Ch.5

Mac's house was a four walled piece of shit box painted white several years ago and in desperate need of a new coat. To the right of the should be condemned home, Mac had a half assed cage built out of metal fencing, chicken wire and plywood around the bottom. Inside of the cage, Mac's dog Beast was pacing back and forth watching their truck pull into the drive before leaping at his fence and barking madly. The animal leapt at its fence, dragging himself nearly through the bars, but his large body stayed suspended.

Charlotte looked to her brother with a pout, "Can we bring him in tonight Mac?" Her wide blue-grey eyes displayed her eagerness and the clasped hands held under her chin were innocent. It didn't stop Mac from snarling at her.

"Fuck no," he snapped, opening his door and stepping out of the truck. Charlotte followed suit, meeting him at the front of the truck. "The last thing I need his that mutt marking his territory on my shit." Even as he said it, Mac knew Charlotte was going to bring the dog inside.

"You're such an ass," she grumbled. He watched her sashay over to the gate and immediately the dog settled, recognizing the scent of his owner. He lay on his stomach showing compliance, but not subservient. With a cocky smile, Charlotte released the latch on the gate, grabbing Beast's collar as soon as he stepped out. The dog's neck came to her hip, so she didn't have to bend over as she started for the front door. "C'mon baby," she cooed lovingly, "Let's go get you some food." Mac couldn't believe Charlotte like the stupid animal. He'd thought for sure it'd scare her when he brought it home, but she'd instantly launched herself at it and even went as far as training it when Mac wasn't around. He, on the other hand, was mean to the dog, hoping that it would be useful and be a good guard dog that he could take to the canyons. Instead, it became a guard dog for the house, cause it couldn't be let loose without it running off.

"How do you expect him to be a good attack dog if you fatten him up and make him lazy?" Charlotte ignored her brother's sour tone, leading the way into the house.

The inside was only slightly better than out, thanks mostly to Charlotte's cleanliness and to Mac's lack of unneeded possessions. The living room, where they came in, had a few empty beer bottles and half full whiskey bottles, there was a shirt thrown over the back of the chair and a small layer of dust collecting on the coffee and end table. The kitchen was the same-minus the clothes and dust-however there was now dog food around the floor as Charlotte attempted to pour the industrial size bag of Kibble, which outweighed her by several pounds, into Beast's dog bowl. There was a stack of bills on the counter for him to look over, an empty pizza box to be thrown out and a few dishes in the sink for Charlotte to clean. All that aside, it was nice enough.

Mac left his girl to her own, going down the short hall to their room to change while she worked up an idea for dinner. The bed with adjoining bathroom was by-far the cleanest, both being absolutely spotless until Mac discarded the days shirt and wife beater to the floor. He kicked off his boots at the door on his way back to the kitchen.

Charlotte was on the floor, the dog licking at her cheek and neck. Mae felt the stirring as his blood flow redirected south. It shouldn't have turned him on, but it did. Seeing her, on her hands and knees, those lips curled in a smile. She didn't even realize the dog was trying to get to her back, his pointed tip appearing every time he humped forward against her arm.

She didn't realize it wanted to rut, not play.

Mac leaned against the door frame, watching, wondering.

He could help the dog out; someone should be able to get off at least. But would she do it? Her shirt lifted with the dog's pawing, exposing the bruises he'd given her in the truck bed. Of course she would. That was the whole premise of their relationship. She'd do whatever he told her.

Without question.

Without regret.

Without contempt.

Mac's lips curled up in a sick smile. He could make her do whatever the fuck he wanted her too.

And he would start tonight.

"Lottie," Mac called, she looked at him cocking her head in question. Mac crooked his finger, pushing his shoulder off the door frame. "C'mere." Slowly, she pushed the dog away and crawled a few paces toward him before working her way onto her feet. Mac held his hand out, drawing her into an embrace and kissing her temple. Charlotte moved with him, turning her head as he moved down until he was nipping at her jaw. She whined, absorbing his affection like a sponge. It was such a rare thing that he acted like this. Her back arched, hips moving in a subtle grind.

"Do you love me?" he asked, voice gravely and appealing. Charlotte nodded rapidly, eyes pleading as his left hand slid to the apex between her thighs. "You'd do anything I say?"

"Yes!" Her reply was instant and breathy; honesty and arousal were a heady combination. Mac gave a Cheshire cat grin, rotating them to press her into the wall. There was no space between them; he continued to ground her hips to his using his free hand on her ass to guide her movements.

"Yeah?" he whispered, "Go to the couch and strip for me," he demanded, soft kisses between words. Charlotte leaned into his touch and in a flash it was gone. Mac shoved her toward the living room. She stumbled, barely catching herself before she hit the unforgiving ground. Steadying herself she stared at her brother with wide eyes. She was concerned now, they'd played before, petting and kissing and even her giving him head, but he'd never been so…like this before.

