"What did you do?" I ask.
"I added a separate folder for unknown senders," he says. "Just don't open them anymore, okay? You don't need to see that."
"That'll be kind of hard to resist."
"You can do it. I believe in you," he says.
I laugh a little. "Yeah, right. Well, you're definitely the only one."
Nolan sits at the edge of the bed with his hands in his pockets and sighs. "I should let you sleep now. Come and get me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good night, Saige."
"Good night."
He leaves the room, and I wait a few minutes before I get up, dress, and use the bathroom. Once I'm back in bed, I grab my phone and stare at that picture of Dax in his tux. He does look really good in it, and I shouldn't miss him like this, but I do.
I type and delete several replies before I finally just set my phone aside.
It takes longer than I expected to fall asleep. But I'm glad the room smells like him…because that means he probably didn't notice that I do, too.
14
whiskey dick
Elias
I'm so fucking angry. I need to punch something.
I took an Uber downtown right after Saige and Nolan left and sat in a couple of bars alone, pre-gaming my problems away before the concert tonight. I tried to start a couple of fights, but no one was dumb enough to take the bait today.
Too fucking bad.
I can't believe she made me come in my fucking pants like that. I can't stop thinking about it, though—her round, bare ass across my lap, her cheek red from my punishment, the way she screamed and writhed against me. I couldn't stop myself from grinding against her, and when I did, she'd arch her back, and I'd get a glimpse of her pink pussy. So I just kept spanking her until her cheek was swollen, and my dick was about to fucking explode.
I've never been so turned on in my life. She deserves to be punished for that, too.
What was she thinking? The little pink-haired killer can't stop running her fucking mouth to me, even after she agreedto do whatever I fucking wanted. She knows what the consequences could be, and then she starts grinding against my dick like that?
I want to fucking choke her. But that turns me on, too.Fuck.
I'm going to have to do something about this, or it's only going to get worse. What's left of my rational side says I need to get my stepsister the fuck out of my house so that I can stop obsessing over her. It worked once before…eventually.
But the other side—the one that's much fucking louder now than it has been in years—tells me I'm wrong. I don't need to get rid of Saige. Saige needs to start getting on her knees and on her back and showing me how much she appreciates the benevolence I've shown the cunt who ruined my life. Especially after I've saved hers twice.
In fact, why hasn't she fucking done it already?
I could go home and tell her that the chores and the homework aren't good enough, and I want what she's giving to Dax and Nolan or the deal is off. I think she's expecting it, anyway.
But that's not what does it for me. She'd be angry, and that's not what I want. I want desperate. I want pathetic. I want my stepsister ashamed while she takes my dick any way I fucking want to give it to her. I want to watch the embarrassment burn her cheeks afterward while she knows she's too fucking weak for it to ever say no.
I want to be able to humiliate and degrade her the way I do now while we're both fully aware the moment I pull out my throbbing cock, she'll be on her knees.
But I don't know how to make that happen.
Dax said if I was just a little bit nice to her, she'd probably do whatever I wanted. Maybe he's right; I could try it. Not too nice, or she'd be suspicious.
