Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 15

Ryan

I'm sitting against the headboard of my bed while Blaze is lying at the foot. We’re usually at his place, but since no one's at my house, we decided to hang here. I'm still fuming at Layla's actions and it's pissing me off more that she's not home for me to punish her. Blaze takes my foot and starts massaging it, using his thumb to put pressure on the bottom of my foot.

“Shit, that feels good.” I sigh. I close my eyes and scoot further down on the bed so I can relax.

“Yeah…you need to relax.” Blaze says as he kisses my ankle and makes his way up my leg, placing light kisses on my calf, then my knee, and on the inside of my thigh. When I open my eyes, Blaze is hovering over me.

“Uhh, can I help you?” I giggle.

“I want to ask you something, but I know you've been in a bad mood. I don't want to piss you off even more, but I've been meaning to ask,” he says softly. I can feel my palms already start to sweat. He's never hesitated to say what’s on his mind, so why the hell start now?

“What's really going on with you and Layla?” he questions.

“Nothing, what are you talking about?” I play innocent.

“Really? It’s too late to play dumb with me. Especially with what you did with her in that shed. With everything that’s been happening lately, I didn’t want to bring it up yet, but I’m your best friend and I want answers.” Blaze won’t break eye contact as he waits for my answer. Internally groaning, I find his stare.

“I seriously have no idea what youre talking about.” I deadpan. I see the tinge of aggravation and hurt showing on his face because he knows I’m lying.

“Ry, quit it. I see the way you look at her and how you’re all of a sudden protective over her, even when you try to come off as a bitch. You know I will always have your back and I'm down to do whatever for you, but you clearly used me that night to get under her skin. Unless she has a crush on me, but we both know she doesn't. I'm going with the latter on this one.” His eyes are soft, but his jaw clenches.

Getting irritated, I sit back up and Blaze follows suit. We’re both sitting cross legged, staring at each other. He stares me down until I finally give in.

“I really don't know how to explain it. I thought I hated her, but since school started my feelings shifted. I tried to ignore it or put it off as me losing my mind, but it’s different with her, Blaze.” I’m staring at my twirling thumbs.

“Do your parents know?” he asks. I scoff at his question.

“Of course not; nobody fucking knows. I don't know what I’m feeling, I can’t tell anyone.” I say in a slight panic. Blaze fiddles with the leather bracelet on his wrist, avoiding my eyes.

“So, I guess what I admitted to you the other day was unnecessary,” he says. I hear the heartbreak in his voice. I fucking hate myself for it.

I crawl into his lap. Nestling my ass in his folded legs, I grab his face with both my hands. “Blaze, you’re my best fucking friend and I’m the luckiest girl in the world. You left me speechless.” I admit.

“It's fine…” Blaze shakes his head, still refusing to meet my eyes with his.

“Listen to me!” I put a small amount of pressure on his face, forcing him to look at me. “Yes, I was speechless. Yes, I'm still speechless. We have been through every second of life together. The good, the bad, the ugly. I can’t predict the future, but I promise you, as long as I'm here on this earth breathing, you will always have me.” I pull Blaze's face to mine and place a soft kiss on his lips.

Tangling my hands in his hair, our kiss quickly gets deeper. Blaze works his lips on my neck, while I grind on him. My dress is bunched around my waist and I can feel his erection underneath his sweats. Blaze grips my sides and throws me back onto my pillows. Kneeling on my bed, he pulls his pullover off and slips out of his sweats. He’s sitting on his heels in only his pink boxers. I can’t stop the snort and a giggle that leaves my mouth.

Blaze cocks his eyebrow at me.

“Something funny, princess?” he asks.

“I never knew that pink was one of your colors.” I smirk.

“Oh, I'll show you my color, baby…” he retorts. Blaze takes my legs and flips me over so I'm lying flat on my stomach. I look back at him to ask something, but Blaze speaks up as his hands knead and rub my ass cheeks.

“The color red this ass is going to turn when I’m done spanking it, is definitely one of my colors. It goes really well with my dick deep inside this pink pussy. Don't you think, baby?”

With that, Blaze rips my purple lace panties in half, allowing them to fall from my body.

Smack!

I let out a groan and I’m getting wet.

Smack!

Blaze massages the sting away with his hands, right before he—

Smack!

“You like that, Ry? I can see your pussy dripping from up here.” Blaze slides his middle finger in my slit, then holds the coated digit to my mouth.

“Suck,” he demands. One word. I suck his finger into my mouth and lick my arousal off. As soon as I release Blaze's finger, his hand comes d0wn on me again.

Smack!

“That's for lying to me,” he growls.

Smack!

“And that's because you deserve it.” Fire shoots up my backside from how hard he hit me, making me squirm even more for him. “Have you been a good girl lately, princess?” Blaze asks as he shoves two fingers into my pussy. I gasp at the unexpected entrance. “I asked you a question.”

Smack!

