My Stepbrother's Rules: The Complete Series (Steamy Stepbrother Romance)

by Moore, Lila

  “Our guards are in the hall if you need anything,” she said to me.

  What she was really saying was: if things get out of hand, help is right outside.

  “We’ll be fine,” I said and closed the door in her face.

  “Shall we get started?” the man asked. “Where would you like to begin? Whips? Handcuffs?”

  He picked up a long riding crop and slapped it against his arm. He winced in pain and frowned. I rolled my eyes. It was clear he had no idea what he was doing.

  “We should start with establishing a safe word.”

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  I should have taken his ignorance as my cue to exit, but foolishly I carried on.

  “It’s a word we both agree on that means stop immediately. If things become too intense, I say the safe word and you stop doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

  “Too intense. I like that.”

  He laughed like an idiot. He was looking less and less cute by the second.

  “Red is our safe word,” I said ignoring him. “If I say red, stop immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Got it. So I’m in charge, right?” I didn’t answer. “Take off your dress. I want to see you naked.”

  I was seriously starting to regret this decision. I unzipped my dress slowly. I wasn’t trying to be sexy; I was simply trying to put off this encounter for as long as possible. The black velvet dress fell to my feet.

  “Nice,” he said, nodding. “Take off your bra and panties. No, wait, I’ll do it.”

  He tossed the riding crop onto the floor and walked over to me.

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  When I didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. Unable to unhook my bra, he cursed under his breath and fought with the strap.

  “Can I help you, Master?”

  He started to laugh wildly at being referred to as ‘Master.’ “No, slave, I’m good.”

  “Red,” I called out.

  This was a mistake. I couldn’t deal with this immature loser. I needed a man who knew what he was doing.

  “What do you mean red? We just got started.”

  He continued to fight with my bra. I stepped away from him. He grabbed my arm and twisted it around.

  “Hey!” I protested.

  “Don’t be uptight. You’re the one who asked me back here.”

  The door flew open. Alex stood before me, a look of raw fury on his face.

  “Room’s occupied, dude.”

  I tried to pull away from the man, but he still held my arm. Without a word, Alex walked up to him and punched him in the face. As the man fell to the floor, he nearly took me with him. Alex wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me then he pushed me behind him protectively.

  He wasn’t done with my would-be attacker yet. He kicked the man in the stomach then moved over him. Alex let loose a flurry of blows.

  I watched with a mixture of satisfaction and fear. Any guy who won’t respect a woman’s wishes deserves to get their ass kicked and worse, but I’ve never seen such naked anger from Alex. I’ve always thought of him as a man whose life was pretty well put together. The club exposed the darkness within.

  “Alex…”

  He stopped at the sound of my voice. Our eyes met. Wild fury radiated in the tension in his body. Slowly, I saw him regain control. His expression softened. He stood, leaving the man to whimper on the floor.

  “Get the fuck out,” he said.

  Crawling on hands and knees, the man scrambled out the door. Alex shut it behind him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked me.

  “Are you okay?”

  His anger troubled me. Where had it come from? He was always so laid back. Alex was the kind of guy to negotiate his way out of problems.

  “I warned you not to come back. You have to be careful. Hooking up with an inexperienced stranger is dangerous.”

  “I don’t need you to prot-” I almost said, I don’t need you to protect me, but that clearly wasn’t the case. He’d just saved me from a bad situation that was about to get worse. “I don’t need you to baby me,” I said. “I’m a big girl. I’ll figure things out on my own. I’m sure there are a lot of experienced men here who would be happy to teach an eager girl like me.”

  Alex smiled and rolled his eyes. “I’m sure.”

  “You don’t want to keep your date waiting. She’s probably wondering where you ran off to.”

  He tilted his head as if he was studying me curiously. “She’s a beautiful girl,” he said. “Willing and eager. She likes being spanked and whipped.”

  I bit my lip and glared at him. I knew he was trying to bait me into feeling jealous. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of succeeding, but feelings of betrayal and longing ate at me.

  “Does that bother you?” he asked.

  “I know you set me up,” I said, avoiding his question.

  “Set you up?”

  “You wanted me to see you with that girl. Why?”

  He took a step towards me. “Are we still playing our game?”

  I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. “What game?”

  “The game where you do what I say unless you want to be punished.”

  I swallowed hard. Did I still want to play that game? My body said yes, but my head wasn’t sure. I had a story to write and… and what? The story could wait while Alex and I had fun. Besides, it would be nice to work out some of our anger in the red room. I glanced at the whips hanging on the wall.

  “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

  “Yes, sir,” I said.

  He touched my wig, moving the hair over my shoulder. Did he like it on me? Ivy said the color flattered me. My eyes dropped to the floor. I was suddenly shy. Moods changed between us so quickly it was giving me whiplash. One minute we were at each other’s throats, the next we were on the verge of ripping each other’s clothes off.

  Alex’s hands moved lower, touching my breasts. He kept his eyes trained on me. I trembled as he traced the curve of my breast. I suddenly realized we’d never stopped playing the game, not really.

