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ELIJAH

Four years ago

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

Our eyes lock for a moment as she glances at me through the mirror, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Don’t you have something else to do, Elijah?”

Two weeks stuck in this cabin with each other is the absolute worst-case scenario.

This place came into my mum’s possession when her grandmother passed away. Two years ago, I had no idea that fate would lead me to cross paths with a person I had never laid eyes on before.

A fucking stepsister.

Stephen never mentioned having a daughter, and my mum never brought it up either.

The only thing she whispered to me before I departed was, “Remember, do what you excel at.”

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s aware of what I do for a living.

So, I followed her advice and dug into Stephen’s past.

A past that’s well sealed, thanks to his rank in the police department.

Even though Iris doesn’t trust me, which is fair, she doesn’t know me. I persistently extracted a falsehood for the truth.

And somehow, I’ve become excessively protective of this maddening tiny individual with striking green hair.

This place has been our meeting spot for the past two years, although our stays are usually limited to just a few days.

“Do you have a slut theme party?” I raise my brow.

“You’re fucking 26, so why don’t you fuck off and call one of your bimbos?”

That’s a way to turn me on.

I trap her against the wall and whisper in her ear. “You’re not going out like that.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Your big brother, apparently. So why don’t you zip it and stop blabbering? Or do you need something else to get it occupied?”

I run my fingers along her smooth, bare leg, gradually lifting her skirt until my hand finds its way to the front of her knickers.

“Eli,” she breathes. “What are you doing?”

“I told you. You’re not going out like that.”

Her underwear is forcefully ripped off, causing her to gasp in surprise as my other hand firmly grips her hip.

Iris’s preferences became clear to me as I discovered she is particularly turned on by rough encounters, forced situations, and the thrill of being watched.

My perfect match.

“Elijah. Don’t. Please.”

My hand slowly rises until it reaches her pussy, and with a firm grip, I insert two fingers into her tightness.

Fuck, she’s already wet.

She tries to stifle a moan while simultaneously pushing me away, but my grip only tightens around her.

“You better keep quiet. You don’t want the neighbour to see or hear you, do you?”

“I… I… Stop. Elijah, stop.”

Gathering every ounce of her strength, she shoves me, causing me to lose my balance and stumble backwards before she bolts away.

“You better run fast, pet. If I catch you, I’ll do more than fuck you.”

I rise to my feet, savouring her lingering taste on my tongue as I lick each of my fingers.

I know this cabin by heart. She has no chance of escaping me.

Taking my time, I make a detour to my bedroom and carefully retrieve the collar and leash before heading downstairs.

I strain my ear, hoping to catch even the faintest sound. It takes me a few minutes, but the unmistakable crack of the old floor in the attic reveals her presence.

It’s a shame I didn’t consider it earlier. It’s the only place where we can step out onto a balcony and admire the view.

Or having people looking at you.

I cautiously open the stairs that are hanging from the ceiling, making sure not to make a sound as I slowly lower them before climbing.

I purposely stomp on the stairs, creating a resounding thud, as I make my way through the attic.

“Irisss,” I sing while scanning the room. “I know you’re here.”

The balcony is open, and a gentle breeze causes the curtains to flutter, revealing a single strand of her hair.

With the collar and leash firmly in my grasp, I make a swift strike, but she evades me effortlessly, dropping a multitude of items as she races by.

She grabs a lamp and hurls it at my face, causing a sharp pain, and the metallic scent of blood fills the air.

“You’re going to regret that.”

“Fuck. You.”

In her frantic attempt to open the stairs, she runs, but I swiftly grab hold of her hair, causing her to lose her balance and stumble backwards.

“Not so fast, Sirène . Where do you think you’re going?”

Her nails leave deep scratches on my skin as she fights against my grip, her voice filled with desperation as she spits out, “Elijah, let me go.”

“Afraid not.”

Her hair is yanked as I drag her towards the glass window, where she quickly presses herself against it, closing it in her trail. “What are you going to do now?”

I feel her spit hitting my face, and without hesitation, I gather it up and place it in my mouth.

“You should know better now.” I firmly press her face down towards the floor, making sure she can’t see anything. With my foot on her back to keep her still, I proceed to attach the collar and leash, all while enduring her barrage of insults.

Good. She’s feisty today.

