SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (10 page)

He
bit down hard enough to make her squeal, “ouch!”

Laughing,
he gave her scoop number four and then his two. Beneath his legs he could feel
how tense she was all through her core. Under her beautiful curves were muscles
well-toned and strong. His hands spanned her stomach and he could feel her abs
ripple beneath his palms.

“You’re
so tense I like that.” He said with a smile. His hand traced along her
fluttering muscles.

She
was beyond being able to answer. When he went to feed her the fifth spoonful,
she almost wanted to refuse it, knowing he was going to torture her nipples
with his tongue again. She had never been so worked up in all her life. But,
like a good girl, she ate the ice cream. And as soon as she did, down he went
to lick, tickle, and tongue her tits until he drove her completely wild.

At
one point she was moving so much she nearly unseated him. He rose up enough to
reach under her and pull her over to one side and then deliver a series of
sharp slaps to her ass. She let out a girlish yelp each time his hand came
crashing against her cheek.

“You
keep still these are my tits even if they are on your body. If I want to sit
here and lick them for hours, I will. No more moving out of you.”

Submitted
by his harsh tone, when he let her lay flat again, Jillian worked hard to stay
still. By having to stay frozen, she could feel him in her pussy as he still
lapped at her breasts with that damned tongue of his. The very brief spanking he
gave her only added to her arousal. Even though she still wore the butt plug,
her pussy felt emptier than ever before. If he didn’t fill her soon, she wasn’t
sure she could control herself.

Brad
knew he brought her to the brink. He tenderly kissed each of her nipples and
then slid his body down hers until he was between her legs. Jillian sucked in a
deep breath and held it in anticipation, hoping he was going to do what she
thought.

Quick
as a snake, he darted his tongue out to tickle her pussy and then drew it away.
Jillian let out a deep groan that rumbled to her core. As amusing as it was, he
wanted her to get more used to controlling herself. Again, he shoved her onto
her side and spanked her ass. She hissed through her teeth as a bright
handprint flared red against her cheek.

“I
think you know better than to impose your frustration on me,” he said with a
little venom on his tongue. “Learn to control yourself, or your co-workers will
be wondering why you never sit down anymore.”

Jillian
vowed to herself to keep still and quiet. She cursed her traitor body for
reacting like it did for the way he handled her. It didn’t matter what he did;
he could be gentle, and it would turn her on, he could be rough, and it would
turn her on. Fuck, he could outright spank her and it would turn her on. She
couldn’t win! If she didn’t come soon, she felt like she would explode into a
million pieces all over her bedroom.

“Good
luck explaining that to your squad,” she muttered. Realizing she said it
out-loud, she clamped her hands over her mouth and looked at him with wide
scared eyes.

“Explaining
what?” he asked, wondering if she was actually referring to his threat.

She
gave her cute little embarrassed shrug and didn’t meet his eyes when she said,
“When I explode into zillions of bloody pieces of bone and brain because you
didn’t let me come.”

“Well,
we wouldn’t want that,” he winked.

She
didn’t have another coherent thought the rest of the night, but at least she
was in one piece when he left her early the next morning.

The
occasion was Michael’s birthday. Jillian had gone to her dad’s house and cooked
him his favorite dinner, surf and turf. She steamed lobsters for her, Brad, and
her dad and then cooked rib-eyes to order on the grill for each of them. Corn
on the cob and baked potatoes completed the dinner. She liked cooking for her
dad on special occasions. If she tried to take him out to eat, he would never
let her get away with paying. This way she bought the ingredients herself and
took them to his house. They ate out on the patio, the delicious food
accompanied by a full bodied red from her father’s wine cellar.

Dessert
was apple pie with ice cream and Jillian had a tough time explaining her blush as
she scooped out ice cream for each of them.

“I
guess it’s all that yummy food,” she mumbled, her father looking at her confusedly
while Brad tried not to laugh.

After
dinner, they all sat around her father’s outdoor fireplace. The fire crackled
merrily while they chatted about this and that. Finally, at a break in the
conversation, Brad leaned forward. He and Jillian had planned this for a week.
There was no doubt they were going to be together for a long time, if not
forever, and it was time to let Michael know. Neither of them were sure his
birthday was the best time to do it, but, Jillian reasoned, maybe he would be
too stuffed to try and beat Brad up.

