005

005.

SOREN

I would never tell mom that I caught Sienna masturbating. No, not ever. That would be a minus on my dignity.

It was such a foolish thing to do but Sienna never saw it as a lie.

I had only been jealous; jealous to see her always having wet dreams about Simon.

I would stand at her doorstep at midnight, watching through the door hole, every of the depraved things she did to herself.

My heart would always burn when I hear her moan Simon's name. Simon and Sienna had always been fond of eachother but I had never expected her to harbour any sort of feelings for him.

Whenever I see them talk or hangout, it hurt me. 

I called her ugly and flat but I do find myself fantasising about her body every damn second. 

Every badass attitude I gave was to hide how I felt for Sienna but she didn't seem to clear from my head.

I never stopped thinking about her.

She would tell me I hate you and I would say even but that didn't stop me from craving for every of her.

A smirk settled at the corner of my lips as she knelt before me. 

I knew Sienna had a weak mind and I would use it against her. Her self will wasn't so rich, that I knew but I didn't expect her to submit to me this quick.

"Really, Señorita? You want Daddy's dick?" She gave a quick nod and the moment she grabbed my cock, fondling with it, I could see the eagerness written all over her face. 

No doubt, she was horny. 

I had a secret camera buried in her room which was connected to my phone. During the times she teased herself, I saw it all and even this afternoon when she touched herself, fingering herself so roughly, I. Saw. Everything.

"Please fuck me, daddy." Her voice came out like a plea.

"Not yet, Señorita." I scopped her in my arms. Caging her in between, I trailed invisible kisses down her chest, teasing her tits as I bit her neck. 

She moaned beneath me, breathless and I grinned at vulnerable she was to my touch. 

“Tonight, you belong to me,” I said my voice low and heavy with command.  

Sienna's breath caught. She should have resisted, but the way I looked at her made her heart betray her.  

“I… I don’t want to get caught,” she whispered, her voice trembling.  

I chuckled , my hand sliding to the back of her neck, tilting her face up. “Then obey. Follow my every order, and I won’t say a word.”  

She nodded, though I could see the fear flickering in her eyes.

My fingers traced the curve of her jaw, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down her spine. “you can beg for mercy all you want,” I murmured. “But know this—I’ll break every restraint you’ve built.”  

Sienna's eyes fluttered closed. “Please… don’t hurt me.”  

Instead, my lips found hers, rough and demanding. She tried to resist but melted beneath the strength of my touch, the intoxicating mix of threat and desire.

My voice was a growl in her ear, “mercy is just another word for control and tonight I'd teach you."

And in that moment, I wanted her to realize she was already mine—body, mind, and soul—whether she wanted it or not.

My hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. Sienna's breath hitched, torn between wanting to push me away and craving the heat radiating from my body.  

My gaze never left hers, dark and unrelenting. “you don't have a choice, Sienna. You're mine, every part of you."

She trembled, caught in the storm of my dominance and the vulnerability rising inside her. Her protests died on her lips as my lips trailed down her neck, leaving goosebumps on her skin.

My hands slid beneath her shirt, exploring her skin with a possessive hunger. She shivered under my touch, the tension between pain and pleasure twisting inside her.  

“Tonight,” I promised, my voice thick with a dark intent, “I’ll show you what it means to surrender. Not just to me—but to yourself.”

My fingers traced slow circles on her waist, my breath warm against her ear. “No more hiding,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “You’ll obey me, and in return, I keep your secret safe. Understand?”  

Her body betrayed her—aching, responding, wanting. She nodded, barely able to speak.  

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, searching for any trace of defiance. Finding none, a cruel smile curved on my lips. “Good girl.”  

Then, without warning, I dipped down, capturing her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss. My hands tangled in her hair as my tongue swept inside, demanding, claiming.  

She gasped, her fingers clutching my shoulders, torn between the need to escape and the dizzying pull of surrender.  

I broke the kiss, my gaze locking with Sienna's. “This is just the beginning,” I said, my voice thick with promise and warning. “You belong to me now.”  

 Deep down, a shadow of something unexpected flickered in her eyes like she was eager to swallow me in whole.

My hands slid down Selena’s sides, firm and unyielding, pulling her flush against me. My dominance was an unyielding force and she battled to resist it.

Her breath hitched as my lips trailed from her mouth down to her neck, leaving a trail of fire. She wanted to resist, to push me away—but every touch made her melt, a fierce craving rising inside her.  

“Siena tell me to stop,” I murmured, my voice rough.

Her moans filled the room as my thumb rubbed against her clit. With a ln evil smirk on my lips, I intensified my pace and she couldn't take it anymore.

Her desire for me was raw and untamed.

"No, don't stop." Her voice was barely audible as she was sinking beneath the weight of my possessiveness.

My hands tightened on her hips, spinning her slowly so our bodies pressed even closer. “You’ll obey my every command tonight, stepsister. No slipping away, no hiding."

Her lips parted, words caught in her throat. She was caught in the pull of his power, drowning in the storm I unleashed with every touch.  

I pressed a kiss just beneath her ear, voice a low growl“Good girls learn fast. And I don’t tolerate disobedience.”  

Her heart hammered, melting away as she surrendered to the heat of my touch.

I raised her skirt, making it rest above her thighs and without warning, I slid her panties aside and thrust a finger on her.

One finger, two finger, three fingers; she lost her breath slowly, each second pushing her towards more crave.