ROUGH CUT

by Wyatt, Dani

  She nods as I reach down to tame my erection with a few strokes, glancing at the clock on the bedside table and figuring we have about ten more minutes before we have to be out the door.

  All I’ve been able to think about since she told me she was pure, is getting inside that virgin pussy and making her completely mine. But I’m going to stay true to my plan and do this right. For us.

  Still, the need to claim her has me half mad. The power she holds over me makes me forget nearly everything else.

  I run my hands down the soft flesh of her inner thighs and feel her shaking under my touch, spreading her legs wider as I scoot myself forward on my knees, lining up my cock with her entrance.

  I watch as her eyes go wide.

  “Not yet. Not all the way, Sprite. Just the tip, just inside you. I need to feel you touching me like this.”

  I glide the tip up and down through her folds, and it’s softer and hotter than I expected. I do that for a few more strokes until my shaft is slick from her juices and then I line up again, her tight opening on the tip of my cock.

  “You realize, from now on I will take what I want. I will always care for you, protect you, cherish you, but I will be in charge. Do you understand?”

  For a split second, I see doubt in her eyes, but as quickly as it comes, it falls away. She brings her fingers to her lips, sucks them inside, then trails them down the center of her body until they rest on her clit and she begins to move them in a slow circle.

  “Can I do this?” She asks, staring right into my eyes, into my soul. “Do I have your permission?” Her body arches into her touch, and I nearly explode all over her right there.

  “Yes. Play with that hard little clit while I jack myself off into your pussy.”

  I work the tip just into her soaked opening, and the restraint needed to hold back from slamming myself inside is nearly impossible to muster, but somehow I manage to find the willpower.

  A shy smile curves her lips as her fingers work her little nub, and I grip my girth as I start to stroke myself into her.

  With my other hand, I reach up and grab her tit, my fingers pinching the hard nipple until she lets out a little yelp and her eyes flick to me for relief.

  I feel her pussy clench where I’m pressing into her, and I work myself faster as her fingers spin around and around. Squeezing her breast hard, I listen to her gasp and moan, but her opening gushes and I rub my hand into her honey, spreading it down and around, easing my motions.

  “I’m not taking your cherry now, don’t worry. Just going to introduce your body to my seed, because it’s the only cum this cunt will ever know. I’m claiming you, and I’ll claim you every day from now on, in one way or another. I have so many things I want to do to you. So many filthy, wonderful things.”

  “I want that. I want you. Us.”

  We are both working ourselves faster, her body starting to tense as her eyes pin to mine.

  “I’m going to give it to you. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you, little Sprite. I’m going to take that cherry of yours and introduce it to its forever. Push my cock into this tight little opening, and you will be mine.”

  Her mouth opens at my words, and her back arches upward. “God, I want you now. I want it inside me. Now.”

  She pushes her body into me, but I draw back, giving her just the tip.

  “Don’t,” I warn. “It’s not time. Think of how good it will be. Think of me fucking you while you play with yourself. Show me how you’re going to cum for me tonight when I’m inside you. Show me now.”

  She’s losing control, and it’s beautiful. Her fingers grind down on her clit as I tighten my grip on my cock, moving faster and faster until she’s frozen still, and her orgasm topples over.

  She gushes on my cock, and I go off with her. I hold the tip to her opening, forcing her body to take the hot jets inside, hoping they find their way to her womb and root me inside of her.

  Lust covers her face as her body jerks and trembles at the orgasm that tears through her.

  She calls out my name on a string of curse words, and white lights spring to my eyes as my muscles tense and the strongest orgasm of my life rushes through me. The surge of pleasure starts in my toes and shakes me to my core.

  It’s so much more than anything I’ve felt before, and I just hope she knows there is no going back for me.

  We are both panting as we come down and I draw my dick back, inch up and cover her with my body until my lips are on hers.

  Kissing her softly, I run my hand around her throat, and feel the pulse beneath my fingers. Then I bring my lips to her ear.

  “You know you are mine. You know I’ll take you whenever I need from now on. You’ll never deny me, will you?”

  She shakes her head. “I won’t. I want you. Forever. As crazy as it is. I do.”

  “Good girl. Now, let’s get your sweet ass showered and dressed. We have a big day ahead of us.”

  Chapter Seven

  Betty

  “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU doing this to me? Do you have to make things harder?” Dennis bangs the heels of his hands on the steering wheel as I stare out the car window on the way to the bank. I can almost hear him grinding his teeth, and I have to say I’m worried.

  “It’s not good for you to get so worked up...maybe we should make an appointment—”

  “That’s what you’re always saying! You always say that! I don’t need a fucking shrink, Betty, I need money. That’s what you were supposed to bring to me. Fuck. Fuck!”

  When I got home, Dennis was sleeping, of course. It took him two hours to get up and moving, even though he had no problem griping at me from his bedroom the entire time before he managed to get himself up and reasonably presentable to go out into the world. I used the time to play with Tornado who had no food or water and nearly tackled me when I’d opened my bedroom door.

  I also did a little sewing on a dress I’ve been working on, and that always calms me. I’d found the fabric on clearance a few months ago but didn’t have the vision of what it would become until last week. It’s a white background with tiny cherry clusters on green stems every few inches.

