Paul couldn’t decide how he felt when the minister explained that their ceremony was indeed legally binding. They could agree to file for an annulment, however the marriage itself was real.

More real than the rings on their fingers.

Glancing at the cheap and gaudy band on Liza’s finger, he was again hit with a wave of possessiveness. She was his, had always been his, and he was just as much hers. The vows changed nothing, at least, not in how he felt about her, but they did give him an excuse to finally really explore what they could share.

He hadn’t thought too much about getting married before, but the idea of her being his—legally, meaning no one could take her away—was a thrill unto itself. Did he love Liza? He couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t love her.

But they needed to get to know each other better, if they were going to make it work. She wasn’t pressing him to get the annulment, which made him hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t in a rush to get rid of him either.

To avoid the temptation of taking her again—God, she was a receptive little woman—he needed to keep them in public. Then again, it was one of her kinks and he knew it. His little Liza loved the risk of being caught. The idea of people watching… Which gave him an idea he’d like to explore one day.

But for that day, he needed a chance to get to talk to her. Buying a few hundred in coins for the slots, he sat down next to her and said, “Let’s gamble and get to know one another.”

She smirked. “I know you in the Biblical sense, Paul. How much do we need to know to figure out we’re in a fucked up situation?”

“Humor me?” he asked her.

“Yes, master,” but she said it with a sassy flip of her head and a bit of sarcasm.

“Imp,” he muttered.

“You love it,” she replied.

And that was the fucked-up part. He did. He didn’t care if she was—also legally—now his stepsister. She was Liza and she was his.

Simple as that.

But she did humor him and talk, and before long, it felt like the old days. They still shared a lot of interests—from the same books and movies to the same video games—and their goals still lined up really well. It was as if nothing changed between them.

Except now he knew what he wanted from her body… and how to get it.

Standing, he asked her gently, “Are you hungry?” He wasn’t thinking of food.

“Starved,” she answered, cupping his cock there in the open.

“I have an idea,” he said.

The slots were on a large open floor, and the doors to the pool weren’t far. Off the pool, he’d spotted a gym and sauna. Near that, a hot tub with a private door. The hot tub was enclosed, thin bamboo walls separating it from the main space, so it wasn’t much for privacy.

But his girl, she didn’t particularly care for privacy.

Locking the door once they both were inside, he considered the small hot tub with interest.

“There’s no one in here,” she said looking around. “Even so, I didn’t bring my bikini.”

He smiled slowly, flipping her skirt up to reveal her ass. With a firm smack, he marked that rounded curve with his handprint. She gasped, grasping the handhold that led down to the water. “You won’t need it, my greedy little Liza.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were half lidded with awakening desire. “These walls are paper thin. I can literally hear the conversations from outside,” she said.

“And we don’t have the key, so someone could unlock the door at any time and come in…” Bending her at the waist, he placed her hands on the heavy wooden towel rack near the door. “Do you care?”

She didn’t fight him, not even a little, and held her ass up a bit higher. It was an erotic image—her skirt banded around her waist and her ass cheek still pinkened from his palm. “No, I don’t care.”

But he wasn’t in a hurry. Kneeling behind her, he parted her nether lips, sliding his tongue there as she let out a little moan. He shook his head. “You have to be quiet, Liza. Someone will hear you. If you make another noise, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

Her ass cheeks quivered, and she adjusted her hold on the towel rack. “Yes, master.”

“Good girl, but I owe you a punishment for doubting me and making noise.”

She didn’t protest, but her breath sped. “Yes, master,” she whispered.

This smack was right across her slit, and her body jerked in response. Based on the trembling flesh before him, she loved it. She was so damn perfect.

He couldn’t resist having a taste of her for another second. Teasing her flesh, he circled her clit with his tongue before sliding in to taste the moisture of her opening. She was sweet, a salty blend of woman and something unique that was just Liza. As he replaced his tongue with his fingertip, she arched and her breathing turned to pants.

“Do you like that, my little Liza?” he asked her conversationally before sucking her clit into his mouth.

“Oh,” she moaned. “God, yes, master.”

“Remember to stay quiet, my love,” he whispered. Just having her like this had him so damn hard, he thought he’d come in his shorts. But he resisted. He wanted her orgasm—wanted her riding against his face as she shattered—and knew he could draw more than one release from her receptive little body.

In seconds, she was biting her own hand to keep from making a noise as he fucked her with his fingertips and bumped that little bundle of nerves deep inside her. Keeping pace, he suckled at her clit, thrumming the sensitive flesh with his tongue as she ground herself against his face. He could hardly breathe, but would gladly die smothered in her if it meant that she’d orgasm for him.

Then she was, legs shaking until she sagged in his arms, all boneless and quaking. “You did well, my little Liza.”

She shook her head, still panting for air. With a small smile, she considered her hand and the tooth marks in the flesh there. “I stayed quiet,” she whispered. “But can you?”

Then her hand, the one marked by her own teeth in her passion, was sliding up his shorts to fondle the tip of his dick. His cock jerked, and just the memory of what her mouth could do had him biting back a moan. “I can do anything you can do, little Liza.”

She made quick work of his shorts, but he wanted her tits. Freeing them from her blouse, he watched as her face became even more flushed. The room was humid, and tiny curls were sticking to her face as she shoved him onto his back. “I’m going to make you scream,” she threatened.

He didn’t doubt she’d make him want to, but he knew his control was better than hers. At least, he thought so, until she sucked him deeply into her gorgeous mouth. The feel of her tongue on his cock had his hips jerking toward her, needing more.

He couldn’t take her torture for long, grabbing her arms and pulling her astride his body. Her soft laughter amused him. “I didn’t make a sound,” he pointed out.

“Yet,” she whispered as she sank her heat downward to enclose his dick. Her tits bounced as she began to ride him, and he struggled to find sanity. To find his control and resist making a noise while the pleasure overwhelmed his system.

The room echoed with the slap of their skin, with the pant of their breaths, and he watched in fascination as her hands raised to capture her own nipples and tug. She was so beautiful. So his.

His release pounded through him, and he did cry out, but she didn’t notice. She was too busy groaning in her own release as she shattered above him. Her body melted down onto his, still twitching as she gasped for air, when he heard the knock at the door. Someone rattled the knob. “Hello?” they said from the other side. “Who is in there?”

Liza erupted in giggles and he smacked her ass firmly, making her moan. “You were noisy,” he pointed out.

“Not even sorry about it…master.”