Grabbing both of their suitcases, I lead them up the staircase toward the west wing of the house. “This, River, will be your suite. It has an in-room bathroom. Tub and shower are separate. Here is your walk-in closet as well as your vanity.”
“Holy, moly. The closet could be a second room. There is no way I will fill that closet up. My little clothes will barely fill up one third of the top rack.” she says more to herself than us. Luckily, I am prepared for that.
“Not true, munchkin. Hattie will be coming this weekend to take your measurements and personally clothe you.” I have to cover the chuckle with a cough. I forgot what it was like to have a teenager around. She is so expressive. Her eyes immediately go from sarcasm to disbelief to excitement when I said she was going to be fitted, to obvious irritation at my nickname for her.
“I am not a munchkin. I’m seventeen for goodness sake,” she says crossing her arms. Adorable. I walk past her, leaving her to get acquainted with her new space, and I pass her I ruffle her hair. “Stop it, jerk,” she laments. I hear a gasp on my other side.
“River, you apologize at once. Mr. Phillips is being very generous and kind. He does not deserve your disrespect.” I have to blink back my need for her in this instant as she stands there with her hands on her hips, her chest sticking out, looking every bit a mom.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Phillips.” I can see the regret on her face, and I know I have to put her out of her misery.
“First, you will call me Brock. You are part of my family now and we will not be so formal. Second, as you are still getting to know me, I should not have felt obliged to call you a nickname and touch you. Let me be the one to apologize,” I say looking her right in the eye. My heart squeezes when she cocks her head to the side, clearly looking for the hidden meaning behind my words. I look at Delta and she has her hand to her mouth. “Forgive me, River?” I ask, extending my hand. For some unknowable reason right this second, I want…no... I need her to like me. I need her to come to trust me and see me as a dependable man in her life. She hesitates for a moment before she takes my hand and shakes it.
“Yes. I forgive you. Seriously, thank you. For all of this?” She spreads her arms wide to intimate her surroundings.
“My pleasure. I am going to show your sister to her room. Meet you downstairs in say, fifteen minutes?” She nods and turns. Walking to the door, I lead Delta to where she will be sleeping. The closer we get to the room, the harder my breathing becomes. Opening the door, I usher her in and stand, arms crossed and back to the wall as she looks around. My eyes don’t leave her for a second as I take in everything about her, I am going to devour and break. She wanders, taking it all in, not turning to look at me once. I know that is about to change though, when she comes to the closet and it hits her.
“I thought...this is your room” she says turning toward me.
“Indeed. It is little one.”
“I thought you were going to show me where I am going to sleep?”
“I am.” I spread my arms, letting her know this is it.
“I can’t…” She doesn’t get to finish that sentence before my hand is wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the wall. Fuck! Why is it that as soon as I look at her, I want to dominate her? I want to control her every waking minute. From the moment she wakes to the moment she sleeps. But it’s more than that. I want to squeeze her throat, as my cock gags her over and over until I can’t see. Only then, will slam inside of her and offload my jizz, marking her in the place that matters most, making sure my kid is inside there.
Never in my life have I wanted to spank a woman, while I ride her from behind like one of my stallions, hands pulling her hair, making her back bend to my will. I don’t bother hiding my steam machine as it pokes her in the stomach. When she gasps, no doubt unsure what is happening, I lower my mouth and once again taste the flavor that has tortured me for the past few hours. I bite her lip, pulling and tugging it, until it bleeds. The copper taste running from her mouth incites me further. I no longer have control over my actions. Moving my hand from her neck, I lift her, so her legs are around my waist.