch Tiffany? Right in front of me?"

"Oh..." I murmured, comprehension dawning. I thought I caught the gist of what might be going on. I fought the urge to rub her shoulder comfortingly — You're still her friend's stepdad, John, don't be creepy — and instead blew out a long sigh. I reached over and picked up the handle of whiskey. I poured several splashes into my cup and then scooted around her and bent over, opening the fridge to find a mixer. "Something happen with Bryan?" I asked casually as I pulled out one of the bottles of soda.

Keeping her talking seemed like the best idea at this point, since it would keep her from drinking. I straightened, focusing on mixing my drink and giving her a bit of space.

Then, I heard a soft sound next to me and when I looked over I saw that the blonde's hands were over her mouth as she choked back a sob. "How could he do this to me?" she asked softly into her hands. "I thought he loved me..." Her eyes were a watery blue as they looked up at me.

Oh God... I thought. Teenage drama. Perfect. But instead of saying any of that I simply shrugged helplessly at the young woman. "I don't know what to say, Elizabeth. It sounds like a rough spot. I can tell you, though, that this," I gestured vaguely at the shot glasses, "is not going to help. And I have an idea of something that might."

She looked skeptically up at me, sniffling.

"You may have noticed," I said, leaning in conspiratorially, "that I'm a bit old."

Elizabeth snorted out a soft laugh at that, and I smiled back.

"Some of my new friends," I jerked my head in the direction of the living room, "are playing King's Cup in there and I think it might be better if I was replaced by someone more hip." I widened my eyes meaningfully at her. "Someone like you, maybe? Help me out?" I smiled disarmingly, trying to send out a relaxed, calming energy.

The teenager pressed her lips together, and I could see she was on the verge of saying no.

I did rest my hand lightly on her arm then, and she looked up into my face, surprised. "Please?" I asked again, and this time I gave my voice a little extra. I felt the soft, rumbling thunder in my chest and saw the blonde's eyes widen slightly.

Her pupils dilated and then her breathing slowed down to match mine. She blinked after a few seconds and nodded as I stepped back. "Give me a minute," she said, tugging a paper towel from a nearby roll and dabbing at her makeup.

As she did, I grabbed a fresh cup and filled it with water from the tap.

A dozen seconds later, Elizabeth looked up. Her face was still flushed with alcohol, but in the semidarkness of the next room her puffy eyes would be impossible to notice. "How do I look?" she asked softly, almost shyly.

My eyes traced her face. She actually looked really pretty, and I wondered what Bryan had been thinking. I gave her a thumbs up. "Looking good," I told her, smiling. I offered her a fist bump and she laughed softly as she touched my knuckles gently with hers. She started to walk past me but I held up the new cup in her way.

She looked up at me in surprise, then took it meekly.

"Drink it," I ordered. "It's good for you. Take a little bit of time off from the hard stuff, okay?"

Elizabeth nodded obediently and took a sip, then headed into the other room with a little more spring in her step.

I leaned back on the marble countertop, blowing out a breath and fishing in my pocket for my phone. I swiped it open again and stared at Barbara's text for a moment before I started to type a message of my own.

"Home fam misses you too, baby. Just had the pleasure of dealing with a distressed young lady. Could have used your womanly wisdom."

I looked up from the text and saw that, once again, I was not alone. Leaning against in the doorway was Adrianna, red plastic cup in one hand and the stretchy white fabric of her dress clinging to her curvy figure in the most distracting way.

She was watching me closely and smiled with full lips when she saw I'd noticed her. "You left me alone back there," the teenager told me teasingly. "And we'd just made such a connection..." She walked towards me, then slid gently past and reached for the alcohol, her legs brushing lightly past mine.

I could smell her perfume and could feel my body start to react, blood pumping to places it shouldn't.

"My father senses were tingling. I could tell I was needed in here," I responded easily.

In the light I could now see that her eyes were an alluring green as she turned to look up into my face. She was standing close; not so close that it was inappropriate, but toeing the line. "I saw Elizabeth," she breathed. "She took your spot and I knew you were still in here... All alone..." Her hand came up and brushed boldly down my arm. She took a step closer.

Desire pulsed in my veins, pounding in my ears. This girl was pushing all the right buttons, and I worried what I might do if we didn't slow down. "Woah there, little lady," I said, taking her gently by the shoulders.

