by Alexia Stark
No matter how hard she stared, she couldn’t get inside his head. Was he still thinking about taking her over his knee? Or was she alone in being hung up on how sensual the whole thing had been?
As hard as it was to eat without an appetite, she managed. When she stopped, she relaxed back, snuggling into the blankets. They smelled like him, the warm scent comforting even as it thrilled her. He turned to her with a devilish expression. “Shut your eyes.”
She did as he told her, excitement rising up in her core. The first brush of his fingers along her inner thigh startled her. It tickled, and sent a shiver through her whole body and reduced her to the consistency of jello. Her nipples tightened to hard points, begging to be touched. His fingers trailed down her leg, then back up toward her core before shying away and trailing down her other leg.
She trembled, then flinched as his fingers caught the waistband of her pants, drawing them down her legs with oh-so-slow motions. She held her breath, then whispered, “Can I take my shirt off?”
“You may.” He slipped her pants free of her feet. The light sound of them hitting the floor sounded like a gunshot to her over-stimulated body.
His lips blazed along her thigh as she struggled out of her shirt, her breaths coming in short, quick gasps. The shirt cleared her head and she dropped it to the side with abandon as his lips trailed higher, grazing the muscle between her pussy and thigh. When his teeth touched the skin, she let out a moan that sounded like the mew of a kitten.
He rose to his knees and crawled over her, his eyes intense. She just watched, wondering what he had planned. The sheer control in his expression startled her.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can.” His whisper drew a whimper from her throat, and she watched him tug his shirt up over his head. As soon as he was free of the confines of the material, his lips dipped down to touch hers. His body seemed to engulf her, as if it wanted to consume her and share one skin.
“I’m scared,” she whispered against his lips.
“I’m just a man, sweetheart, not a monster.” His breath tickled over her chin as he lowered his face to kiss her throat. “Touch me, explore, get comfortable. You’re going to be spending a lot more intimate time with me.”
She did as she was told, her hands roaming over his ribs, up to his broad shoulders and back down to his straight hips. Meanwhile, he kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her temples, each touch a tiny brand that sizzled.
After a few moments, he pulled back and she sat up, worried he was going. He flashed her a small smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not done.”
He reached around her and she gasped, shocked by his sudden closeness. He whisked her bra off, then put a hand to her shoulder. His hand pushed her shoulder and she fell back, watching him as he tugged her panties down. The last barrier gone, things seemed even more intense, more dangerous, and she wondered if her inability to breathe was a fleeting thing.
He tossed the scrap of cloth to the side and ran a finger between her soaked folds, his gaze lifting to meet hers, a bemused grin on his face. “My, my, someone’s excited.”
She nodded, not trusting her voice as he teased. “Are you a good girl?” he asked. A whimper left her throat as he dragged his finger down toward her entrance.
“Yes!” The word was a gasp over her lips, and she watched him study her pussy. His scrutiny teased her even more, and she moaned, lifting her hips just a bit in hopes he’d stop teasing and start giving her the pleasure she’d dreamed of. The shock of his touch sent small jolts through her belly as he stroked along the shaved skin of her pussy lips.
“I’m not so sure,” he whispered. Her eyes flew open, focusing on him. He moved his fingers up, his eyes studying her. The flickers of pleasure became blinding, teetering on the edge of pain as he rolled her clit gently between thumb and forefinger.
“I’ll be good,” she whimpered, and he gave a short, dark laugh.
“Yes, you will.” The torture increased and her belly tightened, aching with the mounting pressure. “You’re going to come,” he said, and she let out a small cry.
“And that’s the next step of your training. When I tell you to come, you will,” he said. His lips touched her, his velvety tongue tickling at first. Then he began a rough rhythm of circles and slashes along her clit and her body jolted, well out of her control. Part of her wanted to fight, to force herself to relax.
Instead, she let go. The pleasure intensified as she shooed away any remaining inhibitions and enjoyed the thought that her step-brother, the male who was forbidden, passionately made love to her with his tongue.
Her body glowed with heat, it radiated off her like steam off a bath. The twitching of her belly moved down to her legs, leaving them trembling. Then he changed things up, his tongue pressing harder, directly on the hood of her button before circling and slashing back across the delicate spot. Spasms ripped through her core, the exquisite sensations forcing her breaths into short, sharp gasps as white hot lights flashed in the edges of her vision.
He continued teasing, the pressure easing off a bit as her orgasm abated. His tongue deserted her, and she begged him not to go.
