MADISON

It was over twenty seconds later when my ass began to hurt from the unexpected force, and the rain was getting heavier when someone from the fourth floor popped through the window.

It was none other than Caleb, the only person who knew I was behind the blackout.

Oh no!

I began to crawl. My eyes were barely active as I searched through the bush for my mobile phone.

Luckily, it wasn't difficult to locate the device. So, I used the remaining strength left in my half-frozen, half-shocked body and accelerated toward the building, seeking shelter and, more importantly, a hideout, as flashlights began flickering through every window in the building.

A swarm of butterflies did a happy dance in my stomach when I confronted the overflowed crowd exiting the building, passing beside me and getting exposed to the rainfall as they all raced toward their vehicles.

In wonder, I stood still on the lawn, not caring about the rain mercilessly hitting my skin. Instead, I was lost in pride and self-satisfaction, so excited watching Caden's party burning to the ground as the poor, half-naked partygoers screamed over the icy rain while running for shelter.

Then, fingers wrapped around my arm, and suddenly my heart threw itself against the wall of my chest.

"Are you okay?"

Caleb.

Okay, a little better than I expected, but still, this isn't good.

Now he's going to report me.

With eyes closed and pounding heartbeats, I started turning around, but what I was met with was an aggressive version of my stepbrother. It was like I was a red cape, whipping around, and he was the angry bull charging towards me.

I urged myself to run as my eyes grew wider, but my body had never agreed with my brain, so it remained still in the pouring rain, waiting for the bull to crush me.

"What did you do?" He snarled while people continued departing the building.

"I-I... I." I stammered, not taking my eyes off him.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone say, but who cares? I mean, all I saw was that tall, handsome young man who would probably murder me for what I just did.

"MOVE!" He shoved Caleb away from me, and my heartbeat grew abnormally fast. Somewhere in my head, I could hear the sound of police sirens, and now I know I am actually dead.

There's nothing that would stop Caden from throwing me in jail, just to see me miserable, as he always wanted.

"I heard someone had called the cops, and whoever is responsible for this would pay the price in less than a minute." He announced spitefully.

I shrugged my shoulders, expressing nonchalance: "And why does this concern me? I mean, it's not like the lights never go out whenever the rain gets too stormy."

With shrugged lips, he inhaled deeply: "If there's enough proof, what do you think?"

"What are you yammering about?"

A vicious smile immediately took over his features.

"There are hidden cameras in the backyard that would easily fish out who is behind this, Mad."

I mustered up an unconcerned expression, even though every organ in my stomach was flipping as fear began to get the best of me.

"And? Is not like the cops will waste their precious time watching some particular tapes." I exhaled a small laugh, mentally praying I didn't appear nervous, though the rain was somewhat helpful in shrouding some traces of expressions that I couldn't control.

"Yes, they do." He thoughtfully nodded and added: "It's called investigation," as some group of boys passed by him, gesturing for some stupid, confusing expression that he jerked his chin at in response.

When he returned his eyes to me, and I hadn't thought of anything to defend myself, he continued: "We both know you did it. And let's say they didn't have the time to check the videos. Give me a good reason why I shouldn't throw you to justice?"

He can't seriously do that. Dad will kill him.

With bile in my throat, I started to oppose: "I did nothing..." but he interrupted by snatching my two hands and holding them between us: "Your palms." He pointed.

Yes, that... I have some slight burns on both my palms that I didn't even notice.

"Shit!" I cursed, still staring at my palms in dismay.

"Hey, you have any idea what happened here?" That voice wasn't Caden's. It was a stern tone that came from behind my rigid body, resembling the police who were in pursuit of explanations.

My heart started thumping in my ribcage while I peered at my stepbrother, searching for mercy in those gorgeous yet wicked eyes that slowly drifted from mine to the man behind me.

"Uhm..." He drawled, wetting his lips with his tongue as the rain had slowed down a bit, and his slightly long hair was another phase and quintessence of an expensive magazine cover. "Maybe I have some juice." He smiled down at me and back at the man yearning for answers.

Panic was an understatement. I can't let my parents down. Because definitely, Caden will let them know about this, just so we would be treated equally as he had claimed. And I do not want to be treated anything less than they do me now.

I spun around with a fake smile on my face and met two young men who were some inches taller than me.

"Please excuse us." I pleaded before tugging Caden by the arm and directing us to the quiet backyard just as the rain started getting heavier again.

