“And you are?” I ask.
“Jessica. Scott and I dated for a while.” Her lips purse and her eyes turn cold.
“Good for you,” I say, “I guess it didn’t work out, though.”
The woman’s eyes light up and she opens her mouth to speak and then quickly closes it, apparently changing her mind. Scott stares at me casually and then sips his water. The woman turns and leaves without saying another word.
“That was rather rude of you.” Scott smiles.
“You didn’t seem in any hurry to introduce me.” I say.
“I was going to. What the hell was I supposed to say? This is my stepsister who I’m also fucking?”
“Just shut up, Scott. I’m sick of it.”
“Sick of what?” He asks.
“Sick of you, sick of all this. Your mood’s going haywire, you’re not acting normal. I don’t like it.”
“I’m perfectly fucking normal.” He rasps under his breath and clenches a hand down on mine, “Baby, don’t make a scene please. I’m sorry I’ve had ex-girlfriends in my life. They’re ex-girlfriends, okay?”
I glare at him and feel my heart pounding. Oh, what a wonderful dinner this is looking to be.
Chapter 12
Scott
She acted like a fool and I don’t know why. We’re riding back in my Range Rover and it feels nice to be the one behind the wheel of a car. I don’t have that luxury in New York; not that I’d want to. I could if I wanted to, but fuck driving in that city. I glance over at Miranda and she’s got her face turned at an angle so that I can’t see her expression. She’s pretending to look out the window but I think she might be crying. I turn down the radio and hear her sobs.
Yeah, she’s fucking crying alright.
I don’t say anything for the rest of the five minute trip until we get home. I pull in the garage and get out of the car and head towards the door. Christ doesn’t come. Goddamnit. I walk back to the car and open the door.
“What’s wrong? Go ahead, tell me.” I roll my eyes.
She lunges forward and pushes me back to the wall of the garage. I’m taken aback by this, I admit that. Her face slaps my cheek again and I blush slightly as I try to force a nervous smile. Wait, I’m actually nervous over a woman? And my stepsister of all women? My lip quivers and I swear for a split second I feel like I might cry a little, but I don’t.
I grab her arms and pull them down to her side slowly as I speak in a calm voice. I can feel my barrier breaking, my mask is slipping away. She’s changing me and I don’t like it, but I love her so much.
“Baby? Stop, please. I’m sorry. I know that upset you, and I’m trying to figure out why.” I say softly.
She’s crying softly now and she wipes the tears from her eyes, “I just see how beautiful she was and I look like fucking shit compared to her, Scott…”
I wipe her tears and press my lips against her ear, “You look a thousand times better than that bimbo whore. You always have…” I say, and it’s true.
She pulls away from me slowly and finally smiles, “Are you just saying that? You always just say things. You’ve been like that your whole life.”
“No – and I never just say things to you. You know that, sis.” I smile.
“You’re too hard for me, Scott. I can’t get through this brick wall that’s in your soul. Come on, Scott. Come out, for fuck’s sake. Be a person, not a hardened asshole.”
“Babe-”
She cuts me off, “And the thing is I fucking love you, and sometimes you are super sweet and caring. Other times you’re the biggest dick in the world, and you know what?”
“What?” I ask softly.
“I hate to admit that I like that dick aspect of you. It turns me on, or something. You’re a challenge.”
I laugh and don’t say anything. I shrug my shoulders and try to kiss her but she pulls away and smiles.
“Not right now, honey. I love you but… I am going to break you. You know that, right?”
I feel myself hardening and I decide to accept the challenge. She’s not going to break me. She’s not strong enough.
“Sure.” I say with more than a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m serious. Within two months you’re going to have broken out of this shell and it’s all going to be thanks to me.”
“I’m a hardass, babe,” I say, “You’re not going to change a damn thing about me. I love you, but you’ve got to face that.”
She doesn’t say anything. She just stares at me with the same longing smile, her big blue eyes still slightly wet but quickly drying up. She moves forward and kisses me, holding me tightly in her arms. My arms are stiff but I reach them forward and embrace her as I kiss her back. My tongue doesn’t slide out of my mouth, it stays put. It’s not a sexual kiss; it’s just a passionate one. It’s a kiss of love, not lust – which is a rare thing for me.
Maybe Miranda’s right - maybe she’s not. But there’s one thing I know for sure. I can’t let it happen. I can’t let my stepsister get to me too much.
****
It’s been a week since Miranda made her cute little bet. Needless to say I haven’t softened up a fucking bit. I wonder if she’ll get to me though – she already has in the couple odd months we’ve been flirting. But facts are facts, and I’m a self-confessed hard ass. She never got to me this way when she was just my stepsister. This is different. She’s trying to swallow me up and spit out a weakened version of myself. That ain’t happening, sis.
There’s no cracking this barricade. It’s me.
I’m finally getting some down time now that we’re back in New York. The downside is the weather is back to hell, but we just got back from LA yesterday so there will undoubtedly be some adjusting over the next few days. I’ll get used to the frigidness, in other words, as much as I hate to admit it.
