19. Daisy
Nineteen
Daisy
We descend the stairs, wooden planks creaking and dust shimmering in the air.
“You know, they always say to never go down into a basement. It’s the perfect place to be killed.”
Jason snorts. “If this was a horror movie, you would have died three hours ago.”
“Excuse me. I’ve saved your life, like, four times.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles.
A solitary lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickers to life with a crackle as we reach the basement floor.
The beat of my heart pounds with excitement in my veins.
I’m going to fuck Jason. While I love acting submissive and being used, I also love taking control.
There’s a thrill in making someone come undone in your hands, holding the power to break them down before carefully putting them back together.
“There’s no one around.” I scan the post-apocalyptic hospital room setup. Abandoned furniture, rusted and twisted, lies in heaps. There are no blights or humans.
“It’s a ghost town.”
“We can’t have killed them all,” I murmur. “They must have run away, gone into hiding because they knew if they stayed, they would die by our hands.” I shake my head, eyebrows raise. Filthy cowards. Our mission won’t stop here.
In the corner, an old TV sputters with static, its eerie glow mingling with the relentless tick of a clock somewhere in the room. Metal shelves with cloudy jars of organs line the walls. My nose wrinkles. It’s so gross.
Part of the room is sectioned off, and I step forward, brushing my hand against the plastic curtain that crinkles at my touch.
I smirk when I see the makeshift operating room.
A table stands in the center with straps fastened to the bench.
It’s perfect for restraining someone. Beside it is a rolling table with tools—forceps, scissors, and scalpels—perfectly laid out.
Ideas begin to form around the ways I can bring torturous pleasure to Jason, and I turn around, leaning against the bench.
“Normally someone is tied to that table and screams nonstop in this room,” he tells me. “Most of the time, they’re dressed as a zombie, and while you’re distracted by them, the doctor creeps around.” He looks around the room. “Think someone usually crawls out of a wall, too.”
The haunted house’s setup is fascinating, but right now I don’t care. I’m consumed by more important thoughts. I wonder if Jason knows that he will be the one on this table shortly. I look my stepbrother up and down and shake my head. That won’t do.
“What?” Jason barks, and my eyes narrow at his attitude.
“Take off your clothes.”
Jason arches a brow, entertained. “So, you think you’re the boss of me now, little sister?”
I give him a scolding look that says, try me.
He takes off his shirt first, and I suck in a breath of air as I realize that both of his nipples are pierced.
More tattoos cover his body. A ram’s skull is splayed across his stomach.
Spiderwebs loop over his shoulders, and a human-looking skull decorates his chest. I look down, and the happy trail of hair I find makes me want to forget about fucking Jason and throw myself on the table instead.
I haven’t seen him without his shirt before, and somehow, he’s even hotter.
Jason grunts in response to my attention before taking off his belt, pants, and boots in a slow, unintentional striptease.
I sharply inhale, resisting the urge to start playing with myself.
Now that he’s naked before me, his erect cock standing proud with his piercings shining like a crown, I prowl closer.
My hands touch his chest, needing to claim all of him before wrapping them around his shaft.
Jason exhales loudly as I slowly begin to pump.
He’s all mine. Operation: Make My Stepbrother Fall in Love with Me is a complete success.
“We could have been doing this sooner, but you tried to hate me.”
His eyes close, nostrils flaring, and I watch with satisfaction as his arousal pools at his slit. “That’s all in the past now.”
“I think that you should confess your sins. Confess how much you love fucking your stepsister.”
“I love fucking you. I’ve never seen a prettier girl or prettier pussy than you.”
“We’re going to work on your compliments.” I laugh as I lean down, my tongue flicking out to consume that bead of precum. One day, Jason will say I love you, but for now, I love fucking you works. The saltiness touches my tongue and I moan, pulling back to spit on his cock. My cock.
“Fuck.” Jason grunts, but before he has a chance to hold me down to choke on his hard length, I stand back up. I continue stroking his cock with a casual pace, my hands gliding more easily now it’s wet.
“So, how are you planning to fuck me?” His voice is raspy, a tinge of desperation like my words have been replaying over in his mind.
“Baby,” I purr. “I’m going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours.”
