Chokehold

by Leigh Rivers

Reaching for the chin of the mask, they don’t stop me as I slide it up, and I hesitate, my heart fucking thundering and cock pulsing as I stare down at my stepbrother. I swallow past a sudden lump in my throat, my eyes zoned into his lips, his fucking mouth. His heavy breaths – how audible they are. Why am I getting harder?

So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right?

Unknown: My dick begs for more when I think of you on your knees, and your mouth stuffed with my cum. Heart in my throat, I type out a reply. Me: Who’s this? His response is immediate. Unknown: Your worst nightmare.

Unknown: I was thinking how fucking pathetic you were, gagging on my dick and clawing at my thighs as though I’d let you breathe if you hurt me. Spoiler: I wouldn’t. You’d die suffocating on my fat cock first.

Unknown: I’m going to fuck up your world and everyone and everything in it. I’ll leave you so broken that you’ll crawl on your hands and bleeding knees, begging for scraps, begging for my cum. Begging for me to hurt you.

Unknown: By the time I’m done with you, nothing will be left for anyone else to salvage.

“What the fuck do you want?” “There you are.” His smile is manic. “I knew you were in there somewhere, just waiting for someone to come along with a stick and poke you.”

There are no lengths, no stretch of the imagination that I won’t go to own every part of him.

We’re both chameleons in our unique ways, hiding behind impenetrable walls and cracked masks.

“Such a good fucking boy,” I whisper in his ear, keeping my voice low and undetected.

“You need a villain.” I meet his eyes, letting him see what lurks beneath my own surface. “I fear being the hero.”

“Call me a princess one more time, and I’ll make you my bitch in the backseat of the car.” “Woah,” I laugh as he rounds the front of the car. “Now that sounds like a promise, princess.”

Because Blaise is mine, and I’m his.

“I know you can stand up for yourself, but that’s beside the point. I’m your boyfriend, Cole. Your man. Your battles are my fucking battles. Don’t you dare try to fight alone! Not anymore. Not over my dead body. I love you, for fuck’s sake. You don’t ever have to stand up for yourself anymore, not when I’m here.”