#& 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 : AIYLA ÇEVIK

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closed starter: @sugcrbites !!

ever since she was a little girl, aiyla dreamed of taking piano lessons. it wasn't a luxury her single mother of two could afford back then. now, her mother was happily remarried to a man that could provide such luxuries; the bonus being that they didn't even have to hire someone as he had offered to teach her himself. it had only been a few months but, aiyla was starting to get the hang of it. she could read sheet music well, and match notes to keys, and was slowly learning when to press the sustain pedal... but, in that time, aiyla had also learned that her step-father was a very hands on teacher. the brunette would never admit it, but every time his fingers grazed hers it gave aiyla these almost nauseating butterflies. she also tried desperately to ignore the way his thigh resting against hers made her mind go fuzzy, or how the tone of his voice when he complimented her would send warmth pooling between her legs.... but aiyla always believed that it was just nerves. the driving and incredible need to impress him and make him proud.

❛ did that sound right ?? ❜ she inquired gently, hesitating to carry on until he had approved what she had played thus far, insecurity swelling in her stomach. doe eyes turned to look up at his face, which was incredibly near hers, the smell of his cologne so deliciously pungent it made her nose wrinkle. she could feel the warmth of his hand grazing the bare skin of her thigh but ... she willed herself not to draw attention to it, trying to focus instead on the task at hand. ❛ i dont... i don't know if that sounded right... ❜

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she shivered feeling his touch, hearing his words, her breaths growing increasingly desperate as her lungs screamed for oxygen and her mind pleaded with her to kick him out and burrow herself beneath the covers — bask in her shame, her infidelity, her impurity . . . she silently obeyed, incapable of forming words, trying to stretch her fingers as he instructed — but suddenly, she felt more full, yelping like a struck animal as he slid his own finger inside along with hers. aiyla whined, her hips bucking, the massaging of her inner walls enough for black spots to cloud her version. " h-henrik . . henrik , i'm - oh my god. . . " everything was still so sensitive from the last two times she had came, not long before now, and so all it took was his vulgar compliment and the perfect curl of her own fingers for the younger çevik to find herself crumpling over the edge. her spine fell back to the mattress, immediately arching right off of it, her thighs clamping shut around their collective wrists as she felt the pulse of her cunt around her own fingers; mouth agape as she released a provocative sound from swollen, parted lips.

Even though he asked, Henrik didn't need her to answer. He could hear quite clearly how wet she was, the sound of her pussy addictive and tempting. How he wanted his cock to be the reason for those sounds...all in good time. "Two, two is a good start." The man nodded, watching as her fingers appeared and disappeared into her cunt and this time when he reached out, he ran his index finger through the slick that was sliding out of her coating his skin with it. "Stretch yourself out more, Aiyla, spread your fingers as you fuck yourself with them." He practically growled, lifting his head to watch her for a moment as he pressed his lips against her inner thigh. He'd never been a very good teacher at anything, he didn't have the patience for it, but this was different. This would be worth it for him in a way that teaching a rookie on the team wasn't. After a moment or two, honestly he couldn't be sure how long it was considering how impatient he was, Henrik slid his finger into her cunt along with hers, watching her like a hawk to see how she'd react, smirking as he sunk it deeper and deeper until he could press it against her g-spot, massaging the spongey part of her as his cock twitched and came back to life. "Your cunt looks so nice like this, fucking hell."

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if the humiliation wasn't enough, the fact she could hardly keep the bile rising in her throat down made this just as unbearable. aiyla tried to push any reminder of what she was actually doing to back of her mind, enough so that she could get through it without vomiting, but it was incredibly difficult with the sounds that continued to swell around her and bring her right back to the present; laughter, ridicule, mockery. aiyla was a performer, so it wasn't the audience that scared her. instead, it was the nature of their intent; nefarious and cruel, with the objective being to make her feel worthless. unfortunately, it was working, and at this point — aiyla felt like she equated to nothing more than the rotten, wooden floorboards beneath her; a surface to be walked on. she knew this was part of the process, breaking her down until she was nothing but a brainless drone who did anything and everything he asked without restraint.... but, unfortunately for aiyla, she wasn't there yet. right now, she felt every ounce of boiling hot hatred pulsing through her, trying to manifest itself into resistance, but being snuffed out anytime it flickered above the surface.

when the boot was lifted off her back and the weighted presence of his men seemed to relax, aiyla thought she had done a sufficient job and would be given some kind of reprieve. water felt like a tall ask but, a gulp of fresh air that wasn't polluted with dirt or debris would ease the tightness of her chest and, hopefully, settle the nausea swelling in her stomach. alas, it never came, and instead, aiyla was shrieking as her head was once more yanked up; lips swollen and face puffy, spit dampening her chin as she had tried her best not to swallow whatever it was that was caked onto his boots. ❛ i'm — i'm sorry, ❜ aiyla attempted to squeak in reply, her throat clamping shut as the awkward angle made her windpipe feel as if it were about to snap. her cries, though they had never ceased, once more began shaking her entire body, making her bones practically rattle beneath her skin.

slave. the word stung more than any other insult he could have hurled at her, and in this short period of time she had quickly learned there were many. moisture came rolling hot down her cheeks once more, sobbing hysterically against the leather of his boot as she was once more smushed against it, tears dripping onto the toe of it and seasoning the leather with salt and humility amongst all else. aiyla tried again, desperate to appease him at this point just for the sole purpose of getting the action over with, but she kept stopping every couple of seconds to gasp for breath, to swallow the contents of her stomach whenever they rose up into her throat, and to croak out a plea usually encompassed by a hard, chest-tightening sob.

