I want her to resist.
To fight me.
To pretend like I’m forcing her.
When we’ll both know it’s nothing of the sort.
It will really fuck with her mind and her sanity.
She’ll hate herself even more than she hates me.
All the touches, stripping, and eye fucking have been on purpose. To plant little seeds in her mind. To watch how her body responds and take note of her tells.
Now it’s time to take it to the next level.
And I cannot fucking wait. My cock leaks precum behind my jeans as I wet my lips and grip the open side of the door. It won’t fully open because of the padlock on the other side, but I’m able to stretch it enough to squeeze into the bedroom.
Ash is singing in the shower as I pad across her bedroom in my bare feet. I’m wearing only jeans on purpose. I need to crank her arousal to the max so she’s putty in my hands. I’ve seen the way she drools over my abs and my arms, and it won’t take long to bend her to my will.
I couldn’t risk being naked because it’d be too tempting to fuck her, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to resist.
Slowly and quietly, I ease the bathroom door open and slip inside. Ash is singing along to Olivia Rodrigo’s latest bestseller, and she’s actually got a decent voice. Steam swirls around her inside the shower stall, but I can see enough to know she has her back to me. I hold my breath and focus on not making a sound as I open the shower door and quickly step in before a breeze can alert her to my presence.
I start a slow perusal of her naked body, lingering on her toned back and the delicate curve of her spine. To most men, backs aren’t sexy. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever considered any woman’s back sexy until now. Ash’s back begs to be licked and bitten and sucked until she’s stamped all over with my mark. I’m painfully hard and straining against the zipper of my jeans at the thought of bruising and marking all that soft unblemished skin.
Diverting my gaze lower, I drink in the shapely dip of her waist, curve of her hips, and rounded globes of her exquisite ass. I lick my lips as I imagine parting her cheeks and burying my tongue in her puckered hole. My cock is leaking precum like I’m a horny teenager, and my fingers twitch with a craving to explore her naked body.
Grabbing body wash, she begins soaping up her body, and my gaze is drawn to her long slim legs, visualizing them wrapped around my head as I eat her out.
Fucking hell. This is a hellish form of self-inflicted torture.
A breathy gasp escapes my lips the same time my bare feet squelch on the slate floor. Her spine stiffens as she realizes she’s not alone. Before she can react, I dart forward, circling my arm around her waist and slapping my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Water streams down on us from the rainforest shower, plastering my hair to my brow.
I press my mouth to her ear. “Time for payback, dollface.”
In an unexpected move, she bites down hard on my hand, and I yank it back, chuckling and more turned on than ever.
“Get the hell out!” she yells, wriggling against my hold, and it only makes me more determined.
“No.” Pushing her forward, I flatten her against the glass, caging her in with my arm around her waist and my body flush against her back. Her tits are smushed against the glass, and I wish I had thought to put a camera on that side of the bathroom so I could watch the frontal view later. Ash continues to squirm, trying her best to break free, but it’s futile. I am way heavier, taller, and stronger, and I’ve got her trapped.
She’s not getting out of this stronghold, and she knows it.
Stretching my fingers up her body, I brush the tips against the underside of her heavy tit and groan at the back of my throat. My slutty little sis has an awesome rack, and I dream of squeezing her tits together and fucking them raw until she bleeds.
Shaking those thoughts from my sex-obsessed, Ash-obsessed mind, I concentrate on what I am here to do. If I don’t remain focused and hold our position steady, we’ll both go down, and it’ll hurt. That’s not my goal tonight. Tonight is about inflicting emotional pain as I seriously start toying with her feelings.
“Get your hands off me!” she demands.
I chuckle against her ear, enjoying when I feel her shiver against me. “No.”
“How’d you even get in here? My door was locked and bolted.”
I tut-tut in her ear. “Did you honestly think that would keep me out? Please.” Deliberately gliding my lips against the side of her jaw, I blow warm air into her ear, fanning it across her smooth skin. She visibly shudders, and I give myself a proverbial pat on the back. It really is too easy.
I am thankful she’s such a slut and so predictable.
She’s gagging for my cock, and I’m going to enjoy giving it to her—when the time is right.
