What Shouldn't Be

The room was dark, the only illumination coming from the moonlight filtering through the window. Hidden amongst the pile of pillows and blankets upon the bed, was a dark haired woman, naked as the day she was born.

Grinning she started singing softly, her lover was running late, it was already half past midnight. All was quiet; her family had been asleep for several hours now. And she had been waiting since the last of them had gone to bed. Slowly her door creaked open, and a sliver of light from the hallway snaked its way into the room.

Sitting up, she watched as her brother slid through the gap between the door and the doorframe, just barely big enough for him to fit through. Once he was in the room, with the door firmly shut, she let her blankets fall so that they pooled in her lap. Smiling when he saw her, he stuck his hand into his pockets and pulled out what appeared to be pieces of silk.

“And just what are you planning on doing with that brother mine?” She queried as he made his way to his bed.

Wincing then smirking he replied, “Step-brother sister darling, and as to what I’m planning to do with these little lovelies? You’ll just have to find out.”

“Well that’s no fun!”

“Whoever said it wasn’t going to be fun?” With that he crawled across the end of her bed so that he was holding himself above her, gently kissing her then moving down he nibbled on her collarbone.

As he did so she let out a moan, having her distracted he raised her arms above her head and tied them to her headboard with the silk ties he’d had in his pocket. Pulling away he smirked at her, while she pouted at him.

“You’re evil, so very very evil.” She whisper-whimpered at him.

Bending down he kissed her lightly, and whispered back to her, “So? You love me anyways, you love not having control, you love me fucking you, hard and quick.” Sliding his hand down from her breast, to her waist, to the curls that hid her most sensitive spot, lightly tangling his fingers in her curls, he slipped a finger further down, to her center and felt how wet she was.

“You get so wet by my saying that, baby. My being dirty, my talking about what I’m gonna do to you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, anytime Dom touches you; you won’t think of him, you’ll think of me. He won’t be the one you want fucking you, touching you, kissing you. He won’t give you what you want, he won’t give you the pain, the pleasure. He won’t know what you want, and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to give it to you.”

“I know. Now get on with it damn you! I want you, I want your cock in me, I want your cum covering my thighs, I want your marks upon my body.”

Groaning at her words, he obeyed and bit her shoulder, then moving down he spread her legs so that he was in between her thighs, turning his head he bit her left thigh, almost hard enough to draw blood. Letting out a cry, he moved back up so that he could ravage her mouth, when he finally pulled away, her mouth was bruised, and lips swollen.

“Fuck, I love you. I wish I could be with you, not Dom, never Dom. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I want fucking me every night.”

Smiling at her words, he thrust himself into her, with no warning she was tight, tighter than any other woman he’d ever had. Reaching between their bodies, he flicked her clit while moving slowly and torturously. Straining at her bonds, she urged him to go faster, harder, MORE!

Letting out a whimper she begged, “Please, please, please! More! Don’t torture me, please, please, please, I need more. Fuck me!”

Giving into her pleas, he shifted just enough so that he hit her g-spot, and arching up in pleasure, she cried out again, this time muffled by his mouth plundering hers.

“Quiet! I’ll fuck you hard tonight, so hard you won’t remember your own name. But, we can’t wake anyone.”

In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing them closer together. Pausing for a moment, he undid her bonds, and once free, she drew her nails hard enough down his back, to draw blood, leaving bloody trails down his back and ass.

Moaning and whimpering at the sensations she brought, he thrust into her harder and faster without a care of if he was hurting her or no. She bit her lip, and tightened her grip on his waist, sinking her nails into his shoulders she threw her head back and tightened her pussy around his cock as she came.

“Oh god, oh god, I’m coming. Fuck! You’re so tight, so wet.” He whimpered as he came, then as he slid out of her he kissed her and then moved so that he was laying next to her on his side. Pulling her so that she rested in his arms, he kissed her shoulder and neck, “You’re mine. You always will be, even if we can’t belong to one another publicly. You’re heart, you’re soul, your firsts, are mine, no one else’s. Understood?”

“I understand Edward. Just as your mine, I may not have had any of your firsts, but you still belong to me.” After that they slowly drifted off to sleep, only to be woken a few short hours later by the sun peaking over the horizon.

Gently, he shook her awake and kissed her, “I love you Annabelle Marie.”

“I love you too, now get out before the others wake.”

“Yes ma’am.” And then he was gone, taking with him his warmth, and love.