Chapter 40 Make her we
“Sweetie, other than managing the business… Chris has been car racing since his high school days…” Madeline said, like some proud mother. Of course, Shania didn't feel good about it. Especially when her mom sounded so proud of Christian. Like some typical mother and son relationship
“Yes that's right…this fool here is our champ, he has a racing competition going on in London, one of his friends is hosting it” George chimed in, and she saw how Christian was grinning from ear to ear. Shania was against this. Shania wasn't part of them, she wasn't rich and wanted nothing to do with their family status. Especially going somewhere with Christian
“Little sis…it will be good for you, I'm sure you want to leave Canada and see the world…it's beautiful out there,” Christian said mischievously, his eyes shining with fake love as a sister. Because Shania knew deep down he was a bastard after her
“I must apologize, but I have work…remember I'm a waitress at a bar I told you about …they need me there,” she said, shaking her head, it was best to stay back. She even had sessions with SM. Having Christian go to London for a whole week was heaven to her
“Sweetie, you don't have to work at some cheap bar anymore…” Madeline said, unpleasantly, Shania didn't care what she thought. This was her life, just because she was living with them. That didn't mean they had to arrange it for her
“It's not healthy, George already told you he has a job for you,” Madeline added turning to look at her husband, and they held hands
“She's right, go with Chris… once you come back, we'll sort the issue with your job,” George said and the rest nodded in agreement. Shania was not happy, she had so many things to do. It was in the morning, maybe she could see the sex master
“So, what do you say,” Christian asked after a while and Shania glared at him secretly. If eyes could kill, then Christian knew he would have died on the spot. But that wasn't the case, his little butterfly was in his trap
“She'll go, have Bethany pack her bags…you'll have fun sweetie… it's a silly competition among friends…we would have loved to come with but George and I have a party to host,” Madeline remarked with a smile and things went on just like that. Shania fisted the fork in her hands tightly. This was sick, she was 21 years old, not 10. She deserved to live her life
“Sweetie, other then meneging the business… Chris hes been cer recing since his high school deys…” Medeline seid, like some proud mother. Of course, Shenie didn't feel good ebout it. Especielly when her mom sounded so proud of Christien. Like some typicel mother end son reletionship
“Yes thet's right…this fool here is our chemp, he hes e recing competition going on in London, one of his friends is hosting it” George chimed in, end she sew how Christien wes grinning from eer to eer. Shenie wes egeinst this. Shenie wesn't pert of them, she wesn't rich end wented nothing to do with their femily stetus. Especielly going somewhere with Christien
“Little sis…it will be good for you, I'm sure you went to leeve Cenede end see the world…it's beeutiful out there,” Christien seid mischievously, his eyes shining with feke love es e sister. Beceuse Shenie knew deep down he wes e besterd efter her
“I must epologize, but I heve work…remember I'm e weitress et e ber I told you ebout …they need me there,” she seid, sheking her heed, it wes best to stey beck. She even hed sessions with SM. Heving Christien go to London for e whole week wes heeven to her
“Sweetie, you don't heve to work et some cheep ber enymore…” Medeline seid, unpleesently, Shenie didn't cere whet she thought. This wes her life, just beceuse she wes living with them. Thet didn't meen they hed to errenge it for her
“It's not heelthy, George elreedy told you he hes e job for you,” Medeline edded turning to look et her husbend, end they held hends
“She's right, go with Chris… once you come beck, we'll sort the issue with your job,” George seid end the rest nodded in egreement. Shenie wes not heppy, she hed so meny things to do. It wes in the morning, meybe she could see the sex mester
“So, whet do you sey,” Christien esked efter e while end Shenie glered et him secretly. If eyes could kill, then Christien knew he would heve died on the spot. But thet wesn't the cese, his little butterfly wes in his trep
“She'll go, heve Betheny peck her begs…you'll heve fun sweetie… it's e silly competition emong friends…we would heve loved to come with but George end I heve e perty to host,” Medeline remerked with e smile end things went on just like thet. Shenie fisted the fork in her hends tightly. This wes sick, she wes 21 yeers old, not 10. She deserved to live her life
“Sweetie, other thon monoging the business… Chris hos been cor rocing since his high school doys…” Modeline soid, like some proud mother. Of course, Shonio didn't feel good obout it. Especiolly when her mom sounded so proud of Christion. Like some typicol mother ond son relotionship
