Katie 2 (Desires #5)

6. Chapter 6

Chapter six

Brad

“ W ell, it’s your choice. Just figured you’d might like something new,” my dad says while running his fingers through Katie’s hair again.

How can anyone sleep through getting used?

“I won’t with you still touching her like that,” I grumble.

He holds his hands up and steps away. I climb onto the bed and glance down at her. She’s so helpless and all mine for the taking. I stroke her breast, squeeze it, then pinch her nipple. She moans softly, back arching to offer me more.

She’s so submissive when asleep.

I definitely prefer her fighting, knowing she’s active, then turning her thrashing and complaints into moans. I want to break her, not take the easy route.

He might like her quiet and limp, but I don’t. I flip her onto her stomach, push her face down into the pillow, and swat her ass. My dad steps forward, but I narrow my eyes.

“My slut, my way,” I growl as she starts squirming and pushing at the pillow. She whines when I spank her again, then swat her pussy. My cock hardens as she struggles to breathe, and I free it.

I grab a handful of her hair and lift her head up so she can breathe.

“What!” she yells.

I thrust two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass. She yelps in surprise and tries to look back at me. She lifts her hand to hit me, but I yank her hair back harder as she moans, her pussy so fucking wet, so fucking eager.

“Ah, so you’ll let ‘Daddy’ fuck you in your sleep, but I’m not welcome?” I demand.

“I didn’t… I… Brad?” she asks, trying to put the pieces together.

“Who else would be rough with you like you need, little slut?” I demand, jerking my fingers away from her. “Who else wouldn’t let you get away with coming when you want to?”

She whimpers and squirms. “But I…”

If only I had a belt to wrap around her pretty throat. Then I could leash her and keep her in place while fucking her like I need. It doesn’t matter. This will have to do.

I swat her pussy again, making her whimper. “Would you want to miss out on me while asleep? Huh?”

“Brad, I—”

“Yes or no?” I demand, giving her an inch of my cock. She moans and moves back, trying to take more of me, but I grip her hip hard. “Answer me or I’ll walk away, leaving you tied to the bed so you can’t touch yourself.”

“Brad,” Dad says.

“No. Please,” she whines.

“Oh, you want my cock in you now? Weren’t you just pushing me away?”

“I want you, please, please,” she begs.

“That’s right. Because you’re an eager little slut for me,” I growl, sliding all the way into her and making her mine while my father just watches.

He has his way and I have mine. Mine might be darker, more threatening, rougher, filled with punishments, but based on how Katie is whining and yelling, trying to bury her face back into the pillow to hide every sound leaving her throat, my way works just fine.

I push a finger in her ass, watching how well she takes me. “I need to use your ass again soon, little slut. I know you love having me back here in this tight little hole.”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Say it all,” I order, holding still. When she doesn’t immediately answer, I push her head back into the pillow, holding her in place while I just grind inside her, making sure she feels me, knows I’m in control, that she’s at my mercy.

My grinds become harder and soon her hands reach out, patting on the bed as she can’t breathe.

“And what are you?” I hiss in her ear and lift her head just enough for her to take a breath.

She pants, and I see the faintest smile on her lips. “Your good little slut.”

“That’s right,” I say before slamming into her again.

She takes my cock so fucking well. It’s never a question of if I’ll come. I know my brother got to have her in a lecture hall and I disrupted my father’s play, so I need to prove I’m better than both.

I bottom out again and again until her pussy squeezes around me as she half yells, half moans for me. She gushes on my cock, and I chuckle. “You got to come. What comes next?”

“Whatever you want,” she pants.

I increase the pace, jerking her back against me as I let go of her hair and grab her throat. She shudders, her pussy clenching around my cock until I slide out, flip her over, and come all over her breasts and face. I love seeing her wearing my cum.

She wheezes, looking at me with hazy, exhausted, freshly-fucked eyes, then slowly looks at my dad. She lies back while licking the cum on her lips. She runs her fingers over her breast and sucks them.

“Did you fuck me too, Daddy?” she asks, her voice all breathy and innocent.

“Always, Angel,” he says, and I pick her up without question to get her cleaned up.

I stay soft with her in the shower, telling her how well she did, how much she pleased me, how well she took me until she’s slumped against me, sparkling clean and so warm.

