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As the grape disappears into her mouth, I press the button on the remote gripped in my hand, and hear her squeal of delighted shock as the remote-controlled vibrator gives her a zap of pleasure while she chews. There’s a giggle in her voice that only makes me harder.
“What’s going on, Sebastian?” Hoover’s tiresome little voice comes through the speaker as Larissa gets up onto her knees on the daybed beside me, her hand wrapping around my shaft, pumping me up and down like a good girl should. “I send my daughter to you for rehabilitation, and what? You’re telling me she’s not coming home? I thought you were a professional. I haven't heard from George, but if I don’t produce the bride as we agreed, I’m sending him afteryou.”
I grunt as his daughter starts to jerk me off, her tits bouncing with her effort.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about ole George. Larissa’s mine. She’s staying here with me. I told you this yesterday.”
“Fuckyou!I paid for a service.”
“You paid me to make Larissa obedient and desirable. There was nothing I could do about the latter, but I think I’ve done a good job on obedient.” I meet her eyes, press the button on the remote, and both of us grunt as the shockwave through her body makes her grip tighten around me. “Fuck…” I grind out. “Larissa, are you obedient?”
She grins and nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Then my work is done.”
“What the fuck? Your work is not done! You hear me. I’m going to fucking—”
“Put your wife on the phone, little brother.”
“No. I’m talking, and—”
“Put her on the phone.” I use the tone of voice with him that I use when I’m training, the one that says there will be consequences if you disobey.
“I want to talk to Mom,” Larissa chimes in with a wink. “Now.”
I reach up and pet her cheek, and a moment later, a feminine voice comes through. “What is going on there?”
I consider what I’m about to do.
The information I have came to me years ago.
At the time, it meant nothing, just another piece of the puzzle that is my little brother. I promised my father that I would watch out for him, and I’ve done just that, his whole fucking miserable life.
I never even considered using it against him until now. But he harmed what’s mine. Larissa suffered because of him. I won’t kill him, but if I have an opportunity to make his life a misery, I’ll take it.
“Your previous husband didn’t walk out on you. He was killed while following Hoover’s orders,” I tell Larissa’s mother. “My brother didn’t send him to his death, but he let you believe your husband left you, and I’m sure he enjoyed picking up the pieces. You were the prize. Just thought you ought to know. The same way he was going to make your daughter a prize to another old fucker.”
“What—”
“I’ll take care of your daughter from now on. You are relieved of your duty.”
I cut the call off just as Larissa spits onto the head of my dick, her hand starting to move faster. I wrap my hand around the back of hers, and guide her up and down, up and down, as I imagine the chaos in my brother’s household right now. From everything I’ve been told, Larissa’s parents loved each other. Hoover caught her at her lowest moment, and made his move.
I doubt it will split them up, but it’s going to lead to a few cold nights on the sofa.
“Is that true?” Larissa asks, meeting my eyes.
I nod. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you first.”
She considers this for a moment. “I don’t even remember him. I thought for a long time that perhaps he left because of me.”
“Nobody would ever leave because of you, baby.”
“What was he like? Was he a good man?”
“I only know what I was told. I know he did a lot of bad things to a lot of people, some of them as bad as he was, some of them not. He was respectable. But he was still your father, and I’m sorry you never got to know him.”
Larissa processes this for a moment, and I know it’s changed her perception of the world. But the truth is almost always better than a lie, even if it’s hard to hear.
