“Take me.”
“Tell me.”
She sits up now, ready to distract him, to pull him away from the thought. He won’t let her. In his eyes, she sees those storm clouds. The love and the jealousy mixed in as one. Dante pushes her to the bed. He pulls his cock out and folds her leg, one over the other so she’s face down on the bed.
Quickly, as though part of the same unbroken motion, he’s back inside her, fucking her hard.
The pupils in Sash’s eyes dilate. Like this, he can see her asshole throbbing. He wraps her long black hair around his wrists and pulls. He spanks her ass-cheek, no desire to hold back and be reserved. Immediately, the skin bobbles and a flush of red rises to the surface.
She’s on the edge. Like this, she can feel him against her G-spot, pushing her in directions she’s never traveled before.
“Who?”
Sash can barely breath let alone talk. Her breath is peaking towards explosion. Short raspy breaths that lift the air out of the top of her lungs as soon as she’s sucked it in.
“Tell me.”
Dante’s voice is loud enough now to slip under the crack in the door and through the paper-thin walls.
It’s coming. His cock magnificent inside her. Swollen hard by purpose and forced forward by urgent desire. He smacks her ass-cheek again, pulling hard to tilt her head and lift her upper body almost completely from the bed. He fucks her so hard his body is almost a blur. His balls smacking against the sensitive skin of her pussy lips, his hips hitting hers hard, the bed jarring against it all, pushing against the far wall.
Reduced to nothing but a series of whispered moans, Sash stares at it, the edge disappearing beneath her quickly. Finally, when the rest of the world has melted away, she tumbles all the way inside.
The moment is unlike any other she has ever experienced. It rattles through her with the force of a train, exploding out of her pussy and sweeping through her skin. She screams into the pillow, her head forced there by Dante, and comes hard, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. The storm swirls in Dante’s eyes. He smacks her on the ass again just for good measure. Against his cock, he feels her pussy contract wildly, throbbing and spasming in short, violent bursts.
His.
Always his.
If she could fold herself up, she would, but Dante hasn’t finished yet. She’s almost too sensitive to have him inside her, but the choice isn’t hers to make. She wants it. She wants everything he gives her if it makes her feel like this, even if it destroys her.
“Come inside me, Dante. Please fill me up.”
The words are spoken in staggered almost disconnected syllables so the meaning is lost along the way.
“Are you on the pill, Sash?”
A spasm crawls across her belly and even though she can’t, she wants to put her hand there.
“Yes, of course. Come inside me.”
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Dante can do nothing else but let himself go. Twisting her body in an attempt to watch him, Dante is quick to place his hand on her head and hold her against the bed. The sensation is almost debilitating. He struggles hard to rise above it. Rocketing through his body from the tip of his swollen cock to his brain, he feels his knees weaken and the muscles in his neck snap tight. He growls to soften his screams, thrusts himself as deep as possible into his stepsister’s pussy, so that the mattress bends under his weight, and lets himself go inside her.
Each magnificent ejaculation is paired with a wild, uncontrolled jerk of his hips and a composed expulsion of air, as though all three things are needed in order for him to balance himself. When his balls are dry and he’s got nothing more to give, he folds himself across her back and listens to her beating heart.
“Jason”, Sash says after a long moment has passed. “Jason Walker.”
Dante makes a noise, the meaning of which Sash can’t quite determine. He lifts himself from her and carefully pulls his still erect cock out of her hole, delighted by the way the tight skin of her pussy clings to it.
Pausing momentarily, he watches her pussy hole close lazily, before a single drop of his cum leaks to the surface. Satisfied, he goes to his clothes.
Sash turns around, her skin still trembling with sensitivity. Even against the cotton of the bed spread, she feels like she might explode again in orgasm just by rubbing it across her body in the right way.
“Where are you going now?”
“You said you’d trust me, Sash. This won’t work any other way.”
“Stay with me, please, Dante, don’t leave.”
Dante already his his boxer-shorts back on. He pulls on his pants and then gathers up his shirt, righting it ready to be worn.
“I can’t stay. I can’t be seen to wake up here.”
“Then take me with you. Take me to your house.”
She’s up on her feet now, helping him with the buttons.
“I’m going away for a while. My plane leaves tomorrow.”
“Away where?”
“California. L.A.”
“Jesus Dante, what the fuck?”
“It’s work. Don’t worry, Sash, I’m coming back.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. It’s a big project. An expansion.”
He reaches for his jacket.
“Then take me with you.”
He pulls it on, and Sash smooths down the front of it.
“No.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not going to work.”
“I thought you wanted me, Dante. I though that was why you came back here.”
“It was, and I do, but you can’t come with me.”
“What am I meant to do then, wait until you come back?”
Dante doesn’t need to answer that question. Instead, he collects his shoes and socks, and sits on the edge of the bed, ready to put them on.
“Don’t do this to me, Dante. You can’t just come here and fuck me whenever you feel like it, that’s not going to work for me.”
“I need to know that I can trust you, Sash.”
Sash folds her arms across her chest.