"Why are we here?" He dramatically snatched his hand away and stopped behind a cement bench. "Please don't tell me your psychotic thoughts did settle on kidnapping and keeping me in the basement forever so you could have me to yourself?"

He's unbelievable, I can't believe he'd use my feelings against me.

However, that's my least concern. When my eyes flicker to that wrecked distribution board, I know I'm more worried about this getting out than I am about Caden being mean to me.

"You are not going to tell anything." I insist in a threatening manner.

He scoffed and shook his head while rain slid down from his hair and the tip of his nose.

"Why is that?"

"I am serious." I scolded.

"But you are guilty, also." He wouldn't stop scoffing.

Terrified and stressed, I exasperatedly said: "Look, I am sorry for eradicating your party, but Dad and Mom can't know about this. I can't go to jail. I can't survive in there. That's not me."

"You should have thought about that before cutting down the whole power of the building for your pleasure."

"Okay, what do you want? Gather you another party? What do you want me to do?"

I was going insane as fear had consumed me. I was afraid of everything about jail, and, more importantly, I was afraid of disappointing Mom and Dad.

He chuckled, letting his fingers work their way into his soaking-wet hair.

"Uhm, so this is you asking me to cover you up?"

"Just fucking say it." I pressed, desperately.

He looks down at me with pleasure in his thin eyes, his nose scrunched up.

"Nah! I like to see you pay for what you did."

Son of a bitch.

My head instinctively tilted as I kept my pride aside and implored: "I said I am sorry, okay?"

"Not enough." He chuckled, shaking his head as a voice came up, asking: "Are you two done over there?"

With widened eyes, I clasped my stepbrother's waist involuntarily.

"Please, Caden, I will do anything... Please, don't let them have me. I can't go to jail again." I pleaded, fearful.

A smile spread across his face while he questioned: "Anything?" with arched brows.

"I promise." I nodded and swallowed.

"Get on your knees and give me a blowjob."

I pulled away automatically as my jaw dropped on the wet floor.

What the heck did he just propose?

"Are you insane?"

"It's not like you are not familiar with the king in some better ways." He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh.

He can't ask me to do that out here. He doesn't expect me to do that. What if someone caught us? I mean, I don't even know how to...

"It's too risky, Caden. We could be caught." I pleaded anxiously.

"Fine!" With shrugged lips, he began turning away from me. "You gave me no choice but to hand you over to the cops." He announced. And my heart jerked out of my chest. "I will tell Dad to come bail you out in the morning."

No! I can't let Dad down.

Maybe, I have one option.

"All right. Aight! I will do."

Swallowing hard, I braced myself for what my mouth was about to endure. I had seen his length before; I had felt it fill me, and I knew all too well that my mouth, no matter how willing, wasn't exactly elastic, it could scarcely accommodate his impressive anaconda.

I peek up beneath my lashes, catching him watching me with that maddening, expectant calm, waiting for me to decide my fate. I hate the way he always finds this upper hand. Just like when we were sophomores in high school, and he caught me sneaking out with mom's silk nightdress for a school sleepover I'd sworn would be girls only, which was a lie. Not only did he show up and gave up jerking up in his room, to steal every ounce of attention at the event, but he pulled me aside to the dim lab and made me flash him my tits under the threat that he would tell on me to our parents, only later teasing my tits that it was "unripe," no slik dress could fix me to look good to any boy.

He claimed it hurt just by watching it. Said it actually made him cry, though it wasn't exactly tears he was shedding, but there were sounds he was making in the shadow he was standing.

"You're still hesitating?" he presses in that backyard, impatience lacing his voice as I debate getting on my knees.

"No," I bit out, sinking to the ground before him.

My heart pounds like it's trying to break free. We've crossed crazy lines before, but this is something else, especially when he's cornered me into it.
I'm flushed with nerves, feeling an uneasy thrill. There's this unshakable dread gnawing at me. Every logical sense in me screams to me that someone might finally catch us.

Who's shameless enough to flaunt their dick in the backyard of an apartment complex? Caden. That's who.

I glance around. Windows surrounds us on all sides, and I could bet someone is out there watching, probably getting a kick out of the show.

"Caden, let's go to your room. I'll do anything you want, just not here. Someone could see." I've done my share of wild things under his relentless blackmail, but this? This has to be his most outrageous demand yet.

"The second I step away from you, I'll be going to the cops, Mad. You have a chance here, take it. King won't be standing forever waiting for your mouth."

This is stupid.

I flinch at his words.

"You're a whore, Caden." I ground out, and with his gaze cast skyward and a mocking shake of his head, he pointed out, "You're the one on your knees."