  He slid his hand across my stomach and around my back, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. He unhooked my bra with one hand then pulled it off me. I stood before him in my underwear, pantyhose and boots.

  Alex ran the back of his hand over my breasts and down my stomach. I shivered. I wanted to undress him, but that wasn’t my role.

  “Do you want to touch me?” he asked.

  My breath caught in my throat. I was afraid that if I spoke my voice would come out in an embarrassing squeak.

  Alex didn’t wait for a response. He took my hand and placed it on his chest over his heart. I could feel his body warm and inviting through his clothes. I ran my fingers over the buttons of his shirt.

  “Undress me,” he said.

  At first I thought I’d misheard him. Did he want me to undress, or did he want me to take off his clothes? I’d heard the latter, but I was hesitant. The mood between us had changed so quickly that I was thrown.

  I wanted to follow his orders. I’m not sure why I wanted to please him when he’d been a jerk to me. Being punished is fun, but I wanted to play by my stepbrother’s rules.

  “You heard me,” he said.

  Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt. Little by little, his toned, hairy chest revealed itself to me. I was like a kid on Christmas morning. I was eager to unwrap the rest of him, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy the moment.

  I had to fight to stay in control. I marveled at my stepbrother’s ability keep it together. If he burned with even an ounce of the desire I felt, then he was on the verge of madness.

  I pulled off his shirt and reached for his belt.

  “Stop. Go to the wall and bring me a whip.”

  I was disappointed that I wouldn’t get to take off his pants, but excited about the whips. I walked to the wall and marveled at all my choices. There were black leather whips and frayed,
brown whips; some were long, some short.

  I wasn’t sure what the difference was in terms of pain, but a shiny black one caught my eye. It had a braided handle and a forked tongue like a snake. I selected it and carefully carried it to Alex. I presented it to him gently as if it was delicate.

  He took the whip from me and let it unfurl. It hit the ground with a loud slap. Alex stretched it out and tested its strength. I watched his strong hands wrap around the handle. He smiled with approval. My heart raced.

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  I did as he commanded. The leather handle touched the back of my neck. I held my breath as Alex gently ran the smooth leather over my skin. Goose bumps broke out over my flesh.

  “Move,” he said. I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “Over there.”

  He motioned towards the far wall. Two chains hung from the ceiling, gently swinging. I walked over to them slowly. The sound of my boot heels clicking across the cement floor echoed through the room.

  For some reason, the sound of my footsteps put me on edge. The room had to be soundproof. I couldn’t hear the thrumming bass of the club.

  I stopped before the chains. Suddenly, Alex was in front of me. His hair hung wildly in his face. He made no move to brush it aside.

  He took my hand and lifted it above my head. The cold handcuff locked around my wrist. He secured my free hand in a similar fashion, then moved over to the wall. A large crank was hidden behind a bundle of leather restraints. Alex started to turn the handle.

  Pulled by the chains, my arms shot up straight above my head. I stretched, standing on my tiptoes. The chains connected to the handcuffs, stretched my body out long.

  Alex’s eyes drifted over the chains and down my body. Satisfied with what he saw, he took his place behind me. I expected to hear him speak, to give me an order, or say something dirty. Instead, he got straight to the whipping.

  The whip didn’t make a sound as it cut through the air and into my back. I gasped. The sting was sharper than I ever could have imagined. I was jolted forward by the blow.

  The chains rattled as my body bent away from Alex. I wrapped my fingers around them and waited for the next sting of the whip, but it didn’t come. Was Alex giving me a chance to use the safe word? Did he think this was too much for me? I was mildly insulted that he thought I was that fragile.

  I may have been too defensive. His hesitance could have been part of the game. Maybe he was drawing out the moment because he wanted to build tension or desire. If that was the case, there was no need. My desire was at its peak. I was so wet that my underwear felt damp.

  I rubbed my thighs together as the sting of the whip started to fade. Before it could disappear completely, a second blow struck me, quickly followed by a third that took me across my lower back.

  I moaned and twisted against my restraints. Briefly, I caught the sight of Alex as I turned. Sweat ran down his bare chest; his lips parted slightly as he breathed. He held the whip up and to the side. The sight of him holding the whip filled me with a strange mix of arousal and amusement. The situation was ridiculous, but it turned me on.

  “You’ve got seven more,” he said.

  “What?”

  “You’ve earned ten lashings for disobeying me. That’s three. You’ve got seven more left. Count them out.”

  The whip cracked into my back.

  “Four…” I gasped.

  Again and again the whip cut across my skin.

  “Five… six…” I moaned loudly.

  The pain and pleasure mixed inside me like a violent storm. One second, I felt the pain was too intense, the next, I craved the lash so strongly I felt like I would go mad if Alex didn’t whip me.

  The whip cracked again, cutting across my backside.

  “Seven…” I said weakly.

  My voice was hoarse. It was becoming harder to count.

  “Is this too much for you, princess?”

  I straightened my back. “No, sir.”

  He whipped me again.

  “Eight…”

  “I can’t hear you.”

  The leather thong cut into my shoulders.

  “Nine!”