They always had pride at first, the new ones. It was the thrill of breaking that pride apart that caused Luke to take on his own little projects every once in a while. And given the circumstances surrounding this one's demotion if you will, she was a shoe in for that one available and surely highly... coveted spot. Life in a settlement like this one was peaceful for the most part, which suited most people well after months and months on the run, on high alert, on edge, but Luke was of a different breed. He got... bored instead. So he'd found ways to entertain himself, to keep things interesting, to sate that innate need for blood, violence, cruelty.

"Better," he acknowledged roughly when Aiyla finally did as she was told and ran her tongue over the surface of his boot. He nodded his head at the men above her, causing them to step back - the boot on her back finally lifting. He watched her with a cold smile on his lips, a hint of cruel satisfaction in his dark eyes surfacing when she gagged and sputtered at the taste. She was a mess of tears, face red and swollen as she sobbed and begged beneath his firm gaze, and it was such a fucking thrill. But when saliva dripped onto his boot from the hysterical female's open mouth, he licked his lips and tilted his head, his features hardening. "Fucking useless," he all but growled at her.

Then - without warning - he twisted his hand in her hair, forcing her head to tilt. "You're supposed to be cleaning my boots, you worthless whore. What do you call this shit, huh?" He pointed at the offensive substance, making sure the issue really sunk in. Then, using her face as a makeshift cloth, Luke wiped the drool off on her cheek before pushing her mouth back against the leather. "My patience is wearing thin, slave." He warned her then, the timbre of his voice downright ominous.

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pink tongue poked from between glossed lips to slide along the lower one, drawing it between her teeth as she looked at mario and quietly shook her head. ❛ n-no . . . of course not, it's just — ❜ she inhaled deep through her nostrils, balling her fists at her side and then flexing her fingers — as if trying to pull the words to express what she was feeling out of thin air. as he kept speaking, a guilt pooled in her stomach and a warmth rose to darken her cheeks as she looked to his lap. his men moved around the room, not speaking, but aiyla could feel the weight of their boots each time they stepped and felt the burn of their gaze on her skin. knowing better than to deny him, the brunette took the few tentative steps required to close the distance between them, eyes lifting to meet mario's before she slowly moved to sit on his thigh, brushing the palms of her hand along her skirt to smooth the fabric as his warmth and scent completely overpowered her. ❛ i'm sorry, i- i didn't mean to question you, ❜ she apologized softly, leaning into him so she wasn't sitting so stiff. ❛ you do make me feel good it's just . . . i don't know. ❜

"You got a problem letting everyone know you're mine, Aiyla?" Mariano licked his lips and raised his eyebrow at her. His tattooed hand briefly covering his mouth. "I want you on my lap, what's so wrong about me enjoying it once you are? You know I make you feel good every time, don't I?" Mario snickered at the comment, leaning back on the couch as various members of La Fuerza moved around the room. "Come sit on my lap like the good girl I know you can be." While he didn't appreciate being questioned, she was also the only person he'd even make a suggestion with rather than a demand. While Mario kept a stoney expression for all things related to the cartel, Aiyla was in a way his weakness and the Queen because no one would dare touch what was his.

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her face wrinkled, as if she was more upset by the fact he was accusing her of being a liar than she were about the entire situation itself. she should have come up here alone. the couch was already enough — what had happened between them in the living room. guilt was swirling in her stomach just as much as arousal was, a soft sigh pushing past her lips as she brushed her clit just right, muscles in her legs momentarily tensing as she melted a bit deeper into the mattress. horror struck her expression when he crawled a top her mattress, watching dumbfounded as he took her hand and sucked her arousal off of her fingers, blinking like a deer in the headlights before he was guiding them back. a whine left her lips, head rolling back, feeling the tightness of herself around unsure fingers as he encouraged them deeper into her center. " g-god . . . uh . . t-two," she panted, lifting herself up a bit by propping her hand behind her. despite her tightness, there was little to no resistance, her walls so honey-slicked her fingers slid deep inside her with ease. her breathing picked up pace, inhales growing shallow as she tried to find the words. she could feel it dripping out of her, her entire cunt damp with desire. " so wet , henrik , " she finally answered, the words strained , as if she were sampling a foreign language on her tongue.

"I know you said that, I know...but you can't blame me for thinking you might have been embarrassed and lied about it." Henrik pointed out, surprised he was able to put together a coherent sentence with the view right in front of him. "A hairbrush?" He almost snorted at that, shaking his head at the naiveté. "A hairbrush isn't going to do much, Aiyla, that's barely any stretch." Seeing the hairbrush in question wasn't even necessary, there wasn't one in the world that would have been as good as an actual toy or the real thing. Thank fuck he was here. "Well, like I said, I'm here to help. I'm going to show you what you've been missing." His voice lowered as he finally climbed onto the mattress, moving until his face was between her thighs, but not too close, not yet. He was still just watching, letting her get herself off but he was impatient at his core. Reaching out, Henrik took her hand and placed her fingers in his mouth before returning them to her entrance and slowly pushing them inside of her. "There you go, baby, tell me how wet you are." Not that he couldn't see, or hear, for himself. "How many fingers have you used at once before?"

