Romance: Stepbrother On Top

by A. Valentine

  “Not yet. You need some training to be a good sub for me. I will let you know when it is time. You must practice listening and obeying me first.”

  Paul’s words made Jess want to throw a tantrum. Rick simply got to the point of sex with her. True, she didn’t get the same feeling of tension and excitement with them as she did Paul, but it was torturous to have to wait for his commands when all she wanted was to feel him inside her.

  “I am going to do something. I want you to follow my instructions exactly. Tell me your word to stop something,” Paul directed.

  “Red Sir.” Jess said gently.

  “Good. Now I want you to clasp your hands together above your head,” Paul instructed.

  Jess did as told. Next, she felt Paul winding a thin rope around each wrist and secure a knot, binding her hands together. He pulled on the rope so her arms bent behind her head and her wrists sat near the back of her neck. Her breath quickened.

  Paul held the rope, keeping her hands back behind her head with his right hand. His left hand began to explore Jess’s body. She felt it on her neck, then shoulders, down her sternum to her belly, back over her waist and up to her right breast. He squeezed her nipple gently between his fingers. Jess let out a light moan.

  “I am going to ask you some questions. I need you to be honest,” Paul said as he moved and squeezed her left nipple.

  “Yes Sir,” Jess panted.

  “Has anyone ever tied you up?”

  “No Sir. Never.” Jess replied. Paul’s fingers squeezed her breast and lifted it up a bit.

  “Have you ever wanted a man to be in total control in the bedroom?”

  “I don’t know,” Jess replied honestly then felt a need to explain.

  “I like it when Rick tells me what he wants or asked for something. I just never really thought that a guy would take total control.”

  “Fine. Do you like what I am doing to you?” Paul inquired.

  ‘Yes, very much Sir.” Jess replied with a smile.

  She felt Paul bend forward then his lips were centimeters above her right nipple. “Please Sir,” slipped out.

  Paul stood up. “Please Sir, what?” he asked.

  “Please Sir. I want you to suck on my nipples,” Jess replied.

  Paul bent forward and drew Jess’s left nipple into his lips. He held it there for a minute. “Like this?” he asked.

  “Yes Sir.”

  He bent forward and flicked her nipple with his tongue.

  “Or do you like this?” he asked.

  “Both Sir,” Jess’s voice was breathy.

  Paul stood up again. He lifted the rope up and lowered Jess’s arms in front of her, hand still bound. He put his hand on her waist and held the rope in his other hand.

  “I want you to follow me. I won’t let you fall.” Paul said.

  He took a few steps to the left and Jess followed.

  “Good, stand here.” Paul positioned her next to the oversize ottoman.

  “Did you follow my instructions exactly with your skirt?” he asked, knowing full well she had not.

  “No Sir,” Jess bowed her head.

  “Well then, you may have to suffer the consequences for your actions.” Paul taunted gently. He dropped the rope and slipped her skirt to her ankles. He stood up and held Jess’s hand.

  “Step out of your skirt,” he instructed.

  Jess did as told.

  “Now sit on the ottoman behind you.” Jess lowered herself to the edge of the ottoman. “I have more questions for you, but I need you to be in a more open position,” Paul said.

  Jess felt him kneel in front of her. He took the long length of one rope end binding her wrists and began to wrap it around her right thigh four times. His hands pushed her legs wide and he secured the right side rope to the foot of the ottoman. Paul repeated the motions on Jess’s left thigh.

  Jess sat there, thighs tied wide open, hands bound in front of her, blindfolded, wearing only the black thong she put on earlier.

  “Are you comfortable?” Paul asked as he slipped a finger between her thighs and the rope to check for bind and make sure they weren’t too tight.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Good, let’s continue with my questions. When did you first have sex?” Paul began.

  “Twenty-six,” Jess replied. She heard Paul take a seat in the recliner directly across from her.

  “Why so late?” Paul asked.

  “Rick and I started dating sophomore year of college. He wanted to wait.”

