Page 37 of House of Horrors

Ideas begin to form around the ways I can bring torturous pleasure to Jason, and I turn around, leaning against the bench.

“Normally someone is tied to that table and screams nonstop in this room,” he tells me. “Most of the time, they’re dressed as a zombie, and while you’re distracted by them, the doctor creeps around.” He looks around the room. “Think someone usually crawls out of a wall, too.”

The haunted house’s setup is fascinating, but right now I don’t care. I’m consumed by more important thoughts. I wonder if Jason knows that he will be the one on this table shortly. I look my stepbrother up and down and shake my head. That won’t do.

“What?” Jason barks, and my eyes narrow at his attitude.

“Take off your clothes.”

Jason arches a brow, entertained. “So, you think you’re the boss of me now, little sister?”

I give him a scolding look that says, try me.

He takes off his shirt first, and I suck in a breath of air as I realize that both of his nipples are pierced. More tattoos cover his body. A ram’s skull is splayed across his stomach. Spiderwebs loop over his shoulders, and a human-looking skull decorates his chest. I look down, and the happy trail of hair I find makes me want to forget about fucking Jason and throw myself on the table instead. I haven’t seen him without his shirt before, and somehow, he’s even hotter.

Jason grunts in response to my attention before taking off his belt, pants, and boots in a slow, unintentional striptease. I sharply inhale, resisting the urge to start playing with myself. Now that he’s naked before me, his erect cock standing proud with his piercings shining like a crown, I prowl closer. My hands touch his chest, needing to claim all of him before wrapping them around his shaft. Jason exhales loudly as I slowly begin to pump. He’s all mine. Operation: Make My Stepbrother Fall in Love with Me is a complete success.

“We could have been doing this sooner, but you tried to hate me.”

His eyes close, nostrils flaring, and I watch with satisfaction as his arousal pools at his slit. “That’s all in the past now.”

“I think that you should confess your sins. Confess how much you love fucking your stepsister.”

“I love fucking you. I’ve never seen a prettier girl or prettier pussy than you.”

“We’re going to work on your compliments.” I laugh as I lean down, my tongue flicking out to consume that bead of precum. One day, Jason will say I love you, but for now, I love fucking you works. The saltiness touches my tongue and I moan, pulling back to spit on his cock. My cock.

“Fuck.” Jason grunts, but before he has a chance to hold me down to choke on his hard length, I stand back up. I continue stroking his cock with a casual pace, my hands gliding more easily now it’s wet.

“So, how are you planning to fuck me?” His voice is raspy, a tinge of desperation like my words have been replaying over in his mind.

“Baby,” I purr. “I’m going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours.”

My hands slide off his cock and wrap around his waist so I can spread his cheeks. He sucks in a breath of air, and I press myself harder against his body.

“I bet your hole is begging for me. Begging for my tongue, for my fingers, for my fist.”

My eyes become hooded at the very thought of taking Jason, and I let go to reach up, brushing my thumb along his bottom lip.

“Will you beg for me?” I whisper. “Will you worship me?”

His Adam’s apple bobs, and then he nods. I watch with fascination as something flickers behind his eyes before he relinquishes control to me. It’s not like the forced begging earlier, the constant push and pull; Jason is willingly allowing me to take control. My heart swells with the knowledge that he’s given himself to me, that he trusts me to take care of him. That with me, he’s safe, and he knows it.

“Please, Daisy. Please, fuck me like the little slut I am.”

My pussy pulses at his confession. He begs so beautifully.

“You’re such a good boy.” His cock twitches against my stomach. Jason likes that. He likes that a lot. “I’m going to take care of you. You’re so perfect, I think you were made for me.” My hand trails back down his chest, and I squeeze his balls lightly. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be obsessed with me.”

I take a step back and pull Jason closer to the table. “Hop on.” He dutifully climbs up but hisses loudly while he positions himself on all fours.

“It’s cold.”

Moving around the table, I fasten the restraints. Straps bite down around his wrists, fixing him to the metal table so he’s forced to stay on his knees.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” I tell him with a sigh.

Biting my lip, I place the last heavy band across the backs of his knees and secure the buckle. I tighten the strap, immobilizing him so that he’s open and vulnerable, and Jason grunts in response. Seeing him with his back arched, his ass exposed, trapped where I can control everything…My head swims, thickening with lust. He’s everything that I’ve wanted and more.