Chapter 7

You turn the doorknob without waiting for a response. The door swings open to reveal Keisha sitting cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, wearing an oversized gray hoodie and black cotton shorts. Her natural afro frames her face as she looks up, surprise flickering across her features.

**"Synn? What's—"** Her words die as her gaze travels over you. The silk robe. The barely-concealed physique beneath. Her pupils dilate involuntarily, lips parting slightly.

Through the ring's telepathic connection, her thoughts flood your awareness: *Holy shit when did he get so... fuck, look at those shoulders, those arms, why am I staring, stop staring Keisha, but damn he looks good enough to—no, that's your brother, what the hell is wrong with you today, why can't I stop thinking about sex—*

**"Just wanted to check on you,"** you say smoothly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you. **"See how you're doing."**

Keisha sets her phone aside, shifting position on the bed. The movement makes her breasts sway beneath the hoodie—no bra. Your enhanced senses pick up the subtle scent of her arousal, faint but present.

**"I'm good, just... planning for tomorrow."** She's trying to sound casual, but her voice has a breathless quality. **"Coffee with Brandon, remember?"**

You move closer to the bed, your presence filling the room. Her heartbeat accelerates—you can see the pulse jumping in her throat. The collar weighs cool in your palm, hidden behind your back.

**"That's right, the coworker."** You sit on the edge of her bed, close enough that your thigh almost touches her knee. **"You nervous?"**

**"A little,"** she admits, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes keep drifting to your chest, the V of exposed skin where the robe parts. *Why does he smell so good? Like something I can't quite place but it's making me dizzy and I really shouldn't be looking at him like this but I can't help it and god I'm so fucking horny today—*

**"Want some advice?"** You lean back on one hand, the movement causing the robe to shift, revealing more of your divine physique. Her gaze follows hungrily before she catches herself.

**"Sure,"** she whispers, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

You reach out, placing your hand on her shoulder. The contact is electric—she gasps softly, her entire body tensing. Through your palm you feel her pulse racing, her skin heating.

**"Just be yourself,"** you say, letting your thumb trace small circles against her collarbone. **"You're beautiful, Keisha. Any man would be lucky."**

**"You think so?"** Her voice is barely audible now, her body swaying almost imperceptibly toward you.

*His hand feels so warm and strong and why is this turning me on so much, he's just touching my shoulder but I'm getting wet and this is so wrong but I don't want him to stop—*

You let your consciousness slide deeper into Keisha's mind through the ring's telepathic connection, your thumb still tracing circles on her shoulder. Her thoughts are a chaotic mess of arousal and confusion—*shouldn't be thinking about him like this, he's my brother, but god he looks incredible*—and you push past her weak defenses to project directly into her awareness.

The image materializes in her mind: her body bent over this very bed, your hands gripping her hips, your cock sliding into her from behind. She gasps sharply, eyes going wide.

**"What—"** she starts, but you send another image: her on her knees between your thighs, looking up at you with worship in her eyes, your hand tangled in her afro as she takes you deep.

Keisha's breathing becomes ragged. **"Synn, I don't—something's happening—"**

A third image floods her consciousness: you above her, inside her, her legs wrapped around your waist as she screams your name. But this time you add sensation—the phantom feeling of being stretched, filled, claimed.

**"Oh fuck,"** she whimpers, her hand flying to her chest. Her nipples are visibly hard through the hoodie now, her thighs pressing together. **"What are you doing to me?"**

**"Showing you what you want,"** you say softly, bringing the collar around from behind your back. While her mind reels from the telepathic ****, you fasten the leather around her throat with a decisive click.

The enchantment takes hold immediately. Keisha's pupils dilate further, her body swaying toward you as submission floods through her nervous system. The collar glints silver against her dark skin.

**"Wh-what is this?"** Her fingers touch the leather, trembling. **"Why does it feel so—"**

**"Good?"** you finish for her, cupping her face with both hands now. **"Because you belong to me now, baby girl. You've always belonged to Daddy."**

Keisha's eyes flutter at the word. Through the telepathic link you feel her resistance crumbling like sand, the collar amplifying what's already there—the arousal, the curiosity, the **** need for touch.

