“So, what’s stopping you from moving back permanently and doing your ECE here? Durham college has an ECE program and Oshawa is only a thirty to forty-minute drive from here.”
“On the 401 though.” There’s a reason it’s known as the highway through hell here in Ontario.
I can feel the side of her face lift up in a grin. “I’m sure my brother would be happy to drive you to and from school.”
“That he would,” came a deep voice from behind us.
We were so engrossed in our conversation that neither Gemma or I heard the back door opening behind us until Stefan spoke. Gemma steps away when her brother advances on me, pulling me into his arms.
“If this is what you want to do then I’d gladly drive you to and from school every day until graduation,” he says.
I fist the material of his shirt and pull him closer. “Are you sure?”
Stefan lowers his head until his lips are hovering within inches of my own, until we’re breathing each other in. “I’d do anything for you, Brielle. I was going to wait to tell you this until I thought you were ready to hear it, but-”
“I love you,” I blurt. My cheeks flaming hot at my admission.
I feel Stefan’s laugh through his chest and hear Gemma giggle beside us.
“I love you too, baby,” he replies, and I melt a little more into him. His lips come down on mine then and I eagerly open for him, moaning when his tongue seeks out mine.
“Where will I stay?” I ask when Stefan finally lets us up for air.
He grins. “There’s a perfectly good side of the bed.”
“Isn’t… isn’t that moving too fast?”
Gemma groans and we both turn our heads to look over at her. “You guys have been dancing around each other for seven… eight years. I think it’s okay to say that it’s not too fast.”
“I’ll have a key made for you tomorrow,” Stefan declares, and I have a feeling that there’ll be no arguing with him. Not that I’d want to anyway. I’m perfectly happy taking him up on his offer for the other side of his bed.
My face heats and my nipples harden at the thought of going to sleep beside this man every night and waking up beside him in the mornings. Of more days together like the ones we’ve had this week. I mentally calculate all the surfaces and rooms in the house we haven’t had sex on or in yet and decide that there’s enough to keep us busy for a while.
“I know that look,” Stefan says, punctuating that fact with a small thrust of his hips but it’s enough for me to feel the hard outline of his cock against my leg. “Careful, Pet. I don’t care if my sister is here, I’ll bend you over this railing and fuck you in front of the neighbours.”
I shiver at his words and clench my thighs together while burying my face in his chest. Christ, this man is hell on my libido. It was practically non-existent until that first night at the BDSM club so many months ago. And now… well, I’m lucky if we can go several hours without humping each other. Would I change it for the world, though? Hell no.
My fucked-up life may have sent me running back here but there was no doubt in my mind and my heart that this was always where I was supposed to be.
8
Stefan
“I want to go back to the club,” Brielle says, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips and blocking my view of the game on TV.
“No. Absolutely not,” I tell her, taking a sip of beer but not bothering to try and peek around her to see the Vikings score another touchdown against the 49ers.
Instead, I sit back against the sofa and spread my legs, already expecting what was coming next. My girl is getting fairly predictable when it comes to trying to get her way. But she should’ve known by now that I will give her the fucking world if she asks. Not this, though. There is no way I’ll take her back to the club, not when so many eyes will be on what’s mine… wanting what’s mine. I have to mentally rein myself back in and unclench my fingers from around the dark beer bottle. She is mine and I don’t like a club full of strangers hearing the noises she makes.
“Please, baby.” She pouts, planting a knee on either side of my hips and lowering herself until she’s straddling me.
I can already feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. I bring my left hand down to her lower back and pull her in closer. Abandoning the half full beer on the small table beside the couch. I thread my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck and pull, forcing her to tilt her head back and expose the long line of her neck to me.
“You want to beg, Pet? I know something you can beg for,” I say, lightly running my lips up her neck.
My cock hardens behind the zipper of my pants when she visibly shivers at my words. I nip at her earlobe and tighten my grip around her hair. Brielle groans at the bite of pain she must be feeling at the base of her skull, but if I know my girl… and I do, the sting only makes her wetter.
“We’ve never had a safe word,” I tell her, biting her bottom lip and sucking it. “But you’re going to need one now.”
I release my hold on her hair enough for her to look down at me as she contemplates it. Her lips pull up on one side and I have to try really hard not throw her down on this sofa and take her right now.
“How about… Christian?”
“What? Fuck no!”
She grins. “Yup, it’s perfect.”
“Brielle,” I growl, palming the globe of her ass with one and pulling her tightly into my chest as my other wraps around her back and I stand. “We are not using Christian Grey as a safe word.”
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck while I carry her up the stairs and to our bedroom. Fuck me. Our bedroom. Never thought I’d get to hear that or have her in my life as more than just the girl I used to babysit. That sounds creepy as fuck when put that way.
“Fine. Fine. How about… Pikachu?”
I almost stumble and have to shoot out a hand to brace against the wall of the upstairs hallway to catch myself.
“Like the Pokémon?” I ask, already knowing the answer but what the fuck kind of safe word is that?
