Best Friend's Little Sister

by Riley Rollins

  And suddenly I knew that the man in his dark mask had told me the truth. I had to go back… just one more time. I couldn’t leave without seeing him again. Because as exciting as that night had been, as impulsive and consuming and decadent as it had been, there had been something else too.... Something in his eyes, in the way he had touched me… and spoken to me… that had made me feel the very same way I did in this moment, with Violet’s back curving warmly into my belly. I couldn’t give it a name… I didn’t even understand how it could be true…

  But if there was a chance I could find him again, and have that feeling one last time,

  I was going to take it.

  11

  Will

  I’d shown up again at the Underground every night since the first one. Same jacket, same mask…

  And every night I’d gone home, hard, heavy, and aching with frustration.

  When I saw her walk in tonight, I was beyond ready. And a powerful wave of pleasure ran through me, thick and sweet. I knew she’d come back. I’d been right all along…

  “Angel.” In three strides, I was at her side. She’d only just made it beyond the door. I took off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders, covering the same sheer dress she’d worn the last time. Only tonight, her nipples were unbound and clearly visible. She’d tied the pink satin ribbon around her waist this time. The bow was soft in the back and the ends trailed down…

  I was hard even before I scooped her into my arms. “You came for me….” It came out a statement, not a question. I was already halfway up the stairs and had no intention of stopping. The only privacy waited up there…

  “Of course,” she answered, wrapping her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. Her silver mask glittered around her eyes. “You knew it before I did…”

  I exhaled heavily into her neck and breathed in the sweet, fresh scent of her skin. “I hoped… I imagined… I dared to dream…,” I answered, closing the heavy door behind us. “I only told myself I knew.”

  “I’m leaving tomorrow,” she said, as I put her down and stripped my jacket off her. She shuddered, making her round, perfect breasts sway… and her nipples grow even stiffer. “But you were right… I had to see you again… once more.”

  “Once isn’t enough,” I growled, kneeling in front of her so I could kiss the cleft between her breasts. “It could never be enough for us…”

  “It’s all I have,” she answered. “It’s all I’ve got to offer.”

  I kissed and licked, biting and teasing. I worked my way from the hard pink tip of each breast down the curve of her belly and buried my face in her sweet depths. She collapsed over my back and in minutes was crying out with release. Her pussy clenched, washing me with sweet, slippery wetness. “It isn’t all,” I argued, letting my hands roam her body. “I came inside you. I made you my own. You might have denied it was happening at the time, but you knew. You let me take you, and you’re here again for me now. You trust me more than you realize, Angel. Or you never would have come back tonight.” I picked her up and walked past the binding table and the instruments, the framed images of graphic sex on the walls…

  I had only one need. And it started and ended with her. I carried her to the bed and put her down. Just the sight of her mouth, only inches from the head of my raging erection had me painfully close to the edge. I stood, displaying like an animal. I was huge and dripping. I ran my hand over my darkened head and moved the slick liquid down my shaft until the entire length glistened. I spread my legs and let her see the effect she had. I was rampant and pulsing hard…

  But I never anticipated what happened next. She reached behind her back and untied the ribbon with a swift, smooth movement. Then she had my balls in her hands and was pulling me in. I felt slick, cool satin against my raging heat… she slipped the thin strip of satin around my balls… and the base of my cock… “Sweet, fucking Angel…,” I managed to gasp…

  The next thing I knew, she’d drawn it tight, using it like a leash… and I was inside her mouth. Eleven long inches of thick, veined cock, and she was swallowing me like I belonged to her. I rocked on my feet, gripping with my toes, and gave myself over to the sensation. Warm… wet… muscles working me like rolling waves…

  If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought she’d been practicing. But I knew full well what drove her. It was the same pure need we’d ignited in each other on prom night. That inescapable bond between us. Pink satin ties and sweet, sweet promise… She licked with her tongue, working my length, and I nearly collapsed at her feet.

  “Christ, Angel…” I drew out in spite of her protests. She gripped my ass in her hands and licked her lips. She tightened the satin… and my cock bobbed heavily with every beat of my heart. “You like to play, baby…,” I whispered, sinfully, “but not fair…”

  I captured her wrists in one of my hands and pulled her to her feet. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a longer, wider piece of satin. For a fast moment, I wondered if she’d remember… that I’d tucked the sash from her prom gown into my pocket so many years ago. The delicacy, the texture had always reminded me of that night… of her skin… It was the only thing I’d had left of her… A second later, and I’d bound her wrists up tight, her hands in front of her sweet pussy… her upper arms pushing her breasts together in the way that we both loved…

  I could see the excitement behind her mask, feel the heat of our chemistry beneath her skin. “No, Angel,” I said darkly, as she began to resist. “This is what you want… what we both want. And I’m the only man who will give you everything you need. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you.” I slipped my fingers under the edge of her mask. “And you knew it, too.

