If he lets Caulder do what he needs to do, he crosses a point he can never return from. If he doesn’t do anything at all, he risks everything he has spent his life working towards. He didn’t exaggerate when he warned Sash, if the whole world finds out about them, he knows they’ll be finished. Not only will his businesses lose interest from important backers, he’ll lose the faith of his clients and his life, as he knows it now, will change completely.
He’ll be backed into a corner, hounded, harassed, and absolutely humiliated. They both will, and he can’t afford that. Not when he’s on the verge of getting what he wants. Not after such a long time waiting for it. If it isn’t Henry, however, he has another problem entirely. He has the initial problem of dealing with the ransom, and then he has the problem of Henry and his mother automatically finding out about them. He knows what he promised Sash, but can he afford for them to find out this way?
The mobile phone turns in circles against his leg. The more he looks at it, the bigger the crack gets. On one side one half of the corridor bathed in light that spills from the adjacent window, the other in darkness cast by the shadows of a large oak paneled cabinet. Sash will never forgive him if she finds out, but then if she found out what he’s done already for them, they’d be over like that. One hundred million dollars. He could pay for his silence directly for much less than that. But what if it’s not Henry, what does he do then? What if the whole thing is a bluff or a set up? Can he take the risk if he thinks it is?
Once again, he cycles through the images, grainy but clear enough to make out, of him fucking his stepsister. Despite the obvious issue, they make him feel a little proud and a lot horny. There she is captured in a moment in time, under his spell. Bound by him, driven wild by him, taken and owned by him, she is his, forever.
Finally coming to terms with what he has to do, he takes a deep breath, and makes the call.
Chapter 31
Dante is by her side when she wakes in a recovery room, one hand on her forehead, the other grasping her fingers tightly. It takes her a moment to realize it’s not her bedroom, nor is it anywhere else she’s ever been before. A moment later she remembers the operation and why she is here, and as if the memory itself brings with it the sensation, she immediately feels a knot of pain gnaw at her insides.
“Hey”, Dante says, as he watches her stir.
“Hey”, Sash whispers, stretching her legs out as much as she can to flex her spine. Afterwards, she turns to him, her hand snaking up his arm to pull him closer. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long. A couple of hours, that’s all. How do you feel?”
“I don’t know. A little queasy I guess. Alright though. Is it over?”
“Yeah, it’s over. I told you it would be alright.”
“Am I a virgin again?”
Sash is happier than she thought she would be at the prospect. The more she considers what Dante has asked her to do, the more she likes it. Her stepbrother was right. Like this, they can do what they were always meant to do. She can finally give him what she always wanted to give him, but never had the guts to, and he can finally take what he always wanted to take.
Even now, having just woken up from the operation with her pussy still sore from it, she can feel the tingles of anticipation about to combust inside her. She knows how much he wants this, which means when he finally gets to take it, it’s going to be the best sensation in the world.
The game for her now, is to hold off for as long as she can manage to, until he’s chomping at the bit like a horny beast. Once again, Sash can feel the scales of power tilt in her favor. Not only has she done what she promised him she would do, which means that he in turn has to do what he promised, she has the power over him to decide when to give him what he wants, or more appropriately when to finally give in and let him take it.
“According to Dr Chaudrey, your hymen is intact, which means that you are a virgin once again.”
“Are you happy?”
If she wasn’t holding on to him, she is sure he’d be bouncing around the room like a rubber ball.
“I’ll be even happier when I get you home. I want to feel it against my cock.”
“Dinner first”, Sash reminds him. “I want to get dressed up. With panties on this time, so you can rip them off.”
Dante can’t help himself. He pushes his hand under the blanket, over Sash’s chest and down to her belly. The brief moment he has it there, Sash’s hand on his wrist holding it in place, pushes the words to her lips. The look they give each other is smoldering. Before she can say it, before she even knows how to say it, Dante moves his hand lower, dancing it towards her pussy. Sash moans as the tips of his fingers glide over her swollen nub, the tender tissue of her tumescent lips. The pain she feels inside her is more like an ache than an agony, and as Dante investigates her delicate pussy, she feels it pulse, as though calling him towards her.
His touch is light and heavenly, and under it, she can’t help but melt immediately. This time it’s her hand that goes to her belly while the other one tightens against Dante’s fingers, guiding them into her. Together they slide along her sex, around her nub in tantalizing movements, and down towards her hole. She’s wet already. Tumid and turned on. More ready than ever to let him take her. Instead, she twists onto her side again, closes her thighs around his hand to trap his fingers, and pushes her pussy away from him.
“Dinner first”, she says again, no matter how much effort it takes to resist him.
After Dr Chaudrey has performed his post operational checks, and Sash has rested and redressed, they leave the clinic arm in arm. Sash feels a lot better than she thought she would. There is a sensation deep inside her that she can’t really describe as pain, but apart from that, and now that the anesthetic has worn off, she feels absolutely fine.
