ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) (7 page)

“Please sir!”

I cried the first time he lashed at my back. It hurt so much and he made no sound as he did it.

Then, he took a pause and whipped in the air and I thought that gave me a few seconds to beg once again for mercy.  I had to plead for him to stop.  My hands were tied and so were my legs in a strap.  He was the only person that could save me from this hell.

“Sir!”

He stopped for a brief moment.

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes, sir. It really hurt….” Once again, I hoped that it was the right answer. Once again, I hoped that he would do the right thing and let me go. Once again, all I had was hope.

“Good.” He said relieved. 

“Good. Now, you understand what will happen to you if you do not behave then maybe you will think twice about it.

Twice.

He has got to be kidding.

Then, he dawned on me that he wasn´t so, I nodded. I was too weak to speak and the only thing that I knew I could say to save me left a bitter taste in my mouth.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed as he said, “Good girl, you are learning.”

He had proven that my existence was in his hand and he was enjoying every moment of it. I had visions of him smiling.  His dark eyes glowing knowing that my life was in his hand and he could do whatever he pleased with it. 

“Now, this has been a valuable lesson for you.”

“Drink this.”

He moved towards me and put liquid in my mouth. The only thing I said was, “Yes, sir.”

He coughed as I said it and continued to put the liquid in my mouth. I am not sure how long I was sitting there or whatever happened next.  All I know is that tiredness took over my body.  I went out like a light.

I woke up in my bed.  I had no recollection of time.  I saw the same cream sheets on my bed.  Everything was familiar.  Yet, I felt light-headed. I knew that he had drugged me. It was obvious from the fact that he wanted me to drink it.  I lifted up my covers to reveal that I was naked.

I picked up my phone to look at the time.  It said one in the afternoon on the thirteenth.  I had slept all through the night.  Whatever, he put in that drink, must have been strong, because I had slept so much.

I jumped into the shower and turned to look at my back in the mirror whilst in the shower.   There was a scar, quite a deep one. It was right in the middle where he had whipped me.  Fear settled in about taking on this agreement. I took it on for pleasure, not for pain.

That was when I thought about the true meaning of the contract.  As the thought ran through my head I could hear a knock on the door.

I jumped out and wrapped my towel around my body.  Yet, it felt pointless because I knew who it was, there could only be one person who knew to come to my room now.

He had cameras of every room in the house. Even mine. There was no privacy and as he had said, I signed the contract.  He owned me and I have given it to him on a plate thinking that I meant something to him.

I did, I was his property.

As I opened the door, he said calmly, “Did you have a good sleep?”

I nodded, we were no longer on his time. I no longer had to call him sir.

Then, he gave me a gentle reminder, the one thing I didn´t want to hear especially because I was hungry and still light headed.  “Just remember your due in my room in twenty minutes.”

Wow, I was really in the shower that long?

My hair was wet and as much as I wanted to be a part of his world. Right now, I couldn´t think of anything, but being far from it. He had scared me. No, he had scared the fucking shit out of me.  Not in a good way.

This is when I thought I would appeal to the part of him that I thought was hidden deep inside of him.  He made me sign that contract, because he had wanted me.

He could have any woman. I was so close to him, because our parents were married. That must mean something to him.

“Damon, why did you hurt me like that?” I asked as I looked back and grabbed a towel to dry my hair.

I was frightened about his response. Some part of me hoped that he would say something nice.  But, he didn´t.

“For my pleasure.”

I stopped in my tracks as I watched him put his hands in his jeans.  He rocked forward waiting for me to respond.

I drew closer to him and said in a whisper.

“So my pain gives you pleasure?”

He stood on the balls of his feet and said, “Yes.”

He sighed as he rose one hand to my face, he gently caressed it and said, “You should be flattered. Not many women have done that for me.”

I shook my head and said, “What?”

“I´ve had around five women in that room. None of them have given me as much pleasure as you did being whipped. You should be f-l-a-t-t-e-r-e-d…” he said slowly and then he smiled.

His lips curled perfectly and he drew closer, for what I thought was a kiss.  Instead he whispered when he was so near, “Be ready. You´re wasting time.”

His hand dropped from cupping my face in a heartbeat.  I opened my eyes wide as I watched him walk out of my room.  Feeling like a stupid school girl for rushing to attend class.

He said, I was late.

He said, I was one of six.

He said, I was the only woman that had made him have so much pleasure.

That could only mean one thing, he was mine.

