Page 13 of The Dare

Atticus pulled out of me, and I felt a rush of liquid from between my legs. Embarrassment heated my cheeks, but he chuckled.

“Look at the mess we made together,” he said, and the satisfaction in his voice made my head buzz. This couldn’t be real. “I’m going to shower. Stick around.”

Just before walking away, he pulled out a knife and cut the rope from around my wrists. I stood, smoothing down my skirt as I rubbed my wrists. There were bruises on my wrists from the rope, but I found I liked them. There was something crude about having this reminder on my skin, and I hoped they didn’t fade for a couple of days.

I heard the shower turn on in the other room, and everything suddenly felt surreal. I looked around the cabin, and it was obviously a rental. The art on the walls had the same general style that you’d find in a hotel. The furniture was clean, but worn down in places, and the walls were a plain beige color. There wasn’t much here that was personal to Atticus.

I couldn’t find my panties, so I assumed Atticus took them. I had the vague thought that I should be bothered by something like that, but after everything that had happened in the last hour, how could I allow myself to get worked up over some underwear?

My God. I was just fucked by my brother.

Moving into the living room, I sat on the couch, my mind reeling. I couldn’t pin down how I felt about Atticus at this moment, but I knew I liked what he did to my body. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d never felt anything like what I experienced with Atticus. He’d dominated me in a way that none of the jocks I was usually drawn to had ever done. He ruled my body and mind, and I was already craving more.

Reaching down between my legs, I brushed my fingers over my pussy. I was a mess between my legs, but all of that wetness didn’t keep me from feeling sore. I was tender from what he’d done to me, but I shuddered at my touch. My nerves were on fire, and I could feel an ache already starting up again, deep inside.

Chapter 10

Atticus

I stared at the shower wall as the water ran down my body, but I wasn’t really seeing the white tiles. The image of Molly tied to the chair ran through my mind. God, she had the prettiest pink pussy I’d ever seen, and my only regret about what happened today was that I didn’t take the time to taste her before brutally fucking her.

I didn’t have the patience for it. This had been building up for two long years. When Molly turned eighteen and the fantasies began, they weren’t only sexual. Originally, I wanted to ruin her for being such a fucking brat to me all these years. She’s been a pain in my ass for so long that I started watching her because she was an adult now, and that was the qualifier I needed to give myself permission to strike back against her for the attitude she threw my way, the ridicule and pranks that I put up with during her teen years.

What bothered me the most about Molly was that to most people, she came across as only sweet and kind. She was the class president in high school, the miracle baby my mother adored. She had so many friends and possessed a confidence that drew people to her.

So, that she treated only me with disdain pissed me off to no end. I started to watch her when she came to New York for college, hoping to get some kind of petty revenge. I was pushed to my limit with her bullshit.

I didn’t expect my desire to punish the brat to turn into an obsession with her. I couldn’t say when everything shifted, but over time, I found myself thinking about her every day, following her more and more often, and crossing lines I never meant to cross.

I’d always thought of myself as a good man, but I’d questioned that as I planted cameras in her dorm room, stolen her used panties from her hamper, and snapped so many pictures of her I could wallpaper my apartment with them if I wanted. I was worried that my obsession with her was wrong, a twisted sign that I was a wicked man.

But now that I’d had been with her, felt her tight young pussy squeezing around my cock and heard her cries of ultimate pleasure, I knew that my obsession was so out of control because Molly was mine. She might not realize it yet, but she belonged to me.

I could even forgive myself for killing those fuckers who she slept with this school year. Both of them were beneath her, and I knew they didn’t impress her in bed because she made no effort for a second round between the sheets with either of them. But I couldn’t let it go. They’d touched her, kissed her. They’d fucked her, and I was driven mad with jealousy over that. I wanted Molly all to myself, and I would do anything to make that happen. That meant getting rid of anyone else who might think they had a claim on her.

And now, I’d made her come apart more than once. I’d driven her to the height of satisfaction with my cock. The sound of her screaming my name seemed to echo in my ears, and I groaned as I grew hard. God, I wanted to bury myself in her tight cunt again. And again. And again.

I’d taken women before, holding them hostage and fucking them into oblivion before letting them go. I loved the sounds a woman made when she was lost in the throes of pleasure, so they were always more than satisfied by the time I cut them loose. I never felt guilty about it. After all, those women had rejected me simply because they saw me as a stereotypical nerd. I was teaching them not to judge a book by its cover. I’d always gotten the most satisfaction by controlling a woman, giving her pleasure and pain as I saw fit. This wasn’t the first time I’d had a woman in my examination chair.

But none of those women from my past could hold a candle to Molly. My sister was so responsive, the perfect mix of bratty and compliant. And she had such a tight cunt that my cock was already throbbing with the urge to sink inside of her again.

I ignored it for now. I’d take her again soon enough, and I wasn’t going to waste my release in the shower. I needed to wring more pleasure out of Molly before I filled her with my come again.

I couldn’t wait to play with her more, to push her boundaries and find her limits. As much as I enjoyed causing her a little pain, I also longed to hear moans of pleasure, to watch her undulate beneath me. I always fucked roughly, so she’d get used to it. Because this was only the beginning. Now that I’d crossed the line and taken her, I’d awakened an insatiable beast.

Turning off the water, I dried off. The sound of a thump came from the direction of the living room, and I wondered what Molly was up to. When I untied her, I knew there was a good chance she’d leave, even though I told her to stick around.

If she did, it wasn’t as if I’d have any trouble tracking her down. She’d undoubtedly be across the lake at the family cabin.

But I was pleased to realize that she was still here. She was probably confused by what happened between us, not knowing that I’d been obsessed with her for years, but she didn’t flee after what happened.

Slipping on a pair of jeans and a Star Wars T-shirt, I headed back out into the living room. My eyes strayed to the chair with its stirrups still sticking out. God, I was glad that I brought the thing on the off chance that I got the opportunity to put Molly in it. It folded up perfectly and fit in the bed of my truck.

Scanning the room, I spotted Molly near the TV, picking up my game controllers from the floor. They had been in a box on the coffee table that it looked like Molly had knocked over. I rushed over and snatched a switch controller out of her hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, scooping up the rest of my controllers from the floor and carefully putting them back into the box. There weren’t exactly fragile, but they could break if they were knocked around too much. I had controllers for my Switch and PlayStation in here, and I’d hate to be without them.

“You play?” she asked, and I was so surprised that she was asking a personal question instead of making a comment about what a nerdy loser I was, that I just stared at her for a long moment without replying.

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