Melody #2
That pressure is starting again—building lazily as I stare at him with panic. “W-what was that?”
He chuckles breathlessly. “I made you squirt, little sister, and you’re going to do it again for me. I want this floor soaked so I can watch you clean it up.”
“No,“ I beg, before he sets his brutal pace again, and my words become lost to the pleasure.
He tilts his head tauntingly, his voice crooning and strained. “What’s wrong, St. Melody? You don’t like what I do to you? The control I have over your body?” He punctuates his words with a thrust, rocking into me so deep that it makes my toes curl.
My mouth moves frantically, a sentence begging to be formulated. “Don’t—“
His fingers press harder, tightening the tension. “Don’t what? Use your words.”
He’s messing with me—showing that he has all the control. He knows I can’t think. All I can do is ride it out until he’s done with me.
“That’s what I thought,” he bites, his movements becoming sloppy. “Take it like the good fucking girl you are.”
The pressure becomes unbearable. It squeezes from me for a second time, and I whimper loudly as I soak us. My release runs down my legs and dampens Kaden’s pants. I pant heavily, my body feeling like a big sore as my limbs turn to jelly.
“You were made for me,” Kaden praises possessively into my hair as he untangles my limbs. My other foot finally touches the floor, and I feel like I could sink to my knees with the humming deep inside of me. My thighs are sticky and coated in juices, making my nose wrinkle.
“You’re not done,” Kaden says as he snatches the hair at the nape of my neck tightly. “Get on your fucking knees and taste yourself.”
That invisible tether pulls me—a leash wrapped around my neck as I obey.
I sink to the floor, getting a good look at the mess I’ve made.
Clear droplets are sprayed across the marble, marring the surface with my release.
Kaden uses my hair to push me down, my nose bumping against the cold floor as I close my eyes and lavish over the spots with quick passes.
The taste is heady and salty, and the act itself makes more heat blossom in my stomach.
Do I like this?
Being controlled by him?
“My good fucking girl,” he praises softly above me. It makes my thighs shift to hear his approval. “I won’t need a collar for this pretty neck. You’ll fucking crave my touch, Melody. I own you.”
Something new and sultry forms in me. I’ve done my own research on dynamics since The Hunt.
Call it an inquisitive nature, but it’s a lifestyle I find myself falling easily into as I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
I glance up through my lashes, my voice soft and submissive. “Yes, big brother.”
He grabs my chin, anchoring me in place as his gaze becomes consuming. “I fucking love it when you call me that.”
There’s shuffling toward the head of the stairs. My heart slams painfully, but I know better than to look away from him. I trust him. He wouldn’t let us get caught.
“What was that?” Mom whispers in the distance.
“I don’t know,” Dad says. “The kids were doing the dishes. Maybe they dropped something?”
Someone descends, taking the steps slowly. The footfalls are soft, and I know it’s Mom. She’s coming to check on us.
“Stay on your knees. You’re not done cleaning your mess.” Kaden whispers as he uses my hair to drag me toward the island. “Rest your head against the cabinets and don’t move.”
I ease back, my thighs folded under me as he presses his hips closer to my face. His cock hangs heavily, glistening with wetness as he stares down at me. “Open.”
My lips fall apart, the thrill making my blood bump faster as Mom gets closer. All she’s going to see is Kaden from this angle. She won’t see her daughter on her knees for her son.
Kaden backs me into the wood, using his hips to keep me in place as his length touches the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering as he stuffs my mouth so full that not a single sound escapes.
“Kaden?” Mom asks, releasing a breath as she stops at the base of the stairs. “What was that sound?”
He shrugs, his only giveaway the jump in his jaw as I begin to bob my head, sliding him in and out of my mouth while my tongue teases him. “Maybe it was Melody? She went to my bike to grab something for me.”
He places his hands on the counter, tension lining his shoulders as our power dynamic tips. I’m in charge now, and this feels better than any submission. He’s weak right now, trying to put on a calm face while my nails bite into his muscular thighs and I take him until there’s resistance.
“Hmm,” Mom hums. “It could have just been the door then. Don’t stay up too late.”
Kaden snatches my hair when my hand slides to his balls, and I massage them as I choke around him. “Who the fuck taught you that?”
I pull back, my lips puffy and swollen as I pant with a smile. “The internet.”
“Huh,” he muses. “Use your mouth on them.”
I dip down, taking one into my mouth as my hand strokes him from above. This angle allows me to see as pleasure wracks him, and his head tips back.
“Fuck, you’re too good at that,” he grits, his head shooting down. His hand covers mine, squeezing me as he forces me to stroke faster. I swirl my tongue along the seam, shoving my face further into him.
He yanks me back as he groans, his release coating my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth, conditioned to this ritual anytime he comes. As some splashes over my lips, I swipe my tongue to collect it, the salty taste making me hum.
He cups my cheek, tilting my head up to look at what he’s done to me. “You’re perfect, Melody.”
My cheeks flush more as I turn into his palm and nip at him. “Only for you.”
He helps me stand, hoisting me up into his arms bridal style as I wrap my hands around his neck. My feet kick as I smile. “My room or yours?”
“Mom is least likely to barge in on me, so my room.” He answers as he kisses my temple.