  “Have you ever slept with a woman?” Paul continued his inquiry.

  “No Sir.” Jess replied.

  “When did you first want me to touch you?” Jess immediately blushed at Paul’s words.

  “I don’t know Sir,” she said quietly.

  “Think about it. How long have you wanted me to touch you?” he pressed.

  “I really don’t know Sir,” Jess had pleading in her voice. She did not want to go down this road of questioning.

  “When you started thinking about me, what did you want me to do to you?” Paul redirected.

  “I don’t know, just basic sex I guess.” Jess forgot to add the Sir and caught herself. “Sir.”

  Paul smiled to himself. She was a quick learner.

  “Just basic sex, so not something like this tonight?” he inquired.

  “No Sir. I have never done anything like this,” Jess confessed.

  Paul stood up and walked over to her. He sat on the couch next to her on the ottoman. His fingers began to trail up and down her inner thighs. Jess ached for him to touch her. His fingers ran over her bikini line outside the thong. Jess silently prayed he would continue and she would feel him deeper in her.

  “Well I need you to spend some time thinking about what you want from this and what you would like me to do for you. There are a couple of books in the den, on the third shelf of the bookcase. They will give you some ideas. I am going to untie you and send you to bed. We will talk more tomorrow.” Jess was shocked at Paul’s words.

  Here she was, naked, tied and blindfolded. He could have her any way he wanted and he was simply going to untie her and send her to bed! So unfair, she thought. Her body wanted him to touch her so badly and she was being sent away to do homework! She wanted to protest but her gut told her this would end badly for her.

  Paul unwound the ropes from her thighs and unbound her hands. He removed her blindfold. She saw he had dimmed the lights and lit three candles. The music still played softly in the background. She had been so involved with his voice she hadn’t realized music was playing for the last hour.

  “You did good tonight. Go do some reading, get a good night’s sleep and think about my questions. You need to pick the kids up tomorrow by ten.” Paul picked up the rope and blindfold and walked back to the Master bedroom. Jess heard his door click shut.

  Chapter Seven

  Jess sat on the futon in the den. She huffed then laughed out loud. She hadn’t pouted this hard about something since she was twelve. She didn’t understand what happened. She had made herself more than available to Paul. He was clearly interested. Yet, here she sat with a homework assignment rather than lying in his arms in post-coital bliss.

  She scanned the books on the third shelf: The Bottoming Book, SM 101, Screw the Roses Give Me the Thorns, Opening Up. She was too annoyed and to hyped up to try and read. She set her alarm for seven so she could make Paul his coffee then she would read a little before she picked up the kids. She opened her laptop and clicked on her file titled “consulting work” and then on the only video file in the menu. Her standard porn started to stream.

  * * * * *

  At 7:20 Paul emerged from the bedroom and walked into the kitchen. Jess handed him his coffee. “You doing okay?” Paul asked.

  “Yeah.” Jess replied.

  “I have a meeting ‘til six tonight. I should be home at 7:00 p.m. Feed the kids at the regular time. I will eat when I get home. We will chat after you put the kids to bed tonight
.” Paul delivered his itinerary and instructions as if nothing was different. Jess wanted to talk, but didn’t know what to ask or how to begin.

  Paul finished his breakfast and left. Jess walked back to the den and thumbed through the third shelf. Several titles included some version of BDSM or SM in the title. She had thought she knew what this meant. In her mind BDSM looked like someone tied to something getting whipped and hit and they were screaming in pain. That had never appealed to her. What she and Paul did last night looked nothing like what she thought BDSM was. She figured those were not the books Paul was referring too.

  She thumbed through a few with titles that didn’t quite make sense to her, Screw the Roses Give Me the Thorns, Doing it for Daddy, Rough Tongues, but ultimately decided to check out The New Bottoming Book. She thought this might be a gay men’s book at first, all the “bottoms” she knew were gay guys. But the book seems the least odd of the bunch.

