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Chapter Three

Eitan

She will come to see that this is for the better good, for her better good.

She’ll come to see that I am only looking out for her best interests.

I need her to loosen up, and I know the only way that Brodie loosens up is with a bottle of vodka. I can't give her the glass bottle, though, so I decant the chilled drink into a plastic bottle. I leave it beside the bed and go about my day, checking the cameras and laying traps. When I check the cameras a little later, I see Brodie drinking deeply from the bottle.

I leave her to it. Keeping an eye on her from time to time to see her slowly get more drunk.

She hardly ate; that much alcohol on an empty stomach will make her drunk quickly.

When evening falls, I take her some food to soak up the alcohol—an egg sandwich, simple and tasty.

She watches me come in from the bed. She isn't hiding her breasts this time, and she seems like she is swaying slightly .

"What do you want?" she slurs the words. "Why are you keeping me here?"

"For your own good, Brodie." I sit beside her and hold out the sandwich.

She takes a swig from the plastic bottle but pushes the sandwich away. I set it down next to the bed. She can eat it later. She settles back and fans herself. "It's so hot in here."

"It's the alcohol making you feel warmer than you are. The heating is at the perfect temperature." I watch as her breasts heave up and down with each breath.

My eyes trace her curves, and I reach out to stroke her arm gently. "It's okay. I'll take care of you. I just wanted you to relax a little."

She giggles. "I'm very relaxed now." She closes her eyes.

I take out the poppers and unscrew the lid. I hold it under her nose, and she inhales it, lifting her head up sharply. "What is that?"

"Just something to keep you in the mood," I comment.

"Like drugs?" She shakes her head, no doubt feeling the euphoria wash over her .

"It's not a drug like an addictive substance, just something to loosen you up."

She runs her hands up and down her body. "I feel hot and..."

"And what?" I ask quietly, my eyes watching her hands fondle her breasts.

"Horny," she groans.

I hold the bottle out. "Inhale it again, and I'll show you pleasure like you've never known."

She leans over the bottle and breathes in the vapors. She falls back with a smile, and one hand slides down between her legs to touch herself.

I put the poppers away and get up, undoing my pants.

"What are you doing?" she asks drunkenly.

"I want to show you what pleasure is, what love is."

I climb between her legs and slide my fingers between her folds, sliding them into her. I work my fingers in and out of her already-wet pussy. She groans and tips her head back. "Eitan."

"Hush," I growl as I work my fingers. "Lie back and enjoy yourself. "

She starts to rock her hips back and forth, and I know she wouldn't be enjoying this as much without the added help, but maybe once she has enjoyed it once, it will entice her for more.

At least, that's my reasoning.

I unzip my pants and stroke myself with my other hand before I settle between her legs.

"Wait..." she groans. "We shouldn't."

"But it'll feel so nice," I murmur, kissing her neck.

"So nice," she murmurs back to me.

I can smell the alcohol on her as I push into her. It's as tight and as sweet as I imagined it to be.

I start to move my hips back and forth, picking up speed while trying to control myself. I want to make love to Brodie, not just fuck her. I reach between us and touch her clit as I move my hips. She arches her back and cries out.

I'm sure she's had sex before; she's certainly partied hard enough, but I want this to feel different. I want her to feel different. I want her to fall in love with me the way I've fallen in love with her.

I capture one of her nipples in my mouth, and I tease it with my tongue and teeth as I move.

My little ‘sister’ squirms with my touch, and I know an orgasm is building up inside of her as she moves her hips to meet mine.

That's what I want.

I want her to meet me halfway, willing.

"Eitan." she cries out. "It's too much. It's too much."

I feel her pussy clench around my cock as an orgasm rips through her. Her hips buck wildly as she cums. It's unlike anything I've ever seen before.

I continue to move my hips, and I continue to finger her clit, even as her orgasm tears through her. She clenches around me again.

"Are you enjoying this?"

She flings her head from side to side. "Yes," she eventually cries out, whimpering in pleasure.

I thrust a few more times in and out before I bury myself deep inside of her and release my load. She falls back onto the bed, her face bright and red, sweat dripping down her body.

I pull out of her and lean over, kissing her cheek. She mumbles something, but she's out. It was too much for her to handle.

I hope she remembers every detail when she wakes up.

I hope she sees that we're meant to be together.

That nothing can come between us.

That I won't let anything separate us now that we've joined as one.

I get dressed and go to my room next door to shower. I change into fresh clothes and then sit down at the cameras to watch her. She sleeps soundly, contently.

Perfect like the angel she is to me.