by Moore, Lila
“Take off your dress,” he said again. “If you don’t obey orders, I’ll punish you.”
I thought we would take things slowly, but it appeared as if we were diving right in. I straightened my back. I wasn’t going to chicken out before we began. I turned my back on him.
“Unzip me,” I said.
Alex grabbed my hair and bent me over the couch.
“You don’t give orders,” he whispered. “You’ve been a bad little girl and now I’m going to have to punish you.”
My heart raced in my chest, thudding against my ribs like a caged bird. His grip on my hair tightened, immobilizing me. His free hand moved slowly down my back and across my hips.
My breath caught in my chest; my pussy started to pulse. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Alex was my stepbrother.
He explored my curves then slid his hand around my hip and between my legs. His fingers brushed against my underwear.
“You’re wet already,” he said. “Let me see that pink, juicy pussy.”
Suddenly, he was pulling my underwear down. I wanted to pinch myself. Was this really happening?
“Lift up your dress,” he commanded.
With shaky hands, I pulled it up, revealing the top of my thighs.
“Higher.”
I lifted my dress up around my waist. Alex pushed my head down so that my ass was propped up.
“Spread your legs.”
I opened them by a couple inches. He wasn’t satisfied. Alex put his knees between my legs, forcing them open wide. Then he leaned over. His hand moved slowly up the inside of my thigh. When his fingers found my clit, I gasped. He started to finger me, exploring every inch between my legs.
“You’re pussy’s nice and tight,” he said. His voice came from deep in his chest as if with difficulty. Knowing that I was turning him on gave me a rush. Did he feel the same way?
Alex stopped fingering me and released his grip on my hair. The tension had been so great that when he released me, I nearly fell forward. I caught my balance on the edge of the couch.
Disappointment washed over me. Why was he stopping?
“Take off your dress,” he ordered for the third time.
“Yes, Sir,” I said meekly.
I stood up straight. My dress was still hiked up around my waist; my underwear clinging to my ankles.
“Turn around, let me see you.”
I turned to face him. His eyes looked a bit wild. His hair hung in his face. My eyes dropped to the floor. His intense gaze was almost too much for me.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I managed to make eye contact with him, but it took considerable effort.
“Undress slowly.”
Our eyes never left one another as I pulled down the zipper to my dress and shimmied out of it. I stood before my stepbrother in my bra and stockings. His gaze fell over my body. His lips parted as if he was about to speak. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair.
“Put on your underwear,” he said.
I bent over and slowly pulled them up.
“C’mon,” he said.
He took my hand led me out of the room into the hallway. I hid behind Alex as several couples walked past us. My nudity caught the attention of a few people, but most of the clubgoers seemed to be focused on their dates. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or relieved. Then we passed a girl wearing leather pants and a corset. She examined my body closely and winked. Clearly, she liked what she saw.
“Easy,” Alex said. “She’s mine.”
“For now,” the girl replied.
Alex smiled. “We need a red room.”
“End of the hall. Room number three.”
Alex nodded and led me away.
“When you get bored come and see me,” she called after us.
I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or Alex, though I suspected I was the target of her advances. I covered my mouth and tried not to laugh.
We came to room number three. A bodyguard stood in the hallway. Was he there for the girl’s protection? Alex mentioned that I would be safer with him than a stranger. Was it because some men chose to break the rules and ignore their safe word?
Thinking back, I remembered seeing several bodyguards stationed at various places around the club. It was probably for the girl’s safety, but what if it wasn’t? What if the guards were there to keep the girls from getting out of line? It was an interesting thought, but I had no evidence to back it up.
I’d almost completely forgotten my initial reason for coming here was to write an exposé on what went on in the BDSM world. Alex had distracted me. I’d have to do more investigating after we finished with room number three.
Alex opened the door. We were flooded with red light. I stepped into the room and blinked. It took my eyes a moment to adjust. Hooks, chains, handcuffs, whips and various other instruments I didn’t recognize covered the walls of the room. On the far right was a cross covered in straps.
“What’s that?” I asked without thinking.
Immediately, I knew I’d made a mistake. I’d broken character. I was supposed to be the submissive; that meant not speaking unless spoken to.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Sir.”
I bit my lip. Was my stepbrother going to punish me again? I squirmed with a mixture of excited nervousness and arousal.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s Cross. Are you curious about it? Of course you are. A filthy whore like you would be interested.”
My face flushed. Luckily, the red lighting hid my burning complexion. I liked it when Alex talked dirty to me, but it made my head spin to think that this was my stepbrother. He’d always been supportive and protective. Now I was laid bare, vulnerable and at his mercy.
“Yes, sir,” I said a bit too cheerfully.
“Say it-say you’re a whore.”
“I’m a dirty whore, but only for you, Alex.”
“Come here.”
