I ran up my mom's credit card bill and now my stepdad's making me work it off as in intern at his office. When I try to mess a few things up, hoping he'll fire me, it doesn't work. He knows exactly what I'm up to. I'm ready to beg and plead for my freedom. This is the summer before college. Only, the begging has an unexpected result. My stepdad loves begging. He loves me on my knees. And he especially loves it when I call him Daddy.

I ran up my mom's credit card bill and now my stepdad's making me work it off as in intern at his office. When I try to mess a few things up, hoping he'll fire me, it doesn't work. He knows exactly what I'm up to. I'm ready to beg and plead for my freedom. This is the summer before college. Only, the begging has an unexpected result. My stepdad loves begging. He loves me on my knees. And he especially loves it when I call him Daddy.

I never thought he'd see me naked... I’m home from college for Christmas, stepping into the shower when everything falls apart. Cold water shoots everywhere. I lose my balance and grab onto the shower curtain, but fall anyway. Of course it’s my stepdad who busts down the door, chest heaving as he assesses the situation. I’m naked and shivering on the floor. I thought I’d die of humiliation until I realize he’s hard as a rock.

Even though he's my stepdad, I call him Coach. He's the coach of my soccer team and so even though I'm eighteen, he still has the power to cut me off from the sport I love. So I have to follow his rules. That means no boys. I hated him for that, until I realized that no boys means I have room for a man.

How does that song go? “Love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm goin' down….” I’m claustrophobic, so I never thought that getting stuck in an elevator would be the best thing that ever happened to me. But it was. That’s because I got stuck with my stepdad, Stone. He did everything he could to keep me distracted. And I mean everything…

My Stepdad stretched more than my back... My stepdad's a chiropractor, so when I start complaining about my back, Mom suggests he gives me an adjustment. The only problem is, as soon as he starts touching me, my body reacts. Can he tell how wet I am, that I'm pressing against the table in search or relief? There's something different in his voice as he talks and then his questions get more and more personal. Is he thinking what I'm thinking?

If I’d known he wanted me from the start, I would have given myself to him a lot sooner... When Mom takes off yet again, I decide to stay with my stepdad, Logan. I’d rather stare out the window, watching him chop wood at the little cabin we rented than be at home, alone. But watching him does things to me. My body sparks to life as I see the flex and bunch of his muscles. But when he finds me watching him, his reaction isn’t what I expected. It’s not what I expected at all.