“I feel like my little sister needs to be taught a lesson or two. She clearly thinks she can cock tease her big brotherfor years and there won’t be any repercussions.”
When I glance down, I see him holding something—a piece of black lingerie, delicate and sheer. The thin fabric barely covers my nipples as he slides it over my breasts. My body jerks, the heat of the moment coursing through me, but I don’t get the chance to react before he ties the thin strings at my back.
“She’s going to do as she’s fucking told. No buts, no ifs, no fucking nos. She’ll surrender and obey. And only then, maybe... maybe I’ll think about letting her go.”
The words hang in the air, as if I’m not even here—like I’m some fucking item dangling from the ceiling. I bite back the urge to snap at him because obviously I can’t. But it’s clear now. He’s made his intentions so fucking obvious. This Christmas isn’t about a lovely reunion, or anything close to it. It’s about power, revenge, and getting under my skin until there’s nothing left but raw, desperate surrender. That’s what he always wants.
The thing is... after the shit I’ve been through tonight,and for the past two years, I’m not sure I care anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let him wreck me. Because the truth is, I don’t even know what the fuck I want any more or where my life is heading for that matter. All I know is, being here with him, I’m strangely safe, even if he plans to screw the life out of me, I’m going to secretly enjoy every damn second of this.
Next, his hands are on my hips, sliding a matching pair of panties up my legs. I can’t help but tense as they wedge far up my ass crack before he ties them into bows high on my hips, emphasising every curve.
He knows what he’s doing. He’s clearly thought about this more than fucking once. Creep.
And then I hear it—soft jingling bells. His fingers gently graze my neck, moving my hair aside before he brings a black collar in front of me, the row of silver bells on it tinkling in the quiet. The cool leather rests against my skin, and I gulp as he whispers against my ear.
“Just in case you try to escape me again… I’ll fucking find you. You won’t be able to hide from me with this beauty around your throat.”
The click of the buckle reaches my ears, and my throat tightens as he fastens it behind me, locking it in place. But despite everything, a needy little shudder runs through me.
My pussy is already betraying me.
“Then there’s this...” He lifts something into view in front of me, and my eyes widen. His low chuckle vibrates against my ear, muffled by the mask obscuring his face.
“Do you know what it is, bunny?” His tone is a taunt, thick with sadistic amusement.
I stay silent because I have no choice, but yeah, I know what the hell it is.
“Of course you do,” he sneers. “My little sister is an anal slut, after all.” The words pierce me, equal parts shame and heat blooming inside as he continues. “But don’t worry. Naughty girls always get plenty of dick in their ass at Christmas. And I can’t fucking wait to give you plenty of mine.”
I fixate on the glossy, black butt plug poised between his tattooed fingers, shining against the twinkling lights hanging above. A white, fluffy bunny tail is attached to it—a cruel fucking joke that doesn’t escape me.
“An hour with this buried inside your asshole while your cunt is fucked, filled, and ruined, and I’ll slide right in,” he says gravelly, voice dripping with filth.
His disgusting words send my mind reeling. Every syllable, every depraved threat, undoes me more. He’s mad—unhinged in ways I can’t fully understand—but God help me, I crave his degradation.
Still, I can’t help but wonder: how far does his depravity go? How much darker can this Christmas night fall? I guess I’m about to find out.
Istare down at her perfect, peachy ass, my thoughts coiling tighter with wicked plans. Dark fantasies pulse through me, daring me to push her further, to see how completely I can shatter her tonight.
No one can hear her—not her gasps, not her fucking screams. It’s just the two of us and this Christmas night that feels stolen, drenched in sin.
After lowering the butt plug between her legs and placing it on the fur blanket, my palm glides over the curve of her smooth ass, firm and possessive. I squeeze her juicy flesh, hard enough to leave angry marks, and she flinches—her body deceiving her as arches into me. Hooking my finger beneath the delicate string of her panties wedged tightly between her cheeks, I pull it aside with aching slowness, exposing both her holes to me.
Shifting closer, I press my groin against her, her bare skin flush against the rough denim of my jeans. My cock is already hard, leaking, throbbing against her, eager for relief, but I'm gonna play first. My hand slides lower, slipping between her thighs from behind, while my other hand trails up the front of her stomach, feeling the shivers scattering over her cold skin.
When my finger’s part her slick pussy lips, she sucks in a sharp breath. I explore her slowly, but roughly, rubbing herwetness across her swollen clit, coaxing it to ache under my touch. My fingers tease deeper, slick with her arousal, circling her entrance before gliding inside her cunt.
She clenches around me, her thighs tensing as I enter her, pushing further. My other hand sneaks under her bra, the thin lace no match for the greedy grip I take on her breast. Her nipple hardens beneath my palm as I squeeze, vicious enough to draw a gasp.
My fingers in her pussy move excruciatingly slow against her silky walls in a rhythm intended to push her right to the edge and hold her there. Her legs start to give out, the tension in her body unbearable. She wants to fall, but she can’t, not with me here and the chains keeping her swinging. She's forced to suffer. Caught between what she wants and what I won’t fucking give.
Then my fingers shift, dragging out and skimming higher, firmly circling the tight rim of her asshole. She stiffens instantly, her breath catching in her throat as I press against it.
My hand leaves her tit, moving upward to wrap around the front of her throat. I grip it fiercely, my fingers pressing into her delicate skin—a silent warning to fucking take it. Her pulse beats frantically against my palm as I force her head back.
I ease my wet fingers into her puckered ring. Her body fights the intrusion, the tightness making it nearly impossible to breach her. But I don’t stop. I press harder, until I slide past the barrier and into her, feeling the smooth heat of her forbidden walls around my digits as they force her to accept me.
Knuckle deep, I pause, then I pull my fingers out, before thrusting them back in. Her reaction is immediate—a low, breathy moan slipping against the tape.
