Hockey Brother's Obsession

Reward

Cicero turns around to face me. I take a hasty step back, then another, until my ass hits the bike behind me.

I run my fingers around the bike, searching for a non-smooth surface to anchor my fingers while keeping my eyes on Cicero.

There is blood on his lips, and as he walks toward me, unhurriedly, I get terribly terrified when his eyes don’t leave my face.

He stops in front of me and asks. “Are you going to say thank you or not?”

“Thank you?” I croak, tightening my hands on the bike behind my back.

A wave of air blows, and my body feels hot and flushed, my breasts heavy, and my n*****s hardening as they rub against my bra.

“I should tell you thank you for killing a man you brought to taunt me?!”

“Yeah, but I also removed him,” Cicero says. “So, where’s my reward?”

“Reward?” I almost cry as I try to slide sideways around the bike to get away from him. But he takes a step forward and blocks my exit. “You hired my emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend to torment me, Cicero!”

“I didn’t know he was emotionally abusive,” Cicero replies. “Hell, I didn’t even know you had the boldness and effrontery to be with another man in college, Nelle. You should have seen my face when I found out you had tons of them. Some made it to the boyfriend list, some f**k buddies, and some… well… one-night stands.” He looks hurt… very hurt.

And his hurt is a feeling he doesn't ever show.

“Just that one time that I decided to let you be, let you enjoy some freedom, and come back to me afterwards. That was what you were doing? Cheating on me with random men?”

“I don’t owe you anything, Cicero!” I feel like screaming so the whole world would gather and help me speak some sense into this man. “You are my brother; we were never dating. I have every right to leave my f*****g life.”

“I am the only one allowed to suck you, to f**k, gag you, spit on you, hurt you, tie you up. I am the only one allowed to do s**t to you!” he snaps, startling me. “For four years!” he continues, his two hands circling my throat instantly.

This close, I can smell the blood on his lips and teeth. The scent is strong, like iron in my mouth.

“For four years you went to college; I was f*****g celibate.” He spits out. “I kept myself for you; I waited for you. I exercised, ate healthy, took my vitamins, trained hard… Every single thing I knew you’d wanted.”

I can barely breathe; I’m choking. But I’ve done this before. This isn’t the first time.

Over time, I’ve learned that it's best to relax and try to breathe as slowly as you can afford.

With Cicero, struggling won't cut it; it will only make things worse. So, I relax my frame and watch him, tears spilling down the sides of my eyes.

“I made you proud, Little mama.” He continues. “I thought we were on the same page. I had no idea you were letting some Buffoons touch…what’s…mine.” He groans painfully.

Then he takes a deep breath and releases my throat forcefully while yelling like he’s in severe pain.

I slump to the ground and quickly take in deep, hurried breaths.

With Cicero, one can’t be too sure; he might want to do this s**t again, so I need to get air in my lungs as fast as possible.

He turns back to me and bends to level his body with mine. Then he runs the back of his palms over the exposed parts of my arms and takes in a deep breath like a crazed lunatic.

“How could you betray me, Nelle. This is supposed to be mine, and mine alone. Just like I’m yours alone.”

I swallow hard, staring blankly at him. I can’t tell him why I was running a marathon sexcapade in college.

It will drive both of us into a rabbit hole that would be hard to come out of.

He stands and forcefully pulls me up by my arm. Then he leans into me, holding me from behind for extra stability.

“You just gave me a long list of men to hunt down, sweet Nell.”

“Oh my god, no. Cicero, no. These men are innocent for f***s sake. It was just s*x!” I scream at him. “s*x and orgasm. That’s all.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “I intend to be the only one giving you any of those, henceforth. In fact, I’ll be the only one touching you. You don’t need anyone else, alright?”

I stare at him, baffled with his line of thought.

He leans forward, closer to my ear. “So, where’s my reward?” he asks again and steps between my two legs, forcing them apart.

I feel one strong thigh press on my core, making heat pound down to my cunt.

“Wha-What reward?” I squeak, trying to back away from him. But his knee traps me in place.

“You,” he replies. “On your knees with my c**k in your mouth.”