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Sash wants to reach up and run her hands along the taut muscles of Dante’s chest. She wants to hold onto his bicep and trace the lines that cut across the edge of his belly and down towards his trousers, but she knows now, bound in place like this, she is at his whim. Dante will take whatever he wants from her, and if Sash is to have her way, she’ll have to obey him.
Dante pulls at his belt, teasing the leather out of the loop holes agonizingly slowly, all the while his eyes fixed on his stepsister’s perfect little body. When he is done, and the cold leather sits in his hand like a dead snake, he places himself at the end of the bed, puts Sash’s legs in his lap and begins to bind the belt around her ankles, forcing it as tight as he can against her skin. With her feet in place, and a length of leather almost a half meter long to spare, Dante takes hold of it, walks to the head of the bed so he’s stood alongside her and begins to pull her legs towards him and up over her body.
Sash has never been bound up before, and it’s exciting her much more than she ever thought it would. The fact that Dante is doing it, in the bedroom they’ve already shared so much in, makes her body feel even more electrified. If she could touch herself like she is desperate for Dante to do to her, she’d see just how wet the whole thing was making her.
When Dante is finished, and Sash’s legs aren’t just bound together, they are tied to the headboard of the bed, Sash is folded up almost completely in half, her ass is raised into the air, and she can nearly kiss her own legs.
Dante tickles his fingers down her calf muscles towards the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh and Sash can’t help but moan for real this time, the pleasure pulsating out across her body in fiery beats.
“I thought you were going to punish me?” Sash asks, happy to tease her stepbrother, and keen for him to get on with what he seems to be promising to do.
As if in response, Dante lifts his hand into the air, and smacks her ass just to the edge of her pussy. Sash wants him to do it again, but this time only after he’s removed her pajamas first. She can feel her pussy aching to be seen to.
“Take them off, Dante”, she begs, but Dante is happy to let his stepsister wait. Once again he smacks her ass, only this time he leaves his hand in place when it comes in contact with her flesh, his fingers agonizingly close to her throbbing sex.
“No more secrets”, Dante says, standing up to further undress himself.
“I promise”, Sash moans, her head twisted to the side to take in her stepbrother’s perfection.
“I mean it, Sash”, Dante says, casting his trousers to the side. “No more fucking around.”
Sash can see the thickness of his cock pressing insistently against his boxer-shorts. On the crisp white fabric, a circular patch of pre-cum has built up to darken the cotton. She wants him closer so she can feel him against her. She wants him in her hands and mouth and pussy all at once. The yearning is almost too much to bear. “No more lies. No more hiding in the dark or running around in the shadows.”
“Uh-huh”, Sash says, her body trembling with need.
Dante pauses for a moment to regard her, collapsed up over herself like a sex doll. She is his to do whatever he likes to, and Sash will always obey him, he’ll make sure of that. He can see in her eyes how much he means to her, and that look he knows will be reflected in his own. He can hardly believe how much this one girl drives him crazy, much more than any of the others that have come and go in his life. He can hardly believe how much control she can have over the way he feels. It may look to any casual observer that Dante is in charge in this situation, but really, the only one who has the control is Sash. She always has, even though she’s never felt it.
Down come Dante’s boxer-shorts, his cock catching for a moment on the elasticated waistband, bending down momentarily and springing back into place magnificently. Sash can’t hide her excitement any more, squealing at the sight of it. She loves seeing her stepbrother hard, proud to be able to turn him on so much. She wants to suck him, run her tongue along the ridges of his crown and drink his delicious taste down, but Dante has other ideas.
Sash can feel the bed sink a little as he gets onto it. Once again, Dante puts his hand or his stepsister’s ass, this time tightening the fabric around the form of her pussy, her wetness noticeable through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
“I want you, Sash”, Dante says. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“I want you too,” Sash moans back.
Dante puts his hands underneath her, takes hold of her pajama bottoms and pulls them up and over her ass, so they rest just above her knees. Sash can’t see, but she can feel the cool air around her pussy, and knows she’s fully exposed to him. Dante is delighted to see how wet she is, thin strands of her cum sticking like glue to her panties and oozing out to the edges of her thighs. Even before he touches her she is palpating, her pussy hole opening and closing rhythmically in synchronization with her shortened breaths.
Like this, his stepsister bound up and at his behest, Dante feels like a king. Being in control has always turned him on, and being able to dominate Sash like this makes his cock throb and his balls hum. Dante can’t think of any other way he’d prefer to take her right now, and Sash couldn’t agree more, the idea of being dominated by an angry Dante keen to punish her for behaving badly, enough in itself to push her close to coming.
Dante stares at her pussy for a while. He stares at her fat lips swollen with desire, the entrance to her pussy hole he himself broke through yesterday, and the cord of skin that separates her delightful little sex with her button tight anus, as though he’s working out how best to proceed. He wants to lick her, run his fat tongue up and down her slit until she collapses in orgasm and begs him to stop, but that kind of careful attention he intends to save for another day. Right now he’s bound her up to punish her hard, and he’s not going to stop until he’s got his way, whether she likes it or not.
Dante tests her wetness with the flat edge of his thumb, pushing it between her lips and towards her hole. When he finds it, forcing his way insistently through the sensitive tightness, Sash has to shut her eyes against the sharp stab of pain that echoes out around her body. She’s wet, very horny and ready to fuck, but her pussy is still sensitive from the operation, and still much tighter than it was a week ago. Dante is insistent, however. He pushes his thumb into his stepsister slowly, delighted to feel her pussy contract around his extended digit.
With his other hand, he pushes the skin back around her clit and rubs her delicate little nub directly. Sash complains and tries to twist her body away from him, but each movement cuts the leather of the belt into her ankles and the silk of the tie into her wrists so much that the sensitivity of Dante at her clit is better than the pain she receives in moving away from it. Dante is anything but subtle, and seeing how much she tries to struggle away from it, he pulls his thumb out of her pussy, and concentrates all his efforts on stimulating her tumid bead, keen to watch her pussy froth with excitement.
“Please, Dante, no”, Sash complains, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Dante holds her clitoral hood back and works his finger tips in circles around her clit, sometimes pinching the fat nub and wanking it, other times nudging it so gently she can barely feel it, just to see how far he can push her.
When her anus is glistening with excreted pussy juice, and there is a patch of darkened fabric below her, that looks like someone has spilled a drink on the bed, and Sash’s legs have begun to tremble and quake uncontrollably, and she’s finally let it absorb her so much she’s one touch away from exploding so loudly in orgasm that the whole of the rest of the street will hear her, Dante pulls away calmly, and lets his stepsister beg to have him put his hands back on her and finish her off.
Dante smacks her ass with the flat of his palm, just to show her he’s still in control. The sensation spreads through her pussy and echoes out across her skin threatening to consume her completely. She’s on the edge and Dante knows it.
“Fuck me, Dante”, Sash commands.