An effective one.
“Like the Pokémon,” Brielle agrees. “Gem and I used to watch that show every day after school.”
I groan and drop her to her feet. “Please do not bring up my sister when we’re about to fuck.”
I study her for a moment as her face scrunches up at the reminder that Gem is my sister, but then her arms cross over her middle and she slowly slides the red tank top up and over her head. Her stomach isn’t flat, but I’ve always loved that she wasn’t all skin and bone. I’ve fucked my fair share of skinny models and I was always afraid I’d break them if I were to ever loose control. Not Brielle, though. I knew her body could take whatever I was offering. Just that thought alone had my dick twitching, reminding me that we were here for a reason. I palmed the front of my pants and lick my lips as I watch her strip for me without having to be told. My Pet was learning.
When she was completely naked, Bri turns and crawls into the center of the bed, staying on all fours until I tell her otherwise.
“On your stomach, reach back and grab your ankles for me,” I instruct her and shed my pants and boxers as I watch her do exactly that.
The position isn’t the most comfortable one to be in for long periods of time but I’m trusting that if it gets too much for her she’ll use that god-awful safe word. I retrieve the black bag from the closet, the one with all my toys from the club in it and drop it to the side of the bed before pulling out the anal hook, then a bunch of other contraptions from the bag.
The bed dips with the weight of my knee as I kneel over her and secure each of her hands to her ankles with two pairs of police grade handcuffs. None of those fuzzy ones. Those are great if you don’t want to leave a mark. In this case, however, if she did struggle and pull against them, they would leave a red mark around her wrists and I tell her as much while I click them into place. Next, I place the satin blindfold over her head and slip it into pla
ce over her eyes. I consider adding the noise cancelling headphones but decide to leave them in the bag. I want her to be able to hear everything.
Hooking my arms under her thighs, I drag her back to the edge of the bed and drop to my knees. Her pussy is already pink and swollen for me. Using two of my fingers, I spread her open and lick a path up from her clit to her pussy. Bri moans, the metal of the handcuffs pulling as she tries to arch her back. I play with her for a bit longer, fucking her with my tongue until her juices are running down and soaking the comforter beneath her. Then I pull back and grab the hook and the lube from where I deposited them at the foot of the bed and move between her spread legs. I lube up the hook while simultaneously warming the metal.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask, using an already lubed finger to trace around her ass hole.
“P-Pokémon,” she gasps when I slide a finger passed the tight ring of muscle.
“Relax, baby. I won’t fuck you here today. One day, but not today.” I say and feel her relax around my finger after a few deep breaths. “That’s it,” I praise, adding another when I think she can handle it.
After working a third into her, I remove them and slowly slide the metal ball end in to replace my fingers. I may not have planned to fuck her ass today, but depending on how much she moves, she might be begging me to by the end of this.
“How’s that feel?” I pepper kisses up her back, gathering her hair into my fist.
“Okay. Weird, but okay.”
With one hand around her hair, I reach down with my other and grab the rope at the end of the hook. I let the smooth cotton of the Shibari rope slide across my palm until a little more than just the ends remain in my hand. I use the rest to tie her hair in a low ponytail tight enough to force her head back.
When I’m done, I stand at the edge of the bed and admire my work while I fist my rock-hard cock. Brielle is hogtied with hands cuffs and an anal hook protruding from her ass. Fucking perfection. She moans when she tries to drop her head forward. I grin, seeing the hook slide out a bit before she moves her head back into position and the hook slides in again.
“Do not come before I tell you too,” I command, positioning myself behind her. With my hand still fisted around the base of my cock, I run the head through her folds, pushing into her just a little then withdrawing to trace down to her clit.
She lets out a frustrated huff and I chuckle while doing it again but this time when I trace the head back up her slit I push all the way in, not stopping until my balls are pressed against her clit. Bri moans, her back arching on its own and her head dropping further back, causing the ball on the hook to slide deeper. I can feel the ball moving in her ass on my dick making me groan and buck into her. She curses at the movement. I do it again and again and again, moving the metal myself when I tug on the rope. By the fourth time I’ve set a rhythm of tugging on the rope in between thrusts of my cock.
“Fuck. Stefan, please,” she sobs.
I almost give in but decide I want to draw this out a bit longer, so I slow down my thrusts, releasing my grip on the rope. When I think she’s had enough of a break and my release isn’t so close to the surface, I start again. Withdrawing until just the tip remains inside her pussy then slamming home again, tugging on the rope with every withdrawal and releasing it with every thrust.
“Please,” she begs.
“You want to come, Pet?”
“Y-yes, Sir. Please, Sir,”
I wrap my hand around her hair, over the rope holding it in the ponytail, and snap my hips forward. Fucking her hard while she sobs and moans and begs for me not to stop.
“Then fucking come,” I grunt.
I curse and stammer a bit when the walls of her pussy clench around my dick. Bri’s head drops back between her shoulder blades as she screams out her release. I continue fucking her through it until I feel my own release hovering just below the surface.
