6. Daisy
Six
Daisy
We’re completely alone in the dark alleyway. My hand grips the front of his leather jacket, the texture grounding me.
“I know exactly what you need.”
He steps even closer, his hard chest pressing against mine, and a sudden breath catches in my throat as I fight the urge to grind against him like an animal in heat.
He’s an asshole, yet unbelievably sexy, and my traitorous pussy doesn’t care if he hurt my feelings earlier in the night.
It’s quite inconvenient that I can’t stay mad about it.
Maybe later I can take my revenge for how he treated me, but for now I’ll unapologetically enjoy his attention.
His thick, smoky scent overwhelms my senses, and my eyes flutter shut as I bask in his presence. I want more of Jason. To get closer, to crawl inside of his ribcage and never leave. He’s an addictive, toxic drug, and I can’t get enough.
He grips my chin. “I’m only helping to get you in a good space before the rest of the high hits.
This means nothing. I just don’t want you freaking out.
What if someone sees and tells Jerry or your mom?
” The words leave his mouth in streaks of crimson.
“Then we’d be dead and it would be all your fault.
” My shoulders slump at his sudden coldness.
I don’t understand. I thought he cared. Stupid girl, he will never care about you, my inner voice mocks.
But I’ll take what I can get. This is the closest I’ve ever been to Jason.
“Found him.” Nicky’s voice startles us both, and Jason immediately steps back.
My eyes latch onto the newcomer—John, a hulking man dressed in all black, muscles bursting beneath the fabric.
His face is concealed by a disturbing clown mask, but I imagine he’s handsome, with striking eyes and a strong jawline.
He holds a knife that I think is real, by the way the blade reflects the light.
“Who’s this?” John’s head tips in my direction.
“A filthy little whore who just wants to be used.” I hold back a moan as Jason’s words shoot straight to my pussy, making my legs turn to jelly.
I want to pinch myself, to check that I’m not dreaming.
He might hate me, but nothing is better than sex fueled by anger.
The weight in my shoulders dissolves, replaced by a sudden urge to move.
“Fuck me like you hate me. I can tell you want to.” The words leave my mouth breathlessly before I have a chance to think, hoping that he’ll agree it’s a good idea. Jason laughs and instead grabs the knife from John.
“I don’t want you.” He spits out the last word. “I don’t want to touch you. This is a favor to stop you from being a pathetic embarrassment.”
“Well, thank you for your chivalry. Let me know how you’d like to be repaid.”
“And if you don’t want Daisy to repay you, I’ll take the IOU instead,” Nicky interrupts.
“She could wear a maid’s costume, or maybe I can roleplay being Jason and finding Daisy stuck under the sink.
” My eyes flick over to him, and I watch as John slaps Nicky on the back of the head.
“Ooh, harder, big boy.” I can’t help but smirk at his antics.
“John, hold Daisy for me.”
The tall, brawny man takes two steps forward before wrapping me in his arms. John’s warm breath tickles the side of my neck, trapping me against his body. I test my shackles and wiggle. His arms tighten around me like a boa constrictor, holding me firmly.
Jason walks towards me, knife in hand. “She’s been begging for my cock all night. How fucking pathetic. How desperate.”
My toes curl inside my boots, excitement pounding in my chest. Now, the paved ground is steady beneath my feet, the muscular body behind me making sure I don’t float away into the terrors of this drug-fueled trip, and the overwhelming lust for my stepbrother making me forget why I was even panicking in the first place.
“I bet you’d do anything that I ask.”
My head nods eagerly, my tongue tracing my bottom lip in anticipation of what he might want. Let me please you. I’ll show you how good I am, I plead silently.
“See, boys? Just a disgusting slut asking to be used.” He runs the blade of the knife along my cheek, careful not to slice me. The coldness makes me shiver, but I love the feeling of teetering on the edge of madness. I want to plummet deeper with Jason, to see how far we can go together.
My eyes lock onto his, fixating on the way his pupils have blown out, large, black saucers in his handsome face.
“Don’t be gentle. I can handle anything you give me.”
While I’m held back by his friend, Jason lifts my dress.
I bite my lip, heat pooling at the apex of my thighs.
He gently traces my skin with the blade, the slow, teasing touch torturous.
I’m on the verge of begging him to stop this unbearable ache.
A soft whimper escapes as I thrust my hips.
I gasp at the stinging pain blooming from where the blade cuts into my skin, but I don’t care. I need more.
He laughs, dragging his finger along the outside of my underwear. I track it as it trails down over my pussy, and my eyes roll back. My breath hitches, each exhale rougher than the last. I’m afraid I might come undone.
“You’re soaked. What a dirty stepsister I have.
” Jason slaps my pussy. The shock makes my body hum, and I again moan, loudly and unashamedly.
The attention of his two friends turns the tension into something even hotter.
I want Jason to take me in front of them, to show Nicky and John that I belong to him.
My hands grip the forearm restraining me as I watch Jason cut the sides of my underwear.
He tucks my panties into his jacket, treating them like a souvenir, as though there’s something about me worth keeping.
“You don’t need those.” He brings his face closer, lips hovering above mine.
“You need to be open and ready for me whenever I want to use you. You’re nothing but a pretty piece of meat. ”
He called me pretty. He thinks I’m pretty.
If anyone else talked to me with such objectification, I’d cut their balls off. But with Jason it’s different. It’s part of a game we’ve fallen into, even if his hot and cold behavior still leaves me trying to make sense of him.
