be afraid of the dark.

Brooklyn froze in her steps when Ben's arm shot out to stop her from leaving the room. She swallowed, opening her mouth to protest but she didn't know what to even say. She could only stare at his arm until her grabbed her shoulders and forced her back toward the counter. Brooklyn wanted to protest, wanted to say something but she was at a loss for words as he set her hands on the cool marble of the counter.

She shivered as he pushed her shorts down but still, she was convinced that Ben was just going to spank her. Right? He couldn't possibly try anything more. What little reassurance that she'd had disappeared when Ben's hands settled between her thighs and he forced them apart. Even despite her trying to keep her thighs closed, her strength was nothing compared to Ben's.

Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head slightly. Her breathe caught in the back of her throat as he leaned against her. Brooklyn was trying so desperately to find her courage but then Ben's fingers teased against her lips and whatever courage she had, it disappeared to nothing at all. "I-I.. Ben. No," she whimpered, shaking her head. Brooklyn dropped her head forward, not wanting to watch what was happening to her in the mirror.

"Please," she whimpered. "I-I.. I'm sorry," Brooklyn tried again to find her voice. "C-C'mon. Can't we just.. just go back to bed? Ben? please?"

@ castle.
Just listening to Brooklyn caused a small smirk to spread across Ben's lips. He was enjoying this a little bit too much. He wanted to only embarrass her beyond compare, but, this was becoming way to damn fun for him. All of Brooks little please for his to stop, all of her little fidgeting movements. Ah, they were all oh so adorable to watch. Knowing that she was uncomfortable because of him was becoming quite an interesting feeling.

"I believe I asked you a question, Brooklyn," Ben said calmly, ignoring her begging for him to stop. Ben brushed his fingers against her folds once more, wanting to watch her reaction to him touching her once more through the mirror that was in front of them. "Look up Brook, I want you to watch this, I want you to see the faces you make when you're getting touched by a man."

Slowly, Ben ran his tongue over his lips. His hand that was between her legs, moved to slowly brush over her clit. Ben's eyes focused on the mirror as he watched to see how she'd react. Then, he'd slowly start to swirl the tip of his finger over the sensitive part of her body. He could feel the warmth growing between her legs, even if she didn't want it to. He knew that she was slowly starting to enjoy this.

Brooklyn felt a chill run down her spine when Ben ignored her efforts to convince him to go back to the bed. His tone had her afraid because she was quickly realizing that even worse was about to happen to her. She didn't think that there was anything else that she could do to stop this. Jumping when his fingers brushed against her lips, she shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look up. She didn't want to see the faces she was making, she didn't want to acknowledge the reactions that Ben was forcing out of her body.

She let out a sharp whimper when Ben's fingers teased her clit. Brooklyn whined, pressing closer to the counter. As far away from Ben as she could get but that didn't really matter, there wasn't anywhere that she could go. Biting down on the inside of her lip, Brooklyn turned her face away from the mirror. She reached up, wiping at the tears that threatened to fall.

"P-Please.. Please. Ben... Don't.. s-stop. Please," Brooklyn protested, squirming in her spot in an effort to be able to close her legs. She wanted to get away from his touch but that didn't seem to matter. Every time that she twisted or turned, Ben's hand was still right there. Brooklyn hung her head, her shoulders pulling together as she tried desperately to keep herself calm. She was trying to think of a different way out of this but she couldn't seem to do anything.

"Stop!" Brooklyn demanded sharply. She straightened as much as she could, still refusing to do as Ben had told her to. "I.. I-I'll tell Mom. Everything. And she'll be so angry with you if you don't," she hissed, deciding that even if she did tell her mother, the trouble she would be in was nothing compared to what Ben would be in.

@ castle.
A small sigh escaped from Ben as he stopped his teasing of Brooklyn's body to look up at her. His face void of any emotion as he listened to her plead for him to stop. His right eyebrow arching ever so slightly. "Tell her what Brook?" Ben asked as he tilted his head ever so slightly. "That you came onto me in the bathroom and practically stripped yourself for me? Begged for me to touch you?" He let out a snort.

Standing up straight, Ben placed both of his hands on either side of Brook's hips as he leaned forward. Pressing his bare chest against her clothed back. The rim of his sweats pressing against her, and his clothed hardened dick pressed against her bare behind. "I think your mother would hate that her daughter is drawn to her boyfriend." Ben looked Brook in the eyes as he spoke, watching her reactions.

