CHAPTER 4 - CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HIM 

The house had been awfully quiet since Mom died. She was never around much during the week anyway because of her long shifts but her absence still left a heavy silence behind. Christian had completely shut down. 

Ever since that phone call interrupted me while I was on my knees with his cock down my throat, he’d been drowning in grief. Something broke in him when he saw Mom's bloodied and pale body laying lifeless on the hospital bed. I watched him crumble that day, tears streaming down his face as he held her hand. 

That was the first time I’d seen a grown man completely break down and cry. It was almost funny in a twisted way because she wasn’t even really his wife. She was his first wife, and he was Mom’s first real husband. Our so-called biological father had abandoned Mom when she was pregnant with us at a young age. 

We stayed with our grandparents until Mom graduated college and could finally take care of us. Seeing her like that in the hospital made my heart ache a little, but I didn’t cry. I still don’t know why. Mom and I had never really argued, but Nora cried so much that I even wondered if she was faking it.

These days Christian had been enveloped in grief. He wasn’t just gloomy, he was drinking like a madman, passing out drunk and locking himself in his room for hours.

But the time for grieving was over.

Now it was time to take what we wanted and Nora and I were done waiting.

That’s how we found ourselves outside his bedroom door tonight. I was on my knees, trying to pick the lock with a bobby pin.

“Would you hurry up?” Nora whispered, shifting restlessly behind me.

“I’m sorry, would you like to do it yourself?” I replied, holding the bobby pin up to her. 

She just scoffed, rolled her eyes, and held the satin scarves in her arms. I turned my focus back to the lock, wiggling the pin until I finally heard a click.

“Bingo,” I murmured as I slowly peeled the door open and peeked inside the room.

And there he was laying on his back passed out in only his boxers and a wrinkled, unbuttoned shirt.

The room reeked of whiskey and the blinds were shut making the room dim. Christian’s chest rose and fell slowly, completely knocked dead from the alcohol as a half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the nightstand.

Nora didn't wait for my cue. She slipped past me into the room already eager as I closed the door behind us.

“You take the legs and I’ll take his wrists,” She whispered as she tossed me two of the scarves.

“Why do you get to have muscular arms?” I demanded with a whisper. 

“Because I'm the eldest and I say so.” She countered as she lightly took Christians wrist.

“By a few minutes, it doesn't count.” I shot back as I took a hold of one of Christian's feet and began tying it to the bed. 

I worked the first heavy foot then moved to the other. Nora glanced over at what I was doing and frowned. 

“You’re doing it wrong.” She complained”It’s too loose. He’ll slip out easily.”

“Well, how do you expect me to tie it? I haven't exactly tied someone up before,” I practically barked at Nora.

She was always trying to make a big deal out of everything. Instead of us hurrying up before he woke up, she was always complaining about one thing or the other. 

Honestly, I was getting sick of it.

“There,” I said as I angrily dropped the satin scarf for her to ‘continue’ the tying. “Do it yourself.”

She huffed a sigh as she made her way toward me at the foot of the bed and took over the knots. I just stood there, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

Suddenly, Christian started stirring. Nora quickly pulled the satin scarf tight around his ankle just as he pried his eyes open.

“Wha… what's happening?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. 

He tried to yank his hands free, but the scarf that Nora had already wrapped securely around his arms completely restrained him.

He tried to twist around as he looked down at the foot of the bed at Nora, who was smoothing down the satin around his right ankle, her expression as calm as if she was tucking him into bed.

“Nora, stop this. Untie me right now,” he demanded, with authority.

But the authority didn't work here, well not tonight. Nora just looked up and replied, “Sorry, Christian. You don't make the rules anymore.”

Christian groaned as he tried twisting his arms again realizing that he was completely pinned. This was gonna be fun, I thought, a smirk spreading across my face. Let's get the show started.

I moved toward the head of the bed, crawling onto the mattress as I settled myself right over him, facing his beautiful face.

“Hello Daddy,” I chirped.

“Roxy??” He called out, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What's going on?”

“We're just putting on a little show for you,” I said, dragging the tip of my fingernail slowly down the center of his chest.

The silk of my short nightgown slid high up my thighs as I shifted, straddling his chest and settling myself right over his face. Christian gasped, his breath hot against my inner thighs as I hovered just inches from his lips.

“Roxy, please… don't do this,” he choked out, trying to jerk his head away from me, fighting desperately.

I didn't answer. I just lowered myself an inch more, letting the tip of his nose brush against my slick folds. He went completely still beneath me, his breath hitching as the scent of my arousal filled his senses.

“Quiet now, Daddy,” I whispered, “Just taste.”

His eyes locked onto mine like he was fighting the urge not to succumb to temptation. He's eyes couldn't focus on one thing; one moment he's staring at me the next he's looking at my dripping pussy.

With a defeated groan, Christian’s mouth parted as his hot tongue darted out, swirling hungrily against my throbbing bud. An electric pleasure shot straight to my spine. 

My hips buckled instantly, and I tipped my head back as a whimper escaped from my throat as he ate me out with a sudden, wild desperation