Page 10 of The Dare

Her mouth twisted down in a scowl. “Just give my damn phone.”

“Tell me the truth, Molly,” I snapped, and her eyes met mine, widened in surprise. I’d never really talked back to her before, and she wasn’t expecting it now.

“It was a dare, alright?” she blurted angrily. “I was dared to go in there and get an embarrassing picture of you.”

“Were you hoping to find me jacking off?” I asked, and her jaw dropped. There was a flash of heat in her eyes before she settled on being outraged.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you have to be such a freak?”

“Why don’t you have a seat,” I said, gesturing to a large black leather chair without wheels.

“I don’t want to sit,” she said stubbornly. “I just want my phone.”

“And you’ll get it if you do what I say.”

Well, she’d eventually get it. If I was feeling nice.

Molly huffed in annoyance, but I just pointed to the chair again. Finally, she folded her arms across her chest and took a seat in it. Satisfied that she was exactly where I wanted her, I stepped into the kitchen to grab her phone and some duct tape. I slipped the phone into my pocket, not wanting her to see until I had her right where I wanted her.

I returned to find her glaring at me, but she was still in the chair. My smile was wicked as I moved in close, pulling out stirrups that were attached to the bottom. It was a very special chair, unlike anything else I’d ever seen.

“What the fuck?” Molly asked, trying to get up.

But I wasn’t having any of that.

Grabbing one of her legs, I lifted it into the stirrup and attached the straps to keep her in place. I’d used this chair enough times to move quickly before she could properly react.

“Let go of me,” she cried out, batting her hands against my chest as I strapped down her other leg.

I was glad that I brought this chair with me. It was what I thought of as my “exam chair,” and I almost couldn’t believe I was getting a chance to use it on my sister. I tied her hands together in front of her as she squirmed, trying to get free.

“Fuck, Atticus. Knock it off. It’s not a game.”

She was angry, but not scared yet. She didn’t understand what was happening.

“Oh, I agree. It’s not a game at all.”

Tearing off a piece of duct tape from the roll, I put it over her mouth to shut her up. Rage flared in her eyes, and I felt the effects of it all the way through my body. It was intoxicating.

“Now, you finally have no choice but to shut the fuck up,” I snarled.

Taking a step back, I admired the way she looked right now. Molly had worn a white pleated skirt today, and it had fallen between her spread legs, keeping her mostly covered for now. The blouse was a deep-blue color with a plunging V-neck. I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers along her cheek, down her neck and along the swell of her breasts, visible because of the neckline of her shirt.

Molly’s eyes grew wide, and her eyelashes fluttered. Then, as if she remembered she was supposed to be pissed, she tried to jerk away from me.

Too bad for her, she was tied down. Little sis wasn’t going anywhere.

Grabbing her phone, I held it up in front of her face, the secret album open on the screen. Her body tensed with shock.

“Tell me, sis. Why in the world do you have pictures of yourself like this?” I knew she couldn’t respond, and that was fine. She’d just snap at me, anyway. “I had no idea that you were such a little slut.”

Her thighs flexed and released as she tested the bonds that held her legs in place. I licked my lips, but it wasn’t time to play like I wanted. Not yet.

“And it turns out that I had no fucking idea what a whore you can be.”

I messed with the phone again this morning and discovered what I had missed last night. There was a secret folder on the phone, and this one contained videos that were also on a cam site. It looked like my sweet Molly was earning herself some extra cash by making videos online.

“Truly shocking,” I said in a mockingly sympathetic tone as I showed her what I’d found. She was no longer trying to pull free of her restraints. Now she was frozen in horror as she realized that I’d discovered her secrets. “You act like such a good girl. The popular, perfect princess, but look at what you do for strangers on the internet.”

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