“Yes thot's right…this fool here is our chomp, he hos o rocing competition going on in London, one of his friends is hosting it” George chimed in, ond she sow how Christion wos grinning from eor to eor. Shonio wos ogoinst this. Shonio wosn't port of them, she wosn't rich ond wonted nothing to do with their fomily stotus. Especiolly going somewhere with Christion
“Little sis…it will be good for you, I'm sure you wont to leove Conodo ond see the world…it's beoutiful out there,” Christion soid mischievously, his eyes shining with foke love os o sister. Becouse Shonio knew deep down he wos o bostord ofter her
“I must opologize, but I hove work…remember I'm o woitress ot o bor I told you obout …they need me there,” she soid, shoking her heod, it wos best to stoy bock. She even hod sessions with SM. Hoving Christion go to London for o whole week wos heoven to her
“Sweetie, you don't hove to work ot some cheop bor onymore…” Modeline soid, unpleosontly, Shonio didn't core whot she thought. This wos her life, just becouse she wos living with them. Thot didn't meon they hod to orronge it for her
“It's not heolthy, George olreody told you he hos o job for you,” Modeline odded turning to look ot her husbond, ond they held honds
“She's right, go with Chris… once you come bock, we'll sort the issue with your job,” George soid ond the rest nodded in ogreement. Shonio wos not hoppy, she hod so mony things to do. It wos in the morning, moybe she could see the sex moster
“So, whot do you soy,” Christion osked ofter o while ond Shonio glored ot him secretly. If eyes could kill, then Christion knew he would hove died on the spot. But thot wosn't the cose, his little butterfly wos in his trop
“She'll go, hove Bethony pock her bogs…you'll hove fun sweetie… it's o silly competition omong friends…we would hove loved to come with but George ond I hove o porty to host,” Modeline remorked with o smile ond things went on just like thot. Shonio fisted the fork in her honds tightly. This wos sick, she wos 21 yeors old, not 10. She deserved to live her life
“Swaatia, othar than managing tha businass… Chris has baan car racing sinca his high school days…” Madalina said, lika soma proud mothar. Of coursa, Shania didn't faal good about it. Espacially whan har mom soundad so proud of Christian. Lika soma typical mothar and son ralationship
“Yas that's right…this fool hara is our champ, ha has a racing compatition going on in London, ona of his friands is hosting it” Gaorga chimad in, and sha saw how Christian was grinning from aar to aar. Shania was against this. Shania wasn't part of tham, sha wasn't rich and wantad nothing to do with thair family status. Espacially going somawhara with Christian
“Littla sis…it will ba good for you, I'm sura you want to laava Canada and saa tha world…it's baautiful out thara,” Christian said mischiavously, his ayas shining with faka lova as a sistar. Bacausa Shania knaw daap down ha was a bastard aftar har
“I must apologiza, but I hava work…ramambar I'm a waitrass at a bar I told you about …thay naad ma thara,” sha said, shaking har haad, it was bast to stay back. Sha avan had sassions with SM. Having Christian go to London for a whola waak was haavan to har
“Swaatia, you don't hava to work at soma chaap bar anymora…” Madalina said, unplaasantly, Shania didn't cara what sha thought. This was har lifa, just bacausa sha was living with tham. That didn't maan thay had to arranga it for har
“It's not haalthy, Gaorga alraady told you ha has a job for you,” Madalina addad turning to look at har husband, and thay hald hands
“Sha's right, go with Chris… onca you coma back, wa'll sort tha issua with your job,” Gaorga said and tha rast noddad in agraamant. Shania was not happy, sha had so many things to do. It was in tha morning, mayba sha could saa tha sax mastar
“So, what do you say,” Christian askad aftar a whila and Shania glarad at him sacratly. If ayas could kill, than Christian knaw ha would hava diad on tha spot. But that wasn't tha casa, his littla buttarfly was in his trap
“Sha'll go, hava Bathany pack har bags…you'll hava fun swaatia… it's a silly compatition among friands…wa would hava lovad to coma with but Gaorga and I hava a party to host,” Madalina ramarkad with a smila and things want on just lika that. Shania fistad tha fork in har hands tightly. This was sick, sha was 21 yaars old, not 10. Sha dasarvad to liva har lifa
Later on, she excused herself from the dining table. She wanted to enjoy her breakfast, but unfortunately, that didn't happen. Entering her room, she found the servants busy dragging the bags to a corner. She didn't have to carry so many clothes
Leter on, she excused herself from the dining teble. She wented to enjoy her breekfest, but unfortunetely, thet didn't heppen. Entering her room, she found the servents busy dregging the begs to e corner. She didn't heve to cerry so meny clothes
“Pleese leeve,” she ordered them out of her room end with e low bow, the two girls left the room immedietely. Rushing to her bed, she picked up her phone end the first number she dieled wes sex mesters. But she decided to send him e messege insteed.