  The fabric feels luxurious, and I decided a sleeveless sort of wrap dress with a ruffled V neck and hem would be nice. The entire time I’ve worked on the dress, I’ve thought of Roan. If he would like it. If he would think it’s sexy or stupid.

  After last night, I’m pretty sure the sexy would win.

  “Sorry,” I mumble, my stomach in knots as I think about Roan and how I hated lying to him this morning about why I needed to come back home.

  It was more half-truths than outright lies. I told him Dennis had a medical issue, and that I wanted to be with him at his doctor’s appointment. When he offered to come with us, my heart warmed and broke at the same time.

  So, I guess it is true Dennis has medical issues, and there are often appointments to go to. But there are no doctor’s appointments today. Just me, giving him money for ‘bills,’ which somehow keep popping up.

  I hate how intimidated I am by my big brother and wish I could find my backbone, if only for his sake—because I do think he could use a professional’s help here—but I can’t. I just keep hearing my mother’s voice, telling me Dennis is my only family and family sticks together. That he would need me. That it was now my responsibility to take care of him. And as hard as I try, I don’t know if I am.

  “I mean.” Dennis throws a hand up as he speeds around the curved dirt road, making me grip the door handle to stay centered in my seat. “I told you when I texted you at work that I needed the money. And I said about your fucking cat. Now, look at the shit storm we are in. You had to pick last night to run off and not tell me? Let alone not bring me the money you said you would.” He falls silent, then adds his voice is shaking, “We have bills to pay, Betty.”

  He’s so agitated, and I’ve learned over the years that the best reaction to him when he’s in this state is calm, even though inside I’m screaming. But this fee
ls different, he seems scared, which is only adding to my own impending sense of some doom on the horizon.

  “I had a weird night. It all just happened. I can only give you what I make, I can’t pick money from the money tree.”

  “Well, that’s all fine and well, but now we have bigger problems.”

  I knew I would have messages from Dennis this morning when I finally checked my phone. I knew he would be furious. And in a way, I understand. Well, I would if he was furious because he was worried about me.

  But I knew that wasn’t going to be the biggest issue.

  There were ten texts, at first just telling me to come home, but they quickly got increasingly hostile. The one thing I’ve maintained is my separate bank account, even though Dennis insists constantly that I add him to the account, but I know if I did that it would be constantly drained.

  His words are desperate this time. And as he parks at the side lot of the bank, I turn and gather my courage.

  “What do you really need this money for? I know what the rent is, I know the utilities, you keep saying we have all these other ‘bills,’ but you can’t give me any specifics? Well, I want details. What are they? I have a right to know.”

  His face clenches in anger. “You want details? Fuck it, I have debts. I’ve done what I can, but without a job it’s impossible. We need to take care of them together until I can get something else lined up. I told you I’m trying, but some things can’t wait.”

  Balls of heat lodge inside me at the lack of detail in his response. He’s told me literally nothing, and I want to tell him flat out ‘no’, but as the word chokes in my throat I think of Roan and how much I don’t want him to know about this part of my life. How I wish I could help my brother properly instead of just caving to his every request.

  I hate myself for being so scared.

  “What’s your balance?” I hear him bark as he opens the car door and slams it shut.

  I get out and make my way around the front of the Buick. “I’m not exactly sure. Probably like five-hundred.”

  He lets out a disgusted sigh and looks on the verge of tears. “What about your tips from last night?”

  “I told you, I had to leave early.” I tried to maintain my story of being sick and going to Candice’s. But after some grilling, I caved and told him the truth that I was with a guy thinking maybe, just maybe, he would understand and be happy for me.

  I was wrong.

  He shakes his head. “Leave early. Yeah, to go to some guy’s house instead of working, when you know we need the money. And you lied to me about it too, told me you went to Candice’s—”

  “Sorry. I told you it was a—”

  “Weird night. Yeah, I know. Excuses don’t pay the bills.”

  We make our way into the bank, and I withdraw everything except what it takes to keep my account open.

  I’m back in the car when Dennis’s phone rings. He climbs back out of the car, walking in circles around the parking lot and alternating running his hand through his hair and raising it to the sky.

  Watching him, the ball of tension in my stomach is making me sick.

  When he gets back in the car, he doesn’t say anything, just peels out of the lot. I know my brother wouldn’t ever hurt me intentionally, but the way he’s driving makes me wonder if he cares whether the car stays on the road.

  “Where are we going?” I manage, trying to think of some magic words to stop the train wreck I feel coming.

  “I’m sorry. We’re going to meet someone. I tried to avoid this. I need you to do something for me. And not ask a bunch of questions.” He wipes a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”

  “What now?” I feel the hairs on my arms rise, and instead of getting angry like I know I should, the burn of tears spring to my eyes. “What’s going on? Please tell me. I want to help.”

  “I need you to help. Listen, here’s the thing. I’ve been trying to make money. I had a couple big opportunities come to me and I...needed money to make things happen.”

  He speeds around a corner and we start heading out of town. One hand is on the wheel while the other taps nervous fingers against his leg.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Investments.” He half yells. “I needed the money for investments. I was doing it for us, Betty. Trying to make things better for us.”