"I know you want me..." Adrianna murmured. "I saw you looking at me when I came in here. I saw you looking at me earlier..." Her lips wrapped around the words and then released them sensually, and all I could visualize then were those lips wrapped around something else.

"You're right," I answered. Why deny it? "I was looking."

I am the Master of this House. Everything here belongs to me. Everyone here is a guest in my domain.

Adrianna glanced down at my hands on her upper arms, then back up into my face. Her eyes were sultry and she leaned into my grip, her face just inches away from mine. "And I think you know..." she murmured. "That I was looking at you, too..." One of her hands slowly rose, fingers wrapping around my wrist and lifting my hand. Her lips parted and then she turned my hand, slipping my thumb into her mouth.

The curvy Latina moaned softly, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around and around.

My eyes flashed, and then I was no longer in control. I released her and leaned close, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot her skin. "Upstairs..." My voice was no longer mine. It was the deeper, rougher voice of my inner Alpha, and I could see Adrianna's body reacting primally to him. "Five minutes. You'll be waiting for me..."

Her full mouth was parted in a soft, panting gasp and I pulled my hand back, my finger glistening with her saliva. Her eyes were glazed and empty. Glancing down, I could make out her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her white dress, and it was all I could do not to palm one of her globular tits and squeeze.

"Go," I commanded, and, with a gentle shake of her head, Adrianna blinked back to herself.

"Ohmygod..." she murmured, wide eyes flashing up at me. "God you're so hot..." Then, before I could stop her, she had slid closer and was kissing me, her hands on my cheeks and her mouth hungrily devouring mine.

Swifter than I could react, she had pulled back and brushed past, hand trailing across my chest. "I'll be waiting..." she said softly. Then, she was gone.

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen as I was, finally, alone.

Bzz.

I blew out a breath and pulled out my phone. "Not a good time, Barbara," I muttered.

"Been in there a while."

It wasn't my wife. It was McKenzie. "Everything good?"

I laughed softly and tapped back. "Is my little girl worried about me?"

"Everyone in here is pretty drunk," came the answer. "So I think I'm the only one that noticed a certain sexy Latin girl heading upstairs... ;) Did Daddy find someone he likes?"

A smirk spread across my mouth. "Keep your friends occupied." Then, biting my lip pensively and feeling the heat pulsing in my body, I added, "And if you're good, you can come join us after they're gone."

The reply was instant. "Yes, Daddy..."

I took a deep breath. Then, as an afterthought, I tapped out one last message.

"And keep an eye on Elizabeth for me. She's having a rough night."

I slid my phone back into my pocket. Everything downstairs had been taken care of. Now... I smiled. Time for the party upstairs to begin. I slipped quietly from the kitchen and headed for the staircase.

***

I strode silently down the landing and stopped before the open door of the master bedroom. There was no light but the moon overhead. Drifting up the stairs behind me I could hear the sounds of laughter and revelry as McKenzie entertained her guests, but within the room there was only silence.

Adrianna was seated on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands with her knees crossed in front of her.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me with a soft click.

"You're here..." she murmured softly, not standing.

"Yes," I answered, eyes roaming over her figure in the gentle, silver light.

She lay back slowly, hands tangling in the sheets and taking a long, deep breath. Her large, round tits rose and fell and my cock stiffened in my pants. She shuddered gently, bringing the cloth up to her nose. "It smells like you," she said quietly. "So good..."

She took another deep breath as I slowly advanced until I was standing above her. There was no question of whether she wanted this. She was here. She had come to me. Now, it was up to me to take her. My heartbeat was faster now, my pulse thrumming in my body. My knee was on the bed beside her body, only inches from her hip. I still hadn't touched her yet but she squirmed under my gaze, her lips parted and her breath harsh in the silence.

Then my mouth covered hers and my hands rose to tangle in her straight, black hair.

She moaned. Her hands were on my hips, fingers digging into my skin, desperate and begging for more. She pulled back just far enough to whisper, "Are you going to fuck me or what?" and then I was covering her lips again with mine and pressing her down into the mattress.

Her body was hard and soft in all the right places, her tits pressed to my chest as my rock hard, throbbing length pressed against the cloth of my slacks and rubbed up between her thighs. Her stomach was smooth and taut beneath my fingers as they slid down to her waist and then around to massage the globes of her muscular ass.

I could feel her heat through the fabric that separated us, felt her hips rise to grind up against me. "Mmm..." she groaned into my lips. "You taste like Fireball.. And bad decisions..."

