13. Jared

13

JARED

I did it. Aria is finally here. This gift to myself is long overdue. She's tied to the bed entirely naked as I removed that sexy pirate outfit she wore. Now, she looks so innocent and vulnerable. My heart pounds as I gaze at her.

I should feel guilty, but all I feel is a burning desire. She's so beautiful.

My hands tremble as I reach out, caressing her cheek, then trailing down her neck. Her skin is like silk under my fingers, and I yearn to explore every inch. I step closer, my breath quickening. Aria stirs, and for a moment, panic washes over me. But she's still out of it, and I can continue my exploration. The fire in my loins makes it hard to think straight. Torturing myself for years, watching her blossom, has driven me to the edge.

The need to mark her as mine is overwhelming. I want to brand her and make her understand that she's mine forever. There's no going back now.

I inhale her scent—a mix of chamomile and lavender—a drug to me.

"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice hoarse and strange even to my ears. "And I'm going to keep you safe. I promise."

I yank on the rope to test the strength, and she stirs. Her eyes flutter open. My princess is waking up. I step back, admiring my handiwork. The rope bites into her flesh, a stark contrast to her pale skin.

Aria blinks before focusing on the restraints. Her gaze locks with mine, and we're momentarily lost in each other. She won't recognize my eyes with the red contacts in.

After a few moments, her mouth drops open, emitting a primal scream. My cock painfully hardens further against the zipper of my pants, desperate to break free. I clench my fists, savoring the sound.

My princess is fully aware of her captivity now, and her fear makes me so fucking hard. I hold the power. I'm in control, and that is so intoxicating.

I watch as she struggles against her bonds, straining. The rope bites into her skin, and I imagine the mark it will leave.

"Please..." Her voice trembles. "Who are you? What do you want?"

I relish her fear and the power it gives me. But then, her bottom lip quivers, and something twists inside me. I don't want her to be too scared. This is as much for her as it is for me. She thinks no one sees her—the true her. But I've always seen her.

Unable to resist, I step closer. "Shh, you're safe with me. I'd never hurt you." My distorted voice is gentle.

Her confused and conflicted eyes search mine, but her body responds. I shouldn't be enjoying this, but the hunger is too overwhelming.

I reach out, my fingers itching to touch her again. I trace her jaw, my thumb brushing her full lower lip. "You're mine. And I'm going to take care of you."

She yields to my touch, her fear momentarily subdued by her natural response. It fuels my determination to make her see we belong together.

I kick off my shoes and climb between her legs, making her eyes widen. Her chest heaves, and she tries to shrink back despite the restraints.

"Please..." She whispers. "Don't."

I pause at the pleading tone of her voice. Then I remind myself that she'll understand eventually when she accepts we're supposed to be together.

Dipping my head, I gaze at her cunt. So fucking beautiful. Leaning in, I inhale the scent of her arousal and groan as my dick swells and leaks in my pants. Adjusting my mask, I lift it just enough to be able to taste her.

Confused and scared, Aria's eyes follow my movements, but there's a spark there—intrigue amidst the terror—and it drives me wild.

Dragging my tongue through her slit, I taste her for the first time. And fuck, she's delicious. I groan as the flavour of her explodes on my palate. God, a part of me wants her to know it's me tasting her—her stepbrother. But not yet.

A stifled gasp escapes her lips, and her hands curl into fists while I explore her pretty pussy, tasting every inch of her and committing it to memory. My girl deserves to be worshipped, and I intend to do that.

Using the tip of my tongue, I circle her clit, and the sound that leaves her lips—half moan and half scream—is the most satisfying sound I've ever heard.

Moving my tongue from her clit I push it inside her, lapping up her soaking-wet arousal and drinking it in like a fucking parched man. Aria squirms, her hips bucking as she practically grinds against my face.

That's it, little sister, enjoy every second of this.

My fingers curl tighter around her thighs as I move back to her clit, sucking it hard.

Her head tosses back, and a string of moans and whimpers escape her lips.

Fuck.

She's so damn responsive it's driving me insane. It spurs me on as my painfully hard cock swells harder against the confines of my pants.