He took my hand and led me to a bench.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I dropped to my knees before him. To an outsider, I must have looked like a supplicant, or someone asking for prayers of forgiveness. The relationship between a Dom and Sub was strangely ritualistic and intimate. I gave myself over to him, allowing him to take control and in return he offered… what? I was soon to find out.
“Bend over,” he said.
I did as he instructed, resting my face on the cold bench. I flinched against the sensation of the rough wood. My heart pounded quickly in my chest. I knew what was coming, but I felt a rush of anticipation unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
Alex grabbed my underwear, ripping them from my body. I whimpered. Christ, I thought, he actually has me whimpering like a scared little girl.
He balled my underwear up into a ball then shoved them in my mouth. The material was soft and silky in my mouth; it tasted slightly sweet.
“Do you like the way that tastes? Can you taste your sweet, little pussy?” he asked.
A chill shot through my body. It was impossible to respond; my underwear basically served as a gag, but even if I hadn’t been gagged, I’m not sure I could have answered. I breathed in short gasps. I could smell the sweet scent of my underwear.
The back of Alex’s hand traced the curve of my ass gently. He was sure to start spanking me at any moment. Not knowing when the blow would come, or how severe it would be, was maddening.
I squirmed beneath his touch.
“You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
Amusement softened his voice. Regardless of whether or not he would admit it, he was eager too.
The first blow came quickly. He spanked my ass with a quick flick of his wrist. He was holding back, but the slap carried a bite. I moaned and looked over my shoulder. When we made eye contact, he spanked me again, this time harder. His hand drifted between my legs, fingering my pussy.
“You’re all wet and juicy,” he growled.
He slapped my pussy, sending me lurching forward. I groaned loudly now. Heat radiated between my legs. Pain mixed with pleasure creating an entirely new sensation. An orgasm built strength inside me. I never would have guessed that being spanked could make me cum.
I gripped the side of the spanking bench and waited for the next blow. Alex stood and went to the wall. He took his time examining the instruments before settling on a paddle. It was dark and thick with holes drilled in the middle.
I swallowed hard. This was going to hurt.
He slapped the paddle against his hand. “Are you frightened? Do you want to quit? This is what you asked for.”
I bit down on my underwear. I would not give in. The safe word would not leave my lips for as long as I could stand it.
The paddle cracked against my backside. I opened my mouth to cry out. My underwear fell to the floor. The heat radiating through my body was indescribable. Another blow followed quickly behind.
The paddle cut through the air quickly finding purchase across the back of my thighs. My skin felt like it was on fire; my pussy pulsed wet with heat. My breathing was ragged. I moaned like an animal.
Alex pulled me up to my feet. I leaned against him for support. I rested my head on his chest. He breathed heavily.
Alex led me to the cross. Softness broke his serious expression.
“Are you sure you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?” he asked.
I nodded. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I liked it. The spanking left me on the verge of cumming. I wanted more. Besides, I felt as if we’d crossed a line. My relationship with Alex would never be the same after this.
He took my hand and lifted it above my head. First he secured one wrist to the cross then the other.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
I was weak on my feet, but I managed to follow his instruction. He locked the restraints around each of my ankles so that I was spread eagle on the cross. After checking the leather straps, he walked back to the wall of instruments. He replaced the paddle and selected a black riding crop. He bent it, testing it strength, then slapped it against his thigh. The leather tongue resounded with a dull thud as it struck his leg. Satisfied with the crop, he approached me. He ran it over my face and down my neck.
I was naked except for my bra and stockings. Alex frowned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. My eyes went wide at the sight of it. He opened the blade. The room’s red light reflected dully on its surface.
He ran the edge of the knife around my breasts. I held my breath. He slipped the blade beneath my bra straps, slicing them. My bra fell to the ground leaving me topless before my stepbrother.
He put the knife in his pocket. I breathed a sigh of relief. I never would have guessed that my hard-working, humorless stepbrother would ever behave this way. I felt like I was in the presence of a stranger. Not that I minded. This new Alex was exciting and dangerous.
He ran the crop between my breasts, tracing their curve. With a quick flick of his wrist the riding crop snapped against my chest. The pain was quick and sharp like a bee sting.
A second blow took my across my lower breasts. My nipples turned hard and rosy. I was breathing hard and moaning; I was having a hard time staying in control. I writhed against the cross, shaking it. For a hair-raising second, I thought the cross would tip over with me attached to it.
“Are you going to cum?” Alex asked.
I stared at him blankly. It was a question I never imagined leaving my stepbrother’s lips. He whipped me again and again with the riding crop.
“When I ask you a question, answer.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He put his hand between my legs and massaged my clit.
“Cum for me, but only when I say.”
What he was asking felt impossible. I was already on the verge of climaxing. Alex dropped to his knees before me and buried his face in my pussy. The vulgarity of it shocked me. Here I was tied to a cross, covered in lash marks while my stepbrother ate me out. It was beyond surreal.
His tongue flicked across my clit and slid inside me. I was on the brink of cumming, but I didn’t want to disappointment him. I tried to delay release as long as I could.
