On Your Knees, Stepsister

A challenge

LYLAH

Kaelin watched me, his expression hooded. He didn't utter a word, and neither did I. I guess that's it, then. I reached for my clothes and shamefully wore them, knowing he was looking, his eyes taking me in, or fixed on my red arsecheeks with his bloody prints on them. It hurts like s**t. I doubt I could sit well without wincing.

Dressed, I tied my hair up in a loose ponytail and strode to the door without turning to look at him. I didn't want to be more embarrassed than I was. I had just reached out for the doorknob when his statement halted me.

“Be home at six tomorrow, no second later. Don't play smart. It will only bring more punishment.”

My fist clenched on the doorknob, so tightly that I almost broke my skin. I bit my lower lip and opened the door, deciding not to say anything.

“What do you say to that, Lylah?” His voice stopped me once more. This time there was an underlying warning in his voice. It was the tone he had used when he warned me about being naughty.

I gulped and turned to him. “Yes… Daddy.”

Fuck!

How low do I have to go for him to take his fill of his deranged fantasy?

His face lit up, his lips lifting in a smirk as he lifted his right hand and dismissed me.

Fuck you!

I wanted to scream at him, to let him know just how I felt, but I knew that would only bring in more punishment. My arse was still hurting like hell with each step I took. I couldn't afford to poke the Lion.

I stepped out of the room and closed the door, slamming it shut behind me, so hard it rattled. It would be enough to show him how pissed I was, and how I wouldn't think twice about stabbing him.

I limped down the hall and out of the house, ignoring the guard by the gate. There was this knowing look in his eyes, one I didn't wish to read. He opened the gates, bowing as I walked out into the deserted streets.

I inhaled, stretching my arms like a bird that was just set free from its cage.

Fuck.

It had only been a few minutes or even an hour since I arrived, but it seemed like a century had passed.

I stretched, looked around, and hurried to my car. I got in and started it, taking off to my bar to see if Kaelin kept his part of the deal.

I winced in pain throughout the 20-minute drive to my bar. My butt was on freaking fire and I couldn't wait to return home and sit on a bowl of ice.

When I got to my bar, I expected George's men to be out, with their all black attire, guarding the place like they had done since that unfortunate night, but it was empty, deserted like it had never been before.

I got out of my car, cautious as I glanced around, to be certain it wasn't an ambush. The last thing I wanted was to get caught by George without knowing if Kaelin actually did something about it. It had, after all, been 25 minutes since I left his study.

I walked up to the front door, without being stopped and pushed it open, stepping into a place I hadn't been in for months, inhaling the stale air of dust and abandonment.

George didn't just shut it down and place his men around. The bastard destroyed my property.

I huffed out in annoyance, cussing him under my breath. I kicked an abandoned bench, cussing some more as I hopped around on my left foot.

“f**k you!” I yelled out in pain, clutching my right leg as the pain intensified. I hopped to the only chair that seemed to have survived whatever the hell happened in here, and plopped down on it to look around the place.

I had just sat down to start the calculations of what I needed to change when my phone started ringing. Puzzled, I fished it out of my pocket, my face darkening when I saw the caller's ID.

Why didn't I even think he was the one? The damned bastard.

I gulped, watching the phone ring until it stopped before it picked up again. I didn't answer the call until the fourth ring. Clicking on the green button, I placed it on my right ear, with my brows raised as if he could see me.

“Yes?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Kaelin?” Frowning, I removed the phone from my ear to check if he had disconnected, but he hadn't. “Kaelin, are you still there?”

“Are you aching to be spanked on your already sore butt?”

My heart dropped to my stomach, my throat drying instantly. I gripped the phone tightly.

I didn't like the way I reacted to his words, how much my brain kept replaying how painful the spanking earlier had been.

“I…”

I badly want to yell at him, to ask him to do his worst, but ….

Wait, a damned minute. He's at home, and I'm here. He won't hurt me. We won't even see each other until tomorrow. Before then, he must have forgotten about this.

I bit my lower lip, ignoring the rational part of my brain that was screaming for me not to do something I might regret. I pushed it out, kicking that thought to the back before it could make me go all cold over.

“And who are you to threaten me, Kaelin?”

I heard his sharp intake of breath, and despite the strong front I was keeping, I grew stiff, but I fought off that feeling.

“Doll…” He murmured in warning.

“What? Are you going to intimidate me with spanking my butt if I don't behave? f*****g hell, Kaelin, I'm not a damned child. I can do what the f**k I want!”

“Oh? Is that a challenge I hear?”

“Take it as whatever the hell you think it is. It's not like you can do more than spank me. Who knows if you know how to even screw a woman?”

“Do you wish to know if I can?” His voice was dangerously low, like a predator getting ready to pounce on prey.

“You can't. Even if you have a naked woman in front of you, you won't know what to do with her. I know because I witnessed it, Kaelin. You are such a p***y!”

I let my mouth run. Knowing he was 20 minutes away from me gave me the boost I wanted, fuelling me to say crazy words I wouldn't have said to his face…

“Why don't we check if I'm a p***y, pet? I will have you screaming so loud your throat would be sore for days.”

“Really? Can I pay to be less arrogant?”

“Unless you can afford it.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you calling me poor? You are only f*****g rich because of our parents' properties, your illegal dealings and the f*****g blood you had shed!”

“Language!”

“Or?” I challenged, wincing when I sat on the chair.

“Lylah,” he warned.

“I'm not f*****g afraid of you. It's not like you can come over here in a few minutes and spank me. I will be on my way home before —”

The words lodged in my throat when someone kicked the door open. Looking up in shock, all the words I wanted to say dried as the devil stepped in, looking pissed as hell, radiating fury and danger.