He spun her around, pressing her against the counter once more, his hands roaming over her body with a boldness that left her breathless. "Jack, stop," she whispered, her voice weak. But he ignored her, his fingers sliding down to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly to reveal her thighs. Rina felt a surge of panic as he pressed a hand between her legs, his touch both rough and deliberate. She was wet, despite herself, and the realization only deepened her shame.
"See, Aunty?" he said, his voice laced with triumph. "You want this. You've always wanted it." He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, but it wasn't a kiss—it was a taunt, a reminder of the power he now held. Rina closed her eyes, tears pricking at the corners as she tried to process what was happening. This wasn't Jack, the nephew she'd known and loved. This was someone else entirely, someone dark and dangerous.
With a swift motion, he lifted her onto the counter, her bound wrists pressing into the cold granite. She whimpered, her legs dangling helplessly as he stepped between them, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. Rina felt exposed, vulnerable, her breath coming in short gasps as he leaned in, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't do this."
But Jack only laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent a chill down her spine. "Too late, Aunty," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You're mine now." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a length of rope, and quickly bound her ankles to the legs of the counter, ensuring she couldn't move. Rina struggled, her body arching as she tried to free herself, but it was no use. She was completely at his mercy.
Jack stepped back, his eyes raking over her bound form with undisguised hunger. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a chest toned and lean, his movements deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Rina's heart pounded in her chest, her fear mingling with a strange, unsettling arousal she couldn't deny.
He approached her once more, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her, his erection hard and insistent against her stomach. "You're going to take it, Aunty," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Every inch of it." Rina closed her eyes, her body trembling as he reached down, his fingers slipping between her folds, teasing her, tormenting her. She was wetter now, her body responding despite her mind's protests.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice hoarse. But Jack only smirked, his fingers circling her clit before pulling away, leaving her aching and desperate. He stepped back, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate movements, his eyes never leaving hers. Rina's breath caught as he freed himself, his cock thick and throbbing, a sight that both terrified and aroused her.
"Look at me, Aunty," he commanded, his voice firm. Rina opened her eyes, meeting his gaze as he gripped her hips once more, positioning himself at her entrance. "This is what you've always wanted," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I'm going to give it to you."
With a swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. Rina cried out, her head falling back as her body stretched to accommodate him. It hurt, but it was a pain mixed with pleasure, a sensation so intense it left her reeling. Jack groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, each one driving her closer to the edge.