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her hands were so much different than his; delicate and inexperienced, trembling as she rolled the pads against her aching heat, feeling the slickness and shivering as the draft made it feel like her hands were made of ice. aiyla noticed him move in her peripheral, coming closer, but she scrunched her face and curled sock-clad toes into her white comforter as she swirled pointer and middle against her clit. henrik's words came like a knife slicing through paper, sharp and piercing as they penetrated the silence save for her midnight sighs and the sound of her pulse fluttering in her ears. " w-what ?? no i don't . . . i don't have any toys , " she reminded him, words pinched as she dipped her fingers down towards her entrance, unintentionally taunting herself as her hips rolled forward to meet her own movements. her eyes opened to cast a glance over her shoulder at her nightstand, face burnt scarlet, lungs struggling to find enough air to keep her from getting lightheaded. " i just - i mean . . . i have a hairbrush but . . . but that's it . . . "

As Aiyla climbed onto her bed, there was a moment when Henrik remembered her brother, and his best friend, was still in the house but he knew that he was deep asleep at this point. Considering how much he'd smoked earlier, there was hardly a chance that he would wake up before morning. His pupils were completely blown out as he watched her drag her fingers through her folds, remembering vividly how wet she was when he'd been the one between her thighs. But he stayed back to enjoy the view. You were only handed moments like this so often in life and Henrik was not going to waste it even though his mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting her again, of getting her to the edge and over it. There was nothing he liked more than being the reason for someone's pleasure especially if he could hold it over them later...which, of course, he absolutely would in this case. He took his time walking over, step after slow agonizing step, his eyes never lifting from her slick cunt, growling at the sight. But no. No...not yet. He paused at the edge of the mattress, tilting his head as he towered over her. "You just use your fingers, or do you have a favorite toy to fuck?"

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aiyla craned her neck, responding almost intuitively to the movements of his mouth, fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt so tightly her knuckles were bleached. a pitched sigh left her in response to his words, guilty thick in her throat as her abdomen clenched at the prospect — at the mere idea . . . she could feel how sensitive was, her clit pulsing with its own heartbeat as if trying to speak to him in morse code. shame and bashfulness stained her face, skin so flush it were a miracle she hadn't spiked a fever. henrik's hand sliding between her aching thighs, complimented by a very astute observation, aiyla gasped, sinking her hips into his hold, the room around her feeling like it was spinning. he was just trying to help . . . her do what, exactly ?? she wasn't entirely sure, but there was no time to ask questions because he was stepping away, that deviant grin ever present on his handsome features. at the loss of his body weight, aiyla crumbled a bit, hands moving to clutch at her own heart. gaze flickered to her nightstand, to the drawer in which she knew a hairbrush she had. . . experimented with resided. gaze found his again before slowly moving towards her bed, her feet somehow managing to carry her there as she crawled atop the mattress. turning to face him, aiyla scooted back, fabric of her skirt crumpling at her waist as she got comfortable, knees pressed together. " i- uh . . . i usually . . . " aiyla frowned at her stammer, rolling her lips together as she averted her eyes downwards, finally moving her knees apart and trying to pretend he wasn't watching. pointer and middle trembled as she moved them towards her center, sucking in a sharp breath as she very gingerly dragged them up and through her wickedly slick folds. aiyla's head instinctively fell back, hips twitching once her touch rolled over the achingly swollen and violently sensitive bud of her clit, a squeak resonating in her throat.

"I want," he started, lips moving hungrily over the skin of her throat, feeling the flush that spread over her skin, "to see what you like. I want you to show me what gets you off, Aiyla, and then do it even better than you can." And there was no doubt in his mind that he'd be able to. Anything she could do with her virgin mindset when it came to sex; he could do a hundred times over and now that the idea was in his mind, there was no way Henrik was going to leave her bedroom without making her cum at least one more time. It had been so addicting to hear her unravel the way she had, and he'd barely done anything at all. Her boyfriend really was an idiot after all, how fucking embarrassing for him. "And don't even try to tell me that you haven't. I saw how wet you were for me after touching you just once. Fuck, you've got to be so wound up all the time," he breathed, hand sliding between her thighs and feeling the heat radiating between them. "I'm just trying to help." Now that was a load of shit. Sure, it would help her all things considered, but this was about him. This was about Henrik getting what he wanted. His lips stretched into a grin when she finally nodded, pulling back completely to give her room. "Get whatever you need, I can wait."

