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I am her Daddy, after all. And nobody controls my Little girl’s pleasure but me.
Juliet
I’m strapped to a table, helpless, completely at the mercy of my sick, twisted stepbrother. While he treats me like a literal toddler.
This day could notpossiblyget any worse.
Oh, wait. There’s also the fact that if my pussy could talk, it would sit up and beg Jasper to fuck me.
I’ve been horny before. But I’ve never felt anything close to the need between my thighs now, so intense it’s actually bordering on painful.
Worse than the actual arousal is the knowledge that I must be just as sick and twisted as he is if I’m actually enjoying this humiliation.
Strong fingers wrap around my ankles, lifting my legs high enough so my bottom raises up off the cushion. I suck hard on the pacifier, thankful the taste of soap has mostly faded by now, and the fleeting thought that I wish it was his cock races through my brain.
Stop it. You are not enjoying this. You arenot.
But my pussy still hasn’t gotten the message. When my legs are lowered again, this time onto something soft and cottony, I have to flex my hands to keep from reaching for my clit.
Please, god, don’t let him see how fucking turned on I am.
My prayers, as always, go unanswered.
“Look at this pretty little pussy, just dripping for Daddy. Making such a mess. But that’s okay. Daddy knows just how to keep his little princess clean.”
Before my brain can even begin to comprehend what that might mean, his hand slides up my calf, then my thigh, inching closer and closer to the place where I’m absolutely mad for him.
“You’ve had such a hard morning, haven’t you, princess?” he murmurs, the tips of his fingers stroking the bare skin of my inner thigh. “Would you like Daddy to make you feel better, baby?”
His fingers move even higher, leaving no doubt as to exactly how he plans to make me feel better. And though the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to say no, to fight, to do something, anything to get away from him, there is another part of me. A part I’ve been fighting for years to deny. The part of me that has always wondered… What if?
What if we weren’t “siblings”? What if we were simply strangers, moving in the same social circles? What if he saw me from across the room at some social function, and we made small talk, and he charmed his way into my bed?
I’ve been fighting these impossible thoughts since I was a teenager, daydreaming about my dashing, world-traveling older brother coming to rescue me from our overbearing parents. Whisking me away for a life of glitz and glamour with his equally rich, equally dashing friends.
And while this is certainly nothing like those daydreams, there is still a part of me that’s obviously harboring that crush. And it’s that part of me that comes roaring to the forefront of my consciousness, demanding we answer the question we’ve been asking since we were fifteen years old.
What if?
So even though my brain is screaming at me to stop, to fight, I find myself nodding. Silently telling him yes, please, touch me. Make it all better, Daddy.
And I’m rewarded with the brilliant flash of his smile as he slides two fingers inside me, curling up and hitting just the right spot.
I arch up as much as the restraint around my chest allows, but that feeling of being pinned, of being helpless only makes me ache for him more.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, Juliet. Such a needy little baby, so desperate for Daddy to touch her and make her feel good.”
Humiliation washes over me, heating my entire body. And fueling my need, making me hotter, wetter than before. I whine around the rubber tip in my mouth, mindless as the need overtakes and my head thrashes from side to side.
“That’s my pretty little princess. Make a mess for me, all over my hand. Let Daddy feel your pussy squeezing my fingers when you come.”
His words, and the humiliating need they inspire shove me straight over the edge and I come with a loud cry, my pussy spasming around his fingers like the good little slut I apparently am.
But I’m too far gone, too lost in the fog of pleasure clouding my brain to worry about that right now. I grin up at him around my pacifier as he wraps me in something soft.
“You did such a good job for Daddy, princess. Now, let’s get you dressed so you can go meet your Auntie Cat.”
Chapter Six