Alex wasn’t deterred by my internal struggle. His tongue slid inside my pussy, exploring every inch of me. He groaned with pleasure as his thick tongue tickled my clit.
It was almost too much. The safe word was on the tip of my tongue.
Suddenly, Alex untied the restraints around my ankles and rose before me. He then grabbed my legs behind my knees and wrapped them around his waist.
We were face-to-face. I stared deeply into his eyes. Alex drew out the moment. His cock bulged hard against the inside of my thigh. There was a question in his eyes as if he wondered if this was a step too far.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
Alex unzipped his pants. Slowly, as if he might break me, he entered me.
I squeezed him between my legs. He moved inside me in a methodic, controlled rhythm. It was amazing and maddening all at once. The way he took his time with me was impressive and confounding. How did he do it?
He started to thrust into me hard. I was losing control. Alex could sense it.
“Cum for me now,” he said.
Maybe it was the competitive part of my personality, or the fact that I wanted us to cum at the same time, I’m not sure, but I held out a bit longer.
He pumped into me quickly. Was he losing control or was this by design? It was impossible to tell. My pussy tightened and stretched under the force of his thrusts. The orgasm I’d been keeping at bay broke free.
“I’m cumming…” I whimpered.
Alex groaned; his face twisted with pleasure. He came inside me just after I’d finished. If this was a competition, he’d won.
Alex dropped his head, taking a moment to catch his breath. He lowered my legs to the ground and removed my arm restraints. As he untied me, he kept an arm around my waist, anticipating that I’d need help. He was right. As soon as I was free, I collapsed against him.
Alex cradled me in his arms and ran his fingers through my hair. I basked in the warmth of his body. He smelled clean and inviting; I could have stayed in his arms forever.
There was a knock at the door. Alex looked annoyed. He helped me over to the spanking bench. I sat down and waited for what came next. My head was swimming. The orgasm that had torn through my body left me feeling high. I was nothing short of euphoric.
I watched Alex walk to the door. He opened it a crack. A girl on the other side slid a package through. Alex shut the door and returned to me. It was then I saw he held my clothes. He helped me into my dress and boots. I felt like a child as he dressed me.
The haze in my brain started to clear. My thoughts returned to my exposé. There was so much to do. I doubted any of the girls who worked for the club would agree to sit down for an interview. It was going to be hard to get anyone to go on the record.
I studied Alex. He carefully zipped up my boots then started to straighten his own clothing.
“How many girls have you done this with?” I asked.
A streak of possessiveness washed over me. My voice sounded jealous even to my own ears, but I didn’t care.
“You should leave,” he said, ignoring my question. “There’s no story for you here.”
“How do you know? You have no idea what life is like for the girls here, or what owners are involved with.”
Alex looked up at me sharply. “You need to drop this now. This isn’t a joke. Don’t dig into the business of the owners or any of the girls, do you understand me?”
I jumped to my feet. “If there’s a story here then I’m going to find it.”
I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. Alex grabbed my elbow.
“You’re leaving now.”
“I’m not playing the part of the submissive anymore. I’ve got a story to uncover, whether you like it or not.”
I headed for the door and ran straight into the girl we’d encountered earlier. Her corset was undone now; her breasts nearly exposed. She smiled as my eyes drifted over her body. I quickly looked away.
“Time’s up,” she said. “I need this room.”
“We were just leaving,” Alex said. He grabbed me by the arm and led me through the halls.
“Alex-”
“Don’t use my real name,” he said.
I tried to break free from his grip, but it was impossible. We exited through a back entrance and found ourselves in an alleyway. Alex took out his cell phone and sent a text. In less than a minute a car pulled up. He dragged me to it, opened the door and shoved me inside.
“Hey!” I protested.
Alex gave the driver my address and told him to take me home. He closed the door, shutting out my protests. The driver took off. I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Typical Alex,” I said out loud.
Alex had always been overprotective and controlling. I thought the Alex I’d encountered in the club was different. Maybe he was different. There was no reason to believe he was fake. What if it was simply another side of his personality? A side he kept secret.
“Did you say something, miss?” the driver asked.
“Nothing.”
4
I sat in my office staring at a blank computer screen. I’d spent all of the previous night running over the events at the nightclub. I couldn’t stop thinking about Alex-the way his muscles bulged when he whipped me, the way he felt inside me, the way his eyes bore down into me.
I couldn’t get it out of my head. Worst of all, I was unable to write a single word.
I could write a piece about my experience with Alex using pseudonyms and leaving out the fact he was my stepbrother, but that felt too personal. I wasn’t sure how I felt about having my name attached to an explicit article about BDSM. Besides, this was supposed to be a piece that introduced our readers into the world of BDSM and the (potentially) dirty practices of the club owners. I had nothing of value to report.
I looked at my watch. It was Monday and my editor was expecting a first draft by Wednesday. There was only one solution: I would have to return to the club.
