Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Rook
It’s a rare morning when we’re all in the kitchen getting coffee and breakfast at the same time. Silver takes the opportunity to remind us. “Don’t forget. My sister is coming to dinner tomorrow night. Six o’clock.”
I’m so fucked. It’s difficult not to react. Briana hasn’t told me this. No doubt because she has no idea how to do so, or perhaps she fully intends to bow out at the last minute.
“I want us to eat together. I want you guys to get to know Bri. I’ve hardly seen her since school started, but she’s my sister.
” That last part sounds oddly accusatory.
For a moment, I think he knows. But that’s not possible.
I’m certain she would not tell him. Not a chance.
On top of that, Silver wouldn’t stand here and calmly insinuate there’s anything going on between me and his sister.
If he thought there was, he would beat my ass and leave me for dead.
But this presents a huge problem. How in the fuck am I going to tell him about our relationship? Every time I consider it, I decide it would be easier for me to shoot myself than reveal what I’ve been doing to his sister. Or even the fact that I unknowingly chose her for the freshman prank.
It’s not my damn fault I selected Briana.
How the hell was I supposed to know she was his fucking sister?
I barely even remembered Silver had a sister.
Of all the women on campus, what were the chances?
But he’ll never see it that way. Besides, I should have come clean the moment she stepped into our house for coffee that morning.
I couldn’t do it. I just keep digging a deeper hole. No matter what, I’m a dead man. I’m not entirely sure that’s not literal. He may very well murder me.
But I’m addicted to her. I can’t let her go. I won’t. I need to find a way to make her permanently mine and convince Silver that it’s for the best.
Silver doesn’t know his sister well. They didn’t grow up together.
He was an adult when he located Briana, and their relationship has been sporadic and mostly by phone since then.
I know he wanted her to attend this university so the two of them could get to know each other better, and I’ve come between them.
The reality is that Briana is mine. She’s mine to control. Mine to discipline. Mine to reward.
I will be the only one to know every fucking inner thought of hers. I will be the one person alive who knows how to take care of her and pleasure her.
Silver has no idea how submissive his sister is or that she was born to be my girl. How could he? Even Briana didn’t know she was this deeply submissive until now.
We all nod and respond with various affirmative grunts.
After class, I sit at my desk, watching my girl pace around her room.
She has already obediently sucked the rubber cock and removed the latest plug.
She’s getting better at mastering both. None of the plugs is as large as my dick, and neither is the dildo.
All of her orifices will be stretched tight when I take them.
But that’s a concern for another time. Right now, my girl is in a near panic, and I know why. She’s freaking out about how to tell me about dinner. Probably going back and forth, considering a way to inform Silver it’s not going to happen.
I understand her plight. Silver is a pushy bastard. We all are. If she tells him she’s sick or gives some excuse, he’s liable to drive to her house and barge into her room to drag her to dinner.
She keeps holding her phone. She chews on her bottom lip. Who is she contemplating texting? Me or him?
Finally, she types frantically, stares at her message for a bit, and hits send. My phone pings with the incoming text. I would have seen it even if she’d sent it to Silver, but she has chosen to reach out to me.
Briana: Daddy, I need to tell you something important, and I’m worried it will anger you.
Rook: Why would it anger me? Did you do something naughty?
I watch her take a deep breath and type again.
Briana: No, Daddy. It’s not like that. It’s that I haven’t told you I have a brother.
He lives here in Darkwell. And I’ve been putting him off ever since I met you, but he’s growing impatient.
If I don’t go to his house for dinner tomorrow, he will get too suspicious.
I know you won’t like the idea of me spending time with him, but I hope you can understand that it’s easier if I just do it rather than face his meddling.
I take my time replying. For one thing, I’m rather impressed with the way she’s handling this. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to make her squirm.
Rook: Why haven’t you mentioned having a brother before now, Briana?
She chews on her lip and paces while she constructs another text.
Briana: To be fully honest with you, at first I was afraid you would go after him if I told you.
I didn’t know you well enough at the time.
I guess I still don’t know for sure what you might do with this information.
