On Your Knees, Stepsister

Is this how it feels?

LYLAH

I closed my eyes briefly, trying to digest his words. Pinching my brows, I wondered what I did in my past life, the crime I might have committed that brought me to this reality.

“Remove your clothes.”

The order washed over me, his indifferent voice ripping my thoughts away from the path they were treading on, so I could focus on him.

I swallowed, opened my eyes to look at him, trying so hard not to shiver from the intense stare.

“Why should I do that?” My words came out stronger than I was feeling. While it felt like I might jump through the window at the slightest provocation, I sounded strong.

He quirked an eyebrow, his mouth pulled up in a thin line as he watched me. He didn't need to say a word. The warning in his eyes was clear.

“I…” I swallowed, wetting my lips.

“You signed the contract, Lylah. You knew what you were doing when you ran your mouth while on a call with me. Are you trying to shy away from your punishment?” He straightened, looking down at me with a bored expression, one I'd seen countless times.

I hated it. It made me feel less of a woman, like I wasn't attractive enough. I just didn't understand why he wanted me if he didn't like me. To humiliate me?

That sounds so much like him. All my life I had been tormented by him, followed by the damned boy who took pleasure in taking everything from me.

I just… I couldn't let him take the last laugh now, even though it seemed that way. He was holding the strings, and I was the puppet, doing his bidding.

Not for long. I will have to play along until I find his weakness, something I could destroy him with. Then everything will be over.

Glaring, I drew up from the chair, my knees shaking. “Are you going to spank me?”

His lips lifted, and he shook his head. “No.” His eyes gleamed, letting me know whatever the hell he planned would be worse than a spank.

“What's it?”

“Just do what I say, pet.”

“But —”

“I only need a positive affirmation from you, baby girl. What would that be?”

I could feel my face heating and my nails digging into my palm as I nodded, whispering, “Yes, daddy.”

God, just give me the strength to endure this until I have the strength to fight back. Until then, I will keep swallowing everything.

“So…”

“I will do it.”

For the second time that day, I got naked in his presence, in a deserted bar, nonetheless.

“Good.” He smiled, walking over to me. He took my hand in his and led me towards the back door, with my clothes discarded on the floor in the main area.

I didn't ask how he knew his way around my bar when we finally got to my office. I followed him, swallowing back my humiliation when I thought of my workers seeing me in this state. Thankfully, we were alone. They wouldn't know unless I told them.

Surprisingly enough, my office wasn't touched by those who wreaked the general area. Everything was just the way I had left it.

He led me to the desk and pushed me down gently on it, getting in between my legs. Blue eyes locked with mine and he smiled.

“Are you scared?”

“Is that even a question?” I shot back, swallowing hard when his eyes clouded.

Oh, oh, he's pissed.

Well, I would be damned if I didn't give a retort or two and just accept whatever the hell he dished out like that.

“You, my naughty little girl, deserve to be punished.”

“I'm not little, you are just a year —”

My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders when he bent to draw a n****e into his mouth, suckling so softly, giving a tiny little flick of his tongue.

I opened my mouth as a gasp left it, my body shaking. I'd never felt this way. Having someone's mouth on my n*****s made me feel so many emotions that, for a moment, I forgot we were step-siblings.

When he circled his tongue around my left n****e before biting it, I lost it.

“Oh… oh, God!” I cried, my hands dropping from his shoulders to grip the desk, so hard, I knew I might get a wound when all this is over.

My p***y clenched, my stomach flipping so hard, I almost fell back from the force. Was it supposed to feel like a way? Like his lips would engulf me, sending me into a volcano?

He treated my right n****e with the same

attention he gave my left, my body burning with the fire he was stoking with every lick, every nibble, every tug.

“f**k, I —”

He paused and looked at me, his eyes clouding, just like a storm ready to unleash havoc.

“You don't cuss with me, baby girl. If you need something to moan to, my name will suffice.”

For the first time, I had no comment for him. My body was still shaking from the shock of having his lips on me, on how pleasurable everything felt.

My p***y throbbed, seeking something, just anything, to soothe the need growing within me.

“Kae —”

“No, just call me Daddy. I love that.” He chuckled when I narrowed my eyes at him. “You will call me that, won't you?” He moved away, taking with him that delicious lips that were doing so much to my body just by latching on to my n*****s.

I pushed up on the desk, and frowned at him, wondering where he was going, and if this was just it when he ordered.

“Get down from the desk and turn over.”

I must have been high from whatever he drank because I didn't question him. I got down from the desk and turned, lying back on it and widening my legs when he asked for it. I even removed my hair out of the way, placing them on my shoulders, with my eyes closed, wondering if he would f**k me, just to ease the need I feel down there…