  This is what we were meant for…”

  But she whipped her face to the side, trying to escape the truth. I gripped her delicate jaw and felt the tiny muscles working. “Look at me,” I demanded. I butted my cock between her legs and felt how wet she was. I turned her, forcing her to look in my eyes. “You’ve already trusted me with your body, sweetheart,” I reminded her,

  “tonight you’re going to trust me with even more…

  Did you think I want a sub?” I asked. “A woman without her own will… without strength or courage or challenge? You’re going to let me see you tonight. All of you.

  Show me you have the courage to trust me.”

  12

  Angelina

  And I did.

  But I could feel my whole body shaking as he slipped my mask off… over my hair, and let it fall to the floor.

  We’ll never see each other again, I told myself, feeling the shivering sensation move deeper into my core. He doesn’t know my name… he only knows me… My body, my needs, how it excites me when he binds my wrists….

  “So beautiful…,” he breathed, taking my face between his huge hands. “So delicate… so strong…” He lifted the satin binding, pulling my arms up over my head, and backed me to the wall with his body. Chest to breasts, belly to belly, hips to hips… his cock pushed into my belly as he moved forward. When my back hit the wall, he smiled and slipped the end of the satin sash through an iron ring above my head. His cock, still tied off at its base, was now threateningly huge… But he took his time, as if his own release was the last thing that concerned him, as if the pleasure could last for hours.

  He tied thin, soft ribbons around my nipples until they were swollen and hard, prominent and achingly sensitive. He worked me with his tongue, his teeth, his fingers… and a long slim vibrator he selected from a dozen choices. By the time he told me to let my arms carry my weight, I couldn’t stand any longer anyway. I was shaking with need. He picked up one of my legs by the ankle and pushed it high, alongside my body, until my whole sex was exposed. I could feel the satin tie on his cock, dangling between us as he thrust himself deep inside me…

  Positioned like that, I was beyond tight. As tight as my first time, only wet and willing now. Just like the way it was with…

  He hilte
d himself inside and groaned heavily into my neck. The ribbon he wore touched my clit when he moved, creating a silky friction that fast left the memories behind.

  There’s only this man… this man…. This… I thought as his rhythm built. Faster and faster until I forgot he’d seen my face, no longer cared that he hadn’t even removed his own mask. It was enough that I knew his essence and he knew mine. By the time we both exploded in release, there was nothing but us…

  He’d untied my wrists and finally taken me to bed. I remembered waking in the night… our need for each other pushing us to make the most of the little time we’d still had. My whole body was tender, thrumming inside… still aching and hungry for more… But by the time I woke up in the early morning hours, I was alone again. His clothes were gone… and the door to our private room firmly shut. I could hear faint stirrings from other guests downstairs…

  I’d never know who he was, I’d never see him again. He’d gone back to his own life as suddenly as he’d come into mine. And I had my own life waiting, and a daughter to provide for.

  I sighed and turned, feeling a deep, stinging loneliness inside.

  “Are you sure that’s everything?” Jane asked, as I wiped my damp forehead.

  “Everything but Vi,” I said, smiling wanly. The whole morning had been a numbing blur of activity, made worse by my getting home so late. Or so early, actually…

  But we’d managed with Donna’s help, and because Mattie had started packing ahead of time. Such an organizer, that girl…

  Violet was seated at the piano, playing for one last time, and I was pretty sure she understood we were saying goodbye to the only home she’d ever had. She was playing something by Brahms. It was slow, with a hint of sadness. But there were notes of brightness, too, almost like she knew that moving forward was a good thing. I listened, wishing more than anything that we didn’t have to leave the piano behind. But it belonged to the apartment, not to us. There wasn’t a choice.

  “She gets it, doesn’t she?” Mattie asked, coming up behind me to listen, too.

  “I think so. I just wish there was some way to know for sure.”

  Mattie leaned the side of her head against mine. “It’s gonna be fine, Angie. You’ll see. Kids can adjust to anything, somehow. Maybe better than we can.

  You’re doing the right thing. You’re the best mother I’ve ever seen. And we can always ride the ferry back to the city. Donna will let her use the piano at her school.”

  “I know…,” I said, wishing I could feel as certain as she sounded. But change is harder for an autistic child, I thought. Even one with a talent as brilliant as Vi’s…

  “So you’re ready?” Jane pushed her expensive sleeves up over her forearms. Great sportswear, designer clothes, but this girl was no slouch. She’d carried boxes, too… I nodded and smiled over at her.

  “Just leave it all to me,” she said kindly. Her smile showed an endearing overbite and her brown eyes shined. “I’ll take care of the stuff. You just take care of Violet. We’re ahead of schedule and the boss already has the boat waiting at the dock. The guys and I will take care of all the unpacking, and you can get your daughter settled in with Mattie. I know you’d probably rather have the evening all to yourselves, but he’s already planned to meet you tonight.

  Dining room in the main house… Seven sharp.”

  13

  Will

  “Oh… oh God… No, no, no…”

  “I’m sorry, Angel. It was the only way…”

  She was right on time and dressed for success. My sweet Angelina. I could almost feel her last orgasm, still thrumming…

  I slipped off the mask in front of her. I wanted her to see me do it. There would be no more secrets between us. No more hiding in the shadows. It was time for honesty.