You’re very possessive, Daddy. I don’t get the feeling you will take kindly to sharing me even for a few hours with a relative. It scares me.
Once again, I’m impressed. She’s being very brave and articulate.
I bet she has thought a lot about this. I can invade her life in many ways.
I’m a greedy, possessive Dominant. I can see every fucking text she sends to anyone.
I can see every single thing she does on her computer.
I can track her wherever she goes with such precision that I know exactly when she’s in any bathroom and be certain that she never fails to text me a photo of her cunt and ass.
She’s very obedient. Eager to please. She has proven that she will follow my instructions without fail. She may hesitate, but she never balks.
What I can’t do is see inside her head. I wish I could. I’ve always wished I could read people’s minds. It would help me understand them. But Briana is the first person I feel like I click with. I at least anticipate her thoughts more than I have with anyone else.
If I were with her more frequently, I would learn to read her body language and guess, with pretty good accuracy, when she’s sad or upset or nervous or any number of emotions.
I want to make that happen. I want to move her into my house. Into my room. Into my life. I can’t believe I’m considering such a thing. Sharing my space with another human has always been unimaginable to me.
Until now.
Until her.
Briana is mine. I know it in my soul. I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to deal with Silver, but somehow, I must.
I wait long enough to respond that I’m certain she’s sweating.
Rook: Prop your phone in the stand on your chair, strip naked, and kneel for me. I will call you in three minutes.
I watch her scramble to get into position, and she reaches out to accept my video call before threading her fingers behind her head and thrusting her breasts forward.
She’s so fucking stunning, especially when she submits to me like this.
“I love it when your nipples are hard for me,” I say as an introduction.
She gives me a smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now, as for your request, I’ve considered your texts.
I understand why you would have hesitated to tell me you had a brother when we first met.
I would have been reluctant myself if the situation were reversed.
I also agree with your thought process. I will grant you permission to go to dinner with him.
I would never isolate you from your brother, but I expect you to go straight there and straight home.
No stops. I also want you to text me the address. I will be watching from a distance.”
I love how her throat moves as she swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
“One more thing. Though I understand your initial hesitance, I am going to punish you for not informing me sooner. I don’t like how long you have withheld this information.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her little nipples pucker further.
“There’s a butterfly vibrator in your nightstand drawer. It’s meant to be pressed against your clit. There are straps to hold it in place. I expect you to wear it to dinner. No panties. Wear the lavender dress, one of your white bras, and sandals.”
Her eyes are wide and her lips tremble. “Yes, Daddy.”
I swell with pride that she hasn’t argued with me. She’s come so far. She’s fully mine, and she’s ready to accept that. Now, I just need to figure out how the fuck to make it a reality.
If it weren’t for Silver being her brother, I would have called a meeting with my brothers long before now. I would have confessed that I broke the rule we set into place years ago and revisited my freshman prank over and over until I decided to keep her.
Under normal circumstances, that would have been a complicated task. I have no idea how my brothers will respond. We’ve never contemplated moving a woman into this house. It’s outrageous.
But nothing about this situation is remotely unencumbered. It’s so problematic that I don’t have the answers. I’m up against a brick wall.
Little does my girl know, I will be at the dinner table tomorrow night. I will be controlling that vibrating butterfly from a remote under the table. She will squirm and be properly disciplined for her hesitance.
“Trust me when I say you will learn a hard lesson, princess. You may not come while you’re at dinner. You will sit still and endure the butterfly. I will turn it on and off at my whim. In the future, you will not keep things from Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Stay on your knees so I can look at you. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck, she’s a pleasure to stare at. I look forward to a day when she kneels like this before me in my bedroom. Our bedroom. It will be so much sweeter in person.
I lean back in my chair and watch her precious tits and naked cunt. She’s come so far that she hardly sways at all now. She’s learned to remain very still when she kneels for me.
I didn’t think I was capable of loving someone. But I am. I’m in love with Briana. I’m salivating to make her fully mine. I want my cock inside all her holes. I want her to stare into my eyes with total submission.
I can taste my victory.
But fucking hell, how do I make it a reality?