“Y-yes,” I stutter. The sting returning full force. Blaze takes me by my hair so my back is pressed against his chest. His fingers still fuck me while his other hand releases my strands to curl around my neck as his lips brush against my ears.

“Don't lie to me, baby. Have you been a good girl?” he whispers.

“No,” I moan as I feel his digits rubbing against my walls, my pussy clenching around them. Blaze applies pressure to my neck. “No, what?” “No, Daddy.” I answer.

Smack!

Blaze slaps my ass again and yanks his fingers out as he pushes me back down.“I'm gonna punish you, princess. I promise to make it feel real good.” Blaze says as he moves behind me. The cool air hit my second set of lips when he removed his hand. In the next second, I hear another smack and the burn ignites my cunt from Blaze's slap

“Fuck, Blaze.” I moan. He doesn't say anything in return as the tip of his tongue teases my entrance. He slides it up my slit until he reaches my clit and lightly nibbles before sucking it into his mouth. He's edging me more than he ever has before. I can't help but think he's using sex to take his aggravation out on me, but I'm willing to take it. Blaze slowly starts fucking me with his fingers again, curling it up to hit my g-spot. I can feel the orgasm building and I'm craving the release. He’s picking up the pace, fucking me, sucking my clit into his mouth and lapping it with his tongue. I'm on the verge of coming when Blaze rips his finger and tongue away from me.

“Motherfucker!” I yell. Blaze flips me onto my back and lets out a low laugh.

“Oh, you don't get to come yet, princess. You have to earn it.” My pussy clenches at his authoritative words.

“Please, Daddy. I just want to come on your tongue.” I bat my eyelashes at him. Blaze bites his lips and tightens his hands into fists. He slowly drags down his pink boxers, steps back, and sits in my computer chair. The corner of his mouth lifts; he's enjoying teasing me. He fists himself and gives it a few strokes before it's at full attention. Precum beads at his tip and I just want a taste. I can't stop myself from licking my top lip. Blaze crooks his finger at me, telling me to go to him. Jumping off the bed, I start to walk toward him. Blaze shakes his head, stopping me in my tracks.

“Take off your dress and bra,” he demands. I take the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. Unhooking my purple lace bra from the back, I let it fall to the floor. I take a step toward Blaze, but he stops me again.

“Crawl,” he states, pointing an index finger toward the floor as he strokes all nine inches of his beautiful cock with his other hand, and leaning back in the chair like a fucking god.

Usually, nobody gets away with talking to me like this, but I dont have the urge in me to fight back like I usually do. I drop to my hands and knees, and crawl to him as gracefully as I can. I’m clumsy as fuck—the fact I haven’t face planted is a miracle in itself. As soon as I'm at his feet, I look into his eyes. Blaze bites his lower lip and leans in toward me.

“Good girl,” he says, then takes my chin and guides my mouth to his. Before we get lost in our kiss, he pulls away and sits back. He lets go of his cock and nods toward it.

I stroke his length while I suck the tip. I lap up the precum, savoring the taste before I swallow. Lifting my head, I spit on his cock and slide my fist from top to bottom, coating his length in my saliva. My tongue moves down his shaft to his balls, making sure to give each one attention. Starting slowly at first, I take him into my mouth, then I gain rhythm. Blaze laces his hand into my hair and pulls, applying just enough pressure to cause a slight sting of pain.

“I know you can handle more than that, princess…” Blaze groans as he shoves my head down until he meets the back of my throat. My eyes water from the intrusion, drool drips from my mouth, and my pussy is a waterfall. Blaze fucks my mouth until his cock pulsing, telling me he’s getting close. Suddenly, he yanks my head back and stands up.

He picks me up and I swing my legs around his waist, his erection nestled in the slit of my pussy. Throwing my arms around him, Blaze pinches one of my nipples as his mouth devours mine. He's in full dominant mode.

“Mmmm, Blaze.” I whimper in his mouth. He's never had me so turned on in my life. His length jerks at the sound of my voice as he walks us to my bed and lays me down.

“Spread’em, baby,” Blaze says, staring down at me like I'm the last piece of pie. I spread my legs and start touching myself. I will die if I don't get some relief soon, but Blaze smacks my hand away. He crawls on top of me, giving me another hand necklace. “Do you think you're in control? You come when I say you can.” Blaze’s lips attack my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. He sucks at my nipples, switching from left to right. My body is burning with desire.

He kisses between my thighs, biting my tender flesh and then going after the other. I jerk when he takes my clit into his mouth and his fingers work inside my pussy. My arousal is sliding down my leg and he licks it up.

“Fuck, Blaze…that feels so good.” I moan, tangling my hands in his hair. My orgasm is creeping in and I start to contract, but he pulls away from me again. “You fucking bastard!” I groan, dropping my fists on the bed. I don't know how much more I can take. Blaze crawls on top of me and hovers.

“If you're going to come, it's gonna be all over my cock, princess,” Blaze says against my lips as he plunges into me, making me gasp.