I smirked at her words, realizing exactly what Adrianna needed. She was a bad girl, knowing it was wrong to seduce her friend's father and getting off on the fact. Time for me to set the record straight, show her who was really in control.

I pulled back, kneeling above her, my hands rising and my fingers starting to undo the buttons of my shirt. "Two rules," I told her, my voice stern and commanding as I pulled the shirt from my shoulders and tossed it to the side. "First, you call me 'Sir'."

"Oh?" she asked coyly, starting to sit up. She leaned back on her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulders. "It's like that, is it?" She played her teeth along her bottom lip. "And if I won't?" She was strong-willed, I could tell, used to getting her own way with teenage boys and dictating the rules of the game.

But I wasn't one of her usual boy toys. I jerked my head at the door but didn't move, straddling her lap and staring down into her face. "You know where the door is," I answered quietly, firmly.

Her eyes widened as I spoke, glinting as I knelt above her. She took a long, slow breath. I could see the gears whirring in her mind as she glanced across at the door, alcohol and desire and my masculine scent gently working their magic until she reached the only conclusion. "And the second rule...?" she whispered, turning her face up to look into mine.

I grinned. "You obey... and experience pleasure like you never have before."

Her will crumbled under my confidence, the scent of my cologne swirling through her mind and the resonant power of my words striking through her last walls of resistance. Her hands slid up between my thighs and she gasped softly as she felt my thick, pulsing cock under her hands.

I groaned quietly, my lips falling open to let the breath escape.

Her hands rose higher, circling around to my lower back. "Yes, Sir..." she whispered, pulling me back down on top of her. She kissed me hard, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

Good. I kissed her back, my tongue dancing with hers. Then, I leaned back and moved off her, pulling her up. "This dress..." I murmured, fingers sliding up one smooth thigh and playing with the hem. "Take it off for me."

She rose slowly, like she was in a trance, turning to face me. "Yes, Sir." Her eyes were glazing over as I took control, my silent dominance twining through her, body and mind.

She began to move... smoothly, sinuously, her hands in her hair and on her throat. She moved like there was a slow, heavy beat that only she could hear, palms cupping her tits and then sliding down her body. She hooked her fingers under the hem of the tight, white dress and didn't hesitate as she began to pull it up over her hips.

"Good..." I encouraged softly, relaxing into the moment and letting my inner Alpha take over. The buzz of alcohol dulled my mind, but my BDE recordings had trained me well. My inner Alpha knew what to do. "Just like that..."

She moaned softly, my praise striking chords of pleasure through her body. The dress rose higher, revealing lacy white panties and then the smooth expanse of her abs. Her tits appeared, covered only by a matching bra, the cloth pale and filmy against her dusky skin. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her eyes slid closed. Her breath was faster now as the dress came over her head and then hit the floor, and she was standing before me just inches away.

My fingers fumbled with my belt and then with a zippp

I was free of my pants, sliding them down my legs and kicking them free. They hit the floor at the foot of the bed and Adrianna's gaze traced down my body to fixate on the bulge in my boxer briefs.

"Yes..." I murmured quietly. "Right there, baby... Just get down there and make me all nice and ready."

Still entranced, the busty Latina knelt on the mattress, falling to her hands and knees. She crawled up between my spread legs, green eyes locked on my straining cock, and seemed to hesitate only a moment before tugging down my boxers. Her tongue slid across her mouth as my length sprang free and swayed, just inches from her full lips.

"Good girl..." I said. "Now..." but before I could finish she was lowering her head and taking me in her mouth. I sucked in a gasp as she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth hot and wet around me.

Adrianna groaned, her tongue swirling and tasting the precum that oozed from the head. Her technique was different from Barbara and McKenzie's, louder and wetter as she quickly slid as much as she could between her lips.

"Fuckkk..." I groaned. "Ohfuckyeah..." My back arched and my hips rose slightly to penetrate her further, feeling the tight confines of her throat around me.

She gagged softly and saliva dribbled down my shaft. One of her hands rose, dark fingers circling and beginning to stroke. Her lips wrapped around me and began to move, massaging my length.

My hand rose and caught in her hair, holding her tightly as I began to move, pushing her head down and then allowing her to pull back, nostrils flaring.

"Just relax..." I ordered gently. "Relax and let me take control..."

