Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
“All things are poison, and nothing is without poison, the dosage alone makes it so a thing is not poison.”
-Paracelsus-
Logan
My hand holds the phone far from my face, despite the ringing still blaring through, as if the piece of tech is going to rip my face from my body.
In reality the person I'm calling may very well do just that or worse.
Law, the asshole that he is, refused to help me make this call.
Muttering something about me being a brat earlier and needing to learn my lesson.
If my damn parents hadn't been in the room I would have dropped to my knees and sucked his cock until he agreed to stay.
But alas, neither would leave or take the hint quick enough.
“It's about time that you called me. .” The dark purr of Ace’s voice sends shivers up and down my spine, my cock twitching in my pants.
“Been a little busy out here.” I try to snap back, but I can't seem to keep my voice from shaking and Ace chuckles softly.
“Have you been behaving yourself? I haven’t been able to check the camera yet but I will…” The threat hangs in the air between us.
Fuck… the camera…
“Of course I’ve been behaving.” I counter, hoping my voice doesn’t betray me.
“Were you bound and gagged?” His tone holds a promise of violence, the type that I crave.
“No, sir, I wasn't gagged and bound… though I wish I was.”
“So you are telling me you were just willfully choosing to disobey?”
I take a deep breath, trying to steady the nerves that have suddenly built and are now overshadowing any desire or lust that his tone had inspired.
Ace to his credit says nothing, giving me the space I need to think through my words.
He's good like that. It's what makes him such a good dominant. “Is your line secure?”
There is a brief pause before a snort, the sound coming out more annoyed than anything. “Of course, I'm on a job. Is your line secure?” I don't bother to respond to him. To confirm that I already made sure the precautions were up.
“It's Thea…” I finally say trying to ignore the nerves I feel saying her name out loud.
Ace goes utterly silent on the other line. Even his breathing stops. “What about my step sister?” Stepsister. The word sounds so filthy coming from his mouth considering how often I know he's gotten off thinking of her.
“She's here.”
“Say again?” Ace's voice turns to a growl. the words holding a promise of violence but right underneath them is fear.
I take a deep breath studying myself. “She hopped on a bus and managed to get herself to the other side of the pass. I found her after she had fled the bus and had been walking.”
I can't bring myself to say the rest of it over the phone.
Partly because I don't want to relive it again.
I don't want to have to remember shoving my fingers down her throat to get her to vomit.
I don't want to have to remember the seizures.
I want to remember the taste of her and the feeling of her tight pussy gripping my cock.
But another part, one more important than my own feelings, is wanting Ace to see her before he makes a judgment call.
“You mean to tell me after all this time she just suddenly shows up walking along the pass and you all just let her back into our lives to play house?” The venom that drips from his voice isn't shocking but I wince all the same.
“There is a lot you don’t know. That we didn’t know.” I say.
“Tell me Logan, have you and Law been fucking my step sister?” There's no right way for me to answer this question, either way I'm about to get in a huge amount of trouble.
Ace lets out a low sound of disappointment from my silence.
“So you have been putting my cock, the one that I own, into my step sister?”
“Yes sir.” I mutter.
“That is so disappointing.” He left out a dramatic sigh. “Here I thought you might be a good boy for me while I was away and instead I’m having to punish you.” I whimper at the words. My cock tenting my pants.
“Are you hard, Logan?”
“Yes sir.” I say in a hushed cry.
“Take it out.” My hand moves quickly, wrapping around my dick as I use my other hand to slide down my pants. I can't help the moan that slips from my mouth at the feel of my hands as it brushes the sensitive piercings. “Stroke yourself, no spit. I want you to feel the drag of your skin.”
“Yes sir.” I obey his instructions. The pain is laced with pleasure for me and I can feel my body already wanting to cum.
From the other side of the phone I can hear the distinct sound of his zipper going down, right before I hear him spit into his hand and groan as he grips his own arousal.
“I've missed you. I've missed that tight little ass and hot mouth.” I don’t think he means to say it. Ace isn’t kind or loving when he’s punishing me. He’s strict and savage.
