Chapter 3: I can make you feel good

Vaughn’s POV

Little Miss Mirabelle Hayes walked into this house like she was tough shit. The defiance in her eyes when Mom spoke to her drew me in.

Mirabelle is pretty, but that’s not what piqued my interest, it was the fight in her eyes. I love toys like her, the ones that think they’ve got it all under control. They’re fun to break, and Mirabelle? I think I’ll have fun breaking her. My previous doll broke, I drove her off the edge, and now she’s stuck in a mental asylum somewhere. I was getting bored, I haven’t had a toy that fun in a while, and unfortunately for my stunning stepsister? She fits the criteria.

I almost laugh at how pathetic she looks already. I stumbled in here to borrow condoms so I could have a turn with Maria after my friend Roman was done with her. We had a bet going to see who could make her come the most, I was going to win, but not anymore. My interest now lies with Mirabelle Hayes, but the hint of absolute fear in her eyes almost bores me. She’s supposed to be hard to break, to keep me entertained for at least half the semester.

“Did you not hear me? Touch yourself for me, little stepsister.” I tell her, yanking the blanket away.

She doesn’t act fast enough for me, so I pretend to leave, and then she yelps, “Wait. I’ll do it.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I smirk, “Go on.” I urge, eager to see her pussy again. I barely caught a view, her fingers were blocking it.

Mirabelle swallows, bringing her trembling hand between her thighs. I watch as she touches her pussy, like it's her first time doing so. How fun, the thought of her being untouched makes my dick grow harder.

She begins to stroke her clit with the same two fingers she used to finger herself earlier but there is no urgency, no need.

I step back, taking in the full, vulnerable sight of her. This is the girl who throws daggers with her eyes, the girl who hates me on sight. Yes, I noticed that the moment our eyes met, I caught it when she stared me up and down and then our mother. She was waging war with her gaze and now? She’s completely under my control.

I hadn’t expected her to agree, I expected a smartass remark and the same bravery I saw when she said she didn’t exist in my world. Well, she does now, and she won't cease until im bored with her.

“Two fingers,” I say. “Just as you were earlier, but this time, don’t thrust them straight, curve them, darling, you’ll enjoy that.”

She doesn’t speak, she looks down and does exactly what I tell her. My cock twitches with jealousy as I watch her fuck herself on her fingers. Her mouth opens but she bites her tongue, refusing to let me hear her. The sight of her fucking her fingers while pretending to hate it ignites a hunger in me that no other girl or woman has ever.

It’s the thrill of the forbidden, of breaking the one rule my family holds sacred: Reputation. Both my parents would riot if they knew how badly I want to fuck my stepsister, how badly I want to tie her up and keep her locked away for my pleasure and amusement.

“No, Mirabelle,” I command, my voice rough. “Faster. Look at me,” I order her. She’s been avoiding my gaze but I want to see the face she makes when she comes. “And show me what you really want. Say it.”

She closes her eyes, tears of humiliation tracking down her temples. She thrusts faster up, her hips chasing the friction but she still doesn't say it.

That’s okay.

Her ragged breaths say more than enough. I move closer, she seems to be having a hard time focusing and chasing her orgasm so I lend her my fingers.

Unlike her soft, inexperienced touch, mine is hard and precise. I don’t know exactly what she likes, but I will learn. If not, I will teach her to like what I do to her. She thinks this is only for tonight, a bribe to keep her little secret, but no. This is the first of many, and she will learn to enjoy it just as she is now.

My fingers easily find her G-spot, and she confirms it with a choked startled cry, which brings a smile to my face.

Her eyes snap open, wide and dark. She stares at me, unable to breathe, her body involuntarily arching into my touch. “No..” she whimpers, trying to grip my hand, but I use my other hand to restrain her, moving my fingers faster and deeper. She’s so wet that I'm tempted to add a third finger, but it might be too much for her.

“Please,” she begs, her body singing a different tune than that of her mouth. She wants this, her pussy spasms around my fingers and she lets out another choked cry, louder than the last one. I watch as she shatters, her body slumps against the pillows and she sobs, drenched in sweat and release.

I withdraw my hand slowly, watching the residual tremors of her orgasm fade. When she looks at me, her eyes are wide. “Liam couldn’t do that, could he, Belle?”

She doesn’t speak.

And for a moment, I think she’s going to deny it, lie to me and say he made her come when I just saw the shock in her eyes when I made her finish.

My little darling surprises me.

She shakes her head, her cheeks flushing redder. I don’t think I’ve seen a more beautiful sight than the face she made when she came, I could grow used to it.

I lean in, brushing the wet hair from her face. “I can make you feel so more, Mirabelle. So much more than what you just felt.”

She doesn’t answer me just yet. It would seem my new toy has a habit of staying silent. I like that, I can break her in, I can turn her into the loudest she’s ever been. “Do you know how?” I ask, gently caressing her face.