  She scanned the table of contents. Since she only had an hour to read, she chose the chapter she thought would be most helpful: Getting what you want, and more of it! Three pages in and she reached for her phone. Urban Dictionary was definitely needed at this point. She made it through the chapter. While her questions weren’t totally answered, it had given her questions to ask, which is more than she had when she woke up.

  She showered and left to pick up the kids. On the drive over, she took some time to begin to formulate her questions. What did Paul get out of all this, especially if he wasn’t sleeping with her? When were they going to have sex? Did she have any say in what she wanted or what would happen between them? Did he really want to beat and whip her? Where did this go from here?

  * * * * *

  That night after she tucked Jasmine in to bed, Jess went into the living room and sat on the couch next to Paul. He had some documentary on in the background, something about marijuana legalization and he was reading the same book. Jess sat down and pulled one foot up under her.

  “Did you read any of the books I mentioned?” Paul asked as he put his book on the end table.

  “Yes. I read part of the Bottoming Book,” Jess replied.

  “So, what did you learn? Do you have questions?” Paul was opening the door to conversation.

  “Yea. So, um, what happens now?” Jess asked.

  “That will depend. You have to decide if this is something you want to continue to try. I don’t do “basic sex” as you called it last night. I am a Dom. I need to be in control of what happens. I prefer telling my partner what to do and I prefer having sex only when she is tied up,” Paul explained. Jess flashed on an image of her sister tied to the bed and getting laid. She shut her eyes to force the image out of her head.

  “Ok, but you do have sex, right?” Jess asked.

  “Sometimes. Sometimes it’s more like what we did last night. For me, sex is not the only way to be intimate with someone and it is not always the end goal of the night. Sometimes, like what we did last night, I get to know someone better and it’s exciting and fun and it doesn’t end in traditional sex.”

  Paul had found in the past explaining the idea that you can have an intimate and sexy night with someone that didn’t involve intercourse was hard to explain to vanilla people.

  “Do you kind of understand that?”

  “I think so,” Jess replied, still a little unsure.

  “Are you going to want to beat or hit me?” Jess asked. “I don’t think I would like that.”

  Paul smiled.

  “I am more into rope and bondage than things like impact play. Hitting people doesn’t really do much for me.”

  “Okay,” Jess was relieved by this. “So if I want to do this, what happens from here?”

  “We can try another scene, something a little more than last night. But going forward, this can only happen if Maggie is out of town. I am not okay with coming over to your place or meeting you somewhere when she is in town. I want to protect her from this. You have to agree to those terms. If you ever ask to meet “just us” when she is in town I will cut this off immediately. Can you agree to those terms?”

  Paul was set on these terms. He and Maggie had agreed when she was collared that he could choose to sleep with other people. They had agreed he did not have to tell her, but she had stipulated that she preferred to know and wanted some say in who he slept with. Sleeping with Jess did not technically violate their agreement, but it definitely pushed the boundaries.

  Jess thought for a minute then agreed.

  “Good.” Paul confirmed. “Please shower, wear a loose dress, hair down, and meet me in the master bedroom in half an hour.”

  Jess got up without saying anything and went to shower. When she dressed tonight she only put on a dress, nothing underneath. She combed out her long hair then walked to the master bedroom. She knocked softly.

  Paul opened the door. He had candles lit on the dresser. It smelled of sandalwood and black pepper. There was a large pillow on the floor. Jess noticed a couple of ropes draped over the footboard.

  “Are you ready to begin?” Paul asked.

  Jess nodded. Paul closed the door. He used a hand on her hip to guide her to the middle of the floor.

  “What do you say if something gets to be too much and you want it to stop?” he asked.

  “Red Sir.”

  “Very good. Lift your arms for me.” Jess complied and Paul lifted her dress over her head.

  “You are a fast learner,” Paul noted when Jess stood there naked before him. Jess smiled.

  “I want you to kneel on that pillow Sit on your heels and lace your fingers together behind your neck,” Paul instructed.