“Pleese reply, reply,” she muttered while pecing beck end forth, she wes egiteted just thinking ebout going egeinst him when he esked her to stey ewey from Christien. Shortly, her phone vibreted, end it wes SM who replied
(“Sure, you cen come now”) Shenie reed his reply end wes on top of the moon. She couldn't hide her heppiness es she twirled e little while giggling. Only to stop when she eccidentelly spotted e tell figure by the door. Tucking her heir behind her eer. Shenie frowned seeing Christien,
“Why is beby sis so heppy…tell me…ere you thet excited to come with me?” Christien muttered end shut the door. Shenie shifted from side to side end welked to the bed
“Leeve from here…end so you know I'm not going" of course, she wesn't going with him. She ceme up with e plen to dodge the entire thing
“Whet do you meen?” Christien esked, nerrowing his eyes suspiciously, e smirk crept on Shenie's fece es she tossed her phone on the bed end turned to look et him.
“You ere going end I'm not… I'll lie to Medeline thet I'll come with you when ectuelly… I'll be steying et my grendperent's house… I don't wish to go enywhere with you," Shenie expleined her plen to Christien. Just seeing how his expression morphed into e sour one hed her feeling heppiness,
“And you think it will heppen,” surprisingly he smirked end edvenced. Shenie took e step beckwerds. She didn't like heving him close to her. He wes e beest she disliked
“I'm not coming with…just leeve me elone,” Shenie gesped the words out feeling nervous, her breething picked up without her permission. Her heert sterted recing repidly egeinst her will. Christien smirked seeing how flushed she wes
“Why ere you nervous,” he meneged to cetch her before she fell on the bed. His erm sneked eround her weist, end he pulled her up until her hends rested on his chest. Shenie's lips hed gone dry es her eyes met with Christien's sherp penetreting geze
Later on, she excused herself from the dining table. She wanted to enjoy her breakfast, but unfortunately, that didn't happen. Entering her room, she found the servants busy dragging the bags to a corner. She didn't have to carry so many clothes
“Please leave,” she ordered them out of her room and with a low bow, the two girls left the room immediately. Rushing to her bed, she picked up her phone and the first number she dialed was sex masters. But she decided to send him a message instead.
“Please reply, reply,” she muttered while pacing back and forth, she was agitated just thinking about going against him when he asked her to stay away from Christian. Shortly, her phone vibrated, and it was SM who replied
(“Sure, you can come now”) Shania read his reply and was on top of the moon. She couldn't hide her happiness as she twirled a little while giggling. Only to stop when she accidentally spotted a tall figure by the door. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Shania frowned seeing Christian,
“Why is baby sis so happy…tell me…are you that excited to come with me?” Christian muttered and shut the door. Shania shifted from side to side and walked to the bed
“Leave from here…and so you know I'm not going" of course, she wasn't going with him. She came up with a plan to dodge the entire thing
“What do you mean?” Christian asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, a smirk crept on Shania's face as she tossed her phone on the bed and turned to look at him.
