My Stepbrother the Dom (Stepbrother Romance)

by Arabella Quinn

  “But I’m not a Dom.” I sounded defensive even to myself.

  Betsy sighed. “Johnnie tells me you’re a natural.”

  “I’m just acting.” I started to sweat. For some reason, the conversation was making me nervous.

  “Then you’re a damn fine actor.” Betsy didn’t look convinced. “Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t experienced anything? Felt a dynamic with any of your subs? A connection?”

  I immediately thought of April. But she didn’t mean anything to me; I just felt protective of her. It didn’t help that she looked at me with trust shining in her big blue eyes. Like I could be everything for her. She didn’t know I was a fraud.

  She was just an innocent. And if I wasn’t a hell of a lot more careful controlling my insatiable lust for her, I was going to end up hurting her. I had been so close to blowing it the last time I saw her. I had just wanted to fuck her silly, but instead I stormed out like a petulant child because I couldn’t control myself. If I were smart, I would make sure I never saw her again before my inexperience at being a Dom caused any problems.

  Betsy broke into my train of thought. “I’m not going to press, because this is none of my business. But I see you struggling with this and it really doesn’t need to be so difficult. You don’t have to be ashamed of your dominant nature. There’s nothing wrong with it. Embrace it.”

  Did I enjoy dominating a woman? Wielding absolute control? There had been flashes of something there, but I had dismissed it as my ego getting off on the power. “I’m not sure…”

  Betsy raised an eyebrow. “You know that being a Dom doesn’t have to be a 24/7 type of thing. Depending on your partner’s needs, you could play only in the bedroom or only during certain times.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not sure I want to be with a woman who wants to be so submissive.”

  “Things aren’t always what they seem. The most submissive woman in the bedroom can be a absolute dynamo out in the real world.” She paused for a moment, like she was trying to decide if she should continue, “Not many people at the club know this, but outside of work, I’ve been the sub in a relationship for over 30 years. Do I seem meek to you?”

  My face must have reflected my astonishment, because she laughed.

  I was more confused than ever. “Thanks for talking to me, Betsy. I’ve got some thinking to do, I guess. I thought I knew myself, but things have been getting a bit murky for me lately.”

  She smiled reassuringly. “Keep an open mind, Cole... and, an open heart.”

  I stood up to leave.

  “Think about it and we’ll talk about Level 2 next week.”

  She wasn’t going to let me off the hook with the training. Somehow, she always seemed to get what she wanted.

  Chapter 10

  AVA

  Thanksgiving came and went. Cole hadn’t shown up because he was just too busy for family. Normally, I would have been pretty upset, but I had other things on my mind. Or should I say – other people.

  I tried my hardest to forget about Master Royce. After our last disastrous encounter, I had moped for days. I was depressed.

  Trying somehow to work out my muddled feelings, not only did I research the internet about BDSM relationships, but I hit the library and found some ‘old school’ BDSM books to study. I was hoping something would unlock the worry in my head and the confusion in my heart.

  Was I attracted to the BDSM lifestyle? Every which way I looked at it, gave me the same answer - only if it was with Master Royce. So maybe, I was just infatuated with Master Royce himself.

  Did I have feelings for Master Royce the Dom or Master Royce the person? That one was harder to figure out. I didn’t even know the person behind the gladiator costume.

  And the burning question: how could I be so stupid to think that I had a special connection with a Dom at a sex club that I paid to spend time with? It was beyond ridiculous. I knew that. Yet, my heart wouldn’t give up. I was a fool.

  I figured there was only one way I could answer all the crazy questions I had. I needed to do more research - and that meant going back to the club.

  It was another week before I could get back to ‘Sanctuary’. I had an eerie sense of déjà vu when I walked into the club. I was beginning to feel like a regular when the bouncer nodded to me in recognition and when Sasha greeted me by name.

  Sasha led me to Betsy’s office, so I could pay. I fiddled with my hands as I sat in the chair. “Is there something - like maybe an intermediate package that I could try?”

  Betsy was about to swipe my credit card through the machine, but stopped. “You’re feeling a bit more adventurous? Maybe you’d like to try a different Dom? Master Kevin, perhaps?”

  “No!” I said a little too emphatically. “I mean- it has to be Master Royce. I trust him. It’s just that maybe he’s a little too careful with me. Especially after the first time I was here. I don’t blame him. I wasn’t ready. But, I’m ready for more now. How do I tell him that? That I’m ready for the next step?”

  Betsy scrutinized me carefully. “Communication is very important, dear. You should be talking to each other before and after your sessions, especially now that you’re establishing a relationship. And you need to be totally honest with him. He can’t read your mind, even if it seems like he can.”

  “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

  Betsy swiped my card. “Good luck, my dear. These things take a lot of work. I’m giving you the beginner’s package again. It’s actually cheaper that way. And no matter what the package is called, Master Royce can take you farther - if he thinks you are ready.”

  “Thanks, Betsy.”

  “Oh, don’t forget.” Betsy slid open her desk drawer. “Here’s your mask.”

  ~~

  He tensed the moment he saw me. I could see it in the way he moved. I knelt in my usual position, my heart beating like crazy. The atmosphere was charged between us.