  Confusion spins in my head. “What kind of investments?”

  “The kind that would get us a better life. Get me back on track. I’m not cut out to work for someone else, Betty, you know that. I’m meant for bigger things, and I had an opportunity. Things didn’t go quite right on that one, so something else came up and I took a chance and borrowed some money to get in the game. It wasn’t my fault. The deal went bad and...”

  “What kind of deal?”

  “It was a sure thing. The guy who set it up said the dealer at the table was friendly, I would end up on top. Only, they set me up, Betty. It was a set up.”

  “You’ve been playing cards again? You promised—”

  “I promised not to gamble. It’s not gambling if it’s a sure thing, is it? It’s an investment.”

  “Jesus.” I feel like I’m about to throw up. The way he’s talking, the way he’s justifying it to himself as well as me. I had no idea things were so bad with him. “How much did you lose?”

  The muscle in Dennis’s jaw hardens.

  “Dennis.” Anger and fear are boiling up and over. “Tell me. It’s my money you lost, tell me how much.”

  “All of it, okay? Everything you gave me for two months.”

  “What about rent? What about the bills? You said you were taking care of everything. I knew I shouldn’t trust you.” I bring my hands to my forehead. “I thought—”

  “Thought what? Your waitress paycheck was going to support us both? Sorry, sis. I tried to fix things. Everyone fucked me over. Now, we have to fix it. You have to help me fix it, or there’s going to be a huge problem...”

  “It’s not my problem, Dennis. It’s yours. Except now my bills aren’t paid, so I guess that is my problem.”

  Roan’s words come back to me. What he said about me staying with him from now on. But I’m not going to burden him with my debts. I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t do it to us. How will I keep this a secret? He told me no secrets, no lies.

  “Where are we going?” I snap.

  “To pay Stan what we have. And...”

  “Stan.” My head is starting to spin. “And what?”

  “We have a way out of it, Betty. It’s easy. Obviously, I wish I could do it all by myself, but I can’t. You just have to play along, okay? That’s all. Easy. Just play along, and this will all go away. What happened in the restaurant last night, he just told me about that. That fucked us even more.”

  Dennis proceeds to tell me what is going to happen. My stomach turns over on itself.

  “Come on, it won’t be that bad. He just wants to make a point. You humiliated him. It will get us out of this, Betty. If you don’t, he’ll hurt me. Like, really hurt me. You understand what I’m saying, right?”

  “God, you can be such an ass,” I mutter. I’m on the verge of tears, but whether they’re angry tears or frightened tears or frustrated tears, I’m not even sure. How could he do this to me? “Just get us there and let’s get this over with.”

  “Thank y—”

  “Just drive. Don’t talk to me.” I reach into my purse and look at my phone. There’s a text from Roan.

  Roan: I can’t stop thinking about you, baby. I hope your brother’s appointments are going well. Message me when you have a break. I can’t wait for tonight. I’ll pick you up at three, remember, with a bag packed. We will figure it out from there.

  It’s already two o’clock, and my head spins as I try to figure out a way out of all this and be home by three. But there’s nothing. I should just walk away. This is his mess, let him figure it out, let him take a beating if that’s what it takes. Maybe it’s the lesson he needs.

>   But then my gut clenches and I realize it would hurt me too, knowing I could have done something about it...

  He’s my brother, and although he should be the one protecting me, I can’t let anything happen to him.

  Thirty minutes later I’m standing in a bedroom at a rundown house outside of town. Laid out on the bed is a black latex dress, six-inch black heels, a ball gag. When we got here, one of the first things Stan did was take my purse. He rooted through it until he found my cell phone and stuffed it down into his pants pocket, saying he would give it back to me when our deal was complete.

  No white knights riding in to save you today, princess.

  From the other side of the door, Dennis’s voice comes through.

  “Are you dressed yet?”

  I press the heels of my hands into my eye sockets. I can’t believe this is happening and isn’t just some bizarre nightmare. “No.”

  “Just put it on. It will be fifteen minutes out of your life, and this will all go away. He said he won’t touch you. I won’t let any of them touch you, you know that. Just put it on, Betty. It will save us both.”

  My entire body is shaking. Stan is in the living room, along with about ten other guys. The deal he offered to clear Dennis’s debt is me dressed up in this outfit—if you can even call it that—and dancing for the group.

  Two songs. If I dance the entire time, the debt is cleared.

  I can still hear Stan’s voice as I strip my clothes and put on the stretchy latex. Then the shoes. I can’t bring myself to put the gag in my mouth, so it dangles in my hand as I take a deep breath. Bile tickles the back of my throat as I look to the ceiling and say a little prayer. I’m shaking as my hand grasps the doorknob, my mind ping-ponging from what is about to happen and what Roan must be thinking, and I open the door to see my brother there, looking anxious.

  How am I going to explain this to Roan...

  “Come on.” Dennis’s face is tight, irritation flaming in his eyes as I open the door and step out. “You have to put that in your mouth.” He grabs the ball gag from my hand as we walk down the short hall toward the room where they are waiting.