We weren’tthatcareful, though. Not really.
We did try—kind of. We used condoms when we remembered, and I had a rough idea of my cycle’s fertile window. During those times, we tried a little harder to be careful, but most of the time…we just didn’t. Sometimes, he even begged to come inside me, and I didn’t say no.
And still, month after month, nothing.
Every time I got my period, every time I saw the blood, I told myself I was relieved. It was a good thing I wasn’t pregnant.
But I always cried in the shower afterward, claiming it was the hot water that made my face red and splotchy.
Rowen had me spread out on the bed, my arms cuffed to the headboard, my legs tied in what he referred to as a ‘Futumomo’. It was the same way he’d tied me up before I let him carve his initials into my skin so many months before, the night we were caught together, the last time either of us had seen our parents.
My mom never responded to my texts, never called or texted Rowen to tell him to get her a way to our house. If she didn’t want to be a part of it, so be it. Rowen was more than enough for me.
He’d been learning not to suffocate me with his love. I’d even been to the store in town a couple of times on my own, though I knew he was watching my location from his phone like a hawk.
I didn’t hate it, though, and sometimes, the car ‘broke down’ on my way home and I’d text him to come find me before taking off into the trees.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, finishing the tie on my right thigh. “You look a million miles away, baby.”
I wiggled, testing his restraints. Secure.
“Nothing, really,” I said with a small smile. “Just how much things have changed, how good they are now.”
He smiled back, but his eyes were dark, and the curve of his lips looked more sinister than sweet. “There is one thing that hasn’t changed, though, baby.”
My breath hitched as he lined his cock up with my entrance, both of us totally naked, our brands, his ink, on display for one another.
“My insatiable need to have you thoroughly wrecked every fucking day,” he growled before slamming into me with one, steady thrust.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he was thrusting slow and deep, holding my face to keep my eyes on his.
“That’s it, baby. You take it so well. Look at you, all needy for your stepbrother’s cock.”
He kissed me softly as he fucked me, his thrusts rough and possessive. Rowen took every opportunity to remind me I was his, so sex was hardly ever ‘love-making’, but that was fine. I wanted him any way I could get him.
“Row—” My own moans cut me off as I tightened around his cock, coming for him.
“Goddamn, Av. Just look at how pretty you are when you moan for me. Fuck, you’re so tight when you clench down on me.” His thrusts slowed just a bit once my orgasm faded. “I’m going to come too fast like that.”
I was confused when he pulled out and disappeared into our closet, but my cheeks burned when he returned with an anal plug, nipple clamps, and my favorite toy—the rose.
“I want you shaking and speaking in tongues before I even consider untying you tonight.”
I swallowed, knowing he meant what he said. Rowen had taken me to new heights, pushing my body and training it to listen and respond to him.
I had no complaints.
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer and covered the plug before dripping some onto my ass. After providing me the courtesy of a single finger as prep, he pressed the large plug against my tight ring, slowly stretching me.
“Fuck!” I cried as the burning sensation grew, the voices in my head telling me it was too much, to stop him before he hurt me.
“You can take it, Av,” he murmured, kissing my inner thighs. “Breathe and relax for me. You’re doing so good.”
I listened to him; I couldn’t help it. My breathing slowed and my body relaxed. He pushed the last of the plug in, but then the thing came to life inside me after a soft click.
Avibratinganal plug.
Jesus-fucking-Christ. This man was going to be the death of me.