  “Hello April.”

  I kept my head pointing straight ahead. “Hello, Sir.”

  “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again.” He sounded tired.

  I swallowed nervously. “I’m ready, now… for the next step.”

  He looked at me quizzically. “And what is the next step?”

  “I, uh, I don’t know, Sir.”

  He walked over to me. “Then how do you know you’re ready?”

  We seemed to be talking in circles, when all I wanted to do was be truthful with him. “Sir, I want you to teach me. I trust you.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t trust me.” He sounded bitter. Was this some kind of test? I wasn’t sure what to say so I remained quiet.

  “Stand up and take off your clothes.” The controlling edge was back in his voice. Hearing him take charge sent a thrilling jolt down my spine.

  I stood and began removing my clothes as usual.

  “Leave your bra on. Panties off.”

  I froze for a moment. Panties off? Another jolt buzzed through me. I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation.

  Master Royce continued, “Fold your clothes and put them on the table. Then lay down on the couch.” His instructions were clear and authoritative. There would be no more negotiations.

  I watched him from the corner of my eye as I followed his orders. He was back at the wall cabinet. Was he going to pull out the flogger again? Or something different? I shivered as I thought of the possibilities. I had wanted to take this to the next level, after all.

  When I was finished, I hurried over to the couch and laid down. Time seemed to slow to almost a stop. Fear and anticipation heightened in me with every passing second.

  Finally, after an eternity, Master Royce approached the couch and knelt in front of it.

  He held up a strange looking instrument. “This is a Wartenberg wheel.” It looked like a miniature pizza cutter with tiny spikes all around the wheel.

  “Hold out your hand, palm up.”

  I held out my hand and he began slowly running the device across the sk
in of my palm. The points were sharp and they left a trail of tiny stings that left imprints in my skin as it tracked along.

  “If I press too hard, it’ll break your skin.” Master Royce mentioned nonchalantly.

  My face must have mirrored my nervousness.

  “Do you trust me, April?”

  My answer was barely above a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you remember your safe words?”

  I nodded. “Yellow and red, Sir.”

  “Good. I want you to put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers together.”

  I complied. Master Royce ran his finger along the newly exposed skin on the underside of my arms, from my elbow to my armpit, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. “Hmmm. Such delicate skin.”

  Then he stood and lifted my right leg off the couch. He caressed my calf before draping it gently over the back of the couch, leaving my pussy exposed to his eyes. I realized I was panting as he stared at me hungrily. His gaze was stoking the white-hot heat that burned between my legs.

  “Close your eyes, April.” He ordered.

  I closed my eyes and tensed my body. I expected to feel the stinging pricks of the wheel as it criss-crossed my skin. Instead, I felt his fingers and lips all over my body. Fingers trailing down my arm. Lips nipping at my neck. Fingertips sliding up the inside of my thigh. A soft kiss on my hip bone. A tweak of my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

  I never knew what was coming next or where it would come from. It was maddening as my body writhed around, twisting this way and that, reacting to his every touch.

  When I felt the wheel on my skin, I inhaled sharply. It was a huge contrast in sensation compared to the gentle touches from his lips and fingers. The wheel rolled across the exposed skin of inside of my arm. I stopped breathing.

  Each millimeter that the wheel turned, I felt a sharp, painful prick on my skin. One after another. Tugging at my skin. Leaving tiny stinging bites in its path.

  The first pass was excruciating. Then I felt Master Royce’s finger trace over the path that the wheel had made, almost erasing the painful reminder.

  Before I could catch my breath, I felt the wheel tugging at my skin again. Sliding across my chest and crossing the tops of both breasts. I was focused so much on the painful pricks that I barely noticed that my hips were thrusting upward. My body was begging to be relieved of the unbearable need growing in my pussy.

  Master Royce’s lips pressed a gentle kiss on the top of each of my breasts before the wheel started its new path. This time it slid from just under my belly button slowly toward my left leg.

  “Keep still, April.” I froze at his command.

  I hadn’t realized I was moving, but I immediately stopped the wiggling of my hips. His finger retraced the wheel’s path and I waited in dreaded anticipation where it would go next.

  The wheel started its agonizing journey just above my knee on the leg draped over the sofa. It slid slowly downward, leaving stinging pinpricks all along the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh. My hands were clenched in fists behind my head and I willed my body not to move.

  This was an erotic kind of play that I’d never experienced. Fear mixing with trust. Pain mixing with pleasure.

  I expected the wheel to stop when it got close to my exposed pussy. But, it didn’t. I moaned, long and low, when the wheel kept turning. It rolled over my labia and directly over my engorged clit. The pain exploded into pleasure.

  The wheel was gone. Master Royce’s tongue was tracing its last path. Slowly up my thigh. My eyes flew open. His tongue slid closer to my throbbing pussy. I thought I might die before it got there.

  I was panting like a wild woman. My hips were grinding into air. He was almost there. Exactly were I needed him most.

  Right before he was about to dive in, he looked up. Our eyes locked. He stopped. I saw his eyes change, right in front of me. They had been filled with a wild lust one second and then clearing the next as I saw him regain his control. He was going to fucking stop.