I felt her body obey, and I slid completely into her throat, her nose pressed to my stomach. My cock twitched and throbbed and then I released her, allowing her to pull back until I came free with a pop and a strand of saliva swung from her sculpted mouth.

"I've never done that before..." she murmured, disbelief tinting her voice.

"Don't think," I commanded, and her eyes rose to mine. I met her gaze and dove into it, feeling my head grow light as I practically forced my will into her mind. "Remember the rules. Just relax and obey..."

I saw her sway slightly and her pupils dilated further, crowding out the green in her irises. "Yes, Sir..." she whispered. "Relax and obey..."

I settled back, pulling pillows behind me to prop me up. "Are you ready for me?" I asked softly.

The curvy Latina nodded, her breath speeding up. "Yes, Sir... I've never been so wet in my life..."

"Good," I answered. "I want you on top... To start..."

The busty teen crawled closer to me, her heavy tits brushing along my bare skin. I could feel her long, hard nipples through the flimsy fabric of her lingerie and it made me even harder. Then, spreading her thighs, she took my cock by the base and slowly moved me into position.

I felt the heat of her need as the head of my cock brushed over her panties, could feel them soaked through with her wet, wanton desire. One of her hands pushed the white lace aside and then nestled me gently between her outer folds. Her breath was speeding up, her eyes fixated on mine but I never wavered.

"Good..." I ordered. "You know what to do..."

And, with a moan, she lowered herself onto me. Her slit was dripping wet but incredibly tight, my cock sliding slowly into her until I was sheathed entirely in her body.

"Ohmygod... ohmygod... ohmygod..." Her voice was one low, continuous sound, her body trembling as I filled her completely. Then, she began to fuck me.

She controlled the rhythm, my hips rising fractionally to meet her every downward push as I began to pound inside of her. Fully half of my cock never left her slick entrance, her inner muscles clenching me in a vice grip. From this angle, I knew I was hitting her G-spot over and over, and her head fell back as she let out a soft cry of pleasure.

Her thighs were trembling, the muscles in her legs starting to give out. Her big tits bounced up and down above me, so I lifted my hands and cupped them. I massaged them gently, loving the feeling of soft flesh under my fingers.

"Harder..." she begged. "Squeeze harder..."

I obeyed, mauling her perky teen breasts. I squeezed her nipples through the fabric, tugging and twisting, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Ohmygod I'm gonna cum..."

I pulled harder at her nipples, knowing she'd be sore in the morning, and stroked upward, my legs flexing as I pistoned up inside of her like a jackhammer.

She cried out and climaxed, her body collapsing on top of mine and her breath fast and hot in my ear. Her hair played across my skin, her chest heaving.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod..."

I grunted and heaved, rolling her over onto her back with my cock still halfway inside of her. Kneeling between her legs, I began to move again.

"Don't stop..." she gasped. "Please don't stop..."

My jaw tightened and I thrust, feeling every inch of her inner tunnel clenching and releasing around me. I could feel the rising tide inside of me, too, the taut, electric force sweeping over me, but I forced it back down. Not yet... I thought. Not just yet...

"Cum for me," I commanded, and her eyes widened as her body obeyed.

Her hips bucked under mine and her fingers scrabbled helplessly at my back as she was swept away a second time, her body still feeling the aftershocks of her first climax.

I moved faster, a sheen of sweat building up on my skin. The room was dark but I could see everything clearly: the spark in her bright green eyes, her white teeth in a gasp of ecstasy, the gleam of moonlight on her dark hair, splayed across the tangled white sheets.

Not yet, not yet, not yet... The mantra pulsed in my mind as my cock throbbed, plumbing her deepest depths. But the orgasm was coming, sweeping over me with unstoppable force. I buried myself to the hilt, breath harsh in my throat as I pulled back and did it again. And again and again and again.

The heat of her pussy around me was intense, my shaft gripped like a glove as her body rose and fell in time with my own.

Not yet, not— I pulled back, grunting as I came, my seed spraying across her tits and stomach, painting her with my essence.

She gasped, feeling my hot spunk on her tawny skin, and her eyes rolled back. "Yes!" she moaned. "Yes yes yes..."

I groaned, muscles trembling as the tidal wave crested over me. My mind went blank, my cock twitching and spilling its load. I felt my legs give out and I fell on top of her, her tits pressed to my chest. My breath was fast and unsteady, my pulse racing in my ears.