"Mac-" he caught her jaw, pushing away from the wall, making a shushing noise.

"Thought you said you loved me." All playfulness was gone; the mirth in her eyes was replaced with a hint of apprehension with each squeeze of his hand. "Didn't you just say you'd do anything for me?" His blue-grey eyes turned icy, glaring down at her identical pair.

"I did—I do, Mac, but Walter said-" Mac shushed her again, sliding his hand around her throat. His grip tightened as he spoke.

"I'm not gonna break any of Walter's fucking rules." Again Charlotte whimpered, nodding her head once against his grip. Tears were coming to her eyes; she could feel them and tried to blink them away. She hated when Mac got like this. She'd witnessed this behavior with other women in the town, but he'd never go so far past the point of sweet pleasure/pain. "You gonna do what I say, bitch, or do you need a reminder of who you belong to?"

Charlotte's small hand clasped around Mac's wrist pulling softly, "Okay," her murmured reply was near music to Mac's ears.

"Atta girl." His hand came away with a small urging toward the living room. Charlotte didn't stumble this time. The fridge opened behind her, bottles clinking and then Mac was with her, flopping down on the couch.

She didn't make it a show, just removed layers until she stood before him in her bra and underwear-nothing flashy, simple cotton-and then she waited in silence, arms wrapped around her stomach, for Mac's next order. He took his time, soaking up her discomfort and sipping his beer. His eyes moved up and down her lithe frame, the perfect combination of soft woman and tight flesh. She was shaking now, under his scrutiny, and he loved it because the fear that was in her eyes before was being quickly replaced by arousal. Mac figured there was a shit eating grin on his face, the power he felt at the moment was so invigorating just watching her now, imagining what he was about to make her do, had him painfully hard. Every time she flicked her eyes up and her plush lips turned down into a frown before being pulled between her teeth, just made waiting even more difficult.

But it would all be worthwhile soon.

"You want some?" Mac tilted the bottle at her. His look told her it wasn't really a question but an urging to come to him. Charlotte took a small step but Mac snapped, "crawl." And she fell to her knees almost instantly. If she was good than whatever he had planned would be good for her too, if she kept being disobedient though, the outcome would be…unpleasant. As she moved forward on her hands and knees, she despised the dark smirk of power and control on his lips. Even more, she hated the way her insides twisted and squeezed so pleasurably at that look. Charlotte made her way between his legs, coming up on her knees.

In the kitchen, Mac watched Beast perk up from the floor, eyeing the bitch wagging her ass at his level with interest. Charlotte tugged to bottle from his hand, bringing his eyes back to her level. He watched as she placed the bottle against her lip, tilting her head back to show her throat working to swallow what she drank down. His hands came down to her hips, rubbing circles into her slightly jutted pelvis with the rough pads of his thumbs. The motion wasn't soothing or soft, but gooseflesh erupted over her skin anyway. As she drank, Mac kept his lips firmly planted on the soft skin of her neck, moving up to her jaw then running his tongue back down as she swallowed again. When the drink was empty, Charlotte set it behind her on the coffee table and, in a moment of dominance, captured his lips with hers. She moaned and whimpered, placing her hands on top of his and pressing his thumbs harder. This was the side he'd unleashed the first time he'd touched her in the privacy of the booth hidden in the back of Walter's bar. Mac liked this on occasion, the restless sex kitten that attacked him in the middle of the night, or when they were alone in the canyon. He couldn't wait until she was sixteen and he could really enjoy her the way he wanted.

He noticed, when she pulled away to catch her breath, that the bandana she'd slid into her hair was still in place. When the heat in her calmed, he curled his fingers around the material and pulled it over her eyes. Instantly she went to remove it completely, but he stopped her.

"Leave it." He pushed her hands down, "Stay," he demanded. She felt him stand, moving around her. She heard the coffee table move across the carpet, the soft shoos sound filling the room. He was back, shifting her between his legs a bit before catching her lips roughly and snatching her wrist, positioning it over the bulge in his jeans. He maneuvered her fingers to unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He arched, pushing the offending article enough to release his cock. Charlotte didn't fight as he wrapped her hand around the appendage. Bottom lip suckled between her teeth, she looked fascinated with the pulsing against her hand. Though it wasn't the first time she'd ever seen-or touched-him in such a way, she always held that air of innocents when he initiated the play. It helped that her eyes were covered; Mac had heard that losing one sense enhanced all the others.

