On Your Knees, Stepsister

You deserve to be punished

The damned devil!

“Kaelin, we can —”

His lips lifted in a smirk and his eyes sparkled, cringing at the sides. “Are you scared?” He was taunting me, trying to get a rise from me, those grey orbs boring into mine.

I narrowed my eyes as they blazed with a fire we both knew all too well. “Who said I am?” I reached for his d**k, praying he didn't notice how my hand was shaking, the sweat that broke out on my forehead and my shaky thighs.

I was nervous as hell, fear gripping me tight like a blanket of thorns. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here, wouldn't be kneeling like a slut.

When I looked up at him and saw the challenge in his eyes, the glint that taunted me, daring me to actually do this, I knew I had to finish this.

I gulped, inhaled deeply before I leaned forward with my mouth open. His manly musk filled my nose the nearer I got to him. My fist tightened around the base as I snaked my tongue out and tasted the pre-c*m on the tip.

I didn't know what I was expecting, but the taste wasn't that great, salty with a bitter tang.

His d**k was warm. If it wasn't for the situation, I would have marvelled at how different it felt compared to how I had imagined it.

I peered up, meeting his gaze as he watched me with a bored expression on his face. It was back. That look he had given me when I stripped. It was on his face, full force.

I fought back those stupid tears that tried to raise their head like a cobra. There was no need to feel bad. This was Kaelin, a bastard. The devil in a human body.

I licked the tip once more, taking all the drops on it before I engulfed it. Okay, I didn't devour it like that. It felt foreign, having something that big in my mouth. My lips stretched out around it, and my jaw flexed. I stayed that way for a few seconds, letting my mouth get used to having his c**k in them, before I brought my head back slowly.

Kielan made a small sound at the back of his throat, but that was all, no sign that I was doing this well, nothing from him. I wanted to look up at him badly, to check if he had his head thrown back like those men in porn videos, but I dared not. It wasn't necessary. From the moment I knelt, he had looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here, not even affected by my nakedness.

Wait, why was I concerned about that? I was here against my f*****g will, sucking off a man I'd called my brother when our parents got married. It wasn't something to be proud of.

I took him in my mouth once more, pressing hard on the tip as I stayed put.

“f*****g bounce your mouth on it,” he growled. “Suck on that. Don't just leave it in your mouth.”

I glanced up sharply, narrowing my eyes at him, but couldn't say anything, not with my mouth stuffed with his d**k. I drew in as much breath as I could before I went to work, bobbing my head up and down his c**k, feeling the strain in my mouth. When it hit the back of my throat, I drew back, coughing.

“Is it too much for you?” Kaelin's voice was too soft. He was mocking me, rubbing it on my face that he was too big for me to handle. He must have known, from my clumsy method, that I was a virgin, one who hadn't seen a man's c**k physically until today.

I instantly regretted not pushing when I had the chance. If only I knew, I would have gotten enough experience so I could kick that on his damned face.

“I will teach you,” he continued when I didn't give a response.

I wiped my lips furiously. “I don't need that.”

“Oh, you do.” He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “Remember, Lylah, while in the bedroom, you are my pet, and I'm your master. You know that, don't you?”

“f**k you!” I growled, fed up with everything. “You are a damned brute and —”

His grip tightened until it felt like he might break my jawbone. His grey eyes blazed with a fury that froze me to my bones.

“I don't appreciate my pet cursing, Lylah,” he whispered, the low rumble vibrating on my body.

“Then you are f****d, Kaelin. You know I curse like a —” I cried out, tears pricking my eyes as I fought his grip, trying to push his hand off mine to stop his fingers from digging into my flesh.

“You deserve to be punished,” he rasped, pushing me back, so I fell on my arse.

“You damned motherfucker!” I yelled at him, getting up from the floor. “You know what? I'm damned done with everything! This was a mistake in the first place. I shouldn't have come!” My chest rose in quick succession as I glared, the smirk on his face irking me.

“Come here,” he commanded, an edge in his tone. He looked harmless, but the grit of his teeth, and how clenched his fists were, said something else.

“Why? I'm not your f*****g pet. You can —”

The words froze in my throat when he got up. Instinctively, I drew a step back, my mouth drying as he stalked towards me.

“You have been naughty, Lylah, and nothing girls get punished by their daddy.”

A laugh tore from my stomach, the type that rumbles through you before being let out through the throat.

“Daddy? How f*****g deranged are you, Kaelin? Is that what makes your d**k twitch?” I glanced down as I said that, looking at his d**k, which he hadn't even bothered to tuck back into his slacks. He only had his boxers and slacks pulled up enough to allow him to walk.

His lips lifted at a side, and his eyes sparkled with a promise of pain. "You will know how deranged I am after I train you into a perfect little girl."