12. Twelve
Twelve
Rocky
I grab my phone and set it back down several times before typing and retyping a text to Betsy. I’m not sure how or what I want to say.
Casually bringing up kinks isn’t something I ever imagined doing with my niece. Well, I’ve imagined it, but there are no repercussions in my dreams, and Bull hasn’t banished me from his home the way he did in the few days since the blowup.
He demanded a truce on sex discussions until after Christmas. It’s the only thing all of us were able to agree on.
I’m treading on thin ice reaching out, but I have to. I can’t let him freeze her out the way he has, and I have my own apology to give.
And I need her to know how much I love her. I wouldn’t be worthy of her if I waited.
Fingers tapping nervously on the screen, I keep the text simple: I did some digging on that CNC thing. Can we meet?
Using the acronym should be a hint that I’ve done research, without saying anything obvious in case Bull sees the message. I leave out the part where my cock gets hard at the thought of her resisting while I take control. I’m still wrapping my head around that being a thing.
Not ready to believe the internet, I asked Laz. With his straightforward, sex-positive attitude, he said, “It’s one of those things that feeds our primal instincts. It’s why people enjoy things like boxing and MMA, but instead of beating each other up, you give each other orgasms. Win-win.”
He normalized it for me, helping me realize it’s just another kink that can be fun if done right.
Betsy: Dad leaves at 7 pm.
I stare at the simple message that clarifies when I’ll step into uncharted territory. Is it really that easy? Is a text too impersonal? No point second-guessing myself. I want her. And I plan on taking her.
The rest of the day crawls by. I try to distract myself, but my mind keeps drifting back to Betsy. The way she challenged Bull, her boldness, her vulnerability. It’s a dangerous combination that I’m drawn to like a predator to prey.
It’s barely 6:30 when I arrive. I couldn’t wait any longer, but Bull’s still home. I use a pull-off past his house to wait discreetly.
His Volvo pulls out a few minutes before seven. Forcing myself to stay put for another minute, I finally have my chance to give Betsy what she should have gotten the night of the auction. Her first sexual experience done right.
She’s in her bedroom when I enter, but comes down right away. Her long, flowing dress trails down the stairs behind her. It’s casual, but I imagine it being her wedding gown.
That’s jumping ahead a few steps. Somewhere in the middle, we’ll have to rectify all of this with Bull. I hate when we’re at odds.
“You’re gorgeous.” The words tumble out before I can stop them. My eyes trace the soft curves her dress hides.
Her cheeks flush. “I couldn’t put makeup on or Dad would have suspected something.”
“Good.” I take her hand as she gets to the bottom. “You don’t need it. You’re beautiful just like this.”
Her eyes narrow as if she wants to ask something. I tell her, “Speak freely, and know that I’m here to apologize.”
Her eyes light up.
“What were you about to say?”
“It’s silly.”
“Then I want to know what you consider silly. I want to break all of the barriers between us. I’m sorry about the other day. I apologize for how I reacted to what I heard in your audiobook. My reaction was judgmental and crappy. You trusted us enough to share your desires, and we shot you down.”
She starts to look away, but I catch her chin. “Hey, look at me.”
The zing of exhilaration that shoots through me with the command is mirrored in her eyes. This is what she wants. I would have never guessed, nor would I have tried it without her prompting.
I continue, “I did some research. You opened my eyes to things I never knew existed.” My thumb traces her jawline. “Things I’m very interested in exploring. With you.”
“Really?” Her voice wavers. “You mean that?”
I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. “We have to be open and honest, Betsy. So tell me what silly question you were about to ask earlier.”
“It’s nothing.” She shakes her head.
I’d thought about how I’d show her I’m willing to try. It needs to be on her terms, so I pull her close and slap her ass.
Her body shudders and she gasps. But her smile when she looks up at me clarifies it was the right move.
“I’ll spank it out of you if I have to.”
“That’s hardly encouragement for me to say it.”
“Hmm… then I won’t spank you unless you tell me.”
She rolls her eyes. “I was going to ask if you really think I’m beautiful.”
I stroke her hair. “You’re so beautiful. Why do you ask?”
She looks away.
“We have to be open and honest.”
“Because Dad won’t let me date and Grandma’s always talking about ways to make me better. Your whole family is gorgeous. I thought I didn’t measure up.”
“You set the bar for them to strive to. Grandma’s always like that. Her generation felt everything needed fixing. And she truly enjoys all of the tweaks. But I’m pretty sure your dad didn’t let you date because he couldn’t stand the thought of sharing you.”
“Sharing me?”
“How long do we have?”
She fidgets with the ribbon around her waist. “Two hours.”
Not enough time for everything I want to do with her, but we’ll make it count. I take her hand, leading her to the couch. My heart pounds as I sit beside her. “I should let him speak for himself, but I’m fairly certain he started grappling with his feelings for you about the same time I did. Your kind, dreamer’s heart was suddenly wrapped in a goddess’ body.”
“So he didn’t bid on me at the auction to save me from embarrassment if no one wanted me?”
“God, no. Neither of us could bear the thought of another man touching you.”
Her smile brightens. “And yet, here I sit, nearly untouched.”
“That’s why I’m here. It’s all wrong. You shouldn’t have to wait to be loved.”
“Loved?”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “Yes, Betsy, I love you and I want to fulfill your desires.”
“I love you too, Rocky. Bull’s going to be furious though.”
“He wanted to wait until after Christmas. We don’t have to. I can’t bear for you to think that what you want is wrong.”
“You’re willing to…”
“Remember the safeword. If anything is too much, you say ‘red,’ and we stop. No questions asked.”
She nods, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I liked the roughness Bull used at the club. I want you to do that. Take control. Bind me.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Slow down, sweetheart. We should start with regular sex first. Build up to the other stuff.”
