22. Aria

22

ARIA

M y fingers tremble as I type a text message to Lisa.

Hey, sorry I got lost earlier. I'm home now and really tired. Catch up soon.

Jared's intense gaze burns into me from the driver's seat. "Good girl," he purrs, caressing my thigh.

How can I crave the person who abducted me, who pushes me further into depravity? And yet, as his fingers creep higher, teasing the edge of my skirt, molten heat pools between my legs.

Taking a shuddering breath, I glance at Jared as he drives us back to the house. The secrecy of our relationship heightens my anticipation. "So, our parents are gone for the week," I state, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jared flashes me a dark smile. "I know, baby. Just you and me." His hand squeezes possessively. "No interruptions."

I swallow hard. "What... what do you have planned?"

"I have lots of plans for us," Jared purrs. "Starting with reminding you exactly who you belong to."

I shiver, both dreading and craving his next words. "Jared, I... I don't know if I can do this. What if they find out?"

His grip tightens. "As long as you're a good girl and obey, everything will be fine." His tone is low and dangerous, leaving no room for argument.

I want to protest, to tell him that I can't keep going down this path, but the words die in my throat.

"I'll... I'll try," I whisper.

Jared's lips curve into a satisfied smile. "That's my girl. I knew you'd come around." He leans in, his breath caressing my cheek. "This week will be unforgettable. Just wait and see." He pulls into the driveway and turns off the engine, getting out and striding to the front door.

I follow him into the house, my heart pounding. Everything feels different now, tainted by what we've done and what's to come. As I glance around, my eyes fall on the familiar surroundings, and an overwhelming sense of wrongness washes over me. How can I be here, in this place that holds so many memories, doing these unspeakable things with my stepbrother?

"Come with me." Jared strides toward the stairs. I hesitate, feeling different now we're back at our parents' home. "Now,"he demands.

Following him up the stairs, I hesitate, my steps slowing as he walks into his old bedroom.

Once inside, he shuts the door and turns the lock, making my stomach flip.

"Strip," he orders, his voice cold. "Get rid of those clothes."

My fingers fumble with the buttons of the doll's outfit, the fabric slipping from my shoulders as I reveal my bare skin underneath. I hesitate again, feeling incredibly vulnerable, standing here half-naked in our family home. But Jared shows no mercy, his beautiful blue eyes burning.

"The rest. Take it all off."

I obediently slide out of the skirt, trembling fingers betraying my nervousness. I stand naked before him, my body exposed in the dim light.

"Get on the bed. Lie in the middle and spread your legs." Jared's voice is heavy with heat, his gaze raking over my naked form. "Get comfortable, baby sister."

I do as he says, my heart hammering in my chest as I lay back on the soft sheets. This was his bed, and now I'm waiting for him, anticipating his next move.

What new level of depravity will he take me to?

Jared smiles, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. "Perfect," he whispers, stepping closer. "Absolutely perfect."

His eyes are dark and intense, his jaw set with determination. I swallow nervously, my heart beginning to hammer in my chest.

"Remember my baseball days, Aria?" he asks, his voice soft and menacing at the same time.

I nod slowly, unable to speak.

"I loved the feel of the bat in my hands." His eyes never leave mine as he speaks. "The power it gave me." Reaching down, he pulls out a baseball bat from under the bed. My eyes are drawn to it, trepidation washing over me.

"What... what are you going to do with that?" My voice shakes, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

I glance between him and the bat, uncertain but strangely aroused.

Jared's lips curve into a twisted smile. "I'm going to fuck you with it. Show you a whole new level of deep."

A jolt of fear mixes with a spark of arousal at his words. "Jared, no... please," I whisper, my voice cracking slightly. This can't be safe, yet my body responds with a rush of heat building between my legs.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Shh, you'll love it." Jared's voice is a soothing purr as he steps closer, the bat gripped tightly in his hands. "I'll make it good for you."

I bite my lip, torn between fear and a craving to experience the forbidden. "I... I can't," I breathe, my chest heaving as I try to calm my racing heart.