  I was panicked. “Green!”

  That made him sit up. “What did you say, April?”

  Oh God, don’t stop! “I mean, you don’t have to stop. Keep going.”

  He sounded angry, “And are you the one that’s in charge here?”

  I had made a mistake somehow. “No! You are, of course.”

  “And how do you address me?” He had a warning glint in his eye.

  “Sir! I forgot. I’m just so… I’m sorry, Sir.”

  His voice was steely cold, “Stand up, April.”

  My legs were shaking as I stood up. Master Royce sat on the couch. “Come over to my lap, April.”

  I tentatively climbed onto his lap; my mind was racing. Maybe he wasn’t that angry? I looked at him expectantly.

  His words were cold. “Not this way. Turn around. I need that pretty little ass right where I can spank it.”

  My pussy clenched. I reluctantly twisted in his lap and lay with my ass sprawled over his legs.

  “How many spanks do you deserve, April? Do you deserve at least one spank?” His hand was slowly rubbing my ass cheeks.

  “Yes Sir.” I managed to squeak out the words.

  His right hand crashed against my ass. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.

  Master Royce’s left hand slipped under my body. His thumb slowly circled my clit while a finger slid through my juicy slit and penetrated my opening. I lurched against his fingers. The feeling was exquisite.

  “Do you deserve at least two spanks?” His other hand was rubbing my ass again, soothing the sting.

  I whimpered, “Yes Sir.”

  Master Royce handed out another stinging slap while his fingers continued to slide in and out of my pussy.

  My hips bucked against his hand. The steady pressure was torturous. I was half-crazed with need.

  “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to cum. When you’re here, you’re pussy is MINE. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes.” It was impossible that I wasn’t coming already. He had held me on the edge for so long now, that it was too unbearable. I thought I might die.

  “Do you deserve at least three spanks?”

  I’m not sure what exactly came out of my mouth, but I desperately tried to answer, “Yes Sir.”

  I barely felt the next spank. Whether my ass was numb or the spank was lighter, I didn’t know. I was too focused on other things - namely the agonizing torture of his fingers stimulating my clit and sliding through my swollen sex.

  “You may cum now.” Master Royce did something – I wasn’t sure, because I was too out of my mind, but whatever it was released the floodgates. I felt a warm gush as my body let go. I shattered to pieces.

  I twitched and flopped on top of his lap like a fish out of water. At some point he gathered me up into his arms. I clung to him like a drowning sailor clung to a life preserver.

  “Are you okay, April?” His voice was much gentler now.

  I nodded my head; I was afraid my voice might not work.

  Master Royce gently rubbed my shoulders. “There’s no blanket back here. Let me get up and get one for you.”

  He gently pushed me aside and stood. I didn’t want him to go.

  “Sir, wait!”

  He turned back and looked at me inquiringly.

  I sat up on the couch, taking in this delicious specimen of a man from head to toe. He had done incredible things to my body. Things I had never even fantasized about.

  “Sir, may I see you?” I reached out my hands and rested them on his hips. I wanted to tear the black snug shorts right off him. But I waited.

  I held my breath, waiting for his answer. Finally, he said, “You may.”

  I didn’t wait another second. I dug my fingers into the waistband and dragged the shorts down his body as fast as I could. His cock was huge. It had been hidden quite well by the form fitting gladiator shorts.

  I felt a dull ache in my pussy. I licked
my lips. “Sir, may I?”

  This time, he practically growled at me. “You may.”

  My lips wrapped around the head of his cock. I tongued the pre-cum that was on his tip, tasting his maleness. I started cautiously working his cock in and out of my mouth, but soon found a good rhythm. I took him in as far as I could, and then used my hands to work the rest of his length. The more he groaned the more I worked to pleasure him.

  “Stop April. I’m going to cum.” It was an order.

  I grabbed onto his hips and drove his cock into my mouth over and over. He wasn’t going anywhere.

  He unloaded into my mouth and I worked hard to milk every last drop from him. It was a gift that I got tremendous pleasure from giving to him.

  But he didn’t look too happy about it. He slipped the tight shorts back on. “I think we’ve done enough.”

  “Are you mad at me?” I remained on my knees.

  He sighed. “No. I’m not mad, April. It’s just… just our time is up for today.”

  He walked out the door without looking back.

  Chapter 11

  COLE

  It was my last night at ‘Sanctuary’. Before the club opened, the staff had all gotten together to have cake and wish me well. Hopefully, I had heard my last ‘glad he ate her’ joke.

  Betsy had tried her best to talk me into staying. She even offered me the opportunity to choose my own working hours. I could come in whenever I wanted. Even once a month if I chose.

  I declined. I had the money to pay off my entire debt. By this time tomorrow, I’d be done with the loan shark and his goons forever.

  If I’d had any doubt about the whole Dom thing, my last disastrous night with April had convinced me. I was no Dominant.

  April had looked so beautiful that night - so eager and willing. Everything about the Wartenberg wheel had been so good. She had lain before me so submissive and trusting. She had left herself completely in my protection.