Reward?

Mistress straightened up to look good as the waiter brought the dish and a bowl, which he placed on the floor.

• Bon appétit, madam.
• Thank you, Firmin, it's really appetizing.

When the waiter left, Mistress tied Emma's hands behind her back. Emma saw a man in the room wearing a hood like hers. Strangely, she felt like she knew him.

• This is my client, whom I've been training for a week. You're going to love it when he takes you. I've pumped him full of Viagra; he'll knock you out. Enjoy.

Emma got on her knees and began to eat a meal with her tongue, which, despite its appearance, was good, just as she was beginning to forget about the stallion.

Emma felt a hand grab the back of her neck as her brother positioned himself, his raspy breath resonating through the kitchen.

He slid a hand under her stomach, his cold fingers making her shudder. Mistress, seated at the table, delicately cut a piece of meat while observing the scene with a satisfied expression.

• Don't keep your brother waiting, she murmured before bringing the fork to her lips.

Emma faltered at the sound of these words. No, it wasn't her brother. She looked at the hooded **** and then at Mistress, who was thoroughly amused by the situation.

• Obeyed.

Terrified by Mistress Emma's authority, she positioned her sex in front of his head like a robot. She couldn't do this. It wasn't possible. It was the ultimate infamy, a brother and sister.

Emma felt the hot, insistent pressure against her crotch, her breath quickening as her brother adjusted his weight on top of her.

Her hand firmly held the back of her neck, preventing her from bucking away, while the other slid lower, gripping her hip with calculated brutality.

• Slavia, I'll whip him to **** if you don't impale yourself like a grown-up.

Putting her words into words, she began to whip him mercilessly. He moaned but remained motionless, waiting for her to penetrate himself with his penis.

Out of despair at being so weak, Emma impaled herself suddenly, letting out a **** moan and with liberation, she had crossed the ultimate moral boundary.

• Go ahead, fuck her, you've waited long enough.

Emma recognized her brother's voice when he said,

• Thank you, mistress.

He began to move in and out, thrusting like a ram, taking her breath away and completely preventing her from speaking. She would never have believed he was so hung. It was a nightmare and yet also a divine surprise. She felt filthy like never before. She had crossed the last taboo, the ultimate prohibition, and what's more, she was enjoying it like she had never imagined.