It didn't take long for her to take control, he'd taught her what he liked and she was pretty good. He didn't have to guide her hand; instead he leaned back and enjoyed the sensations for just long enough to get him close. Beast was slowly creeping closer to the action, watching with rapt interest as Charlotte worked her magic. Vaguely Mac wondered if, if the mutt could think, he imagined Lottie's hand around his own prick. But Charlotte's mouth came down on the head of his cock and he stopped thinking entirely. Mac groaned deeply, the blindfold blocked his view of her eyes, but he knew she was staring at him. She swallowed him down easily, hitting the back of her throat each time she came forward. She was eager, going down on him with ardent. As good as she was with her hands, little Lottie was fucking perfect with her mouth.

Mac caught her hair in his fist, shoving her down repeatedly. She gagged, but moaned and kept going, sending vibrations through Mac's body. He looked again to the dog that was now standing and pacing in the kitchen, claws making distinct clicking sounds. Beast raised his head, inhaling deeply, and more of his pointed prick slid out. Girl must smell good.

Mac used his free hand to reach down charlotte's body, ripping the thin cotton thong from her small hips. She gasped and tried to jerk back, Mac held her firmly in place, tossing the damp fabric to the animal. Beast snatched it in his jowls growling, licking, sniffing and panting over the treat. Mac brought his attention back to his rising orgasm. He loved to watch Charlotte choke on his cum, but he didn't want to spend too soon. As coils started in his stomach, Mac knew he couldn't let her stop though; instead he pushed down on her head to keep her going. She got him closer and closer until, with one soft scrape of teeth he came, shooting his load down her throat en mass.

He let her pull back when the spurts stopped. Charlotte took large gulps of air, coughing as the sticky substance coated her throat. When her face looked a little less red, Mac leaned into her.

"We're gonna play a little game," he whispered, like it was some big secret, "I think you're gonna like it." He helped her to the opposite side of the coffee table, positioning her with her arms bracing her body on the table, ass pushed out toward the dog. Her body tensed in anticipation, Mac removed his hands, taking a few steps back.

"Mac," she whined softly "don't tease." Mac chuckled.

"Don't worry, girl." Mac snapped his fingers. Beast bounded forward stopping just close enough to shove his snout in her crotch. The force of the dog pushed Charlotte forward, digging her stomach into the edge of the table. She let out a yelp that was quickly tiled by a moan as the dog worked his tongue into her silk channel. "You like that?" Mac taunted, watching the dog flick its tongue up and down the length of her sweet cunt. Charlotte whined softly arching her back. "You do like it! You disgusting little whore!" Mac barked, laughing loudly. The change was instant.

Charlotte's body tensed, she wriggled suddenly seeming terrified. She pushed her body up and dislodged the exuberant dog. Fuck Mac realized his words had been taken wrong. Her whimpers weren't from pleasure; her body shaking wasn't from orgasmic bliss. She flinched when the dog came around, licking at other parts of exposed flesh. Her whole body was stiff and withdrawn. If he wanted this to continue, he'd have to fix what he'd done.

Time to test how far she'd go.

For him.

"Hey, hey, hey," Mac sat down on the table in front of her, snapping his fingers for the dog to heel. "You liked it, c'mon." He leaned forward, kissing her temple, cheek and resting on the corner of her lips. His hands rubbed her sides, fingers slipping under her bra, caressing the smooth flesh. He could feel the resistance in her tense body and he pressed harder. His other hand slid down to pull her closer. His mouth caught hers, forcing his tongue inside the warm cavern. The front clasp of her bra gave under his fingers, baring the globes of flesh to him. It didn't take long for him to make her malleable under his ministrations, and when she was he pulled away.

"Try it again." Charlotte tensed a fraction of what he'd just relieved, and for a moment he thought he'd have to continue with his coaxing. Mac placed his hand over her shaved cunt. "Charlotte," he drew out her name, stroking her clit with the tip of his rough finger. She sucked in a harsh breath, arching her back to urge his finger deeper. His free hand braced on her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver and flex.

"Mac I-" her throat constricted, turning her next words into guttural scream as Mac slid two rough fingers as deep into her channel as they could go. The pads of the digits stroked the spongy wall, wracking her body with shivers as he touched that spot inside her.

"Do it for me," he urged, sliding his thumb over her clit. His lips moved up, resting against her ear. "Let me watch him shove his cock in you. I want to see him fuck you like I want to." His words and the twisting of his fingers inside her sent a zing of electricity through her abdomen. Charlotte came hard on her brother's fingers. He smiled darkly, pulling his fingers out and placing them on her lips. Her tongue flicked out, tasting herself on his fingers. He sat back, watching as she came down from her high, suckling his fingers wantonly.

"Beast could give you a few more of those if you let him." Her eyes flashed with heat, "you felt what he could do with his tongue, imagine what his cock can do." He could see the walls crumbling in her pewter eyes.

"He'd won."

Releasing his fingers, Charlotte slumped forward, nuzzling Mac's hard stomach. Slowly, her arm came up, patting the small of her back gently.

"C'mere Beast."