I shivered, feeling the sweat and my seed slippery between us. Then, nothing. The silence was broken only by the air that rasped through our lips, two pairs of heartbeats pounding furiously in sync.

I rolled off of her, my wilting length falling across my stomach as my chest rose and fell unsteadily.

"Fuck..." Adrianna groaned, her hands rising to push hair back from her face. She turned to look at me, eyes having trouble focusing. "Holy fuck..."

I didn't have an answer, my only thoughts matching hers.

We lay like that for some time, a soft breeze whispering through the window to play with the sweat that glistened on our bodies.

Then, finally, I sat up.

"I'm going to go clean up," I said, and walked into the darkened master bathroom. The bathroom tile was cold under my feet but I liked it. I turned on the shower, leaving the water icy cold, and stepped inside. It was a shock to my system but I stood there as the frozen droplets smashed against my skin.

I felt like I'd turned a corner, like something inside of me had changed. Is it good? I asked myself, and then I grinned into the deluge. Yes, I answered. Very good.

The self-hypnosis recordings had altered me. I was no longer the scared, meek man I used to be. I was someone else. Someone who took control. Someone who was obeyed. And I liked it. The door to the bathroom creaked softly and I heard Adrianna enter.

She padded softly to the shower and stood there a moment silently. "Can I join you?" she asked, her voice quiet, submissive.

I kept my eyes closed for a moment, feeling the water slough off my skin, then turned the water warmer. It slowly heated up as I turned to face her. I gave her a broad smile and I knew she could see it, even in the dark, because she smiled back.

"Why not?" I answered.

With a soft laugh, she did.

* * *

Thirty minutes later, when we finally emerged clean and dry, I walked to the mattress and collapsed naked onto the rumpled sheets.

Adrianna followed me, curvy figure highlighted by a silvery outline. She bent and picked up her underwear, looked at it, then dropped it to the bed with a shrug. She grabbed her dress from the floor and, almost regretfully, tugged it over her head.

"That was pretty good, huh?" she asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

I looked at her thoughtfully. "Which time?"

She huffed a soft chuckle. "All of it, I guess."

I didn't say anything. Honestly, I didn't know what to say. There was a short silence.

"Will it happen again?" The words fell from her lips, hopeful and anxious in equal measure. It took that moment to remind me that, in spite of all her confidence and poise, she was still just a teenager.

I sat up with a grunt and leaned back against the headboard. "Do you want it to happen again?" I asked gently.

The Latina shrugged gently, fingers knotting at the hem of her dress. She took a long moment to answer. "Yes..."

I nodded thoughtfully. "But you think it can't?"

She seemed caught off guard.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Um..." she seemed a little confused, like she hadn't expected my response. "Because you're married? Because your stepdaughter is one of my good friends? Because you're at least a decade older than me? I could keep going..."

I shrugged. "If any of those bugged you that much, I don't think you would have come up here tonight." I was working on a hunch and she stiffened, like I'd called her bluff. "But if they do now," I continued, "then we don't ever have to speak of this to anyone and you can leave without looking back. No one's going to know and no one's going to hold it against you."

She sighed. "It's not that simple."

"Isn't it?" I laughed softly. "Look..." I tried to collect my thoughts, but couldn't. I was too tired, and the booze still hadn't worn off from my exhausted brain. A glance at the digital clock on my bedside told me it was a little after midnight. "You can call an Uber home tonight, at least. Think about it in the morning when you're rested. If you decide there are too many reasons against it then you don't have to come back. If you decide that you want..." I gestured vaguely between us, "this... to happen again... Well, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

She nodded, still obviously uncertain, then squared her shoulders. "I'll do that," she said, and I sensed a return of the confident, self-assured Adrianna I'd met downstairs.

"Good girl," I said softly, and she glanced over.

"It's funny," she said softly, scooting across the bed until her hand was just inches from my side. "If anyone else said that I'd probably be offended. But with you..." she shrugged and gave a cute little frown of uncertainty. "I kind of like it."

She bent to peck my lips, but I grabbed her hands and held her there for a long, slow, sensual moment. For a second she tensed but then she relaxed into it, her mouth opening hungrily and her tongue slipping between my lips.

When I finally released her she was breathing heavily and giving me a small, panting grin.

"Good night, Adrianna," I said as she stood.

She paused in the doorway and looked back. "Good night," she murmured. "Sir."

Then, she was gone.