Page 40 of Blue Velvet

“You said I could have any hole I want,” I remind her.

She nods, and her eyes fly open startled, staring into nothingness as she whispers, “Yes, master. Anything you want. I’m yours.”

Her cry echoes through the bathroom when I shove myself inside her, stretching her tightness with my entire length in one dominating push.

“Oh, does it hurt?” I ask innocently. “I’m sorry, my toy, but you asked for this.”

She alternates between whimpering in agony and moaning with pleasure. I continue pistoning inside her, feeling her tightness closing in around me as I sodomize her more brutally than I’ve ever done to anyone. The shower is still raining down on us, so it’s hard to tell whether some of the streams on her face may taste of salt. She cries out, her face grimacing in pain, but at the same time, she’s leaning into me and begging for me to continue. I fuck her savagely, taking everything she has to give, and demanding more.

And yet, I’m not taking anything she isn’t willing to give.

She reaches down between her legs, and while my first instinct is to stop her, I restrain and instead follow an impulse that’s stronger than the will to punish her.

I don’t allow her to come. Iwanther to come. I want her to explode when my cock is buried deep inside her tight ass. I want to feel her clenching around me and hear her scream as she loses herself in unfathomable ecstasy.

She’s enough of a good girl to make sure that I’m not denying her this time by the look she casts me over her shoulder. Her eyes seek and plead with mine for permission as she plays with her clit.

“Come, toy,” I tell her. “Come for me!”

Only seconds pass until she obeys my command, her body literally elevating off the floor. She rises up on her toes, letting the rapture flood over her. Her tight body squirms against the tiles. Water splashes everywhere, and her muscles tense, and suddenly I can’t stop myself from following her over the edge.

She’s still pulsating with need and the aftershocks of her orgasm when I explode inside her, filling her tight hole with cum. She exhales a ragged breath and turns to study me over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling in triumph.

22

Loran

I haven’t seenmy brother in months. That’s not as sad as it sounds. We’ve never been particularly close, despite our small age difference. Despite sharing the same parents, we are very different people who grew up under very different circumstances.

He’s always been the golden boy in my parents’ eyes, the heir, the prodigy who skipped fourth grade, but who hasn’t really done anything impressive since then. On the contrary. He’d be in prison if it wasn’t for me, and he’d be penniless, too, as would my parents. I don’t think they would ever change their opinion about either of us, even if they knew the full story about what happened. Even if they knew that I was the one who saved our family’s business, that I was the one who made sure we retained our wealth, and that I was the one who not only bailed out my fucked-up brother, but the one who covered up his deed and helped him - and our family’s company - get out of the mess he created, and without any lasting repercussions.

I never told them anything about it, because it wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t need anything to change, and I also have to consider the deal my brother and I made. He knows some shit about me that I don’t want exposed. He knows how I spend my free time, about the easy and ever-changing string of girls, the prostitutes, about the twisted things I do to women. He’s the only person on the planet who wouldn’t be surprised to find my toy chained up in the basement. It’s what he’d expect of me. I’m the sick one, the black sheep who was dumb enough to get caught paying a girl for sex before I was even legal, while he’s the one who brought home a picture-perfect girlfriend who is now his wife and pregnant with their first child. He may be a criminal and a loser when it comes to business, but unlike me, he’s playing the role of heir to a wealthy and reputable family perfectly. And no one will ever know the truth about either one of us.

Because as long as I keep my mouth shut, so will he. That’s the deal.

Unfortunately, it also means that I have to rush to his aid every time he gets into trouble. I’ve told him numerous times that I won’t be able to do this for the rest of his life and there’s a limit to what I can do to help him. Tax fraud is a serious offense, especially on a scale as large as this. If you draw attention to yourself once, you’re never above scrutiny again. I don’t know why that’s so hard for him to figure out. He’s like an impatient kid, always feeling that he’s being cheated on by everyone else.

“Paying your taxes is not the same as having money stolen from you,” I tell him for what must be the thousandth time. We’re sitting in a dimly lit booth at an Italian lunch place in the city. He’s dressed in a dark gray suit that makes him look older than he is, while I opted to wear casual attire, the same pair of jeans I wore when I was with my toy, when she had her lips wrapped around my cock. The memory makes me smile.

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve mentioned that more than once, Loran,” he retorts, rolling his eyes at me. We’re both sipping Scotch on the rocks. I always enjoy a cold and spicy drink after a good fuck, but I don’t think he’s drinking for the same reason.

“And trust me, I listened to you. I’ve paid my dues,” my brother continues. “This isn’t even about taxes, it’s about a simple mistake made by my accountant. I tried to fix it the proper way, I really did. But these idiots are so fucking stubborn - it was a simple delay due to a miscalculation, causing them to dig into my assets again, something they wouldn’t even have done if that delay hadn’t occurred.”

“And you want me to cover for it,” I say. “Again. You want me to take the rap for something you messed up.”

“No, that’s not what this is,” he insists. “I just want to transfer some of the assets into your name for a while, just to secure the money until this ridiculous investigation is over.”

“So, you simply want to unload the problem onto me?”

He looks at me indignantly, even though I should be the one who’s insulted by his dumb proposition.

“That’s not exactly-”

“Yes, that’sexactlywhat it would be,” I interrupt. “Look, it was different to help your sorry ass out when you were dumb enough to gamble our family’s money away-”

“I didn’t gamble the money aw-”

“Yes, you did, and don’t you fucking interrupt me, big brother,” I hiss.

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