“Mike,
I kind of have something I need to tell you about,” Brad said finally.

Jillian’s
dad raised his eyebrows and then gestured with his glass of bourbon to his
daughter. “You didn’t get her pregnant, did you?” he asked mildly.

“Dad!”
Jillian shouted as Brad sat there speechless.

Michael
burst out laughing, slapping his leg and trying to hold his drink steady. “Oh
shit. You guys think you’re so secretive. It threw me at first when Brad
wouldn’t return my calls, but seeing you together last week made it all
perfectly obvious. I nearly told you I had figured it out a bunch of times, but
this was much more fun.”

Jillian,
relieved, slapped her dad on the shoulder. “You should have said something,”
she said.

Brad
was just shaking his head. “Damn, man. I was terrified to tell you.” They both
stared at him in shock, waiting for him to explain himself further.

Mike
chuckled a couple more times before he calmed down. “Seriously though, I
couldn’t be happier that my two favorite people in the world love each other. I
know your guy’s past might make problems from time to time, but there’s never
been a relationship that didn’t have issues. But as terrible as it’s gone for
me and the two loves of my life—I’ve learned one thing. Life’s too short to
turn your back on someone you love. Whoever that person is or whatever problems
try to keep you from the love of your life—you just have to ignore it. Because
at any moment that person might not be around anymore. So who am I to stand
between you two? Go for it!” he said, raising his glass to them in a toast.

Jillian
felt uncomfortable at first, sitting on Brad’s lap in front of her dad, but
Michael had quickly took out his phone and demanded they pose for a picture. It
put her completely at ease and he got a great shot of them together.

Her
mind felt like it was going a million miles an hour as she tried to make sense
of it all. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her why
her dad would think like that. He was always a smart, carefully thought out and
wise man. He had lost two women he loved, one after the other, in the span of a
few years. Despite how totally different her and Brad’s relationship was
compared to everyone else, her father knew it didn’t matter. Life was too short
to stay apart. After realizing how he truly felt, a part of her felt silly for
considering he would think anything else.

That
night on the way home, Jillian and Brad talked happily of how well the evening
went. Both were beyond relieved to no longer feel like they were keeping a
secret from Michael. Brad fully intended on taking Jillian home and fucking her
senseless, but seeing her sitting in the passenger seat of his truck wearing
her pretty little dress and showing off her tanned legs. He couldn’t wait.

He
took an exit off the highway that brought them out into the sticks. It was a
rural area with a couple of farms and lots of protected woodlands. Old dirt
roads crisscrossed the area.

Stopping
the truck, Brad jumped out and went to Jillian’s side to let her out. Giving
her a hand down from the tall truck, he led her around to the back. Without
saying a word, he took down the tailgate, positioned her so she could hold onto
it, and lifted up her skirt. She wore a skimpy orange thong. He didn’t bother pulling
it down her thighs. Taking his cock out of his pants, he moved the thong aside
and plunged into her without hesitation.

“Oh,
yes!” Jillian cried out when he seated himself to the hilt in one thrust. She
loved it when he took her like this—all primal and rough. Hanging on to the
tailgate and keeping her ass pushed out, she met him thrust for thrust.

While
he fucked her, he slid his hands up under her dress and the band of her bra.
Grabbing her breasts, he held onto her tight and kept up his pounding rhythm.
Knowing they still had the rest of the night, he let himself come quickly,
leaving her hanging like he enjoyed doing when he had plenty of other things in
store for his little girl. It made her increasingly horny and feisty.

“Hey!”
she said when he pulled out.

“Hey?”
he repeated, zipping up his pants. “Did you really just say that to me?”

She
quieted down, but still mumbled, “It’s just not fair sometimes.”

If
she could have seen the evil grin on his face, she might have kept her thoughts
to herself. But in the dark, she had no idea what was going on in his head. He
stepped up close behind her and pulled her dress off in one swoop. Then he
undid the front clasp of her bra and removed it too.

