Semua Bab My step-Uncle: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes and references to past explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.Both my hands were tied with cuffs on either side of the bed, and my legs were too. I was naked, blindfolded, my heart beat fast. The cool air of the AC and the anticipation of what was coming were making me shiver.He entered the room. I could hear his footsteps. He came one hour after tying me like this. I gulped the thick saliva. I could feel him standing right in front of me, looking at my naked body, touching every corner with his eyes. I heard him taking off his belt. That alone made my breath quicken.I heard the shirt being thrown away, the pants getting away, along with the boxers. I heard a small piece being ripped off—must be a condom. I bet on it.I heard him groaning; he must be wearing it on his length. After a beat, I could feel his steps toward me. He came to the left side of the bed.He traced his hand from my feet to above my legs. My bre

“Just like that, cum,” he commanded. And I crashed badly."Mam, mam," I heard someone called me.I opened my eyes and found myself in a cab. I had dozed off again—dreamt of him, or say, relived one of the nights again.I sighed."Mam, we've reached," the cab driver told me.I looked toward the venue in front.I exhaled."Thank you," I said, paying and getting out of the cab.My thighs were clenching with each other. I was damp, wet down there. It’s nothing new—whenever I dream about or think about those nights, I always end up like this. I sighed. I wished I happened to be at home instead of here so I could get a release. I need it bad now, I thought in my head."Let’s go," I said in my mind, exhaling, looking at the venue.Yeah right, the venue—today is my mom’s wedding. The weeks passed so quickly, and now I’m here at the wedding as mom’s guest instead of daughter.I reached inside the venue."Mam, drink?" the waitress asked me, reaching."No, thank you," I replied with a polite smi

We were driving home now. I was sitting beside him on the passenger seat. The house was at a 1-hour distance from the venue. It’s been even 10 minutes of him driving, and we hadn’t exchanged a single word. My heart was racing fast. Questions flooded my mind. Should I ask him or not? Should I, should I not? My mind kept repeating the same thing on loop. I looked toward him — he was just focused on the road.Gosh, what a lucky day for me. I finally found the name I was crazily looking for, and at the same time, what an unlucky day — I found him, but I can't have him.I sighed.My eyes fell on his veiny hands on the steering wheel. His hand was gripping the wheel just like he held my neck in those nights — not tightly, just in control.My thighs clenched. Oh gosh.I looked ahead.Stop it, Elora. He is your step-uncle now. It's so disgusting.Even I was trying to remind myself how wrong this was now. My head voice wasn't helping me — it kept interrupting, saying, So what if he is your ste