“Fuck…Yes, right there!” I moan loudly. His rhythm is punishing and unforgiving. Taking his hand, I guide it to my neck. “Choke me, Daddy. Please. I need you to choke me.” I whisper.

“Are you going to lie to me again?” Blaze asks, with heat and desire in his eyes. He finally wraps his hand around my neck and applies enough pressure that I start to see black. I'm floating in a world of bliss. “I asked you a question, princess. Are you going to fucking lie to me again?” Blaze asks between his teeth. I shake my head.

“No, never again. I promise.” I groan. His thrusts get faster, harder.

“Fuck, baby. I'm about to come inside of you, Ryan,” Blaze groans in my ear. As soon as the words leave his mouth, I fall off the edge, coming all over him. I feel hot ropes of cum coat my walls as we come together in an orgasmic paradise. Blaze falls beside me, pulling me to curl against his body.

“Fuck, Blaze…” I whisper, nuzzling his neck.

“I know,” he says and places a gentle kiss on the crown of my head. Feeling too tired to move, Blaze preps a warm, wet rag from the bathroom for me. He cleans the mess we made between my legs and I let out a peaceful sigh. Ladies, if your man won't do it, your best friend probably will.

As Blaze gets comfy in bed, I hear the front door slam. Sitting up in unison, we look at each other confused.

“Ryan, get your ass down here right now!” My dad yells from downstairs. What the hell is he doing at home already?

“Shit!” I panic. Grabbing my dress, I throw it back on as Blaze starts pulling his own clothes back on. I watch him pocket my shredded underwear and quirk an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can't use them anymore,” he shrugs, smiling mischievously at me. I scoff and run down the stairs.

“Dad?” I call out.

“In here!” he growls from the kitchen.

Once I enter, I notice the whiskey already sitting on the counter and my dad throwing back a shot. Nervously, I enter as he turns around to face me. He looks at my short mini dress and scowls at me.

“Always dressed like a fucking slut and with the size of your body? You really think that's a wise decision?” The hateful look of disgust is a permanent feature on his face when it comes to me.

“I'm just wearing a dress, Dad…” I say calmly. He must've had a really bad day at work. I usually dodge his mood swings with school, but since we were released early today, here I am. I'm sure he received an email saying we were dismissed, so I’m his target practice.

“You look like a fat fucking slut. Especially with that nasty hickey you're sporting on your neck. Who the fuck would touch you? What would your mother say?”

My mom died when I was five-years-old and his drinking started shortly after. She was robbed walking to her car from work, and was killed on sight. Before the ambulance could get to her, she’d bled out. I can't remember much about her, but what I do remember is she was always good to me and loved me fiercely. For my father to bring her up like this is a bullet to the chest.

“My mother would never talk to me the way you do,” I growl. The stairs creak, Blaze is listening nearby.

“What the fuck would you know about your mother?” my father mocks. The tears instantly spring in my eyes. “What a fucking shame! What did I ever do to deserve a stupid bitch of a daughter like you?” he growls.

“Shut the fuck up!” I shout.

Slap!

There’s ringing in my ear, the pain is radiating on my cheek. I look up at my father, refusing to let the tears fall. “You're a sorry piece of shit, you know that?!” I scream.

His face goes red and before he can hit me again, a hand wraps around his wrist mid-air. Blaze glaring at my father. If looks could kill, my father would be gone. A part of me hates how badly I wish it could be real.

“If you ever lay another hand on her, I'll bury you for the maggots and worms to eat, motherfucker.” Blaze’s jaw is clenched, his body tense. My father’s face goes slack and he stumbles back to his whiskey when Blaze lets him go. Blaze picks me up bridal style and carries me out of the house. I let the tears fall into his shoulder. This isn't the first time my father’s hit me, but I've been getting good at avoiding it and hiding it when he does hit me. This is the first time Blaze has witnessed it, yet another thing he’ll realize I’ve been hiding from him.

“No ones ever going to hurt you again, baby.” Blaze kisses the top of my head. Blaze piles me in his Jeep, buckles me in, and we head toward his house.

I change into his shirt and sweats. I need a piece of him wrapped around me as it never fails to bring me comfort. Blaze pulls me into a hug and I wrap my arms around him, inhaling his scent.

“I'm so sorry I wasn't fast enough, Ry.” His eyes are sad. I swallow the lump in my throat.

“It's okay. I'm used to it. I'm sure it won't be the last either. At least you were there this time.” A tear falls from my eye. Leaning back a little, Blaze grabs my face in his hands, forcing my head to look up at him. I see the anger and hurt there.

“Ryan, you’re saying this has happened before?!” he clenches his teeth, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “I meant what I said. If he ever lays another goddamn finger on you again, I will kill him. No one is ever going to hurt you.” His voice is firm, his eyes are searching mine. I nod my head and he wipes the tears off my face.

“Let's get some rest, princess.” Blaze helps me into bed and cuddles up behind me, rubbing my sides and planting small kisses at the back of my head. Before I know it, I’m dozing off in the safety of his arms.