Page 37 of Forbidden Harvest

My fingers fumble with the buttons of the doll’s outfit, the fabric slipping from my shoulders as I reveal my bare skin underneath. I hesitate again, feeling incredibly vulnerable, standing here half-naked in our family home. But Jared shows no mercy, his beautiful blue eyes burning.

“The rest. Take it all off.”

I obediently slide out of the skirt, trembling fingers betraying my nervousness. I stand naked before him, my body exposed in the dim light.

“Get on the bed. Lie in the middle and spread your legs.” Jared’s voice is heavy with heat, his gaze raking over my naked form. “Get comfortable, baby sister.”

I do as he says, my heart hammering in my chest as I lay back on the soft sheets. This was his bed, and now I’m waiting for him, anticipating his next move.

What new level of depravity will he take me to?

Jared smiles, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. “Perfect,” he whispers, stepping closer. “Absolutely perfect.”

His eyes are dark and intense, his jaw set with determination. I swallow nervously, my heart beginning to hammer in my chest.

“Remember my baseball days, Aria?” he asks, his voice soft and menacing at the same time.

I nod slowly, unable to speak.

“I loved the feel of the bat in my hands.” His eyes never leave mine as he speaks. “The power it gave me.” Reaching down, he pulls out a baseball bat from under the bed. My eyes are drawn to it, trepidation washing over me.

“What... what are you going to do with that?” My voice shakes, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

I glance between him and the bat, uncertain but strangely aroused.

Jared’s lips curve into a twisted smile. “I’m going to fuck you with it. Show you a whole new level of deep.”

A jolt of fear mixes with a spark of arousal at his words. “Jared, no... please,” I whisper, my voice cracking slightly. This can’t be safe, yet my body responds with a rush of heat building between my legs.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Shh, you’ll love it.” Jared’s voice is a soothing purr as he steps closer, the bat gripped tightly in his hands. “I’ll make it good for you.”

I bite my lip, torn between fear and a craving to experience the forbidden. “I... I can’t,” I breathe, my chest heaving as I try to calm my racing heart.

“You can, baby. You will.” His gaze holds mine, challenging and commanding at the same time. “You’ll take it all for me.”

I want to deny his words, to tell him that I can’t do this, but the denial catches in my throat. Instead, I whimper softly, my body yearning for the unfamiliar pleasure.

“Good girl.” Jared takes a step closer, his eyes glittering with dark promise. “This is happening. You’ll feel so good, I promise.”

“Please,” I whisper, uncertain if I’m pleading for him to keep going or stop.

The bed dips as he climbs on, moving between my spread legs. I feel incredibly vulnerable, exposed, and at his mercy. Jared positions the bat at my entrance, his gaze holding mine. “This is what you need, what you crave.”

I can’t deny the molten heat pooling between my legs as I feel the hard length of the bat pressing against me. I bite my lip, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me.

“This is going to hurt, baby sister.” Jared’s voice is a sultry whisper, his free hand smoothing my hair back tenderly. “But I know how much you like it rough.”

“Please, Jared...” My voice trails off as I search for the right words. I want him to stop, yet I yearn for him to continue. The forbidden nature of us is fucking intoxicating, even as my rational mind screams at me to stop.

Without warning, Jared thrusts the bat inside me. A cry escapes my lips, a mix of sharp pain and unexpected pleasure. The bat stretches me, eliciting a rush of wetness that coats it,easing its entrance. It’s not quite as thick as his cock, but it’s still thick enough.

I whimper, the bat stretching me. Jared watches my reactions, his face a mask of concentration, his eyes devouring my expressions of pleasure and pain. He moves the bat slowly, twisting and thrusting, drawing a chorus of sensations from my body.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” His voice is hoarse as he watches my flushed face and hears my desperate pants. “Tell me how much you like it.”

I can barely form words, but my body responds for me, my sounds a mix of pleas and encouragement. I’m torn between the pleasure and the burning need for more.

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