“I was supposed to just sleep,” she murmurs. “But I almost crawled into your bed before I fell asleep.”

My heart stammers, and I can’t fight the smile that tugs on my lips.

I kiss her softly, then harder, deeper, our bodies rubbing together until I’m nearly ready to go again. She knows how I feel about her. There’s no one else who compares. I proved that last semester while following her here to make sure that no one else caught her attention, to make sure that she didn’t forget who she belongs to.

“My sweet little slut,” I hum against her mouth.

“Brad.” She shudders. “I’m supposed to be asleep. School tomorrow.”

“And you’re so responsible, I know,” I say, rolling my eyes. “A good girl even when I want you to be naughty.”

“I’ve run from you,” she argues as I put her in a towel.

“Only when I told you to.” I snort.

“But—”

“Shush. Accept the compliment,” I say before kissing her forehead and leading her back to her room.

She puts on panties and a T-shirt, and I notice Carter sitting on her bed.

Katie kisses me, then sits next to Carter, kissing him softly. He lifts her shirt to rub her hip. “Did I fuck you too hard in the classroom?”

“No,” she answers gently. “I knew what I was getting when I wore that.”

“See, impossibly good,” I point out.

“Where were you, Daddy? You weren’t home for dinner.” Katie pouts a little.

“Are you complaining about not having me between your legs the second I got home?” he asks.

Katie blushes and shakes her head, but the question lingers in the air. She watches Dad and a chill rolls off him in waves. He saw Katie’s mom. That’s obvious. He rubs his bottom lip like he’d rather be drinking then leans against Katie’s dresser.

“The divorce is finalized,” he informs us.

Without missing a beat, Katie crawls up and hugs him. Dad doesn’t hesitate. He rubs her back and kisses the top of her head. “How many times do I have to tell you it’s not your fault, Angel?”

“At least double the amount of time we tell her,” I grumble.

“It’ll be fine. I told you, it’s been a long time coming. We were barely holding it together before she found out about you three.” He sighs.

“And you?” Carter asks.

“There was no point in bringing it up,” Dad dismisses, continuing to rub Katie’s back. “It just would have hurt her more. The wheels were already in motion. There was no reason to.”

“It would have caused more problems with the divorce,” Carter agrees. “Would have… raised tempers.”

“And dragged it out.”

Katie’s being shockingly quiet. “What do you think about all this, Katie?”

“I don’t think it’s my choice. It’s yours, Henry.”

“Daddy,” he corrects lightly, kissing her forehead. “I’m not ashamed of you… not really, anyway.”

This whole house is twisted. Three demons taking advantage of one sweet ‘Angel’, as Dad calls her. Then again, she’s not running unless she’s told to and she’s certainly not trying to hide anything. She had an out on Christmas. She could have kept her mouth shut, let her mother throw her at that age-appropriate guy, but she didn’t.

We may be monsters, but she’s eager to have us and that’s what really matters.

“Well, then we’re no longer step-siblings,” I note.

Carter rubs his jaw. “No, we’re not.”

“And I’m not your stepdad anymore,” Dad says while rubbing Katie’s jaw, making her look at him. He strokes over her bottom lip with his thumb. “How do you feel about that?”

“Doesn’t it make things easier?”

“Less taboo,” Carter says with a shrug. “Not that it stopped anything before. Just slowed things down at the start.”

“I still want the three of you, as much as I can have you,” she says.

I watch the three of them talk about her mom, what this means for us, how hard things might be and all that while staying quiet. After a bit, Katie looks over at me. She slips free of my dad’s arms and rubs my chest.

“Brad?”

“Yes?” I ask, my voice hollow.

Her eyes drop, and I sigh. I can’t be rough with her… after being rough with her. I hug her and hold her against me. I won’t rub her like my dad did or kiss the top of her head, but I can be gentle.

“I’ll still be in your bed when you wake up,” I say simply.

She nods and relaxes against me.

We’ll all be fine. We’re good at that. Plenty can change, but Katie… Katie is ours, and I’m not letting her go just because the title has changed. From stepbrother to boyfriend. It’s simpler and easier on her. That’s what matters.

But first, I need to make sure everyone knows to stay away from her.

Starting with that tool who thought he could talk to what’s mine.