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❛ shut up, ❜ aiyla huffed, still trying to catch her breath, salt still clinging to her throat as she swallowed hard to try and ease the stickiness clinging to the back of her tongue. her room was a security blanket; the idea of her brother waking up and walking out to find them enough to send her spiraling despite all that had already transpired. gripping his hand, aiyla practically tugged him up the stairs, moving swiftly towards her bedroom door and casting him a glance over her shoulder once her other hand had found the handle. realizing now she had never had a man in her room, not even her boyfriend ( who she was still trying heavily to forget about in this moment ) and a momentary hesitation overcame her. then, pressing her lips together, she opened the door and urged him inside. once henrik had walked past, ailya turned to shut the door, then turned to press her spine against it as her fingers twisted the lock into place. looking up at him, face plastered with humiliation and still aglow from her orgasms, swollen lips parted to speak, but once more shut as she took a moment to catch her breath. ❛ i... i don't have any toys, ❜ she admitted quietly, the tips of her ears going hot. if you counted the handle of a hairbrush as a toy, then sure — she had toys but... none of what he was probably thinking of. ❛ — and i've never... i haven't... ❜ swallowing, she moved her eyes away; ❛ elliot wanted to wait until we were married. ❜

"All of the above?" He grinned, chuckling at how eager she was even looking the way she was, so disheveled with her mascara smudged from her tears. Pulling his pants back up around his hips, Henrik happily followed her as her hand held onto his, Aiyla leading the way out of the living room and upstairs. There was no way he could have seen this going so well, his cockiness the only reason he had said anything at all when Taner had left the room. He had wanted to see her blush, see the way she reacted to him being so blunt and now, well, he certainly didn't regret it. Not with how tight her cunt was around his fingers and how your lips had felt around his cock. Originally, Henrik had only been teasing when he mentioned toys but considering how she was dragging him back to her room, he was thrilled he'd brought it up. Now things were going to get interesting. He had to wonder if Aiyla's boyfriend had ever played with her life this but with how she'd reacted to his touch, how she'd come undone like that? Henrik felt like he already had his answer.

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wiping at her lips and chin with the sleeve of her cardigan, aiyla writhed in the silence that followed her question, face deeply flushed as he came down from the high she had brought him too. god it felt... it felt so good to know she had done that right. her eyes widened, almost seeming to glitter at the reassurance, unable to stop the corners of her swollen petals from quirking upwards as henrik praised her. teeth found her lower lip, though, once the vulgar language started coming from him again — an almost pornographic moan sounding from the brunette. he was right, unfortunately; aiyla could feel her heart beat between her thighs, her pussy practically pulsing with need. ❛ oh my god, henrik, please... ❜ she pleaded, cardigan swaddled hands coming up to cover her face, an effort to shield just how flustered his words were making her as her thighs were practically glued together. taking a deep breath, her gaze shifted over towards the staircase, chewing on the corner of her lip thoughtfully before brown hues shifted back in the man's direction. ❛ what if ... what if i said all of the above ?? ❜ she breathed, figuring that there was no going back now. finding the strength to push herself to her feet, the distance between them so minimal her chest brushed his as she rose. ❛ c'mon, ❜ aiyla whispered, slipping past him, but stopping to brush her fingers along his forearm before grabbing his hand. then, she made haste towards the stairs that led up to her room; thankful her brother and her lived on separate floors of the house.

It took a few solid moments for Henrik to regain his composure, slowly pulling his hips back to let his cock slip out from her lips, hissing at the cool air of the room hitting his saliva-covered skin. Grinning at her, he reached out to place his fingers under her chin, tilting her head back further and forcing her to keep her eyes on him. "That was great, baby. You did such a good job." He didn't need to see her cunt to know what his praise was doing to her; he already knew how wet she must have been after that performance, and he was ready to keep going. To get between her thighs in a way he'd been fantasizing about for years. "I bet your cunt aches so badly right now for something to be in it, anything at all. My fingers, my tongue...some toys you have hidden away in your room?" His voice lowered to a growl as he stepped in closer to Aiyla, cock already stirring again at the thought of her using a dildo on herself, imagining her lying in bed touching herself as she fucks that tight little pussy with it. "Or do you want my cock, Aiyla? Tell me what you want, and you can have it. I'll even let you ride me if you want. I want you to have a good time - make you remember it."

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wrong. everything about this was WRONG. . . but aiyla found it growing harder and harder to care with how electric her body felt right now. a hot sensation was pooling in her abdomen in response to every word, every touch, every breath from her step-father. anthony was usually such a well-spoken, classy man . . . at least, she had always thought so. he was polite, chivalrous, nurturing. so, hearing these vulgar words and sharp-tongued cuss words coming from his lips felt so foreign to her — a side of him she had never seen but one she was quickly growing to like. her cunt fluttered as he ground his heel against her clit, the sensitive bud pulsing with its own heart beat as she scrunched her nose and softly moaned in response to how good it felt. a groan sounded in reply to his questions, words muddled in her mouth and incapable of being enunciated. aiyla had never thought of her step-father like this but, now that she had, she wasn't confident she'd never be able to stop.

the warmth of his lips ghosting her own was enough to make them slightly pucker, a desperation to taste him that felt insatiable. all consuming. aiyla's eyes fluttered open as he spoke, grip on her chin adjusting as her head was angled up to face his. swallowing hard, she nodded against his hold on her face, skin hot and enflamed from a shyness that was devouring her. clearing her throat, aiyla did as she said, slowly swinging her legs around the bench so she was on the opposite side, gaze moving from anthony's down to her lap as anxious and trembling fingers twisted the fabric of her skirt between them. not looking at him, aiyla allowed her eyes to shut, scrunching her nose as she obeyed and very slowly spread her knees apart. sock-clad toes pressed into the hardwood beneath her, the frills decorating them tickling her skin as a chill raced up her spine. ❛ like. . . like this ?? ❜

by his own admission he'd spent far too long lusting after the young woman beside him, her quiet nature and her obvious beauty had drawn him in since their first encounter. but it had been a forcefully pushed thought to the back of his mind ; he was married, happily so. yet he still yearned for aiyla regardless. there was nothing anthony could pinpoint as the reason his attention had strayed almost entirely from his wife, nothing but superficial reasonings such as aiyla being prettier and sweeter. he'd continued sleeping with his wife routinely, although when he reached his climax inside of her it was her daughter's face and body he was thinking about not hers. it was a small miracle that none of those sticky fingered boys had managed to slip a few digits into her panties before him, taint her.