In the taxi on the way to the hotel, Dante has to fight against his urges to touch her. They both watch as the taxi driver eyes them curiously, his rear view mirror positioned in such a way, that if Sash wanted to, she could open her legs and reveal herself to him. Something about that excites them both. Something about sharing a secret does too. Dante has waited for over three years for this, and although difficult, can happily bide his time. For a long while, he didn’t think this moment would come at all, and now he has everything that he has ever wanted, ready for him to take whenever he wants to. His stepsister, his virgin, in his arms finally. This is how it was always meant to be.
At home, Sash is reminded again of the flowers and the presents. In her hasty exit this morning, she forgot completely about them. As soon as they are inside the door, safe again in their own private environment, Dante can’t keep his hands off her.
Sash can see the erection bulging against his trousers, but as much as she wants to pull his cock out and have him force it inside her, she’s keen to make him wait for as long as she can. When he pulls her towards him she makes a point of squirming away, and when he chases her, enjoying the game as much as she is, she runs, her heart beating wildly. On the bed he fights to force his hand between her legs, bites her ear softly and puts his hot hands around her breasts.
Sash giggles, moans and begs him to stop. She bites him back and sucks his tongue. She lifts up his shirt and spreads her fingers out across his chest, her eyes wide with desire. She kicks through rose petals and locks herself in the second bedroom, her whole body tingling with nervous anticipation. This is what it feels like to be a teenager once again. This is what it feels like to be in love.
Dante teases her.
He touches her and spanks her, and pulls her against him. He can feel his cock throbbing at the thought of entering her. He has been permanently hard from the moment she agreed to have it done. Even if Sash thinks he’s ready to take her right there in the hotel, he’s keen to wait, to shift the power back and make her beg for it. He’ll let her believe she’s in control and then deny her that control as soon as she wants to exert it. He knows the power he has over his stepsister, and he
knows she won’t be able to resist him forever.
They shower together. Sash knows it’s a risk, but she wants to take it. She wants them to want each other so badly it burns inside. She lays down rules before they begin. Look but don’t touch. Then touch but don’t fuck.
Sash could watch the water cling to Dante’s body for an eternity. She could watch the way he moves for the rest of their lives together, and never get bored. She is stunned silent by his beauty, and like this, finally, she has a chance to fully appreciate him. Next to him she feels like she pales in comparison, but Dante is quick to make her believe otherwise.
Looking into his eyes she knows immediately how much he idolizes her, and to see him snap erect just to have her there alongside, fills her with an immeasurable sense of pride. Finally, she has him. Finally, after so long apart, after so long wondering whether they would ever get to be together, they are. After this, after they have sealed their love physically, Sash wants to let the whole world know, even if Dante feels otherwise. Holding their secret in would be harder than keeping her virginity from him.
“What are you thinking about?”
Dante pushes shampoo through his hair, his biceps flexed.
“Nothing”, Sash confesses.
She watches the soap slide across his shoulder, down the shallow gap between his pectorals and over his belly button. When it reaches the base of his rock hard cock, she can’t hold herself back any longer and goes to him.
“Hey”, Dante says, pulling away slightly. “I thought you said no touching until after dinner?”
Sash flutters her eyelids at him. “I know.”
She massages his cock gently. “I meant no touching by you.”
“And you think I’m dangerous?”
Dante shifts slightly so he’s out of the line of the water. The effect is that it looks like Sash is pulling him along by his cock. She’s quite a bit shorter than her stepbrother so she has to bend him down to do it, but when Dante realizes what she wants, he angles his body to facilitate it.
Sash stands on her tiptoes and pulls on her pussy lips to reveal her clit. When she doesn’t quite get the angle she wants, she shows her stepbrother her flexibility, lifts her leg into the air and rests it against the tiled wall. Like this, she’s exposed and he can see her open herself up. She takes his cock-head, careful to tease him by sliding her thumb over the sensitive patch of skin that connects to his shaft, and rubs it around her clitoris, prudent not to touch them together directly.
She’s horny and they both know it. Dante reaches out and begins to play with her nipples, touching the skin lightly to tease it, before locking the sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger and pulling sharply.
After a while, Sash pulls away, keen not to let him have too much control. Dante gives her a look and lets her continue, happy to watch her tease herself to the point of losing that control. He can see how horny she is by the size of her clit and despite the warm water careening over her, he can feel just how sticky her pussy is. Sash can’t help herself. The sensation is that good. She rubs him against her clit more directly now, wanking him into her quickly. Looking at him, she bites her lip playfully.
“What are you doing, Sash?” Dante asks, his arms hanging impotently by his side.
She moves him away from her clitoris and towards her hole. Like this he can feel the edge of it. The point of entry. Sash takes a deep breath, ready to swallow him inside her. That gnawing sensation aches out across her body again.
“Sash”, Dante warns again.
“I can’t help it.”
Sash moans, her hips already thrusting, ready to gather him inside.