Another moan slips from my lips. “Fuck sir, I've missed you too. I need you.” I’m hopeful, too hopeful, that he’s decided to take pity on me and forgive me without punishment.
The dark sound that Ace makes over the phone has me realizing just how wrong I am. “But do you need me? It seems you found a tight little pussy to bury yourself into. That doesn't sound like you need me.”
“What? Of course I need you sir! Please.” My tone is a little more desperate than it was before and I stoke myself faster. The friction between my hand and cock combined with my need to cum is beyond painful.
“Already desperate and begging are we? It seems to me maybe we need to get Law in here, remind you what happens to desperate boys.”
Fuckkkk. I know the exact punishment he is going to inflict on me. It's my least favorite kind and yet it's the one that gives me, in the end, the most satisfaction. I just hope I can survive it until he’s home…
Thea
My eyes peel open slowly, greeted by a dim room and the tv playing low in the background.
Sleep seems to have claimed me long enough for the afternoon light to fade into twilight.
My body feels overly warm in the blanket burrito I’m currently wrapped in, kicking it off I snag the water Tarin left behind and gulp it down.
Once empty, I contemplate the now cold coffee sitting next to it and decide against it.
If there is one thing that I’ve retained, it’s my need for good coffee.
And old, cold coffee is not going to cut it.
Dragging myself up I stretch my arms overhead, enjoying the sensation before I start to pad towards the kitchen in search of better coffee.
I get to work crafting and brewing my perfect cup in the silence of the house.
I glance around, hoping to see some sign of either Law or Logan but I come up short.
My eyes bounce to the door that Logan had been behind when his parents left, curious if he is still back there.
With neither Logan nor Law to be found I feel a chill spreading down my spine, old memories and feelings creeping inward that I have no interest in dealing with right now.
“Little dolllll.”
“Maybe Logan wants some coffee.” I mutter quietly to myself, desperate to ignore the past attempting to pull me under.
I hesitate for a moment longer before tip-toeing over.
Standing just outside I pause, straining to listen.
Silence builds and builds until I’m convinced he’s asleep or not here.
A strange sadness plays through my chest, a loneliness that springs up suddenly and has me turning away from the door with tears in my eyes before I hear a slight shuffle.
Frowning I lean forward, pressing my ear against the cold wooden grain.
It takes far longer than I want to admit for me to realize what exactly I’m listening to.
The air in my lungs is sucked free as the distinct sounds of pleasure emanate from behind the door.
“Please.” Logan begs in a pained sound. “Please let me cum.”
A dark, familiar chuckle is the answer to the pained tone. “Mmmm I don’t know if you deserve that. Not yet anyway. You’ve been awfully naughty. Maybe Law needs to join us, spank you until you are begging and screaming for him to stop.”
The words send my body into a tailspin, the very blood in my veins heating until it feels like I’m crawling out of my skin.
My nipples peak and arousal swirls through me.
I’m frozen to the spot, half of me wanting to join and the other half wanting to run far away.
My stepbrother, Ace, sounds exactly as I remember him.
And his voice seems to elicit the same, forbidden desires it always has.
“Fuckkkk.” Logan groans. “Sir fucking please…” His begging sounds pained, a needy whine to it.
“You are probably so messy right now, aren’t you? Leaking all over those pretty barbells.” Ace continues to edge Logan, and me, as I stand enraptured by the sound.
“I can’t… I need to cum. I need it.” Logan’s voice is the sound of someone who is so desperate they would do anything to achieve their goal.
Ace offers no soothing sounds or words, instead he just tsks, the scolding tone even heating my cheeks. “You can cum when I say you can and right now I’m thinking my bratty boyfriend needs a lesson in self control. If you can’t hold back you’ll need to stop touching yourself.”
“Fuck you, its my cock I can cum if I want.” Logan snaps back.
The silence that descends upon the room sends chills through me.
“You safe wording Lo?” His voice has an edge of danger to it.
He waits, five breaths almost six before speaking again.
“No? Then take your hand off my cock. You won’t be wasting a single drop of my cum because baby, it all belongs to me. ”