"You can, baby. You will." His gaze holds mine, challenging and commanding at the same time. "You'll take it all for me."

I want to deny his words, to tell him that I can't do this, but the denial catches in my throat. Instead, I whimper softly, my body yearning for the unfamiliar pleasure.

"Good girl." Jared takes a step closer, his eyes glittering with dark promise. "This is happening. You'll feel so good, I promise."

"Please," I whisper, uncertain if I'm pleading for him to keep going or stop.

The bed dips as he climbs on, moving between my spread legs. I feel incredibly vulnerable, exposed, and at his mercy. Jared positions the bat at my entrance, his gaze holding mine. "This is what you need, what you crave."

I can't deny the molten heat pooling between my legs as I feel the hard length of the bat pressing against me. I bite my lip, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me.

"This is going to hurt, baby sister." Jared's voice is a sultry whisper, his free hand smoothing my hair back tenderly. "But I know how much you like it rough."

"Please, Jared..." My voice trails off as I search for the right words. I want him to stop, yet I yearn for him to continue. The forbidden nature of us is fucking intoxicating, even as my rational mind screams at me to stop.

Without warning, Jared thrusts the bat inside me. A cry escapes my lips, a mix of sharp pain and unexpected pleasure. The bat stretches me, eliciting a rush of wetness that coats it, easing its entrance. It's not quite as thick as his cock, but it's still thick enough.

I whimper, the bat stretching me. Jared watches my reactions, his face a mask of concentration, his eyes devouring my expressions of pleasure and pain. He moves the bat slowly, twisting and thrusting, drawing a chorus of sensations from my body.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" His voice is hoarse as he watches my flushed face and hears my desperate pants. "Tell me how much you like it."

I can barely form words, but my body responds for me, my sounds a mix of pleas and encouragement. I'm torn between the pleasure and the burning need for more.

"Yes... there it is." Jared purrs, reading my surrender. "Take it deeper, baby sister."

The filthy words coming from his lips only serve to fuel my desire. I arch my back, moving my body to meet each of his thrusts, wanting to feel the full depth of the bat inside me even though I know it's physically impossible.

"Oh, fuck, Jared!" I cry out, my body trembling as the sensations become too much to bear. "It's so good."

"That's it, baby, let it burn." Jared thrusts the bat harder, faster, drawing out my pleasure. "Come for me, on my bat. Show me how much of a good girl you are for me."

His words are a match to dry kindling, igniting my release. I cry out, my body shaking as waves of pleasure wash over me. I can't stop responding to his demands, my body moving in perfect harmony with the toy, wanting to be filled completely.

"That's it, coat it with your juices." Jared's cock strains in his pants, the bulge visible. "Now, I'm going to take you even higher, baby sister."

I can barely catch my breath as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me. The bat, still embedded within me, throbs with each pulse of my release. My body craves more, the forbidden nature of his actions pushing me further into the abyss of desire.

Jared's eyes gleam with a dark satisfaction as he reaches for the tube of lube on his nightstand. This can't be happening. My mind is unable to process where this is headed. But even as my rational mind resists, my body betrays my secret desires, craving his touch.

"Jared, what... what are you doing?" I ask, my voice shaking, my gaze darting between him and the lube. I know what he intends, and it crosses yet another line.

"I'm going to claim every part of you." His voice is low and laced with danger as he squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. "Every hole is mine to fill."

I whimper, my eyes closing at the shame of what I crave. "No, please... not there," I plead, squirming. The bat shifts inside me, sending a jolt of sensation that only intensifies my arousal.

Jared chuckles. "Oh yes, there. Each and every hole of yours is going to be filled with my cum before dawn."

This is too much.

"Please, Jared... I'm not ready..." My words fade as his finger slips past the tight ring of muscle.

"Shh, relax, baby." Jared's voice is a velvet caress, his fingers working gently inside me. "Let me in, and I'll make it good for you."

I bite my lip, unable to stop the whimpers that escape my throat as he fingers my ass. The sensations are overwhelming, especially with the bat still embedded in my pussy.

