She waited for him as the clock drew near midnight.
She knew he would come... he had to come. She was tired of his denials, and her body ached with the anticipation of his touch and his lips pressed against her skin. She would welcome him into her bed with no reservations. The game had been played for too long, each straining for self-control when they were near one another. She shook now when he stood behind her, his breath hot and fast against her ear and his hands draping her waist a little to close and a little too long. He knew the affect his presence brought, and she retaliated by leaning back ever so slightly, rubbing her bottom across his cock and smiling in victory when it responded.
The time for games was over. They were not children but it was pleasure she sought, and she choose her eye candy well. A simple silk negligee paired with a thong of white, whispery lace. She would pretend to be asleep she decided, minus the covers and turned away from the door so he could take her by surprise. She lay that way now, prone but alert as she listened for the creak that would announce his arrival.
It came then, followed by the briefest squeak as the door to her bedroom opened. She tensed, her skin tingling at his intake of breath as he shut the door behind him. She wanted to speak and to let him hear the husky anticipation in her voice but she wouldn't ruin the moment. She was giving him control, letting him take what he wanted after his torturous recriminations.
His breathing quickened but she closed her eyes even tighter, forcing herself to breath evenly as she felt him slip onto the bed. His hand trailed up her thigh, his thick fingers probing and scraping as they danced over her skin. With maddening slowness she felt the material slide up her thigh and bunch against her hip. He cupped her bottom, squeezing and molding it in his hands. She wanted to hold still but that was impossible now. She moved under his caresses, and when he slid his finger down the cleft of her bottom she shivered.
"Shhh," he whispered. He probed further still, his finger teasing as he probed the tight entrance. She bit her lip as he caressed her gently, willing her to relax and open to him. She shifted, parting her thighs ever so slightly because she wanted to please him, to let him know she was willing to do what he wanted.
"Will you let me take you this way Tawny?"
She nodded, feeling a rush of heat rush over her as his finger moved silkily in a circular motion, each time dipping into the entrance of her bottom. She hadn't expected the pleasure but it rushed at her now and she rose up slightly, offering her bottom to him as her heart thumped in anticipation.
He laughed then, an almost guttural sound she didn't recognize but she was caught in the moment now, a puppet useless under his wandering fingers. She waited almost anxiously as he leisurely stroked and caressed, his finger plunging harder, deeper, and when he slipped fully into her bottom a frenzied cry escaped her mouth.
"Yes," he drawled, then laughed in the same grating way. There was a hint of malice, something in his tone that was different. Part of her wanted to know why but the pleasure rose in her, and without understanding she began to buck against the finger inside her bottom.
"That's it," he rasped, and she felt his other hand caressing her bottom as she pushed against him, her breath coming in ragged pants as he penetrated her bottom, his finger lost in the hot tightness as she moaned.
"I didn't expect this... this desire for me to fuck your bottom, but it pleases me. Oh God," he choked. Suddenly his finger was gone and she cried out as the sudden bleak emptiness it brought. She froze, poised on the bed in the same position, wanting to ask what was wrong but afraid to speak. It was about him, this moment. It was all for him.
"Turn to me Tawny," he whispered.
Tawny swallowed, trembling as she felt him move away. Reluctantly, she laid back and she pressed against his long, lean frame. His cock was hard and poking her hip, and dizzily she wondered if he meant to put his cock in her bottom.
"I said... turn to me."
She turned her body towards him eyes closed, wanting to see him only when she was in the crook of his arm. She felt it underneath her neck and when she was next to him she opened her eyes...to find Nicholas above her.
"Don't look so scared," he admonished at her wide-eyed stare. "I have my hand over your mouth only because I know you'll scream, and not the type of scream I have in store for you."
Tawny struck at him with closed fists, pounding his arm and chest until he moved over her, his dark face looming as he deftly captured her hands and pulled them above her head.
"I thought you would fight. Good. I like a girl with spirit."
Tawny thought she could bite him, but she barely nipped his skin as his grip on her mouth tightened. She whimpered as he slid his thigh over her left leg, just before she was able to lift a knee to jab him in his groin.
Nicholas chuckled. "Don't you think I knew that was coming? Tawny, you need to submit yourself to this."
She realized with growing dismay that she was no match for him and her struggling would only weaken. Dazed, she relaxed her body and tried to ignore the sudden surge of desire she felt as Nicholas's cock tapped against her skin.
"Now," he said lowly, conversationally, "you and I are going to have a little chat. Rather, you will listen while I speak and nod when I ask. When you hear me ask do you understand, I want you to nod. Let's try it now. Do you understand?"
Tawny nodded, her lips quivering and he smiled.
"That's better. You hate me right now... don't you?"
She nodded.
"That's okay," Nicholas told her as he brought forward a length of small white rope. He pulled her up the bed by her clasped hands and swiftly wound the soft rope over and through, tightening them until she visibly winced.
"Now you're going to be a good girl and leave your hands above your head. I have plans for you that involve my hands, and I can't hold onto your wrists all night... am I right?"
Tawny felt a tear drip down her face and she nodded. Nicholas frowned and shook his head, leaning forward to swipe at her cheek with his tongue.
"No more of that now. This is to be a night of pleasure, one you won't soon forget. In fact,"
Nicholas paused and reached over the side of the bed. "In fact, I have a feeling after this night is over that you will feel very, very different, my pretty little sister."
"Ah, I know you aren't really my sister," he said as emotion moved over her face. In fact, I am sure you showed my father pleasure. I can't blame you really. Many women sought my father, and being the mortal he was, he would have wanted you desperately.
At first, the sight of you repelled me. I saw a spoiled little girl looking for money. I'm still not sure if that's not true."
Tawny's eyes widened as Nicholas brought forth the knife.
"However, that doesn't stop me from having certain urges, understand?" With maddening slowness he trailed the silver edge carefully down her cheek, marking a path over the curve of her neck and swell of her breast.
"I am drawn to you little sister. I see darkness inside of you. I feel the primal needs that surge under the surface of your soft skin. There is a part of you that wants this. Your body is betraying you. You want to run, but your there is a pulse between your legs and an ache in your bottom. You think you keep this part of you hidden. Anthony sees you alone and afraid. He wants you because he loves you, yet he pulls away from the touches, the to long embraces because he is afraid."
The cool tip of the blade slid down her body and Tawny shivered as the thin material parted and exposed her skin. Shamefully, she felt the sudden arousal of her nipples but there was no way to hide them. They puckered and swelled as if arching toward the man she once disliked, and now hated.
"Beautiful. Your nipples are tight and rosy little sister," he crooned as gently circled the knife tip around each peak. "I knew they would be."
He dipped his head and wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked roughly. Tawny wanted to scream, to bring her fists down and hurt him but he was strong... to strong. He tasted the other and she felt the knife press against her body, menacing yet not as sinister as the man above her.
"I feel your heart pounding little sister. I would call you Tawny, but little sister excites me more. I know it does you as well, though if I were to ask you, you would lie."
The knife was gone.
"You keep your body so well. My hand fits well in the curve of your stomach. I'm sure it will glide over your pussy even better. Do you think so?"
Tawny nodded, her breath coming a little faster as his hand grazed the top of her panties. Her impatience grew with her arousal, her hate mingling and morphing from disgust to exquisite sensation.