  “You knew it was me last night…”

  “I knew it the first night, Angel. I knew even before then… Finding you was the hard part. Making sure I was the first man to approach you at the club was not.”

  “And you let me think… I was there to… Why the hell didn’t you tell me it was you, Will?

  You let me think I was fu… that I was with somebody I’d never see, ever again.” She pushed her hands into her hair and it cascaded between her fingers. “You’ve humiliated me. You knew it was me while you kept your own secrets. And now…,” she trailed off. I could see a hundred different thoughts all dawning at once… “You bring me here… with my family… and you think that I can just go to work for you, like none of it ever happened?” She shot me a hard look that went straight to my groin. Beautiful, fucking, spirited woman…

  “Not like nothing happened,” I answered her. I left the doorway where I’d been waiting and headed toward her. The closer I got, the harder I got. She was so small and yet so powerful. With a look or a touch, she could change my whole world. The truth was, she already had.

  “Like everything happened,” I finished. “I’ve been looking for you ever since you left, sweetheart. Since Jimmy fucking broke your heart and you felt like your only option was to leave us all behind.” I took her into my arms and breathed her in. “All these years I’ve needed to apologize. For your prom… for involving myself where I had no right, for confusing you when you were still so young…” I stroked her hair back and felt a shift in my chest. “I had no right to do what I did back then. Maybe no right to what we just shared at the club. But once I knew where you were and I’d arranged to hire you…

  I found out that you and Mattie were going to the club,” I said, looking at her hard. “I have people on my payroll… I learn things… And I couldn’t let you go there and be taken by some fucked-up stranger.” I pulled her to me and felt that current run between us. “Can you forgive me that much, at least?” I tilted her chin up with my fingers. “Right or not, Jimmy or not, I couldn’t forget you, Angel. That first night… when you gave yourself to me completely…” I kissed her, letting my hands slip down her sides… around her back.

  “You left before the wedding…,” she said softly.

  “I couldn’t believe you were willing to marry that asshole… and I sure as fuck couldn’t watch you do it,” I answered. “He may be my mother’s son, but I don’t consider him my brother anymore. Not after what he did to you. And not after he left you alone with his baby inside you.” I looked down into troubled eyes. “He has no idea what he walked away from. And I won’t apologize for wanting you for myself.”

  She let out a long breath and I felt her body relax against me. “Jimmy saved my life when he left me at the altar,” she said. She put her cheek against my chest and I felt my heart turn over. “He was my only mistake,” she said softly. “Not you… not us…

  I grew up with stars in my eyes, looking at you, wanting only you… But you were so out of reach.” She looked up, her mouth open, her lips softly parted. “Jimmy was all my mom’s idea, not mine. I just let her control me for so many years…”

  “So now your daughter’s growing up without her father,” I said. Her eyes moved away. “I know you had a little girl,” I said carefully. “And I know that you’re protective… private.” I leaned down. “I didn’t look any deeper than that,” I reassured her. “I only wanted to know if you two were okay, and if Jimmy had ever stepped up as a dad…”

  She shook her head. “It’s way better he didn’t,” she said. She shifted in my arms and I stroked her back. “Violet’s mine. Me and Mattie… and Mattie’s sister, Donna, too. We’re her family. The only family she needs.” She stood taller and looked at me squarely. “I make sure she has everything she needs and it’s the reason I accepted this job…” She looked around the huge empty room. The entire house, at present, held little more than a table and a bed. “Tell me, honestly, the reason you offered it to me…”

  I tightened my arms, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pushing into my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d had so much clothing between us. It was interesting… exciting…

  “I want you,” I
said plainly. “In all these years, even thinking I might not ever find you, I never stopped wanting you. And I never stopped needing to do what I could for you, and for your daughter. I still don’t know her name…”

  “It’s Violet,” she said gently, and I could hear the love in her voice. “The day she was born, there was a huge bouquet of violets waiting in my room. Mattie had sent them… and the scent filled the air… They brought the baby into my room and put her into my arms. I counted her little fingers and her toes… I saw her face… and for the first time…

  I didn’t feel quite so alone anymore.”

  14

  Angelina

  I sat across the table from him, a plate of perfectly grilled salmon in front of me, a glass of chilled white wine in my hand. He was almost finished. I’d barely touched my dinner. My heart was thumping uncomfortably against my stomach and I had a feeling food wouldn’t help. My thoughts were running every direction at once. But mostly, I couldn’t figure out why I hadn’t known all along. How could I have given myself to him and not known… And why the hell hadn’t he told me…?

  “I should probably be getting back…,” I said, putting my napkin back up on the table. “I haven’t even been inside the cottage yet. As soon as we docked, I couldn’t get Violet to leave the beach.” I stood up, my chair legs scraped the tile floor softly. “Mattie and Jane got stuck with all the unpacking. I should at least be there to put Violet to bed.” He stood, too, and his napkin fell to the floor. “This is more change than she’s used to…,” I went on. “And it’s already late…”

  “But I haven’t shown you the house…,” he took my hands in his. They were warm and steadying. “You are still willing to stay… to do the job I hired you for?”