“Come closer, Miranda. Still stunning, even in plain clothes, aren't you?” he adds and I swallow hard and steady myself as he walks over to me and runs his hand slowly down my arm. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you.”
I blush, shame overwhelming me but I do as he instructs. This is going to be much harder than I thought with Jonathan watching so closely. I slowly start undressing, trying to calm my racing heart and pounding head. When the last stitch of clothing has fallen to the carpeted floorboards, Sebastian grabs me by the arm and roughly guides me to the foot of the bed.
“Face on the mattress. Ass up. Let's show your man here how sluts like to be fucked.”
There it is. Everything I was afraid of. My first name changed to slut in the blink of an eye right before the man who’s held my heart in his hands since the day I met him.
“Is this name-calling really necessary?” Jonathan growls out through gritted teeth.
Sebastian abruptly turns to lock eyes with him and I hold my breath. “You are here to watch me fuck her, Jonathan. One more word out of your mouth and our deal is off. This is not a negotiation. Understood?”
“It's okay, baby. It will be over soon,” I whisper, trying desperately to comfort him in any way I possibly can.
“Aww, look at you, lovebirds,” Sebastian breaks in. “I can certainly understand how hard this must be for you both. I can’t say that it doesn’t give me greater pleasure though.”
“You are insufferably cruel, Sebastian. I never would have agreed to this if it wasn't for Jonathan.”
He seems annoyed by my outburst and I mentally chastise myself for running my mouth when I know it will only make things worse for us both.
“Oh, shut up now, stepsis, and let your little boyfriend here see you for the dirty, depraved slut you are. Put your hands back and hold your ass cheeks open.”
Hesitantly, I do as he says, then wait for his assault. He drags it out, playing with me before he shoves deep inside me in one thrust. “That's perfect, my gorgeous slut. Relax and it will be over soon. Or don't. I don't give a fuck anyway.”
I keep my head down as he plows into me, my shame at having him fuck me while Jonathan's watching mortifying. After a while, he pulls out, manhandles me to my knees and shoves his cock roughly inside my mouth while holding my head tightly. “Mouth open now, Miranda. That should be a piece of cake for a girl like you.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I follow his command. He pushes past my lips and I let him fuck my mouth to his heart's content.
I don't even dare to look at Jonathan, I know he must be in pain right now so I suck it up and keep blowing my stepbrother until he finally stops and slips out.
He moves his hand to my pussy, cupping roughly and slipping two fingers inside me, reaching deep. “It’s not so bad, now is it, my greedy little whore. Your cunt is sopping wet for me. Get on all fours facing him. I want him to see your face while I fuck your ass. I bet he’s never even so much as touched you back there, have you, Jonathan?”
Silence reigns in the room. All that can be heard is the crinkle of a foil wrapper and the heavy breathing of Sebastian. I assume position and I keep my head down, incapable of looking anywhere but the wall in front of me. I hear the pop of a cap being undone and I feel the coolness of lube dripped onto my skin. Sebastian pushes inside me a moment later and I know that this is too much for Jonathan to witness. A single tear drops down my flaming cheeks while my stepbrother calls me names I’ve grown accustomed to hearing after all these years. Names I never wanted Jonathan to associate with me. Names that are burnt deep under my skin and into my very soul.
I do my best to stifle any hints of arousal or pleasure but low moans still manage to escape me. I pray for this to be over soon. But no. We could only hope to be so lucky.