No, fuck that. It’s too damn cold here.
I’m thinking about moving to California full time but haven’t brought it up to Miranda yet. I’m the one with the money so it’s not like it’s her decision anyway, but I’ll let her have her say. She’s gone out shopping today and invited me to come but I told her I needed to get some work done at home. Work, meaning… Not a fucking thing.
I should be in the office but I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to go back there after being gone for a week. I really should, though.
Fuck it, I’m going.
I stand up and grab my coat, almost walking out the door in my thin silk button up. I keep forgetting I’m back East, and it’s not a warming thought. I lock the door and go down the elevator. The doorman gets me a cab and I get him a crisp brand new hundred dollar bill.
“Thank you sir.” His eyes light up as he stares at me and I wonder how it feels to be so poor that a measly hundred dollars excites you. I feel for him, and even smile a bit as I wave goodbye.
The cab hustles downtown towards Wall Street and I stare silently out the window the entire time. My cock’s hard and it’s because I’m thinking about Miranda… Miranda and her sweet body, those luscious plump lips of hers. She’s always had them, and they’ve only gotten bigger. All natural, though. I’m not into the fake crap.
I’m feeling awkward because I’m hard in the back seat of a cab with no one but the driver and I quickly shift my thoughts from Miranda to the work I need to do today. It’s Monday and I need to get some shit going. I tell myself that but I don’t really need to get anything going I’ve hired so many fucking people that they get everything going for me.
What the fuck am I doing in life?
“Sir?”
I realize I’ve been sitting there in the cab and it’s been stopped in front of my office for god knows how long. I shake myself out of my fog and hand him a hundred and hop out of the cab. As I do I mutter “Keep the change,” coolly.
He eyeballs the bill and smiles at me before screeching off towards his next passenger, a delicate looking woman with her arm stretched out some twenty feet away. Another cab beats him to the pu
nch by swerving in front of him and the driver honks ferociously.
****
The office is busy with everyone and I glance at people as they wave at me with a blank expression on my face. Who the hell are these people? I don’t recognize seventy percent of them and I don’t even remember hiring them. Alexis steps in front of me as I reach my door and she licks her lips. Her blue eyes scan me up and down quickly and I sigh with annoyance as I realize I’m going to have to fire her soon if she doesn’t quit hitting on me.
“Yes?” I ask.
She bites her lower lip and stares at me seductively. What the fuck does she want?
“You look nice today, Scott.” She says.
“Thanks.” I say, and open my door. She steps further towards me, blocking my entrance. I bite my lip and hold my tongue.
“There’s a Mr. Jones who wanted to speak to you. He’s been waiting for an hour.”
“I’m glad someone called me and told me,” I say sarcastically, “I wasn’t even planning on coming in today.”
She blushes, “Sorry about that. I didn’t know.”
“When I’m not here, you should fucking assume that.” I say coldly.
Her pale skin turns from the already blushed pinkness to a mortified purple look. She gulps and nods her head, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Send him in in five minutes. Not a second sooner or later. Understand?” I whisper sternly.
“Yes.”
“You sure that’s not too much for you to comprehend?” I widen my eyes. She’s making me sick. The bitch knows I’m taken and all she’s proving to me is that she’s an easy fuck.
“No sir.”
“Good. Thanks Alexis, you’re the best.”
I brush past her and close my door as I walk towards the chair. I sit down in my recliner and raise my legs up onto the desk, crossing them casually. Picking up the remote, I flip on the television and scan the guide. Nothing’s on; nothing that interests me at least.
The door knocks two minutes later and I clench my teeth together. What doesn’t the moron understand about timing?
“Come in.” I say with an artificial amount of pleasantness.
He’s grinning eagerly and boring looking – I’m sure he’s got a lot of business jargon to spew at me. This should be fucking fun.
He speaks to me for what feels like an hour, although I keep a close eye on my watch and notice that it only lasts for twenty minutes. I nod my head like always and sign a few forms after carefully looking them over – I’ve been fucked over in the past and I’m not going to let anyone steal from me again. This guy’s legitimate and everything looks okay, so I scribble my name onto the papers and hand them over.
He walks out and I prop my feet back up on the desk and pull out my phone. There’s a knock at the door and I clench my teeth together before letting a burst of laughter bellow out of my throat.
“Yeah?” I scream.
Alexis opens the door and smiles nervously at me. She’s unbuttoned the top of her shirt and her cleavage is in full view. What the fuck is she doing? She bites her lip anxiously and walks towards me – no, strides towards me like a porn star in the cheesiest porno you’ve ever seen.
“I feel like I have to break the ice.” She says slowly.
“Alexis… What-”
She quickly cuts me off, “I know you want me. I see the way you look at me and I know you can’t be satisfied with that, uh… Woman you’re with. She’s so beneath you, Scott.”
I quickly stand to my feet and bark directly in her face, “You bitch. Get the fuck out of my office and get the fuck out of the building – you’re fired.”