She’s tighter than she was before. Looking down, he can see the tip of his cock engulfed by her swollen pussy lips. He’s ready to fuck her too now, ready to drive his cock home and take her virginity, but as soon as he’s convinced himself it’s a good idea, Sash has collected herself and moved him away. Once again she runs him around her clitoris, before dropping her leg again and stepping away. They look at each other. Sash looks like she has done something wrong, or at least wants to. Her heart is beating hard. Wetness slicks her thighs and Dante’s pre-cum nestles around her clit. Doing this is taking an inhuman amount of control. Maybe she’s got less of it than she thought. Maybe she needs him more than she realized. After he takes her, he’ll be hers forever.
She turns away from him, only to take a step back and let Dante gather her in his arms, unable to separate herself from what she wants. She encourages him to explore her body, taking the hand that he wraps around her belly and placing it on her pussy. She moans as he slides a finger either side of her clit, desperate to investigate the tightness of her hole. He wants to touch her virginity with his fingers, have it tangible in his hands.
“Fuck dinner”, Sash purrs, giving in to it finally. “We can have dinner afterwards.”
He’s thick against her ass-cheek, pre-cum oozing out and sticking like glue to her back. He can feel his balls aching with desire to explode inside her. He teases the edge of her hole with his finger, careful not to dip it inside, even though Sash clearly wants him to. Her wetness gathers up around his fingers, her muscles contract hard against his touch. How much longer can he hold himself back?
“Lets do it”, Sash says, “Right now.”
With her hands pressed against his chest, she pushes herself over in front of him.
Dante struggles to resist. What happens after this? Will he still need her when he’s got what he always wanted? Is this how he imagined it happening?
Warm water cascades over her back, and down between her legs. His cock throbs at the sight of her yawning slit, the button tight perfection of her tiny anus. She’s beautiful.
Sash.
His stepsister.
The object of his desire and the pinnacle of his three year wait. He’s fantasized about this moment for what seems like an eternity, and now it’s finally here, and she’s begging to have him fuck her. She wants it more than anything else in the world.
“Fuck me, Dante. Take my virginity.”
Dante can’t hold himself back any longer. Wine and dine? Fuck that. The first time has to be raw and bestial, it’s obvious to him now. He can fuck her calmly when he’s broken her in. Never before has he felt such an animalistic urge to dominate her. Not even the first time they fucked, did he feel so unable to control himself.
He may have imagined this happening a thousand different ways, each one of which was subtle and sweet, but looking at her now, he realizes that such an act shouldn’t be conducted in that way, and nor does he want it to be. Three years ago he may have rolled around on the bed and made love to her in the missionary position, but now, with everything that they have gone through together, he can see exactly what is needed. They are going to fuck hard. He’s going to explode inside her. Afterwards, tomorrow, for the rest of their lives they can make love, but now, he’s going to take her virginity and claim her. He’s going to own her.
With warm water spilling generously across his back, he forces his stepsister into a much more adequate position. When he’s satisfied, she’s knelt in front of him on the tiled floor, her back arched like a cat and her legs spread wide.
Sash can feel the hard edge of the grout between the ceramic squares dig into her knee. She can feel the heat rising close to her skin. She can feel her desire pouring out of her and then she feels Dante behind her, closing in like a dangerous animal.
She has never felt so turned on in her life.
Chapter 32
Unable to resist, Dante leans forward, grabs Sash’s ass-cheeks in his hands and runs his tongue the full length of her slit, taking great care to glide it over her clit, her hole and the tender, knotted skin of her anus. Sash moans heartily, her hands flat against the bathroom floor to push herself back against his tongue. Dante grunts a sound of ownership while he works away, keen to test the tightness of his stepsister virginity on as many parts of his body as anticipation will allow.
She’s definitely tighter and a whole lot more sensitive, that’s for sure. Pushing his tongue inside her pussy hole feels like trying to squeeze an unlubricated cock inside her anus. For Sash, it feels like every time they’ve fucked rolled into one and multiplied a thousand times. Each time he shoots the tip of his tongue inside her, she can’t help but scream out in delight, her pussy on the edge of combusting.
His tongue is one thing, but Sash wants the real thing. Teasing him has turned her on much more than she thought she would be able to control. Her pussy is literally aching to have his cock inside her, penetrating her for the very first time and taking away her innocence. Dante smacks her ass cheek, sending rivulets of water dramatically up into the air. He thumbs her anus and pushes his fingers around her clit, careful not to send them too quickly to the tightened muscle of her pussy hole.
“Fuck me.”
Sash moans, her voice stretched by desire.
Dante spanks her again, just to show her he’s in control. The sharp pain ripples out across her body, fantailing in a pulse of pleasure so tangible, she begs him to do it again. Dante doesn’t. Instead he dances his fingers lightly over her goosebumped skin, while he watches her pussy hole open and close before him, desperate to have his cock inside her. Here she is, prostrate for him. Supplicating herself before her one and only true love. Here, on the bathroom floor of a hotel room in Los Angeles is where it will happen. This is where it was always meant to be.
Dante repositions himself. He stands and pulls Sash towards him by her hips. He pushes a palm into the flat of her back, arching her up as much as is possible. Like this, he can drill down into her pussy, fuck his way through her brand new hymen and pump hard against her G-spot until she explodes into a million pieces.
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