Chapter 2 #2
I bite my lip, then scrape my teeth over it before I clench my thighs together trying to hold back the pleasure Silas is currently pulling from me.
A small desperate moan escapes me as I ride Silas’ hand until my world collides and everything goes bright as I pull Silas’ arm hard into me holding onto him as my body tingles with ecstasy as I cum, releasing all over his fingers.
Wave after wave of pleasure rips from my body and Silas doesn’t stop until he pulls every last inch of my climax from me.
His mouth finds my neck, his lips ghosting over my skin before his teeth sink into my flesh, making the orgasm more powerful.
My entire body shakes from the pleasure and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.
The sting of his bite burns into my skin, the aftermath of what we just did paralysing me for a moment.
I release Silas’ arm and he pulls his fingers from inside me, I shudder as he gives my clit one final flick.
Silas smirks at me, happy to see the mess he’s made of me and my shorts. He lifts his hand to his mouth wrapping his lips around his fingers, sucking the evidence from them.
“Fuck, princess you taste so damn good,” he groans.
I start to come down from my orgasm high and back to my senses.
Crap. I can't believe I let him do that. I'm so stupid.
“Asshole” I say, as I shove him away.
“Not so fast princess,” Silas gives me a cocky grin as he grabs my arm, tightening his hold on me before forcing me to my knees in front of him, he yanks down the front of his trousers freeing his cock.
Thick veins spread around his girth, while a bead of precum leaks from the tip wrapping his hand around his cock he begins to jerk himself, moving his hand faster each stroke on the verge of punishing.
A deep growl rips through the air before Silas grunts and spurt after spurt of cum hits my chest and neck, coating my skin.
Silas strokes every last drop out before he moves his cock toward my lips, spreading the remaining drops onto my lips.
“Like the taste of me princess?” He grins.
I glare up at him, the taste of him on my lips proving just how much control he has over me.
“I like seeing you covered in my cum princess,” he smirks.
I stand pushing him out of my way and storm back across the hall. I don't give Silas the satisfaction of looking back at him but I can hear him as I leave.
“Welcome to Monarch, Princess,”
I sit back on my bed. His cum coating my skin, a reminder of what I just let happen between us.
What the fuck was that? My stepbrother grabs me and I respond by pushing his fingers deeper into me.
Why did I go over dressed like that? Maybe I was teasing Silas, maybe I did want him.
Sure he is built like a greek statue and handsome but it’s not that, there was something about the way he grabs me, the force he uses.
He said he could snap my neck at any time and I believe him but why am I not scared, why am I so turned on by him?
I’m ashamed to admit it but I wish he’d gone further tonight.
How am I supposed to sit at family dinners with a straight face knowing I just came all over Silas’ fingers?
Maybe Silas was right, maybe I was a dirty fucking girl but there’s one thing Silas was wrong about; I don’t need to be punished.
I want to be.
Later that night after dinner finally ends, I close myself in my room needing the space from everyone, especially Silas. My mom and Cranford would not stop talking about Monarch Prep and what it means to go there. It all became too much and I need to escape.
I may sound ungrateful, but I’m not, I'm just overwhelmed, like there is so much pressure to succeed. To be this person I’m not even sure I want to be.
I knew my father wanted me to attend Monarch Prep, it’s all he spoke about, that he knew I deserved a position here, that anything in the past didn't matter, it was my birthright. I never knew what he meant but that. Why me going there was so damn important.
I swallow hard, the overwhelming feeling of losing my father rips me apart. He just left us, why did he leave? Why did he need to end it?
I swipe at the tears coating my cheeks, hating my father for leaving me behind.
I lay on my bed and put my headphones in. Closing my eyes and letting the music drown out my sorrow, I don’t really care what I’m listening to, I just need to drown the sound of my life out.
I’m not sure how long it has been when an eerie feeling washes over me, I’ve felt it before at the cemetery.
I sit up straight and look around my room but see nothing.
Something draws me to the balcony door, I take my headphones out and creep toward the door trying my best not to make a sound.
I move to the side of the balcony door and peek around the side of the door into the night.
The lights from the pool give just enough illumination for me to make out a dark figure in the yard.
I pull my head quickly back behind the door, hiding from the figure.
My body trembles. Someone is out there and is looking in my direction.
I muster up all my courage, I need to see who is out there.
I slowly creep my head back out from behind the door…
.I SCREAM!! The man from the cemetery, the one with the neon mask, is on my balcony.
He breaks the glass and tries to open my door.
I try to scream for Cranford or my Mom, but my vocal cords are paralyzed.
The man in the neon mask gets the handle to work as my balcony door flies open. I try to plead with him but no words come out.
He grabs me by the throat and throws me on the bed.
He moves towards me crawling across my body.
Unbuckling his belt unleashing his thick rock hard cock.
I don’t run, I don't scream I can’t move.
He begins ripping at my pajamas making a hole exposing my pussy, allowing him access.
He climbs on top of me, the head of his cock grazes against my clit before he settles at the entrance of my pussy.
Both of his hands are on the bed and I see my chance. I reach up and grab at his mask, tearing it from his head. It’s Silas .
I gasp in shock as Silas stares into my eyes.
“Truth or Dare princess?” he asks as he buries his huge thick cock deep inside me…….
I take a big gasp as I wake on my bed, alone, music still playing on my headphones. I quickly survey my surroundings, my balcony door is closed and not broken, there is no one else in my room or on my bed, my pajamas don’t have a hole in them but my pussy is wet.
Fuck another dream but this time it’s different, this time it felt so real.