There was a list of things that my father had messaged me before I'd kidnapped Georgia. So I'd known, for some time, all the ways I was supposed to wreck her. I also knew my father meant for me to hate it all.
And on some level, I had.
But on another lower, baser level... I loved it.
I'd warned her before. I'm a fucking demon; and not just because I was destined to splinter her mind. If I was a good person, I wouldn't love the hint of fear in her face when I tested her limits. I wouldn't think of it as an aphrodisiac.
I'm not my father.
I'm much worse.
Setting up the camera, then the tablet at one end of the bed, I waved at her. “Get on your knees on the mattress.” She climbed up, obeying me with a quiet curiosity. Her hands gripped her shirt. She had it over her belly before I said, “What are you doing?”
“Getting undressed. I thought you'd want that.”
“I do.” My smirk curved like a scimitar. “I'm just surprised you went ahead with it on your own.”
Biting the edge of her lip, she finished pulling her shirt over her head. Her perfect breasts were full, nipples the color of roses at dusk. A hot spike of passion danced into my belly. Her pants came off next, and with them went her underwear. The look she shot me was dastardly. She's trying to get a rise out of me.
Chuckling in the back of my throat, I twirled a finger. “Face the tablet, face down, ass up.”
My blunt instruction made her mouth drop open. Her feet crossed demurely over each other, that delicious ass of hers exposed. But nothing could distract me from the sight of her pretty little cunt.
Every plan I had vanished.
“Ah!” she gasped when I crouched behind her. Holding her still, I peeled her pussy wide and licked her from bottom to top. The sight of her bending over for me so eagerly, so willingly, had fogged my brain into mush.
I was a wild beast. I needed to taste her salty-sweetness. I longed to roll my tongue on her firm clit until she screamed my name. Messy, desperate, I lapped at her cunt and her asshole because a good man never ignores any part of his woman. My teeth grazed her skin lightly. “Fucking hell, I could eat you out for days, Georgia. You taste so damn good.”
The springs squeaked. She'd bit the material, muffling her sounds.
“No,” I purred, sitting up, cupping her jaw. “Don't you dare try and stay quiet. The music you make belongs to me, understand?”
Her periwinkle-blue eyes went a shade darker. Her voice was thick with arousal. “Yes, I understand.”
Shivering, I ran my knuckle down her cheek. My thumb perched on her bottom lip, sliding over her teeth. “Suck it.”
Locking her stare on mine, she wrapped her lips around my thumb and suckled like it was my cock. Her pink lips were glossy, plush. I wanted to kiss them. I was eager to feel them sliding on my shaft and balls.
Groaning, I clenched my teeth and laughed. “You're too damn good.” I shook myself, regaining my composure. Reaching into the bag on the floor, I withdrew a small bottle. A long string of clear lube extended between it and her naked asshole. She jumped—I chuckled. “This will help,” I assured her. “I'm going to fuck this ass raw. But I don't want to split you in two. This is about pleasure, not pain.”
“It won't hurt?” she asked, looking up at me imploringly.
“Not after I warm you up.” With my fingertips, I rubbed the slippery lubricant over her sensitive skin. Georgia bucked, inhaling sharply. “I'll get you used to being stretched out before my cock even touches you.”
I reached over and turned on the tablet. The sound of Georgia panting obscenely erupted from the speakers. “Please,” she moaned in the video. I'd uploaded one of the tapes of her onto the device.
She froze on the mattress, staring at herself on the screen. “What's this?”
“A reminder of what you're capable of.”
Her eyes narrowed dubiously. Then, like she was telling herself something that gave her courage, she nodded. Her breasts plumped up like pillows on her folded arms. The need that was burning in her eyes was reflected in my own.
I couldn't handle how stiff my cock was getting. Quickly, I unzipped my pants. Georgia watched in fascination as my length arched into the air. Pumping myself, I groaned. “Let's keep going. I want to see what your ass can take.”
She hadn't stopped staring at my thick dick. “I'm not... Conway, that won't fit.”
Her fear lit me up. “It will. They were made for each other.”
Crouching behind her, I squeezed her ass-cheeks. Georgia obediently watched herself in the video. In it, she was kneeling on the floor, drooling as I made her orgasm with the vibrator. It had been her first session with me.
Had it made her understand what I was capable of?
My thumb scraped over her crinkled entrance. Reaching beneath, I lifted her hips higher. I wanted access to her clit. Perfectly in sync, I rubbed both it and her asshole. “Fuck, you love that,” I noted as she rocked against me.
Pushing my thumb into her ass, plunging in and out, I made circles. She was panting like an animal. I kept pushing, working her ring of muscle until I finally slid my finger out.
Her asshole gaped in front of me. She mewled for more, the thrill of her arousal making me feel drunk. “You're desperate to be filled,” I said, almost in amazement. Somewhere between being forced to do this and agreeing to go along with it all in the name of the greater good, we'd both gotten lost.
I wanted this.
And she wanted it even more.