“Elijah, I swear to God.”

“You swear what?” I lift her skirt, my hand finding its place on her ass as she whimpers and groans at the same time. I pull sharply on the leash, causing her head to tilt back, as I quickly unzip my trousers. “You’re going to be a good slut for me, aren’t you? And take me all the way in?”

“Fuck. You.”

I’m already hard, the adrenaline pumping in my system as I force myself in her mouth in one go.

She gags and coughs simultaneously, intensifying the sensations as I thrust deeper.

Her head remains tilted back, immobile, as tears well up in her eyes and her breath grows laboured.

I remain inside her mouth, my dick pressing against the back of her throat as I tug on the leash, restricting her breath.

“Fuuuck,” I growl. “You’re a fucking whore for your stepbrother’s cock, aren’t you? A perfect slut for me.”

I pull out, giving her a chance to inhale deeply, but as soon as she starts coughing, I forcefully insert myself back into her mouth.

Tears stream down her face, leaving streaks of smudged mascara around her eyes.

With my thumb, I spread the black further across her face.

“You look like a fucking goddess like that.”

Pulling out, I watch as she takes a deep breath, the sound of her exhale filling the room.

“Fucking bastard.”

I forcefully pry her mouth open, but she fiercely resists, attempting to sink her teeth into me, and I retaliate by spitting in her mouth before firmly closing it.

“Despite not having soap to wash your mouth, my saliva will do. Swallow.”

Her mouth fights to open, but the leash tightens around her collar, leaving her no option but to swallow.

“See. Sluts usually do what they’re told.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

A satisfied smirk plays on my lips as I glance through the window and notice the flickering candlelight illuminating the faces of the three neighbours as they enjoy their dinner on the terrace.

It’s far from being dark outside, and I know they’ll see every inch of her.

I wish I could be the one watching her.

Opening the window, I let the wind swirl into the room.

“I guess we have an audience.”

“Elijah, please don’t,” she pleads once more, but her words fall on deaf ears.

While my dick is still out, I grab her by the leash and pull her outside before bending her over the fence.

“Oh fuck. That’s high,” she groans.

It is true. We’re nowhere near the ground.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” I warn. “Look in front of you and let them hear how good I fuck you.”

She opens her mouth to speak, but a loud moan escapes her lips as I begin to thrust into her, filling the air with her moans.

It doesn’t take long for the people outside to point out the noise and direct their gaze towards us.

“Let them see.” I tug on her top, causing her breasts to bounce into view.

“Oh, fuck.”

I pull the leash back abruptly, allowing them a clearer view of her body pressed against the fence, her gaze unwavering.

“Do you like them watching you while I fuck you?”

She lets out a whimper as the three of them begin to lower their jeans, their hands slowly reaching for their cock.

“I guess they like watching you. Eyes on them.”

I secure the leash around my fist, cutting off her breath as I firmly grasp her hips and increase the speed and depth of my movements.

“Fuuuck,” I growl. “Can you feel how hard you’re making me?” I pinch one of her nipples before slapping it, making her cry out in pleasure. “Tell me, whore. Who do you belong to?”

“I… I…”

“Not an answer.” I groan as I fuck her deeper until my balls are against her ass. “Try again. Who do you belong to?” The sound of her screams fills the air as I deliver a firm smack to her ass.

The guys’ hands move with increasing speed on their shafts, their moans blending with Iris’s screams.

“I… Elijah. Fuck.”

“Who the fuck do you belong to?” I shout, and I know the guys heard it.

“You!” she screams. “I belong to you!”

“Good fucking girl. Come for me now.”

My hand wraps around her throat while my other hand forcefully pulls on her hair, causing it to fall back.

“You’re going to take everything I’ll give to you, aren’t you, slut?”

“Y-yes.”

“Open up then.”

I lean in and spit into her mouth once more, my fingers instinctively finding the tender spot on her throat. I apply pressure, cutting off her breath and sending her into a powerful climax.

“Fuuuuck.” I growl.

The sensation of her spasming body sends us both tumbling into a euphoric frenzy.

Her breath becomes laboured as a sharp whistle cuts through the air, coming from the direction of the other guys.

I pull out, leaning down to carefully push my cum back inside her before presenting my fingers to her waiting lips. “Clean them up.”