he had called her pretty when she begged but anthony was quickly realising that statement had been weak in contrast to how truly stunning aiyla looked when she wanted something so desperately that in her pretty little head it may have seemed like the world was falling down around her. those pesky panties sticking to her creamy folds, her virgin cunt likely pulsing with a desire that she's never had fulfilled before him. his entire palm covered her cloth covered cunt, a slow groan brushing against the shell of her ear as he pressed the heel of it against her clit. "so fucking wet for me, princess. have you been having naughty thoughts about daddy?" spoken as if he wasn't the sole reason she was a whimpering mess, practically humping the seat and crying from lack of his touch on her bare skin. "shh baby, calm down", working herself into a need induced panic was not intuitive to what anthony wanted ; his girl needed to relax. his free hand gripped her delicate chin, angling her face back toward his, mouth ghosting over hers as he smoothed fingers along her reddened cheek. "flip yourself around to the other side of the bench and spread your legs for me princess, daddy will take those annoying panties right off you. okay?"

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aiyla was kind of desperate to do this right, hating herself for it, hating the way every glance he gave her, every roll of his head, every groan that emanated from his throat made her cunt practically purr with need. she'd be lying to say she hadn't thought about it before, and for a brief period of time she remembered having a crush on him. it felt like a normal thing for every younger sister to go through; having a crush on the older brother's friends... but it was one she thought she had grown out of. aiyla had always noticed the way he looked at her, the way she sometimes felt herself looking at him, but never could she have dreamed of it manifesting itself into something like THIS. the kind of thing she had only touched herself thinking about once... or twice. maybe a few times. even now it was hard to resist the urge to touch herself, wondering just how wet she was, having seen it on his fingers and tasted it on his shaft but.. having yet to see for herself.

bobbing her head, gradually picking up the pace, aiyla kept her movements consistent; familiarizing herself with the stretch of her jaw and beginning to recognize just how deep she could go before she gagged. his fingers in her hair then tightened, and she fluttered her lashes at him, hand dropping from his girth to his thigh, fingers sliding down to grasp onto the hem of his pants currently bunched around his knees. relax ?? however, her internal inquiry was quickly answered as his hips began to steadily rock themselves forward, and aiyla's throat pooled with saliva as he consistently struck the bag of her throat. the gags grew more consistent, eyes screwing shut and then suddenly, it went deeper than it had before; and aiyla squirmed as the unfamiliar taste of his cum suddenly coated the back of her throat. aiyla swallowed hard before whining beneath him, sounds muffled by his cock still stuffed in her mouth, slowly drawing back with a deep exhale through her nose. lifting her fingers to her lips, she swiped them across the petals, tongue following suit; the taste of salt thick on her tastebuds. looking up, she battered her lashes at him, feeling smaller than ever sat on the couch beneath him. ❛was that... okay ?? ❜

If Henrik hadn't been such a self-obsessed person he might have caught the look in her eye, the glint of guilt, and remembered that technically Aiyla had a boyfriend but he didn't. It didn't matter to him in the least if she'd been engaged or married, he still would have tried. You couldn't blame him when she looked like that and looked even better with plump lips wrapped around his cock. A sight he had imagined plenty of times growing up with Taner as his best friend. There had been times when he'd made a pass at her but hadn't tried that hard to make it happen, something about tonight had felt different and he was glad he'd followed that voice in his head to try harder this time. To be honest though, he hadn't expected her to be so inexperienced. With those looks? And the fact she'd been in relationships before? It was like winning the lottery.

He knew better than to rush her, knowing she'd do what he wanted because that was in her nature and, seeing the way she lit up when he praised her was enough to solidify that assumption. Sighing deeply as she took his cock back in her mouth, Henrik had to hold back from thrusting deeper, grinning as she gagged on him again and each time his tip touched the back of her throat. But his restraint could only last so long before his grip tightened and his hips moved on their own. "Relax, baby, relax." He knew that taking over control could freak her out a bit, scare her as he took over and started fucking her throat but he couldn't help it. Not with how good it felt and how the warmth was building at the base of his cock. It took hardly any time at all before his balls were tightening and ropes of cum burst from his tip to coat the back of her throat.