All I want is to draw out every ounce of pleasure from her and make this moment last as long as possible, but she's getting close. Her body tenses, and I know she's on the brink of no return.

Making sure I speak with an unnaturally deep voice to disguise my true one without the distorter, I utter, "That's it, princess. Let go for me."

Her futile resistance is almost nonexistent, but my voice pulls her from the edge.

"Please... I..." She's struggling to form words, her breath coming in short gasps.

I stop momentarily. "Call my name, Aria. Say it."

She shakes her head. "I... I don't know... who you are..."

Goddamn.

I want to hear my name tumbling from her lips, but it's not time yet. Gripping her thighs tighter, I want to leave marks on her skin. "Tell me who you belong to."

She whimpers, back arching in pleasure as she teeters on the edge. "Y-you... I belong to you..."

My cock is so fucking hard it's killing me. "Louder. I want to hear you scream it."

"I belong to you!" She cries out.

"Good girl," I purr, returning my mouth to her perfect little cunt. Suckling on her clit, I slide a finger into her pussy, groaning when I feel her muscles tightening around it. When my cock splits her open, it's going to be fucking heaven.

But right now, I need to feel her climax for me.

"Come for me. Be a good girl and give me everything."

"Oh fuck!" She screams as I suck harder on her clit, sending her spiraling while pushing my finger in and out of her tight pussy.

I continue to lap at her, drawing out her pleasure, wanting to prolong this moment.

Her body shakes, her hands clenching the ropes that bind her. "Please... too much..."

I chuckle. "We're just getting started. I'm going to make you feel things you've never imagined." Pulling away, I meet her gaze. "But first, I want to hear you say it again. Tell me who you belong to."

Her chest heaves. "I... I belong to you."

Whether she's admitting it out of fear or because she believes it isn't clear, but the words send a rush of power through me. Climbing up her body, I hover over her. My dick is trying to punch a hole in my pants to get inside her.

"That's right, princess. And don't you forget it."

Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine. I want her to taste herself on my tongue. Initially, she freezes but then tentatively responds, her tongue tangling with mine. It's a forbidden kiss, and it ignites a fire within me.

When I pull away, I climb off the bed and push the mask back to ensure I don't muck up and give myself away with my undistorted voice. "You're mine. Only mine. And I'm going to remind you of that every day."

Aria's eyes widen. "You're crazy. You know that, right?"

"Maybe I am," I reply. "But you like it. I can see it in your eyes. You want this as much as I do."

She swallows, her gaze flicking between my eyes and mouth. "How do you know what I like?"

I chuckle, stepping closer.

Aria stiffens, and the sick side of me fucking loves the power I hold over this beautiful creature.

"I know a lot of things about you. I know what books you read that get your heart racing and your skin flushing." I tilt my head, remembering the countless times I've watched her on the camera playing with herself while she read them. "I know your dirty little fantasies, and I plan to make every single one of them come true."

Her eyes widen. "You've been watching me?"

"Oh, baby, I've been watching you for a long time. I know your every move, your every desire. And I intend to exploit them all."

She shifts, her cheeks flushing. "That's creepy."

There's a lack of conviction in her voice. Her body responds to my words. Slowly, I'm chipping away at my little sister's resistance.

"Is it, Aria? Or is it exciting? Knowing someone has been observing your every move, learning your deepest desires?" I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "Admit it. You like the idea of being watched."

Goosebumps visibly spread across her skin. "You're twisted."

"And you love it." I nip at her earlobe. "Admit that you want me to make your fantasies come true."

She bites her lip. "I..."

The war between her rational mind and her body's natural desire is visible. I know which side will win because our connection is too strong. It always has been.

"Say it. Tell me you want me to fulfill your every fantasy." My hand trails down her body, resting on her bare thigh. "Tell me you want me to take you places you've only fantasized about."

Her breath hitches. "Yes."

That one word is all I need. I pull the mask away from my mouth again and capture her lips with mine, kissing her heatedly. Mine. The word repeats over and over in my mind like a war drum.