I would take the pain away and make it only pleasure.  I would go along with this contract on the basis that deep down I mean more to him.  He just doesn’t see it, he feels it.

I made sure I carefully creamed my body and wore sexy underwear. I would be obedient some times until eventually I would be constantly disobedient and he wouldn´t be able to punish me.

Because, he is mine.

THE END

3.Stepbrother Seduction

I tilted my head back and looked out the sunroof of my mother’s latest sports car, letting the sun hit may face. My blonde hair was blowing and tangling around me in the passenger seat as I closed my eyes, and she went on about the details of her upcoming wedding to husband number four. We had only been in the car for an hour, but I already missed my college life and the experiences of my sophomore year.  I also couldn’t stand the thought of the summer with a new husband I didn’t know, and my overprotective mother.

I had slept with two people this year, which was two thirds of my sexual encounter. Neither experience had been mind-blowing or overly stimulating, but I was able to make myself have an orgasm a few of the times. I event tried dating both of them, but things fizzled out both times.

I opened my eyes and realized my mother was beaming, talking about the ceremony and honeymoon like it was her first wedding. I couldn’t wait to see what Calvin looked like, since he was oddly the same age as my mother, and not her typical cougar catch. Looking at her, someone could easily assume it was her first set of nuptials. My mother was striking and looked eerily young for her age, and she looked very similar to me. Her hair was naturally blonde with highlights, long and layered, but her dark eyes and tan skin made her look exotic. She was petite but thin and tone, and had curves in all the right places to draw attention. She exuded sex appeal and confidence, which is where our similarities were proven to be only skin deep.

Although our body type and characteristics were similar, my face and features looked childlike and innocent, barely convincing people of the 20
th
birthday I was about to celebrate. My mother used her body and sensuality to get what she wanted, but I was shy and self-conscious when it came to men. This was something I hoped to work on this summer while I was home, with the boys I had went to high school with, and the summer tourist I wouldn’t have to see again.

“You should be excited to know you won’t be the only kid in the house this summer Sarah, Calvin has a son, Robert. He’s a bit older than you, he’ll be 27 in the fall, but he’ll be staying with us at the beach house weekends and holidays. He works with Calvin at the firm in the city during the week, but both of them are going to try to spend as much time getting to know you as they can while you’re home” she bubbled excitedly. I rolled my eyes, and could only imagine how uncomfortable this entire summer would be. Thankfully it was Sunday night, so they should be gone for the next few days.

As we continued our drive to our beach house in Hilton Head, I decided I was going to trade my regular room for the guest house. I would be spending my days lounging by the pool anyways, and I needed to get as far away from my mother as possible. We had a 12,000 ft. beach house that overlooked the ocean, so it was easy to keep away from her, plus there were always things going on at the club or the beach. My mother also kept herself busy with an exclusive social calendar.

When we pulled in the driveway, my mother was on the phone with Calvin, so I grabbed my purse and jumped out of the car. I headed into the pool house around the back walkway and the door was slightly open, so I pushed through and walked in.

I am quickly hit with the sight of wet skin, a wrapped towel and abs. I followed the abs upwards to see bulging pectorals, broad shoulders and muscular arms. When my eyes meet his I freeze, taking in his boyish smirk, but smoldering handsome face and brown eyes. He has dark brown hair that is cut short, but wet and messy, and his bold cheekbones and strong facial features are overpowering me. I can’t look away from this tall man standing in front of me. “I’m Rob” he spoke as he held out his hand, with his other hand holding up the towel. I managed to look away, holding out my hand in embarrassment, “I’m Sarah, sorry I didn’t know you were in here.” My nipples were hard, and we could both see them poking through my shirt. I managed to lunge for the door before his eyes return from my breasts to my face, walking out quickly and fleeting to the house.

I went straight from the front door up the stairs, and my mom yelled something about dinner after me. I’m barely able to catch my breath and flop on my bed when she walks in behind me. “I was going to tell you Robert is staying in the guest house, did you two meet?” she asked. My face grew hot but I tried to stay calm, “yes we met, when will dinner be ready, do I have time to change?” I quickly rose and headed to my closet. “It should be ready in about 20 minutes, but Calvin won’t be home from the city until later, so you won’t meet him until morning. Robert will join us, so hurry up and come downstairs.” I heard my door close and I pondered what to wear.