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it wasn't that aiyla had intended for this to happen — actually, she was quite certain there wasn't an ounce of her that would have agreed or even thought of it had she not been so overtly pursued but... henrick had always done something to her. he annoyed her, disgusted her, made her so incredibly angry that when they were younger it would have brought her to tears. yet, the way he was looking at her now, touching her, eyes so hungry for her it was almost embarrassing; aiyla couldn't remember a time where someone looked at her like that. even her boyfriend didn't look at her like that — fuck, her boyfriend. scrunching her nose, she did what she could to will the thought of that man out of her mind, a guilt momentarily swelling...but then she remembered that he wasn't here, that there was no way for him to find out, and she relaxed.

her heart lurched into her throat, and after hearing the sounds he was making, aiyla was a bit more determined now to do exactly what he wanted. when henrik responded to her question, praised her, aiyla's eyes almost seemed to sparkle. the way he was looking at her made her squirm, an intention infiltrating his stare in a way she had never seen before, tongue swiping around her lips. aiyla slowly nodded her head at his words, breathing deeply through her nose, trying to work up the courage to go for it again. eventually, she did, and she — albeit slowly — eventually found herself falling into a rhythm. lips sank down the length of his shaft til her mouth met her own hand still wrapped around his base, gagging each time as moisture lined her waterline, drawing herself back up to the tip before sinking back down again. doe eyes remained upwards and focused on him, only falling shut whenever he hit the back of her throat.

There was no better feeling in the world to Henrik than being someone's first. In any and all categories. Yeah, there was a learning curve but when the student was willing and quick to catch on, like Aiyla? The power that coursed through him was worth it every time. It took a few seconds for her to completely listen to him but soon enough she was taking his cock so well between her lips, a low groan rising from his chest at the feeling of her warm and wet mouth, his cock twitching at the sensation. His grip on her hair tightened as he took in the view of his cock disappearing inch by inch into her mouth. It was incredible. And a nice appetizer to the main dish of her cunt. But he could be patient for right now or as patient as he could be with the way blood was rushing to his cock at record speed. As her tongue ran along the vein on the underside of his length, a low growl erupted from him, eyeing how her thighs pressed tighter together.

The gag made him grin with pride, loving how it sounded and wanting to hear more and more of that. Gagging on his cock like a good little girl. Fuck, it was incredible. "Just like that, baby. That was so good." He nodded; eyes heavy with lust as he gazed hungrily down at her. "Faster this time, alright. Little bit faster each time, can you do that?" Henrik knew she could, Aiyla was good at everything she was told to do, something he'd noticed when he came to hang out with Taner. Something he'd slipped into the back of his mind for a later time; turned out that time was now.

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despite the searing humiliation burning through every inch of her being right now, aiyla couldn't help but almost feel relieved that he wasn't judging her or chastising her for how she was responding to his touch. if anything, he seemed ... pleased by it, given the harden length of his manhood and the way he continued to gently prod and praise her as she fell into a desperate, frenzied state beside him. the glossed keys of the piano had long been forgotten in exchange for the feeling of his hand against her skin, the warmth of his breath on her neck as he whispered vulgarities against her pulse point. it was wrong, and she knew it deep down, for them to be intimate like this but... aiyla wasn't capable of saying no to anthony; not even if she wanted to... which, right now, she wasn't sure she wanted to. maybe there was a bit of a reluctance, an uncertainty, but with the way her body was seeming to possess a mind of it's own; there was denying that her curiosity was growing morbid. bordering on insatiable.

❛ yes... y-yes, please, daddy — please take them off, ❜ aiyla whined, face burnt scarlet, a blush only amplified as he told her how pretty she was as she begged for him to do something no step-daughter should ever ask of a man who was supposed to be like a father to her. in many ways he was, hence the affectionate moniker rolling so easily off of her tongue, but it would make her dizzy if she thought about it too much. not that anthony was giving her much time to think or process anything, pressure he began applying between her thighs enough for her head to roll back, and whine riding on her breath as she exhaled through parted lips. the idea of him stripping her of cotton panties, of him being the first man to ever see or touch or... do whatever it is he wanted down there; it was overwhelming, enough to have her panting for air. ❛ o-oh my god, please. please please please i can't — ❜ a curse almost formed on her tongue but she swallowed it down, not wanting to be unlady like despite the circumstances. still wanting to be his good little girl. his princess.

it was a wonder how anthony had become the first man to truly touch ailya for a multitude of reasons ; her flawless appearance was first, with those wide whisky eyes and sensual body, but it was her utter lack of understanding too. how she was so easily led by anthony, a few choice words and tiny touches and the poor girl was practically humping the bench beneath them. now, anthony was sure that plenty of useless boys had tried, eluded to wanting to spread his step-daughter's legs and stretch out her virgin pussy, or have her on her knees while their pricks pushed past her plump lips. but it was him she trusted, that obedient trait was hooked so firmly in to the foundation of trust and care he had built between them — perhaps a better man would have been ashamed to do what he was doing, saying the filthy words that so languidly rolled off his tongue. her taste was exquisite, not even her mother managed to taste as sweet and enticing as ailya. it only made the older man want more, to taste that honeyed slickness directly from the source. "good, it's important you trust me princess. that we trust each other."

the varied sounds that left her rosebud lips only made the male's cock stir further, especially when he made a show of licking her arousal off his finger. she was almost drooling, the naive little thing. he wondered what sounds she would make when his cock is balls deep inside her. "look at you . . . " the motion of her hips drew his gaze, how she was slowly but surely slipping into needy depravity, doing anything to ease that ache inside her body. he was so distracted by the wiggling of her hips that her question almost went straight over his head, almost. "take 'em off for you? you want me to do that baby?" oh he would, he relished the thought of pulling those damp panties from between her legs, bare cunt fully revealing itself to him. "so fucking pretty when you beg", he can't contain himself, leaning over to press his palm against her clothed cunt, increasing the pressure as his nose brushed against the curve of her jaw. "want these little panties away from that soaked cunt, princess? want daddy to tug them down your spread legs and tuck them in his pocket?" such a dangerous prospect, to keep those soiled underwear on his person once their moment was over — but anthony had come this far, had somehow managed to hide his desires from his wife, surely he could hide other aspects?