**"Daddy?"** she whispers, testing the word. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

**"That's right."** You lean closer, your breath hot against her face. **"Say it again. Tell Daddy what a good little girl you are."**

**"I'm..."** She struggles briefly, warring with supernatural compulsion. But the collar tightens its psychological grip. **"I'm Daddy's good little girl."**

**"Perfect."** You slide your hand down from her shoulder to her waist, feeling her body respond immediately—arching toward you, seeking more contact. **"Now tell Daddy what you want."**

Keisha's breathing is coming in short gasps now, her hoodie rising and falling rapidly over her braless breasts. **"I want... I want you to touch me."**

**"Where?"**

**"Everywhere,"** she admits, shame and arousal mixing in her voice. **"Please, Daddy. I need—I don't understand what's happening but I need you so badly—"**

Your hand slides beneath her hoodie, palm against the smooth warmth of her stomach. She moans at the contact, her head falling back to expose her collared throat.

You pull Keisha into your lap in one smooth motion, her back pressing against your chest as her ass settles directly against the thick bulge of your cock through the silk robe. She gasps at the contact, feeling the divine length throbbing against her.

**"Oh god,"** she whimpers, her body trembling as your hand slides beneath the waistband of her cotton shorts. **"Daddy, I—"**

Your fingers find her pussy immediately—completely bare, soaking wet, lips swollen with need. The moment you touch her, Keisha's head falls back against your shoulder, a broken moan escaping her throat.

**"Say it,"** you command, sliding one finger along her slick folds. **"Tell Daddy what you are."**

**"I'm... I'm Daddy's little girl,"** she pants, hips already rocking against your hand. **"Please, I need—"**

You circle her clit with deliberate slowness, making her arch against you. **"Again."**

**"I'm Daddy's little girl!"** The words come out as a **** cry as you slide two fingers inside her tight, drenched channel. **"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Daddy—"**

Her pussy clenches around your fingers like a vice, hot and impossibly wet. You pump slowly, curling your fingertips to find that textured spot inside that makes her cry out and grind harder against your cock.

**"Good girl,"** you murmur against her ear, using your free hand to pull her hoodie up and expose her bare breasts. Her nipples are hard as diamonds. **"Now tell Daddy what you want me to do to you. Be specific."**

Keisha's breathing is ragged, her pussy making obscene wet sounds as you finger her steadily. **"I... I want you to fuck me, Daddy,"** she admits, shame and arousal mixing in her voice. **"I want to feel your cock inside me—oh god, your fingers feel so good but I need more—"**

**"Where do you want Daddy's cock?"** You add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her.

**"In my pussy!"** she practically screams, grinding shamelessly now. **"I want Daddy's big cock in my pussy, I want you to fuck me until I can't think, I want—"** Her words dissolve into incoherent moans as you increase your pace, thumb finding her clit.

**"Keep going,"** you order, feeling her inner walls beginning to flutter around your fingers. **"Tell Daddy everything."**

**"I want you to fill me up,"** Keisha gasps, her whole body shaking. **"I want you to make me yours, I want to be Daddy's good little girl forever, please Daddy please I'm so close—"**

Her pussy is clenching rhythmically now, right on the edge.

You curl your fingers harder inside Keisha's clenching pussy, finding that spot that makes her entire body go rigid. Your thumb presses firm circles against her swollen clit.

**"Come for Daddy,"** you command against her ear. **"Show me what a good little girl you are."**

**"Daddy! Oh god Daddy please—"** Keisha's words shatter into a wail as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy spasms violently around your fingers, gushing wetness that soaks through her cotton shorts and onto your lap. Her back arches against your chest, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream before sound returns. **"DADDY! FUCK! I'M—YES!"**

You work her through it mercilessly, fingers pumping as she convulses and writhes in your lap, her bare breasts heaving. The collar gleams on her throat as she rides the waves of pleasure, small **** sounds escaping her lips.