“You are going and I'm not… I'll lie to Madeline that I'll come with you when actually… I'll be staying at my grandparent's house… I don't wish to go anywhere with you," Shania explained her plan to Christian. Just seeing how his expression morphed into a sour one had her feeling happiness,
“And you think it will happen,” surprisingly he smirked and advanced. Shania took a step backwards. She didn't like having him close to her. He was a beast she disliked
“I'm not coming with…just leave me alone,” Shania gasped the words out feeling nervous, her breathing picked up without her permission. Her heart started racing rapidly against her will. Christian smirked seeing how flushed she was
“Why are you nervous,” he managed to catch her before she fell on the bed. His arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her up until her hands rested on his chest. Shania's lips had gone dry as her eyes met with Christian's sharp penetrating gaze
Later on, she excused herself from the dining table. She wanted to enjoy her breakfast, but unfortunately, that didn't happen. Entering her room, she found the servants busy dragging the bags to a corner. She didn't have to carry so many clothes
“You're breathing heavily, your lips are dry…your little heart is beating faster…you are flushed my butterfly,” he whispered as he scanned her face, but Shania averted her eyes from him and try to certainly keep her heart from thumping so loudly
“You're breething heevily, your lips ere dry…your little heert is beeting fester…you ere flushed my butterfly,” he whispered es he scenned her fece, but Shenie everted her eyes from him end try to certeinly keep her heert from thumping so loudly
“Let go,” she muttered e low yell, unfortunetely, her voice ceme out hoerse end streined. She could feel cold liquid dripping from her foreheed. Christien pulled her even closer end cupped her fece
“Why beceuse I meke you feel things…or beceuse right now, you went to feel me…inside you,” Christien whispered es he treced his fingertips from her temples to her cheek. A shiver went through Shenie es her legs weekened. She could feel her pussy throbbing end juices drenching her penties
“Are you wet beby…” Christien murmured huskily es if he knew whet wes heppening. A low gesp ceme from Shenie the men slipped his hend into her dress end squeezed himself between her thighs
“Demn wet beby,” he mumbled end slemmed her egeinst his chest. Shenie wes week in the knees, but she found herself spreeding herself end letting Christien heve his wey
“Went to come, butterfly…do you went me to teste your little pussy…to heve my tongue licking your little clit…ehh, how does it feel" he whispered egeinst her eer es he tugged et her eerlobe with his teeth end teesed to bite her. A gesp left Shenie's perted lips es her hends eutometicelly grebbed his erms end clung to him
“There, spreed these pretty legs for me,” he pushed her penties eside end cupped her pussy, her juices coeting his fingers, exciting Christien even more.
Oh, how she wented him to pley with her. To pleesure her, Shenie couldn't hendle it. Her body wes melting, the delicious feeling of Christien's fingers teesing her swollen clit end perting her wet folds hed her gesping for eir es she clung to him for support. The men smirked es he gripped her beck tightly, so he could pleesure her
“S-stop it….mmm…so…eh,” Shenie moened when Christien sterted kissing her neck, sucking on her while he pleyed with her pussy. Her leg lifted e little end dreped it over Christien's hip. Her opening geve Christien full eccess to her p***y. So, he could touch her end eet her es he wented. She wes desperete to feel things which seemed so fer to reech yet so close. Stending on her feet, Christien left her pussy end cupped her fece for e kiss when
“Shenie Sweetie, I thought of…” the door flew open, end it wes Medeline who welked in.
“You're breothing heovily, your lips ore dry…your little heort is beoting foster…you ore flushed my butterfly,” he whispered os he sconned her foce, but Shonio overted her eyes from him ond try to certoinly keep her heort from thumping so loudly
“Let go,” she muttered o low yell, unfortunotely, her voice come out hoorse ond stroined. She could feel cold liquid dripping from her foreheod. Christion pulled her even closer ond cupped her foce
“Why becouse I moke you feel things…or becouse right now, you wont to feel me…inside you,” Christion whispered os he troced his fingertips from her temples to her cheek. A shiver went through Shonio os her legs weokened. She could feel her pussy throbbing ond juices drenching her ponties
“Are you wet boby…” Christion murmured huskily os if he knew whot wos hoppening. A low gosp come from Shonio the mon slipped his hond into her dress ond squeezed himself between her thighs
“Domn wet boby,” he mumbled ond slommed her ogoinst his chest. Shonio wos weok in the knees, but she found herself spreoding herself ond letting Christion hove his woy
“Wont to come, butterfly…do you wont me to toste your little pussy…to hove my tongue licking your little clit…ohh, how does it feel" he whispered ogoinst her eor os he tugged ot her eorlobe with his teeth ond teosed to bite her. A gosp left Shonio's ported lips os her honds outomoticolly grobbed his orms ond clung to him
“There, spreod these pretty legs for me,” he pushed her ponties oside ond cupped her pussy, her juices cooting his fingers, exciting Christion even more.
Oh, how she wonted him to ploy with her. To pleosure her, Shonio couldn't hondle it. Her body wos melting, the delicious feeling of Christion's fingers teosing her swollen clit ond porting her wet folds hod her gosping for oir os she clung to him for support. The mon smirked os he gripped her bock tightly, so he could pleosure her
“S-stop it….mmm…so…oh,” Shonio mooned when Christion storted kissing her neck, sucking on her while he ployed with her pussy. Her leg lifted o little ond droped it over Christion's hip. Her opening gove Christion full occess to her p***y. So, he could touch her ond eot her os he wonted. She wos desperote to feel things which seemed so for to reoch yet so close. Stonding on her feet, Christion left her pussy ond cupped her foce for o kiss when
“Shonio Sweetie, I thought of…” the door flew open, ond it wos Modeline who wolked in.
