Chapter 67: Chapter 67

JUNE

My heart hammered in my chest at those words, said seriously with weight on them. It felt as if my heart was about to lunge out of my chest.

I slowly raised my head to look at him, noting how serious he looked. The set of lines on his face, and how he sat up straight, made me know that whatever he wished to say must be serious.

“What is it?” I asked in a gentle tone, trying not to let my emotions show.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair once more as he nervously tapped his right foot on the floor.

Just like me, he looked uneasy. I could tell from how his hands shook and the occasional large gulps he took.

What could be this crucial that he has to look anxious? Could it be that he's trying to break up with me?

But that can't be possible. For a breakup to happen, we must have been dating. And the last time I checked, we weren't dating. We only had a mad, crazy fuck last night and this morning before he went to work.

We don't—

“What are we?” he slowly asked, sounding like he was afraid of the answer.

I turned in shock at his questions. None of the mad guesses I made came close to the question.

“Uncle and niece?” I tried.

“Besides that. What are we, June?” He turned to look at me, locking his eyes with my nervous ones.

I gulped at the serious stare before I averted my gaze. “Are…. We… You…. Didn't… But…. I….” I swallowed, thinking of the right way to answer his question because I knew he was waiting for it. Are we dating? I wanted to ask but thought more about it.

Instead of answering his questions, I decided to give him one. “What are we, uncle?”

He groaned, placing his palm over his eyes, looking tired and older. “I don't even know the right answer to that, June. You tell me.” He removed his palm from his eyes and focused on me once more. “What am I to you? Do you only wish to be with me because of the forbidden thrill you get from the relationship? Is this just a phase to you?”

Though his face was expressionless, I could hear the nervousness in that voice. He sounded scared.

“No, it's not.” I shook my head. “I love you, Uncle. More than a niece should love her uncle,” I truthfully said, staring into his eyes, and hoping he saw the sincerity in those brown orbs.

He placed both hands on my face and leaned down, “I want you to know what you are talking about, June. I don't want….” He paused, taking a deep breath. “I want you to know what you are getting into by saying all this.”

“I know, Uncle. Do you think I care about anything?” I scoffed, “I don't care about anything but you.”

“I'm a pervert, Doll. A man who inflicts pain on others to have pleasure,” he said, trying to get me to think twice about getting involved with me.

“And you think I don't know?” I laughed at that, “Funny of you to think that when I've watched you fuck whores before.”

He winced at those words, “Sorry, doll. You weren't meant to see those.”

“I know.” I raised my hands and touched his left cheek, rubbing my right thumb on it. “You don't have to worry about me, Kristin. I know what I'm getting myself into. I'm a big girl.”

He smiled, only for it to freeze, “What if you find someone you love? Someone you will wish to spend your entire life with? What happens to me then?”

“That won't be possible.” I took his hand and placed his palm on my chest, right above my heart. “Can you feel it beating, uncle?” I smiled at him, biting my bottom lip, “This heart only beats for you.”

“Come.”

He rose from the couch and took my hand in his. I followed suit, allowing him to lead me by the hand towards his room.

My legs shook, not in fear, but excitement. I was anxious about what he had planned for me. Who knows, tonight will be the night he finally uses his toys on me.

He opened the door to his room and tugged me in, closing the door behind him. He let go of my hand and strode towards his closet.

I watched him, gulping as I tried to keep my excitement in check.

Fuck.

I've not felt half as anxious as I do now. Not even last night can top the chart when it came to what I was feeling right that instant.

He returned with his hands full of the toys I always see him use on those whores.

Desire pooled between my legs, soaking my panties. I had to rub my thighs against each other to ease the discomfort I felt down there. Seeing those leather and silicone things aroused me.

What the damned hell.

Don't tell me I'm a sadist.

Hah!

What a funny thing. A masochist uncle and a sadist niece. We make a good team of psychos.

He deposited the toys on the bed before he turned to look at me, taking me in from head to toe before he smiled, “So?”

“Do you think seeing those things scares me?” I folded my arms with my brows raised in challenge.

“You don't know what you are getting yourself into. You are playing with fire, doll,” he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. “A very deadly fire.”

I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display… Maybe deadly will do for now.

“I don't care about getting burned by it, uncle,” I closed the distance between us and knelt in front of him, placing my hand on the zip of his trousers. “Will you use your toys on me, tonight?” I asked, shivering in anticipation of the night.

I have long had this desire to feel my uncle spank my arse. I want him to use his whips on me, treat me like a whore, and fuck my brains out after that.

He leaned down with a smile, slowly shaking his head, “I will make love to you, Doll. You are not ready. I'm afraid I might break you.”