Marcus was tempted to laugh at her attempt to mock him back, but he scoffed instead. "Oh, please. As if you have the guts to even try." He tilted his head to the other side, smirking as he leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers. He squeezed her buttcheeks, whispering against her lips. "Like i said, I know you." He pressed her closer to him, neither bothered nor embarrassed by the bulge that was forming in his pants. "And you don't know the first thing about obeying—you never have."
If his little sister had woken up one morning and decided she wanted to explore another side of herself, this was not what he had expected her to explore. Of course, he knew dominants who enjoyed virgins, and not only because they were pure, but because they were inexperienced. Marcus had never liked virgins, but not for the reasons people thought. He didn't want to teach his subs how to do things—no, he wanted them to know exactly how to do something, but choose not to do it, so he could punish them. He couldn't trust virgins to know how to be disobedient; he couldn't trust them to push the right buttons.
But he would make an exception for Fay. He knew she was still a virgin—she had to be. Besides, this was different. He was not there to punish her—or maybe he was—but to teach her a lesson; one that made sure she'd never set foot in any BDSM club ever again. One way or another, he'd make Morrigan realize she was not a submissive. Or rather, he was going to prove that she didn't have what it takes to be one.
He leaned back a bit, narrowing his eyes at her, studying her. She didn't know the first thing about what it meant to be dominated, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him. She had no experience being a sub, and even if she'd read about it, nothing could prepare her for the actual thing. Whatever she had expected would happen in this room, he knew she'd be disappointed. Marcus was rarely distracted, but he'd never been so close to his little sister before, and she was barely clothes. His fingers were squeezing her butt, and his cock was twitching in his pants.
But then her lips brushed against his ear, and the temperature in the room dropped. Marcus didn't know if it was his sister's voice, her tone, or her fucking words, but a flicker of something dark flashed across his eyes right before he grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him as he devoured her discomfort.
Marcus had never shown this side of himself to her—or anyone in the family. Sure, they were at each other's throats all the time, but he had never laid a hand on her. At least not like this. He pulled her head further back, forcing her neck to remain in an awkward position. "Don't lie to me, Fay." His voice was a low, guttural growl. His eyes darkened again, and he pushed her against his hard cock. There was no denying that hurting her—even just a fraction—turned him on. He'd never thought he'd get the chance, let alone that he would enjoy it, but now he wanted more. "Do you want to get fucked or do you want to be dominated?" She should have known the difference between the two. He pressed his hand between her legs, outlining her folds through the fabric of her clothes. He'd feel her warmth soon enough.
He barely gave her a chance to answer before he added, "Because if you just want to get fucked—" He pushed his pelvis forward, grinding his cock against her abdomen as if to prove a point. "This is not the right place. Do you understand?" Her big brother looked down at her with an authority he had never had over her. He held all the power, whether she'd given it to him or not.
If she wanted to experience what it was like to be a submissive, he would do her the honor of granting her wish.
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