Her brow arches, a playful smirk on her lips. “Make me.”
The irony of her challenge makes me laugh. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. Her lips are soft, pliant, and more heavenly than I imagined. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, dancing with hers.
Her soft moans grow and her hands start to explore my chest. I hate to do it, but what better time to start our game? I pull back, grinning. “I had no idea you were so naughty.”
She scoffs, a mocking gleam in her eyes. “Naughty? Is that the best you can do, Uncle Rocky?”
I pause, recalling the articles I read. Degrading terms? Is that what she means? I search her face. She’s never looked so eager, so sexy. “If I overstep in any way, use your safeword.”
She runs her fingers up my inner thigh. Challenge accepted.
Time to switch tactics. “My little slut better watch her mouth.”
Her eyes widen and a smile crosses her face at the harsh, but welcomed words. She leans in, attempting to kiss me, but I stand, towering over her. She reaches for me.
Taking control, I grasp her wrists, holding them between us.
“Not so fast. We do this my way.” I release her, stepping back. Her eyes follow me, hungry and curious.
I drop my pants, letting my cock spring free, already rock-hard. Her gaze locks onto it, and I’ll never forget the pure joy in her expression. I wrap my hand around the shaft, stroking slowly. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips.
“Tell me where you want this,” I say, my voice low and husky.
“I thought we were doing non-con?”
“I didn’t say I was going to put it where you want it, you greedy little whore.”
“My mouth.”
Stepping toward her, I position my cock in front of her mouth. She reaches for me again, and I grab her wrists with one hand and slap my cock against her cheek with the other. Pre-cum catches on her cheek and drags to her lips. Without missing a beat, she licks my tip. A string connects us as I pull away.
Then she slowly drags her tongue over her lips and reaches onto her cheek while staring me dead in the eyes. “You want to mouth-fuck me, don’t you? See how deep I can take your cock?”
Holy shit. I’m not mentally ready to hear my niece talk like that. It’s already the best sex I’ve ever had. “You’re gonna take it so far down, you won’t even have to swallow my cum, it’ll already be down your throat.”
Her cute fucking grin disarms me.
As much as I love her looking up at me from under her lashes, I have to leave time to clean up or do damage control, God forbid this goes wrong. By the time Bull gets home, life needs to seem normal. Nothing can mar what we do tonight.
With my firm grip, I guide her to standing. I feel so vanilla compared to the world she’s exposed me to. And maybe if I’d been reading romance novels, I’d have some idea of how to get her dress off in a suave manner. Something sexy…
She squirms, trying to touch my cock, and lord if I don’t want her to.
“I’m not going to be able to fill you with cum if you keep wiggling.”
“Unless I wiggle on your cock.”
For fuck’s sake. She’s relentless.
Grabbing the bow around her waist, I yank to untie the ribbon, then use it to bind her hands.
I lean in, my voice a low growl. “You’re going to do what I say, when I say it.”
Betsy smirks, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “As long as you make me.”
That’s it. I spin her around, holding her back to my front, trapping my erection between us. My arms fold over her chest, her breasts squishing under my arms. “If your greedy little pussy wants to be fed, you’ll quit sassing me.”
Her body shakes, sending fear through me. “You okay?”
She nods, her breath hitching. “I didn’t hear anyone say the safeword.”
Fuck! I put a little space between us and slap her ass, the sharp sound ringing out louder than I intended.
Her moan takes away my fears.
“Climb onto the couch, you little cum-slut. Lean over the back.”
She moves to comply, but with her hands bound, she struggles. I help her onto the cushions, steadying her as she leans over the backrest. The skirt of her dress is in the way, and I realize my mistake. I should have removed it before binding her. Too late now. I shove the fabric up, bunching it around her waist.
And that’s when I discover she’s not wearing panties. Fuck me. Her bare ass is on display.
I sink to my knees, my mouth watering. Spreading her legs wider, I can’t resist leaning in and biting one cheek, just hard enough to make her yelp. She squirms, trying to escape, but I hold her hips firmly and bite the other one. She squirms again.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl, licking the spot I bit. I can’t wait any longer. I dive between her legs, my tongue finding her wet pussy. She moans, pushing back against me, and I feast.
How Bull could hold off after tasting this, I’ll never understand. Or maybe I do. Maybe tasting her was his undoing, the exact instant his world broke. But I’m not Bull. I’m the man kneeling behind Betsy, eating her pussy like it’s my last meal.
If Bull walks in, it might be.
I slip a finger inside her, testing her tightness. She clenches around me, and I groan, imagining how good she’ll feel around my cock. I’ll have to go slow, no matter how much she begs for more. This has to be good for her.
Her moans grow louder, more insistent, and I think I’ve gone to heaven as her pussy swells even tighter. I double down, moving my finger to her clit so my tongue can plunge inside of her.
My balls make all kinds of threats to unload but I beg them to save every last bit of cum for her womb.
She comes hard, her body shaking as she cries out, pushing back against my face. It’s the best moment of my life.
While she’s still blissed out, I rise, reach my fingers around to her clit and position my cock at her entrance. I inch into her slowly, feeling her stretch around me. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to give her time to adjust.
“Rocky,” she breathes, “I need more.”
“You’re gonna get it all, you dirty little slut.” I wrap her hair around my fist. “Don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” That last bit is because I’ll go off if she moves, and I haven’t been inside of her nearly long enough.
“What the hell?” Bull’s voice crashes through our scene.
Shock jolts my body. Betsy and I both flinch but in opposite directions. My cock slides out. The motion is too much. My balls spasm. Cum sprays from me, landing on her back, in her hair, and on the couch.