VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

STEP UNCLE'S PET #2

The sound of his zipper echoed through the pouring rain. No, this can't be happening. The horrid thought made my eyes go wide as I tried to yank my head up but his large hands pushed my head down against the marble headstone.

The impact of my head on the stone caused a metallic taste to fill my mouth. I didn't know if I'd bitten my tongue or my lip because I felt numb and detached, I couldn't feel anything.

I felt the cold rain patter against my bare ass as he lifted my gown up and yanked down my panties. The wet fabric clinging onto my back as shame washed over me. The same gown I wore to mourn my father, and now his stepbrother was exposing me in it.

“Please…” I begged as I clamped my thighs together, twisting my legs.

Silas’s large hands went between my thighs trying to pry my legs open but I twisted them tighter. Suddenly a wet smack echoed through the rain, the impact of his palm on my ass stung, sharp and hot compared to the freezing rain, making me cry out.

The throbbing heat of the impact made me freeze as my thighs parted just an inch. He took the opportunity to shove his expensive shoe between my feet, forcing my legs apart wider. I felt the blunt head of his c**k tease against my entrance.

There was no lube, just the pouring rain which made the contact cold and painful. A grunt sounded from behind as he buried himself deep in me.

The burning stretch of his c**k in me made goosebumps ripple around my skin as a gasp escaped my lips before turning to a sob.

He filled me instantly and not in a good way which made me cry out trying to claw my way out of this but it was no use. The marble was slippery, the scent of the rain and mud invaded my senses and all I could think of was Dad.

Why did he leave me?

Another grunt sounded from behind as Silas began thrusting into me. The silhouette of his shadows looming over me while my body jerked against the marble headstone with each thrust.

More tears poured from my eyes mixing with the rain as Silas continued his relentless pounding. The only thing I could hear was the sound of his skin slapping against my ass with every slam, I didn't even have the strength to beg anymore.

The grip he had on my hair tightened, burning my scalp, his breathing became ragged with every thrust, his grunt growing louder and erratic.

I felt his c**k twitch and expand before he pulled out, leaving me empty, he jerked himself a few times before his hot semen spilled across my bare ass. His c*m dripped hot on my exposed back before being quickly washed away by the cold rain, sliding down my thighs erasing the evidence of what happened.

My legs shook as his grip on my hair eased, I slid down the cold marble, feeling defeated as he calmly tucked himself back in his pants. I felt numb and filthy and that had nothing to do with the mud staining my dress.

“Get up.” He commanded with a cold voice.

He yanked up by the arm, forcing me to stand on noodle feet. My soaked dress clung heavily to my skin, pulling my weight down as he dragged me towards his car. My feet felt too heavy but I managed to drag them to his car.

The drive to the house felt endless, the world outside blurring into streaks of light and shadow. The moment we arrived at his sprawling mansion, Silas dragged me through the grand doors and pushed me into the luxurious bathroom.

I stretched my arms out just in time to stop myself from crashing into the massive marble bathtub, landing hard on the cold floor instead.

“Strip,” he ordered, voice low and commanding. “Get rid of those disgusting clothes and get in the f*****g bath.”

With shaky hands, I pulled the sleeves of my dress down, the fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and c*m-stained panties while Silas stood by the door, arms crossed, his dark eyes devouring every inch of my exposed skin.

I unhooked my bra and let it fall before standing on my feet leaving me in only pants. Silas strode across the room without a word and turned on the faucet. Warm water began filling the tub. “Step in.”

I obeyed, lowering myself into the rising water with only my soaked panties still on, the heat made my skin prickle with goosebumps. The moment I was submerged, Silas reached over, hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and yanked them down my legs, tossing the ruined fabric aside.

The warm water lapped against my cold, sensitive c**t, sending a shiver through me. Silas took off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt, and grabbed a soft sponge, lathering it generously with soap.

His large hands began scrubbing me roughly like he was cleaning something dirty, he squeezed my breasts hard, soaping them thoroughly, his thumbs brushing over my n*****s which made me whimper as I tried to twist away, but he pinned me against the tub with his body.

“Stop moving,” he growled. “You’re filthy, covered in grave dirt and your father’s failure. The least I could do is make you look clean.”

His hand moved lower, soaping my stomach, then between my legs. He forced my thighs apart with his knee and rubbed the soap roughly over my p***y, his fingers pressing between my folds. I gasped and tried to close my legs, but he didn’t let me. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, scrubbing me internally as the water streamed down my face, mixing with my tears.

I sobbed quietly as I tried to push against his chest but it was of no use. My body trembled and shame enveloped me as he fingered me deeper, his palm grinding against my c**t.

“Please… Silas… stop…” I begged but he only laughed as he pulled me up, spun me around and pressed my chest against the cold tiles.

I felt his hard c**k against my ass as he positioned himself. “You want to stop?” He demanded but I know it was rhetorical.

He rubbed the head of his c**k up and down my asshole, teasing me until buried himself inside me with a thrust. I cried out as my nails scraped against the wet wall as he started pounding into me.

Every thrust slammed me against the tiles, the sound of wet skin slapping and my broken sobs filled the bathroom. I felt nothing but humiliation and the burning fullness as he used my body. He finished with a grunt, spilling deep inside me and when he pulled out, his c*m mixed with the water ran down my thighs.

He turned off the shower and dragged my limp, shaking body out.

“Clean yourself up properly. Then get on the bed. We’re not done.”