My body is alert and open to Jason’s authority, eager for him to shape me as he desires. Surrendering control unleashes something liberating and exciting. But it’s also a path for me to get what I want.
Him.
It’s all for him.
“Now get on the ground and ride my boot. Show me what a good little sister you are.”
The grip around my neck loosens, and I quickly drop to my knees, my core hovering over his left boot’s toe.
I lift my gaze to Jason. His pupils flare even wider than before, darkness swallowing the color.
But beneath them? Hunger, raw and unmistakable.
It’s this connection that explains why I’ve been obsessed with him from the start.
My pussy touches the leather and I whine, my arms curling around his leg.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I hear Nicky grunt out.
“I need a better view.” From the corner of my eye, I see the blond man walk around into my line of sight.
I begin to rock my hips, dragging my cunt against his boot.
Knowing there’s an audience only spurs me on to make Jason proud.
I don’t want to disappoint him in front of his friends.
My arousal slicks up the leather, letting me slide up and down faster, my moans filling the alleyway. While I’m fucking myself on his shoe, there’s no shame. Only freedom and the unrelenting drive to take my pleasure.
“You make everyone insane. Look.” Jason’s voice cracks, rough and uneven, like he’s slipping out of control.
I look over, caught in a haze of need that makes it hard to focus. Nicky pumps his cock viciously in his fist, leather pants gathered by his knees with his eyes locked on us. He grins, noticing my attention, never slowing his pace, never looking away.
“Even John has his cock out for you. You’re such a whore, fucking yourself in front of my friends.” My eyes return to him. “Don’t stop. You’re going to come for us, you dirty little slut.”
He’s so mean. I love it. My fingers curl tighter into his pants for balance while I grind faster. I arch into the sensation, head tipped back as cold air kisses my skin and my moans tangle with the slick rhythm around me.
Jason angles his foot higher, the toecap hitting my clit at the right angle.
My eyes pop open as I gasp, trying to hold myself together, to stop from going over the edge.
It’s a battle I quickly lose. A loud shriek rips itself from my lungs, my body shaking from the heat spilling between my thighs and onto his leather boot.
Jason keeps rocking his foot through my release, dragging broken whimpers from my throat. I’m unable to stop my body from shuddering helplessly against him again and again.
“J-Jason, Jason, please.”
“Has my little sex doll had enough?”
I weakly nod my head, slumping against his leg.
Jason leans down, grips my chin, and forces my attention back to Nicky.
I watch him come into his fist, a low curse slipping past his lips.
“What a good girl,” Jason purrs while my pussy weeps from his attention and praise.
“Now lick off your cum. I want my boot to be shining.”
Slowly, I unwrap myself from his leg and shuffle backwards before bending down, my face inches from his shoe.
It’s disgusting to kneel in an alley, dirt covering my knees, with my ass and swollen pussy exposed for his friends to see, but I love every moment. This is exactly where I want to be.
My tongue swipes across the leather as I lick his boot clean. Jason hums his approval when I sit up and wait patiently for his next demand. A red energy glows around Jason, blurring the edges of his body.
“You two go ahead. We’ll meet you inside,” Jason tells his friends.
He keeps his eyes on them, their footsteps retreating before he helps me to my feet.
He cages me against the wall, hands planted beside my head, trapping me.
But I don’t want to escape. His body crowds mine, forcing heat to coil low in my stomach. “How are you feeling now?”
I smile, the drugs and orgasm mixing into a potent cocktail. “Better.” But I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I wrapped my legs around him, pleading for Jason to take me behind the dumpster. I want to be the dirty girl he told me I am, repeating his name as he fucks me until I scream.
“You have such loud thoughts,” he groans.
“I want you to ruin me.”
“You’re going to ruin me.” His hand wraps around my throat, and I arch into his touch, the pressure making my head spin. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what I’d do to you.”
“You should tell me.”
Jason exhales between his clenched teeth.
“Fuck.” He presses a fist against the wall, his lips brushing my ear.
“You are poison, but all I want to do is shove my cock into your cunt. I wouldn’t be gentle, but it wouldn’t matter,” his voice drops to a whisper, “because I know you get off on the pain.” He bites down onto my earlobe, sucking, and I writhe, gasping for air while learning something fundamental.
Jason wants me. He might push me away, but every touch lingers too long to mean nothing.
There’s something undeniable between us, and now that I know, he’s never going to escape me. I’m never going to let him go.
I lift my hips, aching for him. No matter how wrong it is, I want my stepbrother.
Jason laughs and shoves his body against mine.
His hard length grinds against my core and it sparks throbbing waves of euphoria tearing through my lower abdomen.
I cling to Jason, my nails biting into his jacket.
The rough denim of jeans rubs against me as I match every thrust of his hips with frantic need.
“Look at you, humping me like a fucking dog.”
“I don’t care,” I gasp. His hard length brushes my already sensitive clit. Pleasure floods my veins, my body trembling from the force of it. “Fuck, Jason.”
His teeth sink into my neck, and I scream as they pierce my skin, yet the painful ache has me moaning. “You’re a sick fuck, Daisy.” He laughs as I cry out, slick heat running further down my thighs. “But so am I.”
Jason releases me and steps back. I slump against the wall, sweat sticking to my skin while I catch my breath. Panting hard, I look up at him, satisfaction tugging at the corners of my lips.
“You can say you hate me all you want.” My eyes lower, tracing the hard outline of his jeans. “But your body never got the message.”
Every muscle in Jason’s body goes rigid. Alarm flashes behind his eyes before he buries it, taking a step back.
“Fuck. What have I done?”