"I know, but my hand! It's an open wound and—" I stopped short when I saw what was in his hands. Handcuffs. His eyes went to the bed, and a slow, evil grin spread onto his face. I stepped back, stumbling on the small wood stack by the fireplace. I looked down and saw the hatchet beside it. Slowly, I bent down and picked it up, my hand shaking.
Priest laughed. "What are you planning on doing with that? I doubt it can even cut the wood it was sitting next to." He took a step forward, and I waved the hatchet wildly.
"Don't come near me," I warned, but even I knew my threats were nothing. I was smaller than him, injured, and the weapon I held was more decorative than deadly.
"Laney, you wouldn't hurt your big brother, would you?"As Priest moved toward me, my heart beat faster, beat louder, and I couldn't move, couldn't think until he was snatching the hatchet from me and tossing me onto the bed! I screamed as I used my hand to catch myself. The weight came down hard and tears burst from my eyes as white hot pain shot through my body.
Priest yanked my arms up and quickly handcuffed my wrists to the bedposts, stretching my arms as far as they could go. I kicked my legs but I could feel the heavy blanket of desire sliding over me as he ran his hands up my calves and to my thighs, pausing at the apex of my thighs. My body relaxed, but I continued to struggle against my restraints, knowing it waspointless to fight. Fight what exactly? I loved Priest. I wanted Priest.
I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of him not even an hour ago, his thick, rigid length sliding in and out of me. I needed that feeling again. I needed pleasure, I needed... him.
A groan escaped my lips and Priest chuckled as he loomed over me, resting between my thighs.
"Laney, baby, you have such a pretty pussy. You know that?" His pointer finger slid along my slit, teasing me. "And you're wet. Is this from before, or do you want more?"
"More." I arched my back. I wasn't sure where the words were coming from, but I knew them to be true. I needed more of Priest.
"More what?" His words were sharp, and I knew what he wanted me to say. I knew because I wanted to say them as well. The knowledge that what we were doing, how we felt, was forbidden only spurred our lust for each other. If telling him what he wanted to hear helped us both get to the finish line, I'd shout it for everyone at the hotel to hear.
"More, big brother. I want more of you!"
He removed his shirt. His muscles were sharp and beautiful, each line a testament to how long we'd both waited to be together in this way. He undid his belt. I let out a loud gasp as he slid his boxers down, revealing my name inked on his body, right at the V-line.It was real.
"I did that for you, Laney baby."
My body screamed as my longing became too much. It physically hurt to not have him touch me. Priest chuckled and trailed his finger across my inner thighs. I stared at his hard cock. My mouth watered at the thought of it in my mouth. I wanted to taste every part of him.
"I know what you want, and I'd love to give that to you Laney, but you didn't listen to me. I told you not to move, and you did."
I blinked rapidly as he moved away from me. My body screamed for him to come back. He returned a second later, holding up the hatchet. His beautiful green eyes shone with something... terrifying, and he turned back to me.
“Looks like I’m going to have to teach you how to listen.”
Rule 52 - Priest
You can make it fit.
"What do you mean?" Laney's voice shook as she eyed the hatchet in my hand. I lowered the weapon between her legs and whirled it around, resting the wooden handle against her folds. Her brown eyes widened and she shook her head. "Priest, please."
I grabbed her skirt, the only thing left from the maze, and tugged it down and off her completely. Laney was something to behold, naked and handcuffed. This was the second time I'd gotten her like this. It was a good look for her. Splayed out and at my mercy.
"Please what? Because all I asked you to do was not move, and you couldn't even do that. Now, you're not going to go anywhere until I say so.”
I dropped the hatchet, letting it sit right at her entrance. I leaned forward, taking one of her tight, brown nipples into my mouth. I bit down hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp from her and then licked it, moving to the other breast to do the same. Her moans of pain turned to those of pleasure. "How long will it take for you to learn how to listen to your big brother, Laney?"
"I can listen," she said. "I promise."
"Mmm, I think you'll have to do better than that. Do you remember—" I ran my tongue down her chest to her navel. "How often Dad would beat me for doing something bad, but only scold you for doing the same thing?"
"That was years ago!"
I parted her pussy lips and flicked my tongue across her clit. "It used to piss me off so much. Why should you go unpunished? You were a spoiled little princess, and it only made me want to hurt you more. I knew, when I finally got my chance to make you mine, I was going to punish you the way you should have been punished then."
"You were my protector!" She cried out. "Don't you remember?"
I tried to silence her by running my tongue down her wet pussy. Our juices from before only turned me on further. By the time we left this hotel, I was going to make her pregnant.
Fool! You're never leaving this hotel!