**"More,"** she gasps when she can finally speak, grinding back against your cock through the robe. **"Daddy please I need your cock, I need it inside me, please fuck me please—"**

You stand abruptly, lifting her with you. She whimpers at the loss of your fingers as you spin her around and bend her forward over the bed. Her shorts come down with one yank, pooling at her ankles. The hoodie rides up her back, exposing the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass.

**"Tell Daddy what you need,"** you say, positioning yourself behind her. The robe falls open completely, your divine cock pressing against the wet heat of her pussy lips.

**"Your cock!"** Keisha cries, trying to push back onto you. **"Please Daddy fuck me with your big cock, fill up your little girl, I need it so bad—"**

You grip her hips and thrust forward in one brutal stroke. Nine inches of divine cock spear into Keisha's tight virgin channel, stretching her open, claiming her completely. She screams—pleasure and pain mixing as her pussy struggles to accommodate your girth.

**"DADDY! OH FUCK IT'S SO BIG!"**

You don't give her time to adjust. You pull back and slam forward again, establishing a punishing rhythm. The wet slap of flesh on flesh fills the room as you fuck your sister over her bed, her pussy gripping you like a vice.

**"Taking Daddy's cock so well,"** you growl, one hand tangling in her afro to pull her head back. **"Such a good little girl."**

**"Yes! Yes Daddy!"** Keisha's voice breaks with each thrust. **"Fuck your little girl! Use me! Oh god it feels so good—"**

Her pussy is impossibly tight, impossibly wet, clenching around you as you rail her. The collar amplifies every sensation for both of you—her submission feeding your dominance, your control deepening her need.

**"Harder Daddy please!"** she begs, fingers clutching the bedspread. **"Fuck me harder!"**

You maintain the brutal pace, your divine cock plunging deep into Keisha's gripping channel with each thrust. The wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh fill her small bedroom, mixing with her **** cries.

**"Tell Daddy how his cock feels,"** you command, yanking her head back by her afro to expose the collar gleaming on her throat. **"I want to hear every word."**

**"So good!"** Keisha sobs, her voice breaking as you slam forward again. **"Daddy's cock feels so fucking good! You're so big—stretching me—filling me up completely!"** Her pussy clenches rhythmically around you, hot and impossibly tight. **"I've never felt anything like this! It's like you're touching every part of me!"**

You angle your hips differently, finding that spot inside that makes her scream. Her back arches sharply, breasts swaying beneath the bunched hoodie.

**"YES! Right there Daddy! Oh god right there!"** She's clawing at the bedspread now, knuckles white. **"Your cock is perfect! It's splitting me open and I love it! I love being Daddy's little girl!"**

**"What else?"** you growl, increasing your speed. The bed frame creaks with the **** of your thrusts. **"Tell Daddy what you want."**

**"I want you to fuck me forever!"** Keisha wails, her words tumbling out in a **** rush. **"I want Daddy's cock inside me all the time! I want you to use me whenever you want! I'm yours—my pussy belongs to you!"** Her inner walls are fluttering now, building toward another orgasm. **"I don't care about Brandon—I don't care about anyone else! I just want Daddy's big cock!"**

You release her hair to grip both hips, using the leverage to pound into her even harder. Your balls slap against her clit with each thrust, the divine ring amplifying every sensation for both of you.

**"More,"** you demand. **"Tell me everything."**

**"Fill me up Daddy!"** she begs, her voice hoarse from screaming. **"I want to feel your cum inside me! I want you to breed me like you're breeding me right now! Make me pregnant! Make me completely yours!"** Tears are streaming down her face from the overwhelming pleasure. **"I'll do anything—be anything—just please don't stop fucking me! Your little girl needs your cock so bad!"**

Her pussy is clenching violently now, right on the precipice of climax. The collar amplifies her submission as she writhes beneath you, completely broken, begging incoherently for you to claim her, fill her, own her forever.