"That's it, baby." Jared adds another finger, scissoring them. "Soon, my cock will be buried balls-deep in this gorgeous ass." He spanks my asscheeks and the sting makes my clit throb.

We've crossed so many lines, and yet, my body pulses with arousal, begging for more.

Jared leans down, his lips brushing my ear. "You want it, don't you?" he breathes, his hot breath tickling my skin. "You want me to fuck your tight little ass?"

My breath hitches at his explicit words, a mix of shame and arousal clouding my mind. "I... I can't..." I whisper, even as my body betrays me, pushing back against his invading fingers.

"You can, baby." Jared insists, his words fueling my desire. "You can take my cock in your ass while your pussy milks the baseball bat. I'll make you scream, mark my words."

I want to deny it, but the words fail to form on my lips. Instead, I whimper, my body moving reflexively against him, urging him on.

I can feel him pressing against the tight ring of muscles, poised to invade. I hold my breath, torn between trepidation and anticipation.

But slow isn't what I want anymore. My body craves more, needs to be filled completely, stretched to the limit by this man who has consumed my thoughts for so long.

"Please, Jared," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. "Just do it. Take me, claim me."

"As you wish, my eager little slut."

I cry out as Jared pushes forward, his thick cock breaching me. The sensation of being filled in both holes is overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure. The bat shifts inside me as Jared works his cock deeper, stretching me wider than I thought possible.

Pain lances through me, but I love the pain. I can feel myself getting wetter around the bat, my body responding to the delicious torment. I want to be marked by him, branded as his.

Jared growls. "You like that, don't you, Aria? You like being stuffed full with my cock and a baseball bat."

"Yes," The word escapes my lips in a strangled whisper. I can't deny it anymore. The pain, the burn, the exquisite pleasure it brings. All of it I crave.

Jared moves slowly at first, then with increasing speed and depth. The sensation of being impaled on the bat and his cock is indescribable.

"Oh, fuck, Aria!" Jared grunts, his cock buried deep inside me. "Your ass is so fucking tight."

The pain is sharp, yet it pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel tears stinging my eyes, my body trembling with each powerful thrust.

"You like it rough, don't you? You like feeling so full that you can't breathe."

"Yes," The word escapes my lips in a strangled whisper.

I crave this pain. I crave the way it pushes me closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive and burning with sensation.

Jared's fingers bite into my hips as he increases his pace, his breath coming in harsh pants. "Your ass is milking my cock, baby. I'm not going to last much longer."

I whimper, my body moving back to meet his thrusts, urging him on even as the pain becomes almost unbearable.

"I can feel you clenching around me, baby." Jared groans, his voice strained as he fights for control. "You're gonna make me come hard, deep in that pretty ass of yours."

The sound of his rough voice sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I'm lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, my body moving reflexively against his, urging him on. I want to feel him come inside me. I want to know that I've pushed him over the edge.

"Yes... Jared, please..." My voice is a mere breath as I encourage him, my body on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. "Let me feel you come in my ass."

His thrusts become erratic as he loses control, his breath coming in harsh gasps. "Fuck, Aria... I'm?—"

Jared's words are cut off by a hoarse cry as he climaxes, his release flooding me. The feeling of him pulsating inside my ass sends me over the edge as well, and I cry out, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me.

We collapse, our sweaty bodies still joined, the baseball bat still lodged in my pussy, our breathing ragged. Lying here, I feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed, and yet, my body thrums with the echoes of pleasure.

I feel Jared's fingers softly stroking my hair, a tender gesture contrasting our forbidden acts. He doesn't speak, nor do I, the silence heavy.

Jared's lips brush my hair softly, his breath warm on my skin. "That was incredible." His voice is rough with emotion. "You took everything I gave you and wanted more. You're amazing, Aria."

I swallow, my throat dry and scratchy. "I know," I whisper back, my voice cracking. "It was wrong, but I..."

"But you loved it," Jared finishes for me, his voice understanding. "It's okay, baby. I get it. Sometimes, the things that feel the best are the ones that cross the line."