Chapter 4: The video

(Ariana’s pov)

I tried to cover myself with my hands and some of my clothes lying around. “Jackson! Get out!”

He did not move; he had this cruel smirk plastered on his face. His eyes moved over my naked body. “Damn, little sis. I knew you were just pretending to be innocent and naive, but moaning for my dad? That’s next level.”

“Leave, Jackson,” I shouted again.

“Leave. NO, that won't be happening, darling. Wow!" He said as he stared hungrily at my body. He walked closer to me, still holding his phone in his hands.

“Turn that off!” I shouted, and my voice broke; I already started feeling the tears gather.

"Why would I?” He said as he lifted my chin with his fingers; I was looking directly at his eyes now. "Fuck little Ari, you clean up nice.” He reached for one of my boobs; I slapped his hands away.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

I tried to grab the phone in his hands, but he was too fast. “Too late. I got the whole thing; I already sent it to my backup phone.”

Jackson laughed and walked back to the door and locked it with the key. "That's how you lock a door.” He walked back to me. He held up his phone and played the video. I could hear my own voice moaning, “Daddy… fuck me.”

My face went pale; I felt sick to my stomach. “Please delete it. I’m begging you.” Jackson walked closer. “Why would I delete it?

He sat near me. “What do you even see in him? He's 2 times your age." I kept quiet.

“Answer me, Goddammit.” He shouted as he hit the bed with his hands. I still stayed silent; I was scared. I didn't know what to say.

"Fine, since you want to be like that, how about I just send this video to Dad and your mother?”

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I dropped to my knees. No…no, Jackson, please don't do this. Please, I'll do anything.”

"Hmm, anything?” he said as he pressed his hand to his head and thought for a while.

“Yes, I'll do anything; I'll do all your chores, wash your car, clean your room, anything. " I pleaded, still on my knees.

"No, that's too boring.”

"Wha…what? Name what you want me to do; please just delete the video. Mum would disown me if she saw that.”

“Delete it…nah! Why would I do that? This is gold. Now you’re going to do exactly what I say, or I will send this to everyone. Your friends, your school group, even Dad.”

My heart sank. “Jackson… please. I’ll do anything.”

He smiled. “Good. From now on, you will be my personal fuck doll. Whenever I want, however I want.”

“No.”

“No? Do you want your mom to see this?” He played the video again.

“Fine, I'll do it.”

​“It wasn’t your choice to make in the first place; you're still going to do it.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my legs. "I'm going to fuck you till you forget about my dad.” I nodded.

“Now start by spreading your legs again. Let me see that pussy you were playing with.” I was still shaking, but I was too scared to say no. I slowly opened my legs.

Jackson stared at my wet pussy. “Good girl.” He reached out and ran his fingers over my clit. I moaned softly

“This is just the beginning, Elliana,” he said with a weird smile. “And if you behave, maybe I won’t show Dad what a dirty little slut his stepdaughter really is.”

“Maybe? What do you mean by maybe?” I asked. “I agreed to do this; you're supposed to delete the video after.”

“I never said that, plus you agreed already. And now, for talking back, you get two strokes,” he said as he unbuckled his belt. I gulped.​

“Now go there and bend over.” He said as he pointed towards my vanity mirror.

I walked towards the mirror, even though my legs still felt weak, and I bent over. Jackson was still pulling his pants and shirt; his dick was already so hard and thick.

"What?" he snapped at me. "Nothing," I whispered.​

He walked towards the mirror and shoved all my makeup and perfumes to the floor. I heard some glasses shatter. I was about to check which glass broke, but Jackson dragged me back and pinned my head down with his hands.

“Where do you think you're going?” he said as he flexed his belt in his hands.

“You broke my perfume bottle and makeup," I whispered.

"Do you want Dad to see this video?” I nodded. He raised one of his hands, and I felt the stinging pain of the belt fresh on my ass. I screamed.

​He grabbed my chin so hard that I was looking at him. No… No, don't scream. Moan, okay?” I nodded.

​He raised the whip higher the second time, and honestly, the pain felt somehow good.

​"Ah, Jason… harder," I moaned, and then I froze.

​"Did you just fucking call me Jason?” he shouted. He raised the belt even higher this time, and the whip sounded loud on my ass. “I'm sorry."

“Sorry for yourself.” He said as he pushed his dick against the heat in my pussy and slammed it all the way in without any warning. I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. “I'm having sex with my stepbrother,” I thought to myself.

He thrust his dick in harder and faster, and honestly it felt amazing. The last time I had sex was in high school, and it was even as good as this.

“Ah, ah, ahh! Jackson, please stop …wee…ah…I cannot do this," I panted. He turned me over, his mouth pressed hard against mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth quickly.

He turned me against the table again. “I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll forget all about Dad.” He whispered in my ear.​

"We can't,” I said as I broke my lips away from the kiss.

He laughed. “Too late for that, don't you think so?” He was right; his dick was practically already dangling inside me.

​“Get on your knees, or I'll send it to Dad right now.” I quickly got down on my knees in front of him. He stuck his finger inside my pussy and rubbed the juices on his dick.

​He grabbed my hair and brought my mouth to his cock. When I hesitated, he pushed it into my mouth. “Suck it like the slut you are,” he said.

​I had never done this before. I tried my best, but I gagged when he pushed too deep. He did not care. He held my head and fucked my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks. When he was ready to cum, he pushed all the way in and shot his load down my throat. “Swallow every fucking drop,” he growled, and I did even though I felt sick after.

​"You're lucky I have to be at a party now; if not, I would have made your pussy leak with my cum," he said as he started putting his clothes back on and left me on the floor. As he walked back to the door, he turned and smirked at me. "This is just the beginning, Ariana.” I closed my eyes and looked away as tears rolled down my cheeks. What have I done?

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