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ailya remembered the very first day she met anthony; a handsome man, tall and charismatic, with an eye for her mother that almost made the young girl green with jealously. if only she had a man that looked at her the way anthony looked at her mother.... how ironic that desire felt now as she squirmed under the weight of said gaze. he was so tender and well spoken, so kind in the way he attended to aiyla and cared for her... and even now, in a moment of pure depravity, he was seeing the best in her. swallowing, aiyla groaned with need as the pad of his experienced finger swirled around her clit, smearing the sensitive swollen bud with her own arousal, making the muscles in her thighs twitch. aiyla had never felt a need as powerful as this one but, lord have mercy, the girl didn't think she could breathe without his touch at this point. ❛ i know you care, ❜ aiyla squeaked, pleasure surging through her, hardly able to articulate her thoughts.

aiya didn't know what had came over her but, suddenly, the idea of being taken by her step-father became a temptation she couldn't disregard if she tried. his touch, his voice, the weight of his presence; it was all too much for the young brunette to cast aside, wanting and needing him more than anything. she watched him, hypnotized, as he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his lips... doe eyes concentrated as he slid the soddened pad of his finger along his lower lip before slipping the finger, slick with her arousal, into his mouth. aiyla whimpered at the sight, like a puppy wishing to be rewarded for sitting and doing as she was told, grinding her pussy against the bench in hopes it'd replicate the delicious friction that was now missing since he had withdrawn his hand. swallowing hard, aiyla looked down at herself, fingers hesitant as they danced around the waistband of her panties, a nervousness plaguing her. ❛ can you... c-can you do it for me ?? ❜ she pleaded, knowing if it was left to her, the panties would never come off. eyes shifted back to his, glancing at his lips and how damp they were with her own juices, writhing under the weight of his gaze. bunching up the fabric of her skirt in both hands, aiyla hoisted the fabric up and over her hips, eyes almost pleading as they found his, lips parted to allow a desperate sigh to push through; ❛ please, daddy... t-take them off of me... ❜

she was the type of delicate that belonged in an ivory tower, the kind of beauty that would have driven men mad in an old fable from centuries ago. she was currently panting and flushing from anthony's touch between her legs, that untouched pussy responding to his workings in ways he had only dreamt of before now. it was evident to him that he didn't deserve to have aiyla, that he was corrupting his gentle step-daughter in ways she should never be, exposing her to pleasures that were evidently sending her mind spinning in a million different directions. he didn't need those breathless whispers, those kittenish moans and averted looks. anthony knew she wanted it based on how her body reacted, the tilt and chase of her hips as he made contact with her clit, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as he detailed each and every filthy fantasy that whirred in his depraved mind. his own pleasure and release would happen in time, but not now — not when aiyla was practically dripping on to his fingers and still in the beginning stages of understanding just what all of this was.

"it's such a shame princess, that no boy cared about you enough to want to lick and fuck this pretty pussy." but it was a blessing for anthony, to not have his little girl tainted by a horny teenager who focused more on his pin prick dick than the stunning girl before them. "but daddy cares, aiyla. i hope you can see just how much i care, how i want you to be the best . . . to love what you do", his finger swirled languidly over her clit, gathering those sweet juices on his digits before removing his hand from her heat. already she was looking quite the mess, skirt beginning to bunch up against her hips with those round cheeks stained a deep pink. it was a very good thing his wife wasn't at home, ruining their moment by her presence. the temptation to taste her now was too strong to resist, despite wanting to bring her to orgasm as soon as possible. running his pointer finger along his bottom lip anthony coated it in her arousal before sliding the digit into his mouth. he imagined aiyla to taste decadent, but the reality of it was so much more. his cock surged as his tongue rolled over his finger, sucking her off him while his hues remained stubbornly focused on her face. "fuck princess, can't believe you've kept that delicious little cunt from me for so long . . . " one taste wasn't enough, a meagre finger coated in her wasn't going to soothe the burn in his gut. not even him dragging it along his lower lip to taste later was satisfactory. "lift your skirt up higher baby, right up to your hips and then take your panties off too."

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the words he used made her wince, the vulgarity of his phrasing making her face flush even more than the fact his cock was quite literally in front of her face and he had made her cum twice now. ignoring the deep flush in her cheeks, her tongue moved to swipe around her lips, moving her other hand to her knee as she pushed her thighs back together and dug her fingernails into heated flesh. the touch of his fingers through her hair was deceptively comforting, though the look in his eyes and the way his length twitched in the warmth of her hand sent was anything but innocent. with a twinge of reluctance, when he instructed her to do so, aiyla slowly parted her lips, tongue lying flat on the bottom of her mouth, cheeks ripened with humiliation.