Her face turns ghost white and her lip starts trembling. Her eyes dilate and begin to fill with tears which quickly begin streaming down her thin cheeks. The whites of her eyes turn bloodshot red and she quickly takes a step back before frantically buttoning up her shirt and looking like the definition of a humiliated slut.
“You heard me,” I continue as I grin, “Get out, slut.”
“You… You can’t.”
“I just did. I’ll call security if your bag’s not packed in the next two minutes. Get the fuck out and never disrespect my woman again.”
“This doesn’t have to be this way,” She stutters as she wipes her cheeks, “I – I just misunderstood. I thought you wanted me.”
I smile and pick up the phone to dial security. She screams loud enough to make the entire office glance through the window at us curiously, and then she turns and quickly storms out.
“Yes sir.” The muffled voice of Frank the head of security fills the other line.
“Nevermind, Frank. I think we’re all good here.”
“Very good, sir. Let me know if you’re not.”
“Will do.” I hang up and watch as Alexis grabs her purse and walks shakily down the aisle between cubicles towards the elevator. All eyes are on her and some people are smiling. Others just look shocked.
No one comes to ask me what happened, because they’re afraid of me.
They fucking should be.
Chapter 13
Miranda
I’m rubbing myself in bed. It’s two or three, I don’t know. My finger slips past my shaved crotch and lands on my glistening clit. I’m thinking of Scott, of course… And I wish he was home.
Scott, the guy who ended up being super sweet in California. The stepbrother that’s always been a sexy asshole to me. Have I managed to change him? Was I right?
I close my eyes and feel myself getting wet as I fantasize about his big cock ramming into me like it had the night before, and then I wish more than ever that he was home with me fucking me hard and dominantly like he always did. Then I hear the bedroom door swing open and I open my eyes with a sense of terror thinking that someone’s broken in.
It’s Scott, and he’s standing there as if on cue. He drops his briefcase to the floor and takes off his coat before tossing it on the ground. He looks amused more than anything. He unbuttons his shirt silently and then pulls his slacks down along with his boxers. His cock is already hard and looks like it’s ready to plunge into me.
I bat my eyelids at him and lick my lips as he crawls onto the bed and mounts me. His cock presses against my wet pussy and throbs as it slides up and down my cunt. He’s not penetrating me – not yet. He likes to tease me first; to drive me fucking crazy.
“Fuck me.” I say.
“No,” He says, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I say, “I understand.”
“Yes what, my dear?”
“Yes, master.” I rasp.
He wraps his throbbing cock and stares at me dominantly. Then he rises to his feet and grips me at the ankles before thrusting them back behind my head and scowling at me. He looks disgusted, and that’s exactly how I want him to look.
I want him to treat me like a cock-whore. His ever so sweetly submissive cock-whore.
His cock plunges suddenly and aggressively deep into my cunt. I squeal and feel his hand wrap around my mouth to silence me. He likes it when I’m submissive – when I’m his little whore for the hour.
“Take it,” He mutters, “Take the dick silently. I’ll let you scream in a minute, baby.”
He plunges himself in and out of me, pummeling my sweet wet pussy as he moans and licks my neck. His lips tighten over my bare breasts and he sucks my nipples as his tongue swirls around them hungrily. His cock feels hard and thick, like it always does. I feel my eyes rolling back into my head as my tongue flops out of my mouth as he releases his grip from my lips.
“Now, moan.” He demands.
I let out a guttural moan that sounds like a war cry as his cock rams itself in and out of me. He pulls out and flips me quickly onto my stomach and then thrusts himself back into me from behind. He likes it this way, and so do I.
His strong fingers wrap around my hair and force it into a ponytail which he pulls back until my gaping mouth is facing the ceiling. I let out
another cry of joy as he rails himself into me, his lean waist crashing dramatically against my big jiggling ass cheeks as he fucks the living hell out of me.
“You like that, whore?” He asks.
“Fuck yes.” I rasp.
He pulls out before hammering the backside of his hand into my ass in a thunderous spank, and then walks towards the antique wardrobe and opens it. It squeaks as the doors widen apart and then he reaches in and grabs the whip. He peers back at me out of the corner of his eye, the scowl still stretched across his lips before returning his attention back to the wardrobe. As he grabs a set of handcuffs he smiles to himself before turning back to me and slapping them against his palm.
“Put your hands behind your back, toy.” He mutters.
“What?”
I know the game. I’m just resisting because he likes it.
“Hands behind your back. Do you understand that?” He slaps the whip against the ground and it crackles against the tile.
I nod my head and wrap both hands around my lower back. I gulp and watch him walk towards me. He stops directly beside me and then lunges down and slides his tongue across my lips before poking it through them and swirling it around my own tongue. I gulp again and feel my eyes rolling back into my head with bliss as my cunt tingles lustfully.
I want him so fucking bad right now.
The cold steel cuffs smack against my wrists and he tightens them loudly before jerking them aggressively to make sure they’re nice and snug.
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