Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)

Chapter Eight

Avery's POV

I stayed on my knees on the floor of Leo's closet-room. My legs felt numb as I watched him casually eat the chips I had brought. He sat on the edge of the mattress, legs spread, chewing slow, and not once did he acknowledge my presence.

The feeling of being insignificant to him made my stomach flip in a pleasant manner. It made my p***y clench in an unusual manner, made my heart race in a different rhythm.

He... he called me his obedient c*m-slut while he used my mouth for the purpose it was made for.

I could still taste him on my lips, the feeling of unbelief washing through me. I had master's c*m in my mouth. I had swallowed it, every bit of it.

Oh f**k!

My guilty pleasure... it came true in a better way than I had imagined. I stared at his hands, the same hands that yanked my hair, that slapped me hard across my face for being disobedient.

And when he slapped his thick c**k against my cheeks... f**k! I felt whole that moment. Even if the world had ended, I would have been floating happily about.

Shit. I was still shocked that I managed to not show it, how high I held him. He did not know this, but to me... Leo was a god. A god that would tell me to do absolutely everything and I would do it in an instant.

Call it obsession. I called it worship. I called it being devoted.

Being his obedient c*m-slut was not an insult. It was a title. A claim. A shiver ran through me from my head to my toes. A bigger realization dawned on me.

He told me to come running whenever he called. That meant... this had become a thing. It meant he had become my master now.

A dizzy laugh bubbled up in my chest, but I swallowed it. My rudeness had worked. Pushing him, spitting on him, bringing chips instead of real food, calling him names, it had all worked.

I made him snap to his full potential.

I shifted on my knees. Heat bloomed down there, and as if finally realizing I was still in the room, he looked at me, gaze dark and unreadable.

"Why are you still here?" he asked with a bored look.

I gulped, shifting once more on my knees. "I... I was waiting for your permission to leave."

He stared at me for a long pause, as if trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. And after an exhale, he gave a slight nod toward the door. "Leave."

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, pushing myself up from the floor. My legs trembled as they took my weight. I had to hold onto the doorframe to steady myself.

I fixed my skirt quietly, but I could not do anything about my torn shirt, so with both t**s on display, I stepped into the hallway. The house was silent. My sisters were definitely not back, and Mum was probably lying in her room, eyes glued to her shows.

I placed a hand on the polished banister and began to climb. One step. Then another. My body was heavy, but my spirit was feather-light. If I had the strength, I would have thrown my head back and yelled. I would have screamed my triumph to the vaulted ceilings, to the sleeping portraits on the walls.

That I had been owned in the most beautiful, brutal way.

My only wish was to have Leo use me in this way every day, and I would be so grateful.

When I got to my room, I slipped inside, then closed the door behind me with a soft final click. I walked to my bed and plopped down fully on it with a fulfilled exhale.

I glanced at the ceiling, my heart still beating a wild, joyful rhythm against my ribs.

He f****d my mouth. I... I had his c**k in my mouth, pistoning in and out of it. I raised a hand slowly. My fingers went to my cheek, tracing the skin. It felt tender, slightly swollen from the slaps I had received.

The pain felt good. Like a mark. Like it was proof of what happened.

I touched my lips next. They were puffy, sensitive. The very lips that had stretched around his length. The same lips he had f****d so hard I could barely breathe.

A violent flip of sensation rolled through my stomach, a mix of remembered shock and dizzying pleasure. My body hummed with the memory.

And then the idea hit. It was so obvious, so perfect.

I rolled over and reached for my phone on the nightstand. My thumbs were clumsy as I navigated to my messages. It did not take more than seconds to find the chat with his name.

I gulped, chest tightening at what I was about to do. But still... I thought it was best I told him. I did not want to hide anymore.

I started to type, each letter a deliberate act, heart roaring loud in my head.

«I've always wanted you to claim me, master.»

I took a deep, shaking breath.

And I pressed send.

Finally, my secret was out. And all I could do was wait.

I did not know how long it took, but I waited right there in my room, fighting off the deep feeling to sleep as my tired body begged for rest. All I wanted was my master's response.

He had read it.

But I got no reply. Would my confession tip him off? Would he see me as an insane person who loves to be degraded?

Maybe I should not have sent it. Oh God, what do I do?

I kept on refreshing, eyes glued to my screen. And each time my heart sank lower. Maybe, maybe I scared—

Hold the damn thought!

I got a response!

«Tonight, I want you naked under the covers.»