"Fuck you," I mutter, the words heavy with defiance.

He only smirks nonchalantly. "Unzip my pants, baby."

"Don't call me that." I can't quite understand why I bother protesting when I'm already reaching for his zipper. The moment I pull it down, the monster springs forth, surprising me like a game of peekaboo. I jump at the sight of the visible reminder of the challenge I'm about to face. But Caden's hand presses firmly on my shoulder, anchoring me to my knees.

"Take it," he urges, his voice low and compelling. "Let that stubborn mouth bring me pleasure instead of provoking my anger."

I huff, my eyes flickering away from his gaze as I push back my hair, and bring the tip of his stern length to my mouth. Salty.

"Baby, do it like I know you're happy. What was it you said the other day? Just like normal couples do."

A bitter laugh escaped me at his pathetic attempt at example, a way to undermine me with my own words. "This is incredibly low, even for you," I shot back.

His head dipped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "Open your mouth wider for me."

It felt like a warning wrapped in menace.

I shoot him a furious glare, and he chuckles at it, the sound dark and unbothered. Whatever he took at the party had hardened more than just his gaze, his heart was probably rock stiff by now. His grip tightened in my hair, guiding me closer until there was no choice but to let him past my lips.

The discomfort was immediate. My chest tightened.

Breathe.

"Damn, easy," he rushed out, his body going rigid as my mouth struggled to handle even half of him.

"What do you want me to do?" I huffed in frustration, pulling it out just to speak. The corners of my mouth already felt sore, stretched to the limit. "I'm trying here," I say, exasperated by the discomfort.

If this is what I have to work with, how is something so... monstrous meant to fit in places so small and innocent on my body?

"Relax and go slow," he says, surprisingly calm as he guides it back in, quieting me. I try to follow his advice, loosening my hand grip too as he suggests. "Let it be a pleasure, not pain."

I would gladly show him real pain, if what was left of my dignity weren't preserved for my dad's prideful eyes, and right now, Caden is threatening it.

My hand wrapped less firmly around the base, moving in a slow, steady rhythm over the part my mouth couldn't take fully, while my lips pressed tighter, cheeks hollowing.

A low sigh escapes him.

I swear I am a whore.

"Fuck," he groans, his breathing quickening. His hand slid behind my head, guiding me, his hips pressing forward until I felt him at the very back of my throat. I gagged slightly, my tongue instinctively trying to push him away, but his grip stayed firm.

My attempt to voice out that I couldn't breathe faltered, spilling out as a broken, helpless whimper.

"Oh, Madison," I thought I heard him murmur, though his head had tipped back, eyes closed turned toward the dark sky. The rhythm of his thrusts was forceful and relentless, but my throat was helplessly taking every demanding beat.

After what felt like forever, I could feel the flush of oxygen slipping from my face. He didn't seem to notice, he finally pulled back, gripping his length in his hand and letting air into my lungs.

"Lick everywhere," he commanded, voice thick and breathless, fingers still tangled in my hair, sending a thrill through me. I hate how good it felt, even though it shouldn't.

I was fuming, glaring up at him, trying to inject sense into the part of me that was all too ready to succumb to whatever this was, which only made him chuckle. "Come on, if I could devour you, you shouldn't be upset about returning the favor. Do you see me sulking when I'm between your legs? I savor that sweet little pussy of yours like I'm its devoted servant. Think of it that way."

The smug bastard. He knows exactly what he is doing. I fight against the throbbing heat pooling between my legs, shooting him a glare to mask my blush, all while my hand continues to stroke the firm length beside my face.

"Lick my cock, Mad. I want to feel your tongue. Put that pretty mouth of yours to good use, and don't hold back." He squeezes my chin, tilting my head just enough to bring my mouth closer.

"Fuck you," I let out, letting my inner whore take over as I stuck out my tongue, tracing every inch with daring precision.

He chuckles at first, biting his bottom lip seductively, but soon a frown creases his forehead, his breathing quickening with anticipation.

Silence settles between us, punctuated only by his labored breaths, each one telling me I was doing something right. Everything I was doing started to feel easier, like a game, one where I pushed the limits to see just how far I could drive him wild.

When he thrust, I knew just when to hold my breath and gasp through the overwhelming rain and pressure in my mouth, even as the burn clawed at my throat.

My strokes improved, and I almost wanted to pat myself on the back.

If it weren't for the circumstances, I would have reveled in doing this to him, like those moments when we are alone and forget all about the consequences.