Then, his right hand moved down once more to gently stroke her folds once more. He did that for a couple of times more before he slowly slipped a finger into her tight core. "Hmm, someone's good and wet." He mused, letting out a small chuckle. "You might be complaining about this, but your body seems to love it."

Brooklyn breathed a small sigh of relief when Ben pulled away from her. She was convinced that she had somehow managed to win this little battle. That Ben was going to leave her alone and that this was all going to end. She was going to be able to completely forget that this was even happening. But then he was speaking and her stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot. "B-But.." she choked, looking up for the first time. Her eyes locked with his and she shuddered, fear settling in her. "That.. That.. it's n-not what happened!" She cried out, her bottom lip wobbling as Ben pressed himself against her.

Her tears started falling when she felt his dick pressing against her. Broooklyn shook her head, trying to push his hands away from her hips. "I-I.. I don't!" She tried to protest, her head dropping back against his shoulder when she felt his fingers teasing her again. Brooklyn sobbed, her breathe catching in her throat when he pressed his finger inside of her.

"Please. I'll.. I c-can.. I'll..." she choked, trying to find some sort of way out of this. Brooklyn wasn't experienced. She had been telling the truth when she said she had never been touched or even explored herself. The most she had ever done was kiss Connor.. just a few short hours ago. "Touch y-you.. but please.. s-stop. Don't.. don't touch me."

@ castle.
A small hum escaped from Ben as he listened to Brooklyn's pleading. She really needed to learn to watch her behavior around him, and all of this begging was starting to get old. Very fast. So, licking his lips slowly, Ben let out a small sigh as he looked Brook in the eyes through the mirror and made sure she looked at him before he started to speak or do anything else for that matter.

"Brook, do you even know how to touch a man?" Ben asked her, his right eyebrow arching as he waited for her response. Meanwhile, his finger that he pushed into her slowly started to move at an agonizingly slow pace. "Have you watched porn before? Do you even know how to please yourself or what happens when you feel good touching yourself or someone else?" He stopped talking as he waited for her reply, wanting to see if he's got some other kind of reaction out of her as he touched her oh so slowly.

As Ben slowly pumped his finger in her, he made sure to do so in slow steady strokes. Wanting to make this as enjoyable as well as teasing as possible. Wanting her to experience everything in a nice and slow fashion.

Brooklyn regretted this so much. She was so mad that she had thought she could sneak off to the bathroom and be able to get back to her bedroom. And here she was with her step father's fingers inside of her. Making her feel things that she didn't even know were possible. She didn't think she would ever feel like this and knowing it was all because of Ben made her hate herself just a little bit.

She shook her head in reply to Ben, not able to convince herself to speak. A blush spread across her features as Ben continued to tease her. She rolled her hips slightly, unable to deny the heat that was spreading between her thighs. Brooklyn squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to be quiet. She wanted to fight Ben off, she wanted this to end. She felt completely disgusted with herself because the pleasure Ben was forcing her to feel couldn't be denied. Her body was beginning to ache, needing more because she had never experienced something like this before.

Brooklyn held back a moan, her hands dropping to his wrist. She tried to push his hand away from her weakly, pushing up on her toes in an attempt to get away from his fingers. Brooklyn opened her mouth to tell him to stop again but instead, a sharp moan sounded when his fingers curled inside of her for the first time. Her eyes widened at the feeling. "P-Please.. I.. this is wrong," she whimpered in protest, trying to squeeze her legs shut.

@ castle.
As soon as that moan had escaped from Brooklyn, Ben knew that he had won. No matter how much she begged for him to stop, she was still enjoying it. She was still reacting to his touches, his exploration of her body and toying with her mind. Brook could beg all she wanted, but Ben now knew that she wanted this, she wanted him to continue to please her in ways that she's never been pleased before.

"You say that, but you're practically dripping for me," Ben said as he looked at Brook through the mirror before leaning forward to press a small kiss to the back of her neck. His free hand moved to grip her hip and pull her back slightly and then pushed her so that she was leaning over the counter more. Allowing him to have more access to her beautiful body to play with. Ben slowly uncurled his finger and pulled it all the way out before adding in a second once. Acting just as slow as the first time he shoved them into her. Being gentle as he slowly stretched her tight walls, making sure that she adjusted and wasn't in any pain.

Then, Ben slowly curled his fingers and started to moved his fingers at a slightly faster pace. His hand that was on her hip, slowly snaked it's way up her pj top and grazed his fingers over her bare stomach. "Hmm, I think you should take your shirt off. It's blocking the view of your flushed skin." Ben mumbled quietly as he looked at her eyes through the mirror once more.