Running my palm along my shaft, I gripped her ass-cheek for leverage. I soaked my cock in more lube, jerking myself in fast strokes. I was losing control but I kept up my facade. I was strong enough to take her in any hole, any way that I wanted, without her say so.
But this wasn't about force.
I needed her to crave my cock. Georgia had to become the perfect slut for me and me alone. No, for my father. Right. It was easy to forget when I had her silky skin pressing against my own.
“Conway,” she whimpered. My name on her lips was addictive. I wanted to slice open my veins and pour her voice straight in. “Please, fuck me, I'm ready.”
“Are you?” Grinding her clit with my fingers, I bent near her ear. I was pushing the tip of my cock against her asshole, the pressure solid. Impending. Unstoppable. “Beg me to fuck you in the ass, Georgia. Say you're my little anal princess.”
Sweat made her perfect skin shine like diamonds. She pushed back, trying to get me inside of her. “I can't! That's so dirty.”
“Say it,” I breathed, my fingers vanishing from her swollen labia. “Or you won't come at all.”
Georgia shivered. That sensation transferred through her skin and right into my cock; my balls flexed. “I'm your anal princess. I'm your cock slut. I'm whatever you need me to be, Conway, just fuck me. I'm going crazy, I can't... fuck, I want to come.”
My eyes rolled in my skull. I was one big rush of pleasure. Clenching her hips with both hands, I guided my thick cock-head into her asshole. Under me she moaned, the noise mixing with her moans in the video.
It was a crescendo in my skull. It was the closest I'd ever get to heaven.
“Yes,” I panted. Deeper I sank, wedging my cock inside of her. The muscles in her ass suffocated my shaft. It made me dizzy, my vision swimming as I grasped what control I still had. I was close to giving up and slamming into her balls deep. She felt so damn good.
Amazingly, she closed the gap first, thrusting herself backwards. Georgia fucked herself on my rigid length with her face buried in her arms on the bed. Ravenous to feel her come while my cock was in her ass, I tweaked her clit.
I'd hardly touched her and she started to squeal. Every cell in her body flared, her skin pink and her lips curling over her teeth. She was so beautiful when she came.
Her walls milked me, tighter than her pussy could have. The sensation of her asshole fluttering over my cock was my doom. Squeezing her middle, I fucked her for a handful of solid strokes. “You're mine,” I whispered, not caring if she heard. If she even understood how much I longed for her. “I love the way you come for me. I love how your clit cries out for me. And I...” I went so quiet the camera wouldn't pick it up. “I love you.”
There was a hiccup in her moans; she looked over her shoulder at me. Then she looked at the camera in the corner. My smile was sharp. Was she scared for me, or did she trust that I knew what I could get away with?
Throwing my head back, I packed her asshole with rope after rope of my thick come. Hot tingles kept me thrusting, enduring the hypersensitivity.
We clung together on the bed long after the tablet had stopped playing the video. With a raspy hiss, I slid myself out of her. I walked over to turn off the video camera. A whip-crack of guilt erupted inside of me. If you removed all the trappings (the tablet, the toys, the depressing room) you could almost pretend Georgia and I were simple lovers - a couple having normal, sweaty fun.
I turned to face her. She saw the camera was off, and right away, her body relaxed. That, too, cut me painfully. “Are you alright?” I asked, handing her what she needed to clean up.
“Yes,” she said, her lips quirking. “I've never done that before. It was—I really liked it. Is that wrong?” she asked, suddenly acting shy.
My spent cock swelled for her like magic. “Not wrong at all.” Standing beside her, I ran my fingers in her hair. “It's incredibly hot. Almost like you...” Like you actually want this part of me.
Fuck. Why, after she'd learned so much, did things manage to feel more complicated? Redressing hurriedly, I hoisted up my bag. “I'll be back,” I said. Stepping into the hall, I breathed deeply of the air that wasn't infected by her. I just needed a moment...a tiny break away from—her, from all of this.
The walls flickered as the tablet came to life in my hands. These things are so damn touchy, I thought, swimming with a bitter mood I was struggling to make sense of. As I started to turn it off, I stopped. The still-screen was showing the video of Georgia. The one I'd forced her to watch as I fucked her.
It was paused, but even when she wasn't moving, she was a creature of life. It taunted me; too crisp, too saturated, too real. My thumb moved of its own accord—I deleted the video.
The immediate wave of relief left me dazed. I hadn't considered erasing the videos until I'd done it just now. But I fucking had to. Not just because it was wrong for my father or brother to ever see Georgia like this, because it was wrong for anyone to.
Anyone but me.
The smoky lure of possessiveness took over—I was out the backdoor of the house, canvas bag in hand. Jogging to the slope that led to the water, I slid on the wet gravel. Sea spray burned my nose. One by one, I tossed the tapes into the water, soaking them in the salt that was sure to ruin everything.
This vision of Georgia belonged to me.
These memories were mine.
Looking down at the pile of wrecked tapes, my heart raced. I'd known I was a traitor but this was the first time I actively lashed out against my father's wishes.
A tiny voice told me this was just the beginning.