Page 23 of Crown of Steel

“Fuck you,” I wheeze, swearing some more when he simply tilts his head back and lets out an obscene bark. My throat is burning, together with my eyes that are itching from the lack of sleep they’ve had. It’s too early for this shit, and the worst part is that my hardened cock is filled with misplaced arousal.

Arthur glides two fingertips over my burning cheek. “If you bite, I’ll throw you down the stairs.” It’s the only warning he gives before he slips them inside my mouth. I’m too surprised, too indignant to fully understand what he’s doing, but when I feel his digits connect with my tongue, I nearly bite on them in my attempt to stifle my groan. Wiggling like a fish in his hold, I sputter, my hanging foot coming up to kick him, only to have the force taken out of me when he tilts my head further back. His eyes stare intently at my mouth, tipped into a cruel grin while he pushes me further over the railing. Pain flickers through my back, and I grunt, feet still trying to catch a hold. I’m completely at his mercy. And all the while, his fingers play with my tongue.

“So here’s my father wanting to take care of his new stepson, little Régis. And he wants me to help you while you’re on my territory. And since I’m the heir of our family business, I’ll oblige and look out for you. And you, my sweet little stepbro, will be grateful. Now, I told you that I’d come and see you soon,yet you failed to be in your bedroom. As yourchaperone, I’m not pleased.” He chuckles lowly.

Tears sting in my eyes when my lungs constrict, a dull ache forming in my throat.

“Please—” I whimper between his fingers, my hand on his no longer feisty but turned into a limp rag.

“Hm. Not quite the word I was looking for, but I like the way it rolls off your tongue. Out of your sweet mouth that’s stuffed with my fingers.” Arthur steps forward, but instead of yanking me deeper against the wood, he glues our bodies together. I dip my gaze, cheeks heating with shame. He can feel me,he can feel me, echoes through my mind. And there’s not a damn thing in the world I can do to make it stop. “Are you going to let me guide you, little Régis?”

I nod, desperate now for him to back off.

“Good. Open your pants then.”

My eyes widen, all earlier bravado now officially thrown out of the window. “Wh-wh—”

“Your. Pants.” The curl of his lips is feral and he watches me intently.

“No,” I stammer, my tongue colliding once more with his fingers. It nearly makes me gag. “No.”

He pulls me back over the railing, feet dangling in the air in less than two seconds, and I yelp while I grab hold of his clothed thigh.

“Now.” It’s nothing but a hoarse whisper, but it feels like a heavy, heavy defeat. Why isn’t anyone out here right now? Surely, it isn’t that early anymore? Or is it—

Arthur gives me a dirty smirk. “No one’s here to save you now. Now, let me guide you.”

My fingers tremble when I finally pop the buttons of my school pants. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe my cock is hardening despite the insanity of this situation. But I canhardly breathe, and Arthur is even more of a crazy fucker than I’d suspected.

“Good. Good,” he croons after he’s squeezed me back against the railing again. Slowly he pulls out his fingers from my mouth, then plops them into his own. When I eye him in suspicion, he just grins. Then they disappear from his mouth and dip inside my boxers. His hold on my neck becomes less firm, and I suck in a deep breath of air that comes out on a confused, shaky moan when he wraps his hands around my cock. “All hard for me already, little Régis. Tell me, does that make you hot?” Arthur purrs. “Having your big bad stepbrother nearly choke you to death? You like it when I threaten you?” He bends his head to breathe in the skin of my neck, greedily humming when he does so.

“You smell good. Do you like the shower gel I got you?”

What?

“Fuck you,”I want to tell him, but nothing leaves my throat except for a filthy moan, while my mind scrambles to remember what I used earlier under the shower. Eucalyptus. He got that for me? His hand feels so damn good, as it slowly, teasingly makes its way over my girth. He comes up to my tip, swirls his thumb into my wet spot, whispering all kinds of filthy things as he does so.

“You really are a kitten, little Régis. Achaton. You claw and hiss, but underneath that self-defense you really are sweet, aren’t you? So innocent.”

Pressure builds in my stomach and balls and my fingers dig into the wooden railing, into his clothed thigh, into his shoulder blade. His rhythm picks up just that little bit, but those filthy words, that husky sound…it drives me fucking crazy. White hot pleasure shoots through my veins and my balls draw up even further, readying themselves for release. And then I come on a startled cry, squeezing Arthur tight as my body shivers in pleasure. I am in ecstasy, famished from all those secretive dreams, those wicked sins that haunted me at night. Fuck, I’ve dreamt of him ever since he layed his hands on me the first time in the back of that car. But in real life, his hands on my body are so intense, just like my orgasm that seems to last forever. My body quivers as it empties itself, pouring my cum onto my stepbrother’s waiting hand. Mystepbrother.

Oh my god.

“That’s it,” he rasps into my ear, hands wrapped around my trembling shoulders. “That’s a grateful, little stepbro.” He slowly drags his fingers over my shirt, all the way up to my chin, leaving a wet trace of cum on its trail. “You act as though that’s the first time someone’s touched you.” He cocks his head as his charcoal eyes take me in, searching for the truth. Either the orgasm hasn’t really finished or I’m sick in the head, because my mouth goes dry and my thighs tremble.

“Yeah, it was.”

He gives me a wolfish grin. ”Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through everything. You and I are going to have so much fun.” I can only stare asphyxiated when he pops his cum-stained fingers between his own lips and suckles them down. My mind has gone blank, the power of my orgasm having wiped out all reasonable thoughts. After one last dart of his tongue around his fingers, he pops them out.

“You—what about you? Don’t you—” The outline of his hard cock looks devilishly obscene through his uniform. He smirks.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that in the next round. This one was for you, in exchange for your beautiful gratification. Now, let me look at you.” Pulling back, he takes his time eying my disheveled state with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “Your pants,” he finally rasps. I look down, horrified by the dirty stains on my clothes. The wet trail from my shirt down to my clothed crotch, that has smudges of cum on them. “Leave them on. I like watching you covered in your own release, knowing it was me who tipped you over the edge and made you come.” He lazilybrushes his wet fingers over them, as if to rub the evidence of my weakness even more in. I haven’t received my other sets of uniforms yet, is the first thing that comes to mind. The thought makes me even more furious.

“Now that you have proven to be the strongest, let’s quit here and now.” I snarl.

“They’ll all know, little Régis,” he sing-songs softly, his voice laced with mischief. “Every single one of them.”

Tipping up my chin, I bristle, “I’ll show you wrong, Arthur. You cannot control me, no one can.”

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