Chapter 15
Nate
I scroll on my phone, skimming her likes, soft limits, and hard limits. No checkmarks in the hard limits and only a few on the soft limits.
"Didn't know you like being pissed on," I grunt as I pause on watersports.
"Ewww," she cries out as she jerks even further away from me until she’s nearly one with the wall. "I don't like that. What makes you think that?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I laugh. "Don't kink shame, my dear." With a wicked grin, I turn the phone to her so she can look at the form she filled out before being accepted. "You said yes to watersports. Did I get it wrong, then? Or is it that you prefer to do the pissing?"
"Neither. I- I don't like any of that."
"Oh? I must be mistaken then. Oh wait. No I'm not. It's checked yes. Do you even know what watersports is?"
She lowers her gaze to the floor as she mumbles out a response I can't even hear. In response, I slide my fingers under her chin to force her face toward mine.
"Speak up. I can't hear you."
The scent of her arousal floods the room at my barked command, making my balls clench so tightly I nearly lose my breath. Fucking pheromones. It's a lie, but it's at least comforting.
"I said I thought it was waterskiing or things like that. I- I didn't understand the context, but I like water and I'm okay at most aquatic sports."
I simply stare at her in disbelief. "What else on here isn't true?"
Instead of answering me, she presses her lips together and refuses to say a word.
So that's how she's going to play it. Scrolling some more, I mentally mark off some of the other kinks she's listed yes to.
Humiliation, total power exchange, so many dangerous things if she doesn't actually know what she's doing.
Grabbing her arm, I haul her away from the wall and back over to the bed.
My fingers wrap around her biceps, feeling how small she is compared to me.
With frantic yelps, she clutches the covers to her chest to keep them from falling.
I try not to notice. I can't notice. Not when there's a far more important lesson to be imparted.
"Let's see what else you don't know about." One by one, I go down the list and look at her face as I read them off. "And which of these have you actually done?"
Again, her face falls as she tries and fails to jerk her arm away. "This was a dangerous stunt you pulled, Little Lily," I growl out. "What if the Alpha was someone other than me? Hmmm? What if he hurt you?"
This time, she manages to pull away and stand back up. Her lips twist up into a snarl as she flings the edge of the covers behind her so she won't trip as she backs away from me.
"I told you not to fucking call me that. I hate that. You know I hate it."
Standing, I reach my full height and loom over her. "You know what I hate? Civilians that put themselves into harm's way for no good fucking reason."
When I grab her arm again, I don't even watch the covers as they slip off her slim body and puddle to the floor, leaving her practically naked, vulnerable—completely at my mercy.
I pull her behind me, ignoring her protests.
Until her scent changes, until I smell actual fucking terror, I won't stop.
I will impress upon her the dangers of her actions.
Her soft squeaks and shrieks of protest go unnoted as the scent of her arousal continues to pour from her body. She fucking likes this. That makes it all the worse. If I knew being rough would scare her away, I'd just continue to torment her, to fuss and scold at her.
The problem is, the harder I'm being on her, the more she seems to like it.
No doubt that would have been her only saving grace with an actual feral Alpha and not someone who can control themselves.
Fuck. The sweet scent of her pussy, however, calls to me as I handcuff her to the restraints built into the shower tiles.
This is it. It's the only way to mark her without crossing a line I can't come back from. No fucking. No cum. Just cold, ugly punishment to make her understand how close she came to getting ruined.
Then, and only then, does her scent change just a touch.
Now, there's an air of unease as she stares up at me, her eyes asking questions she dare not say out loud.
Snarling, I yank my pants down again and palm my massive erection.
Still hard, still leaking, angry and swollen.
She watches the movements of my hand with her eyes as her lips part ever so slightly.
I don't think she even realizes what she's doing. She stares at my cock with such longing, such fierce need that I almost forget why I'm even holding back. It's not as if the clinic forced her to be here. It was a choice she made all on her own.
The only thing holding me back is knowing Robert's wrath if he ever found out I actually fucked his little girl.
Snarling, I stroke once, a hard, slow stroke, as I watch her tongue dart out like she's tasting the air for my cum.
Fuck. As I follow the lines of her lithe body, I stare at her splayed legs, watching as slick stains the front of her thong, soaking them through.
Lila's practically dripping down her thighs as the scent of her arousal pours off her so thick and heady it chokes me.
A few more pumps and that's all it would take to paint that pretty, naughty little face with my cum.
With the way she stares at me, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and pure desire, I long to show her who's boss, show her who owns her desire right now.
But as much as I want to, all I can think about is her fucking father. Robert. I don't see my stepsister anymore. I don't see the need shining in her eyes. I see stupid, fucking Robert. This would murder my mother and shatter this family. All because I can't keep my dick to myself.
Shame floods hot, then cold. My balls tighten in guilt, not release.
But still, she stares at me, demanding I do something with that annoying little smirk on her face.
As she watches, my cock pulses, bobbing for her, desperate for the feel of her pussy that's puffy and swollen around the thin fabric of that flimsy fucking thong.
My cock throbs angrily once more as a thick bead of precum leaks from my tip and splashes down in the vee of her breasts made from that pushup bra.
A soft whine rumbles in the back of her throat as she arches up to me, her pupils wide and blown.
Presenting herself, begging for it without words.
She doesn't know what she's doing. She's fully under the spell of the pheromones and lust.
"Tell me, Lila," I rumble out as I continue to stroke myself, slow, deliberate strokes, showing her exactly what she's missing. "Is this how you like it? Is this how you like your Alphas to fuck you?"
"I- I don't know," she whimpers as distress sluices off her body. "I've never been with one."
I pause, staring down at her as if I hadn't heard her right. "Never been with an Alpha?" I clarify, desperate for the answer.
