He draws back, sweet agony singing its song as he slams back into me. This position is so open, intense, that I can’t even get a proper grip on him. My hands are everywhere, begging for purchase before he snatches my wrists and plants them on the counter beside me.
“Let me fucking take care of you,” he snarls through gritted teeth. “Take it all, pretty girl.”
“Kaden,” I sob, the tears falling as it all becomes too much. My walls are fluttering around him, overstimulation wracking my being as the edge of the counter bites into my ass.
“My good little sister,” he grits as he grabs my cheeks roughly and runs his tongue along my flesh to collect my waterworks. “Fuck, you taste so good when you cry for me.”
He fucks me with abandon, our skin slapping obscenely loud as my brain becomes muddled. There’s a dull ache beginning between my overextended legs, but it’s lost on me as I bear down. My pussy clenches like a vice, creating friction as Kaden battles to keep going. He pushes against that invisible wall, and my body does something it’s never done before.
Pressure releases, taking my breath with it as my vision blanks, and a breathless scream crests past my lips. Fingers are shoved into my mouth, causing me to choke as an embarrassing amount of wetness paints over us.
“That’s fucking beautiful, Melody,” Kaden rasps, as he stares down at our joined bodies with wicked delight. There’s something almost delusional in his eyes, as if he were just given something unexpectedly perfect. “I’m going to make you do it again.”
My cheeks are crimson red as I shake my head. His fingers are prodding the back of my throat, testing my gag reflex as his gaze snaps to mine.
“You don’t have a fucking choice,” he whispers, kissing my temple. “Not when it comes to me, Sunny.”
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, a trail of saliva connecting to my lips. He shoves his digits onto his tongue, moaning at the taste of me before he extracts them, and his hand dips between us. He finds my clit, using our spit to lubricate as he presses down on me.
That pressure is starting again—building lazily as I stare at him with panic. “W-what was that?”
He chuckles breathlessly. “I made you squirt, little sister, and you’re going to do it again for me. I want this floor soaked so I can watch you clean it up.”
“No,“ I beg, before he sets his brutal pace again, and my words become lost to the pleasure.
He tilts his head tauntingly, his voice crooning and strained. “What’s wrong, St. Melody? You don’t like what I do to you? The control I have over your body?” He punctuates his words with a thrust, rocking into me so deep that it makes my toes curl.
My mouth moves frantically, a sentence begging to be formulated. “Don’t—“
His fingers press harder, tightening the tension. “Don’t what? Use your words.”
He’s messing with me—showing that he has all the control. He knows I can’t think. All I can do is ride it out until he’s done with me.
“That’s what I thought,” he bites, his movements becoming sloppy. “Take it like the good fucking girl you are.”
The pressure becomes unbearable. It squeezes from me for a second time, and I whimper loudly as I soak us. My release runs down my legs and dampens Kaden’s pants. I pant heavily, my body feeling like a big sore as my limbs turn to jelly.
“You were made for me,” Kaden praises possessively into my hair as he untangles my limbs. My other foot finally touches the floor, and I feel like I could sink to my knees with the humming deep inside of me. My thighs are sticky and coated in juices, making my nose wrinkle.
“You’re not done,” Kaden says as he snatches the hair at the nape of my neck tightly. “Get on your fucking knees and taste yourself.”
That invisible tether pulls me—a leash wrapped around my neck as I obey. I sink to the floor, getting a good look at the mess I’ve made. Clear droplets are sprayed across the marble, marring the surface with my release. Kaden uses my hair to push me down, my nose bumping against the cold floor as I close my eyes and lavish over the spots with quick passes. The taste is heady and salty, and the act itself makes more heat blossom in my stomach.
Do I like this?
Being controlled by him?
“My good fucking girl,” he praises softly above me. It makes my thighs shift to hear his approval. “I won’t need a collar for this pretty neck. You’ll fucking crave my touch, Melody. I own you.”
Something new and sultry forms in me. I’ve done my own research on dynamics since The Hunt. Call it an inquisitive nature, but it’s a lifestyle I find myself falling easily into as I turn to look at him over my shoulder. I glance up through my lashes, my voice soft and submissive. “Yes, big brother.”
He grabs my chin, anchoring me in place as his gaze becomes consuming. “I fucking love it when you call me that.”
There’s shuffling toward the head of the stairs. My heart slams painfully, but I know better than to look away from him. I trust him. He wouldn’t let us get caught.
“What was that?” Mom whispers in the distance.
“I don’t know,” Dad says. “The kids were doing the dishes. Maybe they dropped something?”