I remove the anal hook as slowly as I can without pausing my thrusts, once I have the metal free I drop it, hearing it clank against the wood floor beside the bed. Bri moans, trying to push back against me. I can’t hold back anymore. I withdraw, immediately fisting my cock and pumping it until ropes of cum spray out and land on the globes of her ass and her back. I groan as a shudder courses through my body and cum still leaks from my cock.
Still panting, I remove the rope from her hair and the handcuffs from her wrists and ankles before collapsing on the bed beside her. I throw an arm around her middle and drag her back into me, not caring that we’re sweaty and her back is covered in cum.
“Holy freaking shit,” Bri says, her breaths still coming in heavy pants.
I grin, and bury my nose in the crook of her neck, content to just breathe her in. That is until I catch a glimpse of the angry red mark around her one wrist.
“Fuck, babe. I’m sorry,” I say, gently tracing the mark with my thumb, knowing I should’ve used the padded cuffs but not caring in the moment. Okay, it’s not that I didn’t care but there was something about Brielle wearing my mark. A mark I gave her in the bedroom when she was completely mine and mine alone. Fuck, I was a possessive asshole but when it came to Brielle, I couldn’t help it and I damn sure wasn’t about to give her up.
“It’s… okay,” Bri says, turning in my arms to face me. A hand coming up to cup the side of my face. “I kind of like it.” She blushes and glances away.
I pinch her chin and force her to look back at me. “There’s nothing more I want than to see you wearing my mark, but I hate that I hurt you.”
She reaches behind my head and pulls me closer, crashing our lips upon each other, her tongue demanding entry. It’s not often that Brielle asserts her dominance in the bedroom but when she does, my dick can’t help but stand up and take notice. It’s fucking hot and I’d willingly give myself over to her if she ever wants me to submit to her.
“I’m fine,” she says when she pulls back. “I would’ve used my safe word if I wasn’t. Trust me.”
I nod, running my thumb over the angry mark on her other wrist this time. My brows pull together and an emotion I can’t name descends over me like a blanket, but I shake it off. I do trust her and if she says she’s fine then I believe her. “C’mon,” I say, moving from the bed and reaching a hand out to help her up. “Take a bath with me.”
Bri grins, sliding her hand in mine and allowing me to tug her up and into my arms. She stands on her tip toes and presses a kiss to my lips. “We’re doing that again, right?”
My lips curl in a smile as I bend my head and kiss her again, longer this time. “Definitely.”
“Good.” She releases my hands and turns to make her way to the bathroom down the hall but pauses in the doorway. “Oh, and Stefan, next time… I want you to fuck my ass.” Then with a grin firmly on her face, she turns and heads for the bathroom.
My dick twitches, already hard and ready to go again as I watch the way her ass sways with every step. Oh yeah, she was definitely made for me. I just wish it hadn’t taken me this long to surrender my heart to her.
Epilogue
Brielle
One Year Later
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
This was how my husband was going to die. If he didn’t let me come soon, I was going to make good on my promise a year ago and cut off his balls. Eh, on second thought, maybe not. Those balls did give me the baby currently growing inside me. I guess he can keep them.
“Brielle,” Stefan warns, increasing the vibration on the C-shaped toy he currently has in my pussy and over my clit.
“I swear to Christ, Stefan,” I moan, white knuckling the sheets on either side of me.
He hasn’t bound my wrists yet and I’m grateful he hasn’t. I’ve been very sensory motivated lately. Wanting… needing to touch him every chance I got. Needing to run my tongue along the hard ridges of his abdomen, down the treasure trail leading to the cock I love so much. Clawing my nails down his back until he hissed and fucked me harder.
“Please, just fuck m
e,” I plead, arching my back off the bed as best I can with a watermelon protruding from my middle.
Stefan refused to take me back to the club after that second time, saying that I was too loud, and he would be forced to murder everyone in the club for having heard me during our most intimate moments. I couldn’t say I had an issue with that as long as he agreed he wouldn’t go back either, at least not to train new Subs. I should’ve known that my man wasn’t about that shit. As soon as we made things official between us, he called Braxton and let him know he’d be taking himself off the list of Doms available. He still goes to Club Nineveh, but just for business or when they need an extra pair of hands on the bar or in security. I vowed that one of these days, though, I’d get him to take me back there. I’d make sure of it.
Switching the vibration off, he removes the toy from my pussy. His head disappears between my thighs and then his tongue is licking up my slit.
“So fucking good,” he groans, crawling back up my body to kiss my lips. “On your hands and knees, Pet.”
Stefan helps me sit up and then with his hands on my hips gently guides me over to my hands and knees on the bed. As soon as I’m bent over, Stefan crowds in around me, his hands roaming to my belly before retreating back to my hips. My lips curl up in a smile at the small gesture. He’s gotten into the habit of running his hands over my growing belly whenever he can. I think it’s Stefan’s way of making sure the baby is okay. It’s small but it means so much.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear and I feel the head of his cock slip inside me.
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