  Jess knelt. Paul circled her, running his hand over her face, neck, shoulders and biceps. He picked up a length of rope and began to secure Jess’s hands. He wove the same rope into cuffs around her biceps and draped the two ends over her shoulders. He knelt before her and pulled the two sides of the rope over her shoulders and down her sternum. He secured a knot between her breasts, then wrapped the rope to form what Jess could only call a bra. He secured the last of the rope in another knot between her breasts.

  “I will help you stand, Paul said.

  He helped Jess to her feet, something she found remarkable more difficult while tied up. She stood before him, bound so that her breasts were fully exposed and she didn’t have the capacity to cover them even if she wanted too.

  The realization that Paul had secured her in a way that her body was open and exposed to him and she couldn’t hide it if she wanted to both scared her and made her incredibly aroused at the same time.

  Paul circled her, keeping his palm pressed to her skin as he moved in slow circles. He stopped in front of her and looked her in the eyes. He held her gaze, wrapped his hand in the back of her hair and pulled so her face tilted toward his. He kissed her gently. A long, slow, drawn out kiss. Jess was in heaven.

  Paul continued to kiss her softly as his left hand began to explore her body. He spent a remarkable amount of time touching her hips, stomach, the small of her back and her shoulders. Jess was use to Rick half-assing foreplay and jumping right into sex. Being kissed and touched on the less sexualized parts of her body made Jess ache for Paul.

  Paul released her hair and stepped back.

  “Please sit on the bed.” Jess sat. Paul’s broad palms pressed on the inside of Jess’s thighs and pressed her legs wide open.

  “Your job is just to keep your legs open and sit there.”

  “Yes Sir.” Jess replied.

  Paul walked over to dresser and opened the second drawer. He pulled out something white and fuzzy. On his way back to Jess he put the rabbit fur mitt on his hand. He leaned in close and rubbed the soft fur over her body.

  Jess wanted to purr. This was like the best petting every. Soft, silky fur caressed her back, her chest, her face and thighs. Paul began to rub her back with the mitt. Jess leaned her face into his chest and inhaled his smell. This was bliss.

  Paul set the mitt on the bedside tabl
e and walked back to the drawer. This time Paul came back wearing a black glove. The tips of his fingers glinted in the candle light. Jess furrowed her brow.

  “They are called vampire gloves,” Paul explained. “They have sharp metal points on the fingertips.”

  Jess’s eyes opened wide. What was he going to do with those?

  Paul began gently scratching her back.

  “Very nice Sir,” Jess was happy that the gloves didn’t hurt. Paul ran the sharp metal points down the inside of Jess’s bound arms. She squirmed with discomfort. Her legs closed a bit.

  Paul stepped between her legs. “I said keep your legs open. You have one job.”

  “Sorry Sir,” Jess opened her legs wide. The tips of the gloves moved from her upper chest, outlined each breast, and traced the slight six-pack of her stomach. Jess moaned involuntarily. Paul pinched her right nipple between the index and thumb of the glove. Jess cried out, more from surprise than pain.

  He set the glove on the nightstand with the mitt.

  “Let me see your eyes,” Paul said.

  Jess looked up and met his gaze. Paul held her gaze while his hands unbuttoned his jeans. Still holding Jess’s gaze, Paul reached in his jeans and pulled out a hard cock.

  “Open your mouth,” Paul instructed. He wrapped his right hand in the back of Jess’s hair.

  “I am going to show you how I like blow jobs. Keep your mouth open and I will guide you.”

  Jess nodded. Paul rested the tip of his member on her lips.

  “Just hold it there,” he instructed. He used her hair as a handle and moved his hips to guide his cock in and out of her mouth. He told her to stick out her tongue for a while. For more than a minute he just rested his hard on in her mouth, unmoving other than his heart beat she could feel in the back vein.

  This was unlike any blowjob Jess had ever given. It was slow and took time to build. She knew Paul was getting just what he wanted and that pleased her. Paul pulled out of her mouth, released her hair, and replaced his still-hard cock back in his jeans. Jess waited for what came next.

  “You did very good. Thank you.” Paul complimented her.