“Quiet.” At his command, her mouth snapped shut, her arguments silenced. He climbed on top of her, his eyes focused on hers. His knuckle dragged along her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered, lowing to plant a kiss on her lips. With gentle passion, he dove between her lips, his tongue working around hers. When he pulled back, she was breathless. “Do you trust me?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Roll over,” he said. She did as she was told, her heart hammering in her chest. His hips pressed down on her ass, his cock slipping between the slight space between her thighs and brushing against her entrance. She let out a contented sigh as all his weight crushed down on her, his elbows outside her shoulders. His forearms closed in around her, holding her close while she looked over her shoulder at him.
“It’ll hurt less this way, but it’s still going to hurt.” He stamped tiny kisses along her shoulder. Here and there, his tongue flicked over her skin. He cradled her cheek, his palm calloused, warm and comforting. His teeth scraped her neck and his hips jolted forward.
His cock pressed into her, eased along by her juices. It didn’t hurt too bad, and she relaxed, enjoying the heat of him as he pushed in deeper. When he paused, she instinctively clenched her jaw. With a quick, hard push, he busted the barrier and she flinched. Pain lapped at her, but the distraction of his lips and teeth playing at her neck drew her mind off it.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, and she took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax. She shuddered as he pulled back a bit before sheathing himself again.
“That feels… good,” she whispered, shocked at the thrilling scrape of the head of his cock on her g-spot as he pressed home again.
“That’s the idea, Angel.” He nuzzled her neck. She glanced up at him, loving the dark intensity of his expression as he claimed her. The hand that had been on her cheek lowered, sliding down to gently grip her throat. His fingers tightened a bit and her belly tightened. Something about the possessive gesture intensified her pleasure, and she began to really enjoy his brand of ruthless passion. The curve of his hand around her throat, the throbbing of his cock deep inside her and the way heat pooled deep in her, begging to explode outward tormented her. The sensations grew, her mind struggled to keep up in the hazy tilt and whirl of passion.
The thrust of his hips. The answer of her ass tilting to meet him. The primal growls and groans leaving his lips. The pain of him plunging deep and the way her head tossed when their bodies rocked forward.
His fingers closed around hers, entwining as he moved quicker. Sensuous lips tagged her neck, his teeth nipped her jaw, every action lending him an air of control. Not that she had any desire to stop him.
Wet sounds of sex filled the air. It matched the rhythm of their voices, creating a music in her mind. With every thrust, his shaft slid along her g-spot. His body played hers like a bow coaxing bea
uty from a violin. He nipped at her shoulder again and the sharp sting of his teeth sent her body into uncontrollable spasms.
“Oh, God!” She moaned the words, and he let out a blood curdling chuckle.
“Again, greedy girl?” His evil tone held a hint of amusement, but she shook her head with a touch of fear. Would he punish her for the pleasure tearing her apart from inside? Before she could say anything, he shivered, his smooth plunge and retreat rhythm becoming jerky, rough.
He kissed along her shoulder once more, the thrusts growing shorter with longer pauses between and she realized he’d finished. She moaned, sad they had to stop even though she was sore. He withdrew, rolling over and away from her. Pain crashed through her. She let out a squeal as he turned and pulled her close. Facing him, she tried to keep calm as he pulled her on top of him. Straddling his hips, she sat up, looking down at him.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his eyes roaming her face.
She nodded. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her body down to his chest. “You’re lucky,” he sneered, before rolling over her again. With him pinning her down again, her body protested. Her hips ached, her core thudded with dull pain. Despite the fear welling up in her, she stared up at him, a small smile teasing her lips.
“Am I, Sir?” she whispered, and he stiffened instantly, the tip of him touching her entrance. For a moment, she wondered if he would just take her anyway.
“Yes, you are.” He slid off the bed. When he scooped her up in his sinewy arms, she held on for dear life. He cradled her, carrying her to his bathroom. He lay her in the tub and pulled the lever. She watched his intent motions, thinking how handsome he was, both dangerous and caring at the same time. As water cascaded into the tub, he turned to her with a serious expression. “A hot bath will ease your aches. But after that, you’re to do as you’re told.”
She relaxed as the hot water rose around her. Despite his hard attitude, she had a feeling he’d be in for a surprise. The part of him that needed to protect her was stronger than the part that wanted to control her. Not that it mattered. She planned to follow his every order because she wanted to please him. He’d already proven what he could do if she behaved, and she was hooked.
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Thank you, dear reader, for reading this naughty story. I hope you enjoyed it.
Alexia Stark