My hands slide off his cock and wrap around his waist so I can spread his cheeks. He sucks in a breath of air, and I press myself harder against his body.
“I bet your hole is begging for me. Begging for my tongue, for my fingers, for my fist.”
My eyes become hooded at the very thought of taking Jason, and I let go to reach up, brushing my thumb along his bottom lip.
“Will you beg for me?” I whisper. “Will you worship me?”
His Adam’s apple bobs, and then he nods.
I watch with fascination as something flickers behind his eyes before he relinquishes control to me.
It’s not like the forced begging earlier, the constant push and pull; Jason is willingly allowing me to take control.
My heart swells with the knowledge that he’s given himself to me, that he trusts me to take care of him.
That with me, he’s safe, and he knows it.
“Please, Daisy. Please, fuck me like the little slut I am.”
My pussy pulses at his confession. He begs so beautifully.
“You’re such a good boy.” His cock twitches against my stomach.
Jason likes that. He likes that a lot. “I’m going to take care of you.
You’re so perfect, I think you were made for me.
” My hand trails back down his chest, and I squeeze his balls lightly.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be obsessed with me. ”
I take a step back and pull Jason closer to the table. “Hop on.” He dutifully climbs up but hisses loudly while he positions himself on all fours.
“It’s cold.”
Moving around the table, I fasten the restraints. Straps bite down around his wrists, fixing him to the metal table so he’s forced to stay on his knees.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” I tell him with a sigh.
Biting my lip, I place the last heavy band across the backs of his knees and secure the buckle.
I tighten the strap, immobilizing him so that he’s open and vulnerable, and Jason grunts in response.
Seeing him with his back arched, his ass exposed, trapped where I can control everything…
My head swims, thickening with lust. He’s everything that I’ve wanted and more.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, checking in.
“Hell yes.”
I stand in front of Jason and grip his chin, staring deep into those beautiful brown eyes. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop. If something doesn’t feel right.”
“Yes, Daisy.”
“So eager for me. Such a well-trained boy.”
Looking around the room, I begin to search for supplies, and when my eyes settle on a first aid kit tucked away on a shelf, I let out a quiet, “Yes.” I snatch it and rush over to put it on the movable table.
“Have you been fucked in the ass before?” I open the first aid kit, snapping on the rubber gloves.
Jason scoffs like I’ve asked a dumb question before he clears his throat like he’s remembering his place. “Yeah…”
“Hmmm.” I search the kit for something suitable to use as lube. “Nicky? No…he doesn’t seem the type to top.” I remember the giant man who restrained me in the alley and gasp. “John? He’s fucked you?”
Jason is silent, neither confirming nor denying, but I’ve already made up my mind that he must have.
“Are all your hangouts just a massive orgy? You should invite me next time. I’d love to play.
” I unscrew the lid of a mystery jar and swipe my finger across the surface.
It’s like a jelly, which will be perfect.
“Do you love any of them?” I place the jar behind Jason.
“Christ,” he groans. “I love them, yeah, obviously, but not in the way that you’re getting at. They’re my best friends.”
“Best friends who fuck each other, stay together?” I can almost hear his eye roll.
“Can you just fuck me, please? I don’t want to think about them before you’re going to fuck my ass.”
I let out a laugh, entertained by his demands. “Look at you, all needy already.”
My hands go to Jason’s ass, and I massage each cheek, taking my time.
I’m hoping my slowness drives him to insanity, but the important thing is getting my stepbrother relaxed and warmed up.
I lean down, my breath tickling his skin, before I plant a kiss on his plump ass.
For the next minute, I kiss and nibble, my hand massaging his other cheek.
“I’m going to make you all mine.” Pressing a kiss to his ass cheek, my teeth sink into his skin.
“Please,” Jason groans out.
“You’re getting desperate aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he grunts.
I pull his cheeks apart to expose his forbidden, puckered hole.
Warm air spills from my lips against his tight ring, and Jason moans, a rough breath leaves him.
This won’t be the first time I’ve engaged in anal play.
Back in California, the boys liked to act tough, but they loved being bent over so their ass could be played with. They loved to call me mommy, too.
“Are you going to let me fuck you here?” I whisper, knowing the answer.
Jason lets out a shaky exhale. “You can do anything you want to me.”