Mag-log inAima's POV
I hesitated, then parted my lips, sucking his fingers clean. The act felt filthy yet thrilling. And satisfying. He watched me with hungry eyes.
“Good girl.” He positioned himself higher, his cock resting on my stomach. “You’re going to learn to obey me this weekend with every touch I place on your body.”
He kissed me then, deep and possessive, claiming my mouth as his fingers had claimed my pussy. I melted into it, my wrists tugging uselessly at the silk ties and when he pulled back? I was breathless.
“Now spread your legs wide. I'm going to eat out this tight little cunt.”
“Oh Marcus…”
Desperate for his lips on my pussy, I spread my legs wide.
“So pink, so sexy, you smell like heaven.”
He ate me out with ruthless skill, his tongue flicking my clit while two fingers pumped inside me again. Another orgasm ripped through me quickly, leaving me sobbing with pleasure.
“Please… Marcus… I need you inside me,” I begged my voice breaking with need. “Nowww”
He rose, gripping his cock and rubbing the thick head through my folds. “You’ll take every inch, Aima. And when I fill you up, you’ll thank me. Understood?”
“Yes I understand, just—awwwww”
He pushed in slowly, stretching my tight pussy. I screamed loudly at the fullness. Inch by inch, he sank deeper until he bottomed out, his balls pressed against my ass.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. He began thrusting, long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce. The headboard shook with each slam. My bound hands gripped the ties, my body surrendering completely.
Marcus fucked me harder, one hand on my throat, the other pinching my nipples. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped. “Stepbrother… I’m. Your. Little. Slut.”
The dirty words pushed him further. He pounded into me relentlessly. Slam after slam.
“Damn, Marcus you fuck so good.”
“I do huh,” he repeated with each slam. I bet your pussy ass boyfriend can hit this way.”
“He can't…oh god I'm gonna cum again.”
My walls clenched tightly around his dick as I came again, my toes curling and my thighs vibrating vigorously.
He didn't pause for my orgasm. Instead he flipped me onto my stomach, re-tying my wrists so my ass was raised high.
This new angle let him drive even deeper, reaching places he didn't reach before. His hand came down in light, stinging slaps on my ass cheeks, turning them pink.
“Submission training starts now,” he said between thrusts. “You cum when I say. You beg when I want.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, pushing back against him, craving more.
He reached around to rub my clit while fucking me from behind. The dual stimulation sent me spiraling into yet another orgasm. Marcus growled in approval, slowing his pace to savor my contractions.
By the time he untied me temporarily for a break, my legs were jelly. Cum from my earlier orgasms mixed with my juices, making my thighs shiny.
“Youll remain obedient while I stuff this dick in you for the third time, We're not done until I say so.”
“Yes, yes that's what I want.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Marcus.”
He gripped my chin immediately.
“You'll call me daddy.”
“Yes daddy”
“Yes daddy what?”
“Yes daddy I… I'll remain obedient.”
“Good. You’re learning fast,” he praised, stroking my hair. “My perfect little stepsister.”
Then he pulled me up and bent me over the bed. “Arch for me. This pussy is mjne”
He gripped my hips tightly, slamming into my soaked pussy with renewed ferocity. My face was pressed into the mattress, to keep my loud moans muffled.
He held my both hands in one firm palm, keeping me helpless as he used my body.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted. “First time taking my cum deep inside this tight cunt.”
“Yes! Please, Marcus… breed me,” I begged, lost in submission.
His thrusts became erratic, deeper, more primal. I felt another orgasm building, stronger than the others. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing furiously.
“Cum with me,” he commanded.
We exploded together. Marcus roared as he buried himself to the end, thick ropes of hot cum flooding my womb. I screamed in ecstasy, my pussy milking every drop. He kept pumping through the climax, ensuring I took it all.
When he finally pulled out, a gush of his cum dripped from my swollen pussy, running in thick white trails down my trembling thighs. The sight made him groan with possessive satisfaction.
Then he freed me and pulled me into his arms, kissing me softly now. “This is just the beginning of the weekend. You belong to me now, Aima.”
I curled against his chest, sore, satisfied, and utterly claimed. “Yes, stepbrother. I’m yours.”
Noelle's POVThe morning sun over the marina should have felt like a victory, but the sudden buzz from Nash’s phone shattered the quiet calm of the yacht’s master cabin.I sat up in the plush bed, pulling the silk sheet over my chest as Nash answered the call. We had spent the previous night celebrating his release from prison and using the evidence I and Miller secured from Saul's tablet to clear his name and free him from the false fraud charges. For a few brief hours wrapped in his arms at sea, it had felt like the nightmare was finally over.Then I watched the color drain from Nash’s face.His jaw set into a hard, rigid line, the thick muscles along his shoulders locking tight. He didn't say a word to the caller; he simply ended the call, set the phone on the wooden nightstand, and stared out the cabin window at the rising sun."Nash?" My voice was barely a whisper as I reached out, resting my hand against his warm, broad back. "What happened? Is it Saul?"I didn't really mean th
Noelle's POVNothing happened.Saul stared down at the small black box in his hand, his face turning pale. He slammed his thumb on the red button three more times, his knuckles turning white. "What is this? Why isn't it working?!" he screamed, his calm, arrogant front completely collapsing.Miller let out a cold, sharp laugh from where he stood. "Did you really think I’d bring Miss Noelle into an unsecured location without cutting the local radio frequencies? My team installed signal jammers around this entire block five minutes before we stepped through the front door. Your wireless detonators are completely useless, Saul."Saul’s eyes went wide with pure horror. "Kill them!" he shrieked to his mercenaries. "Kill them all now!"Before the four guards flanking him could even raise their heavy rifles, the heavy metal roof above the warehouse shattered with an explosive crash.Black ropes dropped from the ceiling, and four men dressed in tactical gear from top to bottom swooped inside,
Noelle's POVThe piercing blue and red lights reflected off on our vehicle, casting a harsh glare over Nash’s face. The sirens echoed off the surrounding shipping containers, were loud and relentless."Nash Waylon! Hands on the steering wheel! Step out of the vehicle slowly!" the voice over the loudspeaker repeated, tight and authoritative.My chest tightened as panic surged through me all over again. "Nash... they think you did this. Saul framed you!"Nash didn't flinch. His thick hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. His dark eyes darted to the side mirror. From the look on his face, I could tell he was calculating angles, escape routes, and risks. He wasn't afraid of the police, but his eyes softened the moment he looked over at me, taking in my pale skin, my bruised wrists, and my trembling frame."Stay calm, Noelle," Nash said, his voice surprisingly quiet and controlled despite the chaos outside. "Saul used his connections in the city department to pull a
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