“Mm,”
she hummed, pacified now that it looked like more pleasure was coming. But
instead of touching her, he stepped back. She could hear him doing something
with his pants. She dared to look behind her at him and saw him removing his
belt from the loops.

“Brad!”
she yelped.

“Now
you’re calling me, Brad? Is that how you plan to get out of a punishment?”

She
shook her head wildly. “No. I’m sorry, Sir! Please don’t whip me with your
belt. I couldn’t take it. I know I couldn’t.”

Brad
looked at her evenly, waiting for her to say a safe word to truly get him to
stop. But she didn’t. She only stood there begging him with her eyes. They had
gone over the safe-words enough for him to feel confident she knew what to do
if she really thought she couldn’t handle it.

Looking
her up and down with a critical eye, he took her by the hips and pulled her
back farther from the truck, forcing her ass to stick out more. He tapped his
feet against her ankles to move her legs farther apart as if she were a
criminal he was about to cuff.

Without
saying anything else, he started spanking her with his hand first, wanting to
give her ass a good warm up. Not to mention, he loved how her ass felt in his
hand, rippling with each smack of his palm.

He
alternated cheeks, slapping one and then the other. The first two were mild,
but he was quickly spanking her hard enough to hurt his own hand. Her plump ass
danced with each slap. He knew if it was light enough to see, her skin would be
bright red. Thankfully the moonlight was bright enough to ensure good aim.

“Okay,
bad girl, you get five lashes with the belt.”

He
thought she would protest again, or maybe even try to get away from him, but
she did neither. Instead, she started making her patented sad little whimper
sound that always went straight to his cock and balls.

Before
he stepped back to start lashing her, he rubbed her ass with his hand, loving
how the soft flesh felt against his skin. Sometimes at night, he slept with his
hand holding her ass the whole night. If it wasn’t her ass, it was one of her
tits. He couldn’t get enough of her young supple body, even in his sleep.

Finally,
he took a step away from her, lifted the belt, and brought the leather down
against her ass with a loud thwack. The crack of the belt and her scream of
pain shattered the still air. Her head whipped back and she squirmed in place
while she took in the stinging pain. But by some miracle she stayed in position
and didn’t even try to shield her backside from him.

It
hurt like nothing Jillian had felt before. It was like a lick of fire had swept
across her skin. Her entire body clenched into one quivering mass of muscle,
but no part of her more than her pussy. If she didn’t know better, she would
almost think she had a mini-orgasm her pussy was throbbing so much.

Brad
had no idea what was going through her head, but even in the moonlight he could
tell she was throbbing with need. While he wouldn’t go so far as to call her a
pain slut, she definitely embraced pain far differently than a vanilla person
would. He gave a little smile in acknowledgement of her powers and swung the
belt to give her the second lash.

He
didn’t hit her any harder than the first and wouldn’t since this was her first
time with the belt. By now he had spanked her enough to where he could tan her
hide and not worry about going overboard. A belt was entirely different. He
watched how her shoulder blades nearly met in the middle, her beautiful ass clenching
tight. Even though she screamed when the belt landed, she quieted down far
quicker than he thought she would, especially since she cried and cried during
a good spanking.

Brad
loved Jillian beyond all reason, and if someone had demanded under penalty of
death he explain why he enjoyed spanking or whipping her, he would have had to
tell them to pull the trigger. To him it was one of the biggest mysteries of
the BDSM world. He had given up long ago trying to figure it out and only
thanked his lucky stars that for every dom who wanted to dish out pain, there
was a sub who desperately needed it.

He
gave her the last five lashes, impressed with how well she took it. When he was
done, he tossed the belt into the bed of the truck and took her into his arms.
Instead of being completely cowed, she turned into a wild thing, grabbing his
face and kissing him hard while pressing her body hard against his.

Her
kiss was hot and filled with more longing and need than Brad had ever felt
before. Picking her up, he sat her on the tailgate. Even though it must have
burned her ass like the fires of hell, she didn’t miss a beat, wrapping her legs
around his hips and sucking on his tongue.

Barely
able to get to the snap and zipper on his jeans through her tight hold, he
finally got them down and freed his cock. He grabbed the base and teasingly
rubbed the head of