by Carly Davis
“She’s off limits to you.” Nikolai’s warning rang in my head.
I slid my sunglasses off pocketing them in my pocket as I stepped in her room. Anna’s brunette curls bounced as she danced around the room. I clenched my jaw when I took notice of what she was wearing. The green satin dress clung to her body and was much too short for her to be wearing. The front of it was no better revealing too much skin. Seeing her in that dress was making it hard for me to breathe as I hardened under my zipper.
Fuck.
Think of anything else besides how you want to do bad things to your best friend’s sister.
“Luka, won’t you come dance with me?” She purred swaying her hips provocatively.
Off fucking limits.
“Anna,” I tightened my jaw as she ran her hands down her neck and over her breasts. “Go change. Now!”
She frowned tugging at the hem of the flimsy material. “You don’t like my new dress?”
“No.” Fuck yes, and that was the problem.
Off fucking limits.
“I’m not changing, you can’t make me.” She crossed her arms over her chest making her disobedience affect me. I was hard as fucking steel.
“Christ Anna, go change before I spank your ass for not listening. Nikolai would kill me if he seen you in that.” He would also kill me for having a hard dick by looking at her.
“But Lydia got for me on my birthday.” She puckered out her bottom lip pouting like a child who didn’t get a toy.
“I don’t give a shit if God got you that dress for you, you’re not wearing it. Go. Fucking. Change.”
“Fine, you’re such a fuddy duddy.”
“A what?”
“A fuddy duddy, stick in the mud, a grumpy old fart.”
Where does she come up with this shit?
“Luka, I need you to help me. I can’t reach the zipper.” She sang from the bathroom.
Fuck my life.
This girl was killing me.
My cock throbbed painfully against my slacks as I looked at her through the mirror. I took the metal between my finger and thumb sucking in a deep breath. In my mind, I’d only dreamed of doing this for the past two weeks.
Two torturous weeks.
Fourteen days of agony.
I leaned down next to her ear and whispered. “Baby girl, don’t test me or next time I won’t hesitate to bend you over my knee and spank you. I’ll be right back with your clothes.”
I stepped back as she gasped and widened her chocolate orbs. She was making it so hard to walk away.
Pulling me in with her eyes.
Tempting me with her body.
I had to get out of here before I did something stupid.
Like spin her around and kiss her.
Or worse…touch her.
Dominate her.
In forbidden parts of her body.
Places I’ve only fantasized about in my sleep.
Fuck you, dick.
Fuck you.
Get out of there, Luka.
Just walk away.
I rummaged through her closet until I found a crème-colored dress. It was long enough to my liking and didn’t show too much skin. I pulled it from the hanger and sighed as I made my way back to the bathroom.
“Anna, I’ve got your clothes.” I knocked.
She opened the door in nothing but her bra and panties making me silently curse to myself. Speak of the devil and he shall call.
I just can’t get a break today.
“Anna,” I hissed clenching the dress in my fists. “Just put the damn dress on.”
If Nikolai or anybody else walked through that door, I was a dead man. I could already see the headlines or newsfeed on Facebook. Nikolai Vasiliev’s right-hand man murdered because he crossed the line with his sister.
“Luka, why don’t you want to look at me?” She asked stepping forward.
“Hurry up and put your clothes on before someone walks in and gets the wrong idea.” I hissed slamming the door.
I was barely hanging on by a thread. The devil was taunting me and the bulge in my pants was proof of that. I had to get out of here and quick before I acted on my urges. I picked up the phone and texted Markus.
Me-I have something I need to take care of. Need you to fill in for me.
Markus-Sure.
“I won’t be long, just something that I need to do.” I told him as he entered the room.
I go to the East wing where only the most trusted men are allowed. This is where the trusted men come for a good time with the whores. I unbutton and unzip my pants and undoing the buttons of my shirt leaving it on.
Right on cue, a busty brunette comes in and slides her dress down letting it fall to the floor. My lips curl up in a grin as she takes my dick in her hand stroking it up and down. I like the fact that she's brunette. It will make it easier to imagine it's Anna I'm fucking. I pull her head away from my cock and push her away ordering her, "Bend over that table and spread your legs. Keep your face forward."
I roll the condom on and proceed to fuck this whore. From the back, she looks just like Anna and I plunge my dick in her with all the force I've got. She tries to look back as I'm thrusting in her pussy, "No, keep your head forward." She obeys as I continue to thrust the hardest I've ever done before. This is what Nikolai pays her for. I push her face down on the cold surface as I imagine it's not a whore I'm fucking but her. Her moans can be heard throughout the entire East wing as I fuck her from behind.
I pull out and rip my condom off forcing her to her knees thrusting my dick in her mouth while shoving my entire length down her throat. I can hear her struggling to take it all gagging on it as I grab her by the hair making her take it like a whore. She knows what she is. I can feel myself get closer and closer forcing my dick down her throat. I feel the orgasm coming so quick squirting inside her mouth, "Oh fuck, just like that!" She swallows every bit and then licks the rest off my cock cleaning it up. She stands up after she's done and puts her dress back on leaving me to myself.
I guess that will do for now till my cravings for Anna come back to haunt me. I take a shower and clean the stench of whore off my body. There's no way I can be around Anna knowing I smell like another woman, even if it was a whore. I still can't bring myself to do that to her. I slide my clothes back on and head back to her room to my torture.
“Get the job done?” Markus curled his lips into a crooked smirk.
“I got what I needed.” I replied as I looked over to Anna.
He leaned over in my ear and whispered. “How about you, me, and Fiona go out sometime. I know you just fucked her.”
“I’m good. Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to have to say no.”
“If you change your mind, you know where to find us.” He winked as he left the room.
“Where did you go?” She asked as she pressed her face in my chest.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
“I’m bored, let’s go swimming in the pool.”
There’s no way in hell I could survive that. She literally had me by the balls trying to fight the urge to not kiss her.
Do it.
Press your lips against hers and taste her.
Just one more inch and you could have her.
The devil taunted me.
“Off fucking limits.” Nikolai’s voice screamed in my head.
“No Anna, it’s time for dinner. Your brother is expecting us and he is a very impatient man.” I told her.
“Can we after?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and arched her neck to look at me.
“We’ll see.” Hell no, we wouldn’t go swimming. I wouldn’t be able to handle see her in a bathing suit. My cock would explode just at the sight. I pulled her away and led her out of her room by the small of her back.
As long as I can fight these urges tonight, I will have survived another day.
Please, give me strength to fight the devil and not give into to temptation.
Do not
taste the forbidden fruit.
“Luka, come by the office after dinner. I have some things to run by you.”
“But Luka was going to take me swimming.” Anna whined.
“You heard your brother, duty calls.” I replied taking a bite of my steak.
“Oh, ok. I guess tomorrow then.” She pouted as she picked up her fork.
“Vladimir will escort you back to your room when you’re finished. Come with me Luka.” Nikolai threw his napkin down and stood up.
I stood in his office and watched him fold his hands under his chin and grin. “I don’t know how you do it, Luka. The only person Anna will listen to is you. Keep up the good work and remember what I told you.”
“Off limits, I know and I haven’t forgotten. You can count on me.” I gulped trying to swallow the devil down.
Little did I know, I had just lied to him.
A line was going to be crossed.
One I was never supposed to cross.
Oh Luka, what have you gotten yourself into.
