36. Soren
SOREN
Back in my room, I don’t feel any better, and no matter what I do, I can’t relax. The only time I’ve felt okay today was when I was breathing her scent. It’s animalistic and simple-minded. I hate myself for even thinking it, but I give in and crack open her door.
Sable isn’t back yet. There’s nothing for me to see, but the smell calms me somewhere so deep inside I can’t fight or explain it.
I’ve already sunk this far, so I might as well enjoy it.
I go to her bed, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it to my face.
My cock hardens until the blood pulsing through it is pure pain.
I fight with my own belt, digging into my pants and grabbing myself.
Nothing is left of the careful man I’m so proud of.
My hand circles my cock, and I jerk myself hard and fast. There are so many ways this is wrong, so many ways I could be humiliated if I were caught, and I don’t get why that’s becoming a kink of mine.
The panties I stole have already gotten me off more times than I care to admit, and I’m as angry with Sable as I am with myself for causing this insanity in me.
My orgasm is coming far quicker than I’d expect, but why complain when you’re already rolling around in the mud?
My balls draw up, the base of my spine tingles, and the pleasure is better than anything I’ve ever felt.
It's wild that my own hand could make me feel that way, but I know deep down it’s her.
Thick white cum shoots across her dark-colored sheets, and there’s no way she’ll mistake what it is. Even dried, my cum will be obvious.
She doesn’t even know me yet. Hasn’t even seen me, but she’s mine if I want, and I’ve never been more interested in something I didn’t want.
I take a picture of my cum on her sheets to jerk off to later, then pull a pair of her panties out of her hamper.
They are so fucking wet, and my hanging cock twitches, asking for more.
I go back to my room with my prizes, and it’s not until I shut my door that shame rushes me.
I’m really fucking losing it . I try to get some control over myself, but tell me why my cock is already hard again.
Because she’s going to come back to her room and find your cum on her bed.
My hips twitch at the thought, and I can’t even lie to myself about my own feelings.
I stand at the door waiting, knowing it has to happen sooner or later.
Heart in my throat, cock hanging, I buzz with excitement.
I wait for her scream of disgust, imagining how she might sound.
I try so hard not to be like my brother that it often surprises me when I remember that I have these limits, because I’m actually far worse.
I imagine what she’ll look like when she finds it.
Her expression, those beautiful lips parting in outrage.
I wonder who she will blame for this, and I hope it’s not my brother.
It’s enough of an insult that our children will share the same DNA as each of us.
Stepping back slightly, I close the door even further, making sure there’s no way for him to see me through the tiny crack.
However, I follow his every movement. Why is he already in her room?
Is this what they were talking about earlier?
My hands ball into fists, and I want to march in and pick the fight I was hoping for back in his room.
Instead, I watch while he goes to her bedside table and leaves a bottle of water.
What the fuck is that about? Are they in love, and he needs to hydrate her or some shit?
I don’t know what this is about, but coming from Hadrian, any amount of his attention is a problem.
Not even five minutes later, the door to the hallway opens wide, and Orion drops Sable into the room.
“Run away from me again and you’ll pay for it.
” He removes the leash and waves her inside.
The door locks behind her, and her shoulders slump as she drops the performance she’s been giving all day.
She’s a good actor. Sable takes her shoes off and rolls her neck, obviously trying to get rid of the tension only my brother can provide.
The collar tugs at my heart, but I’m only feeling soft for her because I know the exact frequency of that migraine.
She finds the bottle of water but seems as confused as I am.
Sable doesn’t think too hard about it, though, because she drinks it.
Jesus Christ , this girl is asking for trouble.
Sable showers, changes into a silk nightgown, and climbs into bed.
She turns on a TV I didn’t realize she had.
One of them must have gotten it for her.
She falls asleep, a while later, but I’m still watching.
Hadrian didn’t leave her that bottle out of the goodness of his nonexistent heart.
I’m not sure what to expect, but I don’t care, I’ve waited eleven years for answers. This is nothing.
After two in the morning, his fucking door opens. That jealousy I tried to snuff out grows inside me. He left and enjoyed freedom. Why does he get her too?