"Never been with anyone," she finally admits.
In that instant, everything makes sense. She didn't purchase the training set to have something to fuck. She wanted to prepare herself for an Alpha cock. Wanted to stretch her virgin pussy so she could handle it. A cock so massive it could ruin her if rushed.
Fuck. This could have gone so badly so quickly. "A virgin," I mutter as my brain slowly catches up. "A fucking virgin. And here you are, begging your stepbrother to ruin you? To fuck that untouched pussy even if it means hurting you? Lila," I sputter. "What the fuck were you thinking?"
Still, she can't answer me. Even now, she spreads her legs, fully drugged by the pheromones. But it's not just that. It can't be. They aren't supposed to go this hard. Not when it's a one-time encounter and not a rut session.
No. This is something else. This is the same longing I have, that same fucking desire that has yet to be met.
Taboo.
Forbidden.
Off. Fucking. Limits.
My stepsister. My fucking virgin stepsister.
Air rushes out of me like I've been punched in the gut. My cock betrays me as I watch her, reminding myself that she's not mine to ruin. That she will never be mine.
My shaft pulses again in angry protest, desperate for release.
Everything screams at me that she asked for this.
Fucking wanted this. The swollen head glistens a dull, almost bruised purple as another bead of precum slips from the engorged tip and onto her heaving breasts where it nearly blends in with the skin—almost, but not quite.
I watch as it slides down into that deep vee again, coating her body as if it's mine to mark, mine to own, mine to control.
Forbidden.
Taboo.
Off. Fucking. Limits.
I repeat the mantra in my mind as the massive ropey veins around my shaft begin to fade as my cock shrinks under the guilt-ridden rush.
The thick head dulls from angry plum to a softer, defeated pink.
As I continue to stand there, reciting my new mantra, my balls ache with unreleased tension, clenching in guilt instead of bliss.
My head threatens to spin from the sudden drop as blood goes back to my brain where it fucking belongs. Then, and only then can I think rationally enough to plan my next move. If she wants to play this dangerous game, then I'll indulge her.
I won't give in to the abject need I see etched on every inch of her body. Oh no. That will only teach her that she can keep putting herself in harm's way to get what she wants.
Again, I cup my cock as she stares at it in virgin wonder.
Though it's still mostly erect, it hangs fat and heavy, slightly limp as I watch the innocence in her eyes, the curiosity as she stares at me.
How did I not notice it before? How did I almost cross this unforgivable line without realizing just how fucking innocent she was?
It's enough to replace any lingering lust with a protective anger that I cannot control or deny any longer. This isn't just about lying; it's about not telling me the full truth.
Growling, I grab her chin and force her to look at me and not my cock.
"Do you understand the harm you almost put yourself into?
A virgin?" I spit out. "A fucking virgin?
Another Alpha would have chewed you up and spat you out.
You're lucky it was me, stepsister. And you want to know why?
" She only whimpers as her desire swirls once more.
"It's because I'm going to give you exactly what you want, exactly what you've asked for, exactly what your forms say you crave. "
Pressing my arm against the cool tile, I breathe in and out, forcing my body to keep relaxing. It's so fucking hard when she keeps smelling like that, looking like that, begging me with her body. Eventually, things let go and my balls start to unclench.
She needs to learn. Not with my cock, not with cum, not with anything that would feel good for either of us. Based on how she reacted earlier, nothing I do will hit home. Nothing will feel like an actual punishment. And that's a fucking problem.
I press the heel of my palm hard against my lower abdomen, right over the bladder that's been screaming since the guilt started draining the blood from my dick.
The pressure forces the last of the resistance to give.
My shaft twitches once before the first hot spurt escapes the slit, splashing messily across her stomach before I adjust the angle.
No ceremony. No growl of possession. Just a low, disgusted grunt as I let go.
The sharp, acrid stench of ammonia snaps her out of the pheromone-induced haze until she twists and turns. A low snarl of rage vibrates from her throat as she thrashes, tugging at the cuffs in desperation to get away from her punishment.
The hot stream sprays against her body in ugly arcs, coating her bra until it's nearly transparent, showing off her taut nipples under the thin fabric. No. I can't look there. I can't let myself derive any pleasure from this.
Gritting my teeth, I angle lower, keeping the rest on the bare skin of her waist. Right now, it's the safest place.
Any higher, and I'll be staring at her chest, morphing this humiliating punishment in to something neither of us wants.
Any lower and I'll be forced to look at her slick-soaked pussy, which will only lower my resolve.
No. This is ugly and degrading. For some, it might be a kink, but for us, it will be a line in the sand, a show of force that it all ends here and now. Hissing through clenched teeth, I close my eyes as I keep a tight hold on my cock.
Shrieks continue to pour from her mouth as the telltale clinks of the cuffs tell me just how hard she's fighting to be free. Her scent hasn't changed yet. It hasn't gotten to the point where someone will come in and stop me.
She doesn't like it, that much is clear, but she's not nearly as traumatized as she could be… Honestly, as she would be if fucked by an Alpha who had no clue she was a virgin. It's enough to make the rage come back full force. Hopefully she'll think twice about being so careless.
Once I'm done, I shake a few times for good measure, fully committing to the humiliation of the moment. Now, when she looks at me, it's not with need and longing. It's with rage, pure and simple. Good. I'd rather her hate me than for us to keep circling each other until one gives up first.
Taking the key off the soap holder, I undo one of the cuffs before tossing it to the floor just within reach. "Clean up and get home. Your dad will be wondering where you are."
It takes every bit of willpower to just leave her there instead of gathering her into my arms and soothing the hurt shining in her eyes. It's for her own good. Deep down, I know this. My heart and dick, however, can't seem to come to an agreement.