as the head pushed past her lips, her brows wrinkled at the mix of flavors coating her tongue; the tanginess of her own arousal mixed with the salt of his, her mouth salivating in response as she breathed through her nose and tried to relax as he had said to do. keeping one hand firmly wrapped around his base, she worked up enough courage to slowly follow his instructions, wrapping her mouth around him and slowly sliding down his shaft, her tongue riding along the vein on the underside which made the apex of her thighs practically purr in response to the feeling of it. pushing her thighs tighter together, aiyla's eyes fought between shutting to give herself deniability and opening to gauge his response. the first time his tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged immediately, trying to hold it there as long as she could before coming back up and releasing him with an almost comically loud pop. gasping, she ran her tongue along her lips, further dampening them as she gazed up at him; ❛ like— like that ?? ❜

Considering the doe-eyed look on her face, the hesitation in her eyes, once again Henrik was able to put two and two together here. "Never sucked a cock before? Now that does shock me, you have such pretty lips to wrap around one." He wasn't lying about that, he'd imagined them around his cock plenty of time before, but now he was starting to wonder if there was anything she had done before. Brushing his fingers through her hair, he gave her an understanding look, almost a comforting one, as his dick twitch at the thought of ruin those virgin lips. Both of them if his assumption was correct. "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do." Henrik said, voice low and gravelly as he brushed a hand through her hair. "Open." He could work with short and simple directions if she needed, and the most important thing was that Aiyla was an eager learner and he'd known her long enough to know that she would do anything for praise and approval. Two things that worked in his favor.

As soon as her lips parted, Henrik didn't hesitate to push his cock between them, hissing softly at the wet warmth of her mouth. "Relax, baby. You're doing so good already. Lift your head up but just to the tip, alright? And then take it all back in." Easy. Henrik would try to keep his own motion at bay until she got the hang of it, he had a feeling it wouldn't take too long at this point, now that they didn't have to worry about being interrupted. If she needed a lesson, he was willing to take the time to teach her over and over again if needed. It was a win-win for him no matter what happened. Either she figured it out or he took control and did everything he wanted to, there was nothing wrong with that in his mind.

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sheepishly, aiyla glanced down at her outfit; she thought she had dressed nicely for their lesson... frilly socks and a pretty skirt, a blouse that made her look undeniably feminine. she had even put back some of her hair in a bow. she pouted, still feeling guilt despite the reassurance she had no reason to... it was her fault she had tempted him, and she was the one who had responded inappropriately to his touch and got so flustered she was messing up the music. anthony was just taking care of her, teaching her, and aiyla had gotten butterflies from his touch and now, her skin hot and flushed, every brush of his hand against her head her mind spinning; so clouded with lust she couldn't see through the fog if she tried. maybe she wasn't trying hard enough... ❛ o-oh,❜ was all she managed in reply.

aiyla gave a needy whine in response to his finger sliding over her clit, practically mewing like an animal as her hips rolled gently against his touch, trying not to make too much noise but being unable to stop herself. pupils swallowed her irises as he explained what he wanted to do to her, cunt pulsing violently in response as if begging her to accept the offer, the thought of looking down at seeing those warm and... suddenly dark eyes peering up at her from between milk-toned thighs putting the girl in a fucking tizzy. shaking her head, she swallowed hard; ❛ n-no, daddy i... i haven't.❜ but now, the way he was describing it, cumming on his tongue was all aiyla could think about. the warmth of his breath and tongue lapping her up like a dog to water, devouring her on the polished bench... anthony's question resulted in aiyla moaned wantonly in response, head rolling forward into his touch, the muscles of her abdomen clenching as her pussy gripped at nothing. ❛ o-okay... whatever... whatever you want, daddy, i — i trust you... ❜ aiyla repeated again, more so to herself than him, the teasing making her body ache for a release she didn't even know if she'd be capable of having. she'd never tried. ❛ please. ❜

it would likely be argued that aiyla was too good of a girl for him, regardless of age the femme was so easily influenced and honestly just a good person. to take advantage of her should have made anthony queasy, yet his cock only got harder the more he touched her, so slowly exploring her damp cunt. there was no real purpose to rushing it, putting too much on her at once — the poor girl already looked like she might combust. "it's okay princess, it's just how you effect me. you come in here dressed like that and . . . and i can't stop it from happening." nor did he wish to, he embraced the changes she brought out in him ; from his hardened dick to his sudden eagerness to touch another woman. singular. since dating aiyla's mother he had never so much as glanced twice at another female, content in the relationship he was developing. now? now with such a tempting girl perched beside him anthony couldn't even bring himself to think twice about the woman he'd married.

he didn't fail to notice how her hues wandered downwards, where despite the black trousers he'd worn his erection was obvious to anyone's eye. but he didn't bother to hide it, why would he? his hand was rubbing against her damn pussy. " taste you ", he repeated, voice low as his index finger spread her folds once more, moving down toward her tight entrance before drifting up toward her swollen clit. " lie you down on this bench right here , spread these pretty legs of yours and lick up all this wetness you've got for me ." he could so vividly imagine his tongue flattening against her cunt, swallowing that honeyed arousal before beginning to push the appendage inside her virgin hole. " i think you'd like it princess , my tongue playing with this pussy , making you squirm and orgasm . . . you've never done that before , have you ?" she would make the sweetest sounds, bucking her hips against his face as she rode out that first high. it wouldn't be nearly enough for anthony but it would warm the femme up, have her pussy clenching around his tongue almost as if she was begging for his cock to take its place. " see how wet you're getting my fingers aiyla? maybe i should just have a taste right now ?" it was borderline cruel to tease her this way, speak of such vile things while knowing she had limited to no experience with it.