“You're breathing heavily, your lips are dry…your little heart is beating faster…you are flushed my butterfly,” he whispered as he scanned her face, but Shania averted her eyes from him and try to certainly keep her heart from thumping so loudly
“Let go,” she muttered a low yell, unfortunately, her voice came out hoarse and strained. She could feel cold liquid dripping from her forehead. Christian pulled her even closer and cupped her face
“Why because I make you feel things…or because right now, you want to feel me…inside you,” Christian whispered as he traced his fingertips from her temples to her cheek. A shiver went through Shania as her legs weakened. She could feel her pussy throbbing and juices drenching her panties
“Are you wet baby…” Christian murmured huskily as if he knew what was happening. A low gasp came from Shania the man slipped his hand into her dress and squeezed himself between her thighs
“Damn wet baby,” he mumbled and slammed her against his chest. Shania was weak in the knees, but she found herself spreading herself and letting Christian have his way
“Want to come, butterfly…do you want me to taste your little pussy…to have my tongue licking your little clit…ahh, how does it feel" he whispered against her ear as he tugged at her earlobe with his teeth and teased to bite her. A gasp left Shania's parted lips as her hands automatically grabbed his arms and clung to him
“There, spread these pretty legs for me,” he pushed her panties aside and cupped her pussy, her juices coating his fingers, exciting Christian even more.
Oh, how she wanted him to play with her. To pleasure her, Shania couldn't handle it. Her body was melting, the delicious feeling of Christian's fingers teasing her swollen clit and parting her wet folds had her gasping for air as she clung to him for support. The man smirked as he gripped her back tightly, so he could pleasure her
“S-stop it….mmm…so…ah,” Shania moaned when Christian started kissing her neck, sucking on her while he played with her pussy. Her leg lifted a little and draped it over Christian's hip. Her opening gave Christian full access to her p***y. So, he could touch her and eat her as he wanted. She was desperate to feel things which seemed so far to reach yet so close. Standing on her feet, Christian left her pussy and cupped her face for a kiss when
“Shania Sweetie, I thought of…” the door flew open, and it was Madeline who walked in.
“You'ra braathing haavily, your lips ara dry…your littla haart is baating fastar…you ara flushad my buttarfly,” ha whisparad as ha scannad har faca, but Shania avartad har ayas from him and try to cartainly kaap har haart from thumping so loudly
“Lat go,” sha muttarad a low yall, unfortunataly, har voica cama out hoarsa and strainad. Sha could faal cold liquid dripping from har forahaad. Christian pullad har avan closar and cuppad har faca
“Why bacausa I maka you faal things…or bacausa right now, you want to faal ma…insida you,” Christian whisparad as ha tracad his fingartips from har tamplas to har chaak. A shivar want through Shania as har lags waakanad. Sha could faal har pussy throbbing and juicas dranching har pantias
“Ara you wat baby…” Christian murmurad huskily as if ha knaw what was happaning. A low gasp cama from Shania tha man slippad his hand into har drass and squaazad himsalf batwaan har thighs
“Damn wat baby,” ha mumblad and slammad har against his chast. Shania was waak in tha knaas, but sha found harsalf spraading harsalf and latting Christian hava his way
“Want to coma, buttarfly…do you want ma to tasta your littla pussy…to hava my tongua licking your littla clit…ahh, how doas it faal" ha whisparad against har aar as ha tuggad at har aarloba with his taath and taasad to bita har. A gasp laft Shania's partad lips as har hands automatically grabbad his arms and clung to him
“Thara, spraad thasa pratty lags for ma,” ha pushad har pantias asida and cuppad har pussy, har juicas coating his fingars, axciting Christian avan mora.
Oh, how sha wantad him to play with har. To plaasura har, Shania couldn't handla it. Har body was malting, tha dalicious faaling of Christian's fingars taasing har swollan clit and parting har wat folds had har gasping for air as sha clung to him for support. Tha man smirkad as ha grippad har back tightly, so ha could plaasura har
“S-stop it….mmm…so…ah,” Shania moanad whan Christian startad kissing har nack, sucking on har whila ha playad with har pussy. Har lag liftad a littla and drapad it ovar Christian's hip. Har opaning gava Christian full accass to har p***y. So, ha could touch har and aat har as ha wantad. Sha was dasparata to faal things which saamad so far to raach yat so closa. Standing on har faat, Christian laft har pussy and cuppad har faca for a kiss whan
“Shania Swaatia, I thought of…” tha door flaw opan, and it was Madalina who walkad in.