  This was it. The last blow. Disappointment and relief flooded me. There was something about BDSM that made partners of opposing emotions. My pussy throbbed for more, but my head said, “Enough!”

  The whip cut across my back from my shoulder down to my hip.

  “Ten,” I cried out.

  I was on the verge of cumming. Suddenly, Alex was before me pulling down my underwear. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

  Our naked chests pressed together; his hands dug into my ass. He stared deeply into my eyes as he drove his cock inside me. His hot breath was on my neck as he grunted. Our bodies felt entangled.

  I squeezed Alex between my thighs as his cock throbbed inside me. The chains rattled as my body swayed.

  Alex’s thick cock filled the space inside me completely. I found myself counting his thrusts inside my head. Two… three… I lost count as an orgasm took hold of me.

  Flesh rubbed against flesh; sweat dripped down his chest onto mine. The metal cuffs dug into my wrists. I arched my back and leaned into him so he could penetrate me deeply.

  As quickly as it had begun, it was over. We came together.

  My legs fell limply to the floor. Alex wrapped an arm around my waist as he unlocked the handcuffs. I fell against him, exhausted.

  He ran his hand across my back, tracing the lash marks with his fingers. He kissed my neck and sat me down on the spanking bench.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I’m going to get you a drink and a balm for your back.”

  I nodded absently and watched as he put on his shirt and left the room.

  I stretched. My skin felt raw, but the pain wasn’t unpleasant. Strange. I looked at my clothes on the floor. Should I dress? Maybe Alex wanted another round. I wasn’t sure that I was up for it; it had been a long night. Then I remembered: my story. I had nothing to work with. There was no way Alex would let me interview a girl or do the digging I needed to do.

  I rose on shaky legs and searched for my bra. It had disappeared after Alex removed it. Forgetting the bra, I pulled on my velvet dress. I didn’t have much time. I peeked out the door. Alex was nowhere in sight.

  A bodyguard leaned against the wall. “Everything alright?” he asked.

  “Fine.”

  I stepped out of the room. Ivy was talking to a girl at the end of the hall. I headed in the opposite direction. I didn’t want to get cornered by her. Besides, I knew she and Alex were somewhat close. They’d arranged to set me up earlier.

  I slipped back into the club. Two girls in bondage gear stepped down from the stage. It looked as if I’d just missed a performance. I followed after them as they headed into a back room.

  A guard put up a hand stopping me.

  “Employees only.”

  The girls looked at me curiously.

  “Oh, I’m applying for a job,” I said.

  “Have you talked to Ivy?”

  “Yeah-she told me to wait in the back.”

  The guard hesitated, but let me pass. I slipped behind a curtain. I looked over my shoulder. Alex was nowhere in sight. He was going to wonder why I ran off. I’d explain later. My top priority was my story.

  I followed the girls as they entered a locked door. They had to enter a code on a keypad to get in. I made careful note of the numbers: 911666. Easy enough to remember.

  I stepped into a lounge area. There was a large, velvet circular couch in the middle of the room; the walls were covered with mirrors and makeup stations. Pieces of clothing were thrown about the room messily. There was a second, open door that led to what looked like a locker room.

  The room was full of girls. It must have been the end of their shift. One of the girls I’d followed turned to me.

  “So, you’re going to start working here?” she asked, sizing me up.

  “Ye
s,” I lied. “What’s it like?”

  She shrugged. “Some customers are better than others. You get used to it.”

  I thought of the man I’d encountered earlier. He wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer. These girls probably dealt with jerks like that every night.

  “They don’t always follow the rules?” I asked.

  The girls exchanged a look and laughed. “Not always, but you learn how to handle them. Besides, the bodyguards are really sweet. They’re super protective of us.”

  “Yeah,” a second girl chimed in. “No one messes with us unless they want to get the shit beat out of them by Mickey.”

  Mickey must have been one of the guards.

  “So you’re all pretty well taken care of then?”

  The girls nodded to one another.

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ve been at worse places.”

  “The money’s amazing,” a third girl said. “You’ll see. You’ve got a real girl next door thing going on. The guys will love you.”

  The lash marks on my back started to burn. I stood up straighter.

  “They pay well?” I asked.

  The girls laughed. “Sweetie, you have no idea. I hooked up with a guy once who paid me to spend the week with him. Bought me a new car, plus fifty thousand in cash. Easiest money I’ve ever made. All I had to do was call him, ‘Daddy,’ while he spanked me.”

  “I know this one girl, she moved in with her Dom. The guy lived in a penthouse. He gave her credit cards, a sports car, jewelry-you name it. She’s set for life.”

  “It all sounds too good to be true,” I said. “What’s the catch?”

  “The catch is you don’t get to pick your Dom. These guys aren’t all Prince Charming with a whip.”

  The girls laughed.

  “It’s not like romance novels where all the guys are hot and basically respectful of women. Sometimes, they don’t want to hear the safe word. That’s why we’ve got all the security,” a girl wearing a purple wig said.

  “Yeah, and they’re not all eager to sweep you off your feet and throw money at you. Some of them are cheap despite being rich.”

  “You get a lot of rich guys in here?” I asked.