The way she sucks on each of my fingers, her tongue caressing and swirling, leaves me completely captivated.

“My cum should always be in your mouth or in your cunt.”

With the leash and collar removed, she stumbles towards me, her unsteady feet unable to carry her properly.

Carrying her in my arms, I kiss the top of her head, feeling the warmth of her fatigue against my chest. “I’m not done with you.”

“I’m supposed to go out,” she grumbles in protest as I carefully place her on her feet to navigate the stairs.

“Not happening.”

We enter the cosy lounge, where the crackling fireplace fills the room with warmth.

“El—”

“Top off.” I stretch out my hand, palm open, silently urging her to place it there. She says nothing. She knows it’s futile with me.

I am captivated by the sight of her breasts as she removes her top, their pink areolas beckoning me with an irresistible urge to suck and bite them. “Now, your skirt.”

She takes her time to remove it, leaving her completely naked in the middle of the lounge.

I gather everything in my hand and swiftly cast them into the fire, the sudden burst of flames causing her to gasp and then shout in disbelief.

“Are you out of your mind? What the fuck?”

“I told you you’re not going out dressed like that. If I could glimpse your pussy, others could too.”

“Controlling asshole,” she mumbles.

I raise my brow at her before reaching for the fireplace tongs.

“Cold or hot?”

“Eli.”

She moves from one foot to another, her body peering to perfection, her glance fixed on me.

She’s fucking perfect.

“Hot.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

I nod approvingly and observe her as she positions herself while I toss the tongs into the crackling fire.

I don’t leave it for long, as the metal heats rapidly, scorching everything it touches. Although she craves the pain, I am reluctant to subject her to a complete burn.

Leaning closer, I observe as she’s hunched over the table, her back arched and her posture completely focused.

My fingers delicately trace patterns on her skin before being replaced by the tongs.

Her scream fills the air as the burning metal leaves a searing trail of redness on her flesh.

I use a light touch, allowing it to softly graze her skin.

“Elijah.” Her voice catches in her throat.

“More or less?”

“More… Please.”

Each of us has our own unique ways of dealing with life’s challenges. Iris uses pain and roughness as her coping mechanism for dealing with her trauma.

She holds the power to bring it to a halt whenever she chooses.

She’s in charge.

I know her body.

I know when she needs a release other than sex.

I can give her that.

And I know when to stop, even when she’s begging for more.

I keep moving the tongs in a slow motion until it grazes her ass.

“More?”

“Please.”

I carefully extract the metal from her skin, causing her to gasp as she suddenly loses the sensation of it. Then, I lift her up and seat her on the table.

I retrieve my knife and make my way back to the fireplace, its crackling sound filling the room. I hold the blade near the fire until it reaches the perfect temperature, then take it out with caution.

“Don’t move.”

I carefully secure her leg and press the scorching blade against it, savouring each moment as I etch my intricate design onto her flesh.

The sound of her moans and groans fills the room as the blade glides across her thigh, her futile attempts to move her legs abruptly stopped by my intervention.

“Stop moving, or it’s going to be messed up.”

It is no simple task to trace a serpent with a blade, as its sinuous movements make it elusive. It’s a good thing that drawing is one of my job requirements.

It takes a sizable portion of her thigh, but it doesn’t matter.

She bears the permanent mark of my obsession, a brand that cannot be erased.

Our mark.

She’s branded by me.

She belongs to me, and I will ensure that she remains trapped, unable to escape.

“How wet are you for me, Sirène ?”

“I-Fuuuck. Drenched.”

“Good. Let me see then.”

I take a step back and sit on the chair, observing as her hands move from her chest to her abdomen and then lower towards her pussy.

“Show me what’s mine.”

Her moans fill the room as she delicately circles her clits, the weight of pleasure causing her eyelids to droop.

“Eyes on me. Let me see my hand touching my pussy.”

Her cries grow louder as she quickens her pace, struggling to maintain eye contact with me.

“I’m gonna come,” she bites her lips.

“Then do it.”

I resist the urge to touch myself as she screams, her eyes locking on mine and her body convulsing in orgasm.

I stand up and walk towards her, noticing how her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. I gently take her fingers in my hand and bring them to my mouth.

I suck on them until every drop of her release is gone, then kiss her forehead.

“Good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.”