“You know you can trust me.”
“You prove that to me, while I’m away and I’m all yours.”
“All mine? What does that even mean?”
“It means we talk about a proper relationship like before. It means being together.”
“Secretly?”
“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed Sash, but we are stepbrother and stepsister.”
Sash sits alongside him. “So what?”
Dante smooths the back of her neck and she tilts herself into his touch.
“It’s not illegal”, she says.
“If anyone found out, I could be ruined. I took a risk coming here, but I wanted to show you what you mean to me. We have to keep this secret, Sash.”
“Do you mean it?”
“What?”
“About being together in a proper relationship.”
“Show me I can trust you, and you’ll see that I do.”
Dante stands up. Out of his jacket pocket comes his wallet.
“Now you’re going to pay me?”
Dante takes out a credit card and holds it in the air in front of her. “That place was pathetic. You deserve much more than that.”
“That place was my home. You had no right to take that away from me.”
“Find somewhere you like. Treat yourself. Go shopping, start dance classes again. Wait for me.”
Sash takes the card.
“Do you have to go?”
“Yes.”
“Will you call me?”
Dante looks at her with his hungry eyes, the storm already passed.
“Show me I can trust you”, he says, ignoring the question completely.
Sash is quick to her feet. Desperate to show Dante who he belongs to, she wraps herself around him and pulls him into her for a kiss. Finally, she takes his hand and places it on her warm, still tingling pussy.
“C
an I trust you?” she asks. “
“I’ve never wanted anyone else in my life”, Dante says, and what’s more, she believes him.
As Dante crosses the road to his car, his phone already pressed to his ear, Sash isn’t the only one watching him. In the room next door to hers, hidden by a half-drawn curtain and stood in dark, impenetrable shadow, is her father.
The uneasy look on his face suggests he’s been awake for some time.
Chapter 17
She’s there to meet him at the airport. A tall, Latin looking girl with large, almost black eyes, full lips and long, jet-black hair. She’s absolutely beautiful. Dressed smartly and holding her hand, is a young boy who can’t be more than two years old. Lighter skinned, American features, a crop of rustic, sun bleached hair.
They wait patiently, eyes on the gate, excited to see him come through it. The boy especially. He has a huge smile of anticipation on his face, like he’s just understood the meaning of birthday presents, and is expecting a huge one to come through the door at any minute. He can hardly contain himself, eyes wide and hungry, strikingly familiar.
When he sees him, his unmistakable figure cutting through the crowd, his arms go up into the air.
“Daddy!”
Breaking away from his mother, he slips rapidly under the barrier, only to be gathered up mid-approach and carried back the way he came, a kissed greeting planted firmly on his forehead.
She takes her sunglasses off as he approaches, even better looking than the last time she saw him.
“Hello, Dante”, she says wistfully, taking the pair of them into her arms.
Chapter 18
Sometimes you can tell how expensive the clothes are in a store by how few they’ve decided to hang up on the rails. One end of a fat straw buried deeply in her frappuccino, and the other caught helplessly between perfect teeth, Sash sweeps her hand idly through the half a dozen thousand dollar dresses, as though more interested by the way they feel than the way they look.
Waiting anxiously at the supermarket check-out to see if her card was going to work, seems like a distant memory from someone else’s life. Not only does she have the power to buy anything that her heart desires, she’s finally got the one thing that money could never get her.
Dante.
A sour faced assistant observes her closely, suspicious she’s just another one of these women that come in here to dream. Sash smiles at her, but the gesture isn’t returned. Instead the woman says,
“You might find those a little out of your price range, I’m afraid. We’re a boutique shop.”
Sash doesn’t feel the need to rise to the bait. She’s happy today. She’s dancing again. She’s staying in one of the most expensive hotels in the city. Ok, Dante still hasn’t called, but after what happened last week, she knows exactly how he feels about her. She can still feel her pussy throb, her skin tingle with electricity just to think his name. Almost absentmindedly, she puts her hand on her belly and wonders whether it’ll be a boy or a girl.
Dante.
If she plays by his rules, he’ll be hers. She just has to wait for him to come back to her. Like a queen waiting for her king to come back from a distant adventure and claim her once and for all.
“Do you have this in a size two?”
Sash has chosen one of the dresses at random and holds it up for the assistant to see. She’s not even sure if she likes the design, but that wouldn’t really be the point of buying it anyway.
“That dress is six thousand dollars.”
“Oh.”
Sash lets it go quickly, a disgusted look on her face, while the assistant smiles smugly, her hands behind her back, rocking gently from the balls of her feet to the pads. It’s an action that says “I knew it. I saw you a mile off. Your type, coming in here, thinking you can afford these clothes.”
“Don’t you have anything more expensive?” Sash says, as seriously as she can manage, delighted to see the color drain quickly from the woman’s stone-like face.
A little flustered now, the assistant says, “I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, but it’s important for me to check, especially with first time customers. Are you sure you are able-.”
Even before the woman has finished her sentence, Sash pulls a huge wad of money out of her purse. There must be over ten thousand dollars there.
“Wait, maybe that’s not enough.”
Sash roots around again in her handbag, even though the assistant now has her hands up defensively to tell her not to worry.
“No wait-.”, Sash says, wanting to make a point. “Here, hold this.”
She gives the woman her now empty frappuccino cup. The woman wrinkles her nose up at the chewed straw, before putting the container carefully on the counter with the very tips of her fake-nailed fingers, should Sash request it back again.
Sash pulls out two more wads of cash.
“Here you go.”
She waves them excitedly in the air to show the lady. “I thought I had some change in here. Of course I can pay by card if it’s not enough. I only got it out because some places don’t accept plastic.”
The woman is crimson with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. We have to check. We get all sorts of people in here pretending to be able to afford it, you know.”
“That’s ok. I would have done exactly the same with you. I mean look at the dress you’re wearing for a start. That’s definitely not from here is it? I’m surprised they let you work in here looking like that.”
The assistant’s mouth hangs open long enough for Sash to count her fillings.
“Did you have it in a size two?”
“We make adjustments to every dress to ensure that they fit.”
“Perfect.”
“Which one was it that you wanted again?”
Sash flops into the large leather armchair usually reserved for well-heeled men, while they wait for their women to finish getting ready.
“Oh I don’t care.”
Sash smiles and gives a dismissive wave of her hand. “You choose.”
She does the same in several other boutique shops along the high street until she’s spent nearly fifty thousand dollars and is literally weighed down with armfuls of shopping bags.
Dresses she hasn’t even bothered to try on. Jewelry she doesn’t know if she likes. Scarves, belts, accessories and shoes for occasions that might never roll around. It’s more money than Sash has earned in her short life so far, and perhaps more than she’ll ever earn in a lifetime, but it’s less than a dent in Dante’s finances. In the time she’s taken to spend it, Dante’s earned double the amount back.
Sash feels like she deserves it too. She’s always been prudent with her cash, and never asked anyone for anything before. Even when she went to Dante in the first place, it was to ask for work and not a handout, so spending it so frivolously now feels like freedom and extravagance on an epic scale.
A pair of sunglasses for leaving her in the lurch, a ten thousand dollar evening dress for making her move back home, a four thousand pound pair of hand made, jewel encrusted shoes, because, fuck you, Dante, that’s why.
He owes her this for the way that he’s behaved, for the fact he’s been away for over a week and still not returned her messages, and most of all, because after finally dropping her guard, showing she was still in love with him and letting him back in, he went and slammed the door right in her face.
She’d often see women in Gucci sunglasses and Jimmy Choo shoes walking down the high street with arms loaded down by boutique bags on the way back from yet another failure of a job interview, but she never thought she’d ever be one of them. Sometimes those women would have an army of men with them, dressed in black suits like federal agents, only to carry their bags.
As Sash meanders back to her hotel room now, eyeing herself in the mirrored glass of the shop windows she passes, she wonders whether that should be something for her to think about. She’d need a dog, of course, as well. A tiny little c
hihuahua with styled hair and diamond encrusted collar. It would fit perfectly in her Louis Vuitton handbag. Bodyguards, pet accessories, what else could she buy with Dante’s billions? She knew it would get boring after a while, that instead of his credit card she’d prefer the real thing a billion times over, but until he felt he could trust her, and came back home from California, this would have to act as a compromise.
The hotel receptionist greets her enthusiastically. He trips over his words to compliment her, keen, in a purely professional sense to see what his new best customer has spent her day buying. Sash humors him, happy to be the center of attention for a while, before passing the bags to a bellboy and making her way with him into the elevator.
Her suite is palatial. Two bedrooms for little other reason than to give one of them the illusion of superiority, a huge living space, a vast bathroom with sauna and walk in shower room, and views over Manhattan from the landscaped terrace that Donald Trump would kill for.
The day after Dante left, Sash announced proudly to her father and stepmother over breakfast that she would be moving out again, having finally got in contact with her errant stepbrother, who much to her surprise, seemed more than happy to lend her a helping hand after all. Henry nodded quietly to the news as he sipped his coffee, congratulating Sash for finally getting through to him, while Tracy smiled in a kind of distracted way, jealous perhaps, Sash guessed, that her stepdaughter had succeeded where she had always failed.
She moved out that afternoon, this time in a taxi and not in her father’s beaten up, junkyard-bound Sedan. At first she had no idea how much she would be able to spend, or where she planned to go. Stopping in a hotel seemed like the most sensible thing to do, especially because she had no idea how long Dante would take to come back to get her. The taxi driver brought her to this one, and when she flashed the credit card and inquired at the desk, they seemed more than happy to accommodate her.
Sash dumps her shopping bags next to the grand piano. There are others there already from previous day’s outings that Sash still hasn’t had time to open. She gets herself a bottle of water from the mini-bar and then heads to the terrace to look out over the city. As the sun sets over the skyline, Dante’s tower seemingly always there in front of her, she wonders which direction Los Angles is in, and what Dante might be doing right this minute.
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