Chapter 5: Chapter 5
The taste was still thick in her mouth. Scott lowered the phone, its weight suddenly negligible. "Brianna." His voice was a spent cartridge, hollow and final. "Go find Cody. Stop him from sucking his own cock, or whatever the fuck he's doing. Bring him to the base of the bed when you fuck him." He didn't look at her, his eyes still fixed on Alyssa's stunned, glistening face. "If you have to. While I finish up here."
Brianna’s smirk was audible. "With pleasure, soldier." She slipped from the room, the whisper of her sundress the only farewell.
Scott finally moved, placing the phone on the nightstand, the recording saved. He turned back to Alyssa, who knelt frozen on the floor. "Stand up," he said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Her body obeyed, muscles trembling from being kept still. He reached for the hem of her oversized t-shirt. "This comes off. Now." She lifted her arms, a childlike gesture of surrender, and he pulled the soft cotton up and over her head, discarding it.
The air left his lungs.
Her breasts were full and heavy, tipped with pale pink nipples already drawn tight from fear and arousal. They swayed slightly as she shuddered. Years of hiding, and this was what she’d concealed—a perfect, lush body. His calloused hands rose, not gently, and palmed them, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over the peaks. "All this," he breathed, "and you were going to marry that boy untouched?"
Scott’s eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Brianna over the top of Alyssa’s head. “Enough. Find Cody. He’s probably jerking off in the guest bathroom by now.” He paused, his voice dropping to a graveled command. “Stop him from sucking his own cock. Bring him to the basement. Fuck him there if you have to. I’ll finish up here with Alyssa.”
Brianna’s smirk was instant, a flash of dark comprehension. “Your wish, my command,” she purred, sliding off the bed with a predatory grace. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving a vacuum of silence thick with the smell of sex and salt.
Scott finally lowered the phone, placing it carefully on the nightstand. His attention returned to Alyssa, who knelt between his legs, trembling. “Stand up,” he said, his tone not unkind. She rose on unsteady legs, her body gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat and his release. For the first time, he really looked at her, his gaze stripping away the baggy t-shirt she wore. It clung to her, soaked in places, outlining the heavy, full curves of her breasts and the tight cut of her waist. “Take it off.”
Her hands shook as she gripped the hem, pulling the cotton over her head in one slow, agonizing motion. It fell to the floor. Scott’s breath caught. Her breasts were high and full, with large, dusky pink areolas, the nipples tight and pebbled. Her stomach was flat, leading down to the gentle flare of her hips. “Fucking perfect,” he breathed, reaching out to palm the weight of one breast, his thumb rasping over her nipple. She whimpered, her head falling forward.
“You’re mine until I say otherwise,” he stated, his other hand hooking into the waistband of her shorts and panties, dragging them down her toned, soccer-player’s legs in one rough pull. She stepped out of them, completely naked now, her body exposed in the golden light. He leaned forward, his mouth capturing her nipple, sucking it deep, his tongue flicking the tip until she cried out. His hand slid between her legs, finding her folds already slick and swollen. “So wet for me already,” he muttered, pushing two fingers inside her tight, clutching heat. “You’re gonna scream for me, Alyssa. Not for Cody. For me.”
The silence after the recording stopped was thicker than the humid air. Scott lowered the phone, his eyes on Alyssa’s spent, submissive face. “Brianna,” he said, his voice a low rasp.
She turned, a brow arched. “Yeah?”
“Find Cody.” He kept his gaze locked on Alyssa’s. “Stop him from sucking his own cock. Bring him to the base when you fuck him.” Alyssa’s breath hitched. “If you have to, while I finish up here with Alyssa.”
Brianna’s smile was a slow, wicked curve. “With pleasure, soldier.” She leaned down, gave Alyssa a quick, biting kiss on the shoulder, and sauntered from the room, the yellow dress swirling around her thighs.
The door clicked shut.
Scott finally looked at Alyssa, really looked. Her baggy shirt was rucked up, revealing the smooth, tight plane of her stomach. “Take it off,” he said, no longer her uncle, just a man stripped bare. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the soft fabric over her head.
His breath caught. Her breasts were full and heavy, with pale pink nipples already drawn into tight peaks. He reached out, his calloused thumb brushing one, and she whimpered. “All this,” he murmured, “hidden from everyone.” He pushed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers, the rough hair on his thighs scratching her smooth skin. “From me.”
He didn’t kiss her mouth. He took a nipple into his own, sucking hard, his tongue lashing the stiff bud. Alyssa cried out, her back arching, her hands flying to his head. “Uncle Scott—”
“Scott,” he corrected, biting down gently before moving to her other breast. “Say my name.”
“Scott,” she gasped. His hand slid down her toned stomach, over the waistband of her shorts, his fingers finding her wetness through the cotton. “Oh, God.”
“You’re soaked,” he growled against her breast, his fingers pushing the fabric aside and slipping through her slick folds. “For this.” He found her clit, a swollen, desperate nub, and circled it with a ruthless precision learned in far darker places. Alyssa shattered instantly, her whole body seizing, a sharp, broken scream tearing from her throat as her hips jerked against his hand. He rode her through it, watching her face contort in unrecognizable pleasure, his own cock, still wet from her mouth, hardening again against her leg.
The phone landed softly on the rumpled duvet as Scott’s hand, still trembling from his climax, fell away. He looked from Alyssa’s stunned, stained face to Brianna’s smug, satisfied one. “Brianna,” he said, his voice a low, post-coital rasp that held a new, chilling authority. “Go find Cody.” Brianna’s eyebrow arched, a silent question. “Tell him his fiancée needs him. Bring him to the basement.” His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto hers. “And if you have to, get him hard on the way down. Suck his cock in the hallway if it gets him to the basement faster.” A slow, wicked smile spread across Brianna’s lips as she understood the assignment. She stood, smoothing her damp dress, and gave Alyssa a look that was both pitying and triumphant before slipping out the door without a word.
Scott turned his full attention back to Alyssa, who was still kneeling, frozen, on the floor. “Look at you,” he murmured, not unkindly, his thumb wiping a stray streak of his own spend from her cheekbone. She flinched at the touch, her eyes wide pools of confusion and lingering heat. “You’re not finished,” he stated, his hand moving to the hem of her oversized t-shirt. “I am going to see what you’ve been hiding all these years.” He gathered the soft cotton in his fists.