I came down for dinner with both Rob and my mother waiting at the dining table, wearing a pair of yoga pants and a lace camisole. I wanted to look comfortable while showing off my body, since I already saw what my soon to be step brother had to offer. Was it weird I was thinking like this, even though we would soon be siblings legally? I avoided his gaze and tried not to make eye contact the entire night. He was charming and well-spoken, and came to dinner dressed as a mature man, in slacks and a button down shirt, not like a twenty something boy. It made me second guess the clothes I had worn, even though I caught him smiling at me and winking throughout the meal.

After dinner my mom cleared the table, and suggested I relax in the hot tub now that finals were over and the year was behind me. I was eager to do this, knowing Rob would be able to see me from the pool house. During dinner I learned that Rob was a Stanford graduate, and CFO of his father’s investment firm. He was wealthy and sexy, and living within a few steps of my bedroom door. Maybe I wouldn’t have to look far to get the experiences I hoped for this summer. I had a couple glasses of wine with dinner, which my mother surprisingly didn’t contest, but I decided to make a drink from the bar before I changed into my suit. If I wanted to get experience, I needed to get the confidence to go for it.

I choose a sheer light pink bikini that was simple but sexy, and dropped a towel by the edge of the hot tub. I flipped on the ground lights around the pool area, providing a little light, and to let Rob know I was out there. Within seconds I heard the pool house door open, and out he came. He was wearing navy blue swim trunks that hung low on his hips, exposing is v-shaped abdomen. He had football player good looks, but with a business like finish that made him so desirable.

My entire body tensed as he walked near, and I heard subtle music start playing from the speakers. “Do you like John Mayer?” he asked as lowered himself in the hot tub. I nodded as I took a sip of my drink. You could tell Rob wasn’t the type of guy that chased girls around, and that he went after the things he wanted.

After brief small talk, he started moving towards me in the water. “So did you like what you saw earlier?” he asked, still coming closer. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about” I responded, trying to pretend to be annoyed. He brushed my breast with his knuckles and my entire body tensed, and I met his eyes. “When you saw me in the pool house, your body looked … ready” he chuckled, stroking my breast again.” I could feel my nipples poking through my swimsuit, just like they hardened when I first saw him, and I was burning inside.

“I think you’re used to getting what you want, when you want it” I said, facing him with fake confidence, trying not to look terrified, “but maybe not everyone want’s you.” Robert narrowed in on me, meeting my eyes, and he reached his hands through the side of by top to grab my breast, gently twisting my nipple with his wet hands. I could smell his fresh cologne, and feel the strength in his hands as he caressed my breast. “That may be true, but it’s very clear that you want me” he whispered, and put his mouth on mine. I instinctively put my fingers into his hair and let his tongue slide in my mouth, stroking it with my tongue gently, but what in the hell was I doing?

I moved myself back from him on the bench of the hot tub and looked at him in bewilderment. I fixed my swimsuit top and ignored the desire between my legs. “My mother might come down here, I should get to bed” I spoke, but my body was ready for him. “She’s been in bed for a while I bet, and I can help you sleep better” he insisted, and he started kissing my neck. I couldn’t restrain him I was so needy. As I moaned in the pleasure of his soft kisses and teasing bites up and down my neck, I felt his hand between my legs under the water. He moved my bikini bottoms out of the way, and I opened my legs. As he rubbed my clit, he moved from my neck to my breast, and took my nipple in his mouth, flicking it and sucking it. 

He slid in his finger and I tightened around it, wondering what he was going to feel like inside of me. I grabbed through his trunks and felt his erection, throbbing and hard, but getting harder with my touch. As his finger pushed around inside of me and this thumb massaged my clit, I was going to cum. “Don’t stop” I whispered, and he looked up at me from my breast, smiling. He pulled out his finger and grabbed my hips, pushing me up on the edge of the hot tub. “Oh no, you don’t have to” I panicked as I realized what was about to happen. “Shhhhh, relax” he convinced me as he untied my bottoms, and tossed them to the side.

I have never really enjoyed someone going down on me, although I have only allowed it a couple of times. I quickly panicked, but was relived to remember I had just shaved. As he spread my legs on the concrete and cupped my butt, I was nervous but ready. I have never been so exposed, or so inhibition less. He kept his eyes with mine, but stuck his tongue in my clit, starting to massage it and suckle gently. The stuble on his face was rough between my legs, but the rhythm of his tongue was taking me to the breaking point. He licked back and forth, and then would go around and inside the tip of me. I leaned my head back and tried to be quiet, while pressing the back of his head into me with my hands. I came violently with my body shaking but he didn’t stop sucking, prolonging my orgasm. I couldn’t do anything but lay back on the hard ground.