On Your Knees, Stepsister

Feisty

KAELIN

Seeing her lower herself to the floor, my throat dried. This was happening, finally. I watched as her petals unfolded, showing a place I had always dreamed of, one I thought I might never get to see.

Lylah had her eyes closed to avoid looking at me. The hands she kept on her knees, as she widened her legs, trembled.

She was scared. As much as I wanted to be the devil, to throw everything away and take what I had always wanted from her, I couldn't. At least not now.

With my stepsister spread out on the floor, I walked to the small bar father had hidden behind his bookshelves. I got a whisky and a glass from it and strode back to my desk.

Lylah's eyes weren't shut anymore. They were open, watching me, questioning.

“Did you think I would f**k you now?” I asked with a smirk, watching her wince. She drew her lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it, averting her gaze, but keeping her legs open.

Good girl.

I poured a considerable amount of liquor into my glass and closed the bottle. Taking a sip, I savoured the burn in my throat. I took another sip before I turned to stare at her, fast enough to catch her watching, before she averted her gaze.

I took another swing of my drink, and when I turned this time to look at her, she was staring right at me, her gaze unflinching. The fire in her eyes was back, this time blazing.

She must have gotten used to having her legs spread out. Her cheeks weren't red anymore.

Smirking, I broke away from the stare and walked to my recliner, gesturing with my index for her to come over.

I wasn't expecting her to follow orders promptly, like the whores I had f****d over the years. She took her time. First, she closed her legs, and got her to the feet ever so slowly, dragging the time like we were in a f****d up slow-motion movie.

Her brown eyes burned with a ferocity I knew would have scorched me if I hadn't cornered her. It would have long melted me, from the moment I asked her to get on her knees.

Watching her size me up, I took another sip of my whiskey, showing her how patient I was. We, after all, still had six months. There was no need to rush it all. Soon, she will be mine… Every damned part of her will all be mine…

She walked around the table, with her head held high, her breasts jiggling with each step she took. She looked like the goddess of sin, the embodiment of temptation sent to transport the soul of a sinner like me into hell.

The truth?

I wouldn't even fight if she dragged me down with her. I will willingly go through misery if it means spending eternity with the only woman I love, by my side. Hell to me, would be Paradise if she would stand by my side.

My eyes trailed down her body to the sprinkle of red hair in her pubic region. I had always been a sucker for soft pubic hairs. Tugging on them while fingering women always sent them into overdrive. I heard it heightens not just the pain but the pleasure.

“What do you want from me?”

“Get on your knees.”

Her eyes flashed, and she clenched her jaw, her fists doing the same. For a moment, I thought she would take a swing at me, and I was prepared for it, ready to tackle her to the table and force her into submission. I craved that, wanted a scuffle before showing her who the boss was, but she disappointed me.

Biting her lower lip so hard, she almost drew blood. She got on her knees, her gaze levelled at me, and her eyes narrowed.

My d**k jumped on my slacks. Her defiant nature aroused me more than she even knew. If she ever got wind of it, she wouldn't be so defiant.

Kneeling before me, I couldn't help but marvel.

She really is gorgeous. More beautiful than any woman I had ever set my eyes on.

Her curly hair was as soft as it looked. I pull a strand forward and lay it across her bare collarbone.

Her breath hitched at the touch, but she didn't say a word as she looked at me, her eyes never leaving mine, almost challenging.

I knew what she was doing, showing me nothing would break her.

Up for the challenge, and knowing I would win,

I trailed my fingers up along her throat, where her warm skin pulsed beneath my touch. I traced her full, pale pink lips along her jaw and to her mouth before pushing my thumb between them.

“f**k!” I hissed when she bit down hard on my thumb. “What the f**k did you think you are doing?”

She bared her teeth like a wild animal, hissing like an annoyed cat. “Using my teeth. Isn't that what you want me to do?”

“Oh?” I chuckled. I wouldn't say I wasn't enjoying this. For a moment there, I had thought she would dutifully take everything I dished out without fighting back. It would have been a shame.

Grinning, I placed my hand under her jaw, tightening it as I brought her face closer, enough to whisper, “Try that when it's my c**k in your mouth and see what happens.”

Her eyes went wide at the threat as she stared straight at me, searching. She must have seen what she was looking for because she recoiled, but not for long.

“Remember, Lylah. You are my pet for six months, and you will do anything your master asks of you unquestionably. If you step out of line or disobey me, I will discipline you.”

“You can't —”

“Punish you?” I finished for her. “Try what you did again and see. You should have known by now that I don't lie.”