Page 122 of Masked Sins
“Let me, Master,” she says softly. Lifting her hands, she stops before she touches me. “May I?”
I bite the insides of my cheek to keep from groaning. To keep from the low purr that wants to escape my throat.
She’s asking for permission like the good little sub she is.
I can’t concentrate. I’ve never been this unfocused—this unwilling to take control.Iam the one who sets the scene.I’mthe one who tells her what to do. But the Dominant part of my brain is still shocked into silence at the sight of my stepsister kneeling in front of me, all while sheknowsit’s me.
I still can’t believe she didn’t walk right out that door.
“You may,” I tell her, my voice gravelly.
Her darkened hazel eyes look up at me through her thick lashes, and I can’t pull myself together enough to take control.
I can’t take my eyes off her—I can hardly breathe.
As one of her hands comes to my belt buckle, I feel something I’ve never felt before—an overwhelming desire to allow her some power.
She’s placed her trust in me, and that thought makes my chest tighten with something beyond desire.
I can’t fathom how she can so easily trust me when I betrayed her so completely. When I pretended to be someone else. When I messed with her head. But here she is—willing to be vulnerable with me.
I’m powerless against it. Againsther.I don’t even want to resist. There’s something so intoxicating about surrendering to her.
I’ve never felt more alive, more out of control, more completelyhers.
The clinking of my belt buckle sounds through the room, and she pulls me closer unconsciously by lacing the leather through the buckle.
With deft fingers, she pulls the belt out from around my waist, letting it drop heavily onto the wooden floor. A determined expression on her pretty face looks up at me as she unbuttons my pants and then slowly drags the zipper down.
I should say something—move, pull her closer,anything?—
In one swift movement, she pulls everything down, and my cock springs free.
It’s not like she hasn’t seen it. I’m pretty sure she memorized that dirty picture I sent her. And then there was the shower earlier.
Still, this is the first time she’s seen my cock this up close asme.As her stepbrother.
As her Dominant.
That’s what I am to her now, isn’t it?
Though right now, I don’t feel very dominant. I feel like I’d give her anything as long as she never stopped touching my cock and looking at me likethat.
Her eyes rake over me boldly like her heart is beating just as fast as mine.
And as she wraps one of her small hands around my aching shaft, my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“F-fuck.” I bite my tongue to keep from groaning and seeming over eager. “Layla,” I rasp.
Her thumb swipes over the drop of precum gathering along my slit, and then she does something unthinkable.
Something that practically has me coming instantly.
She brings her thumb to her mouth and sucks my precum off.
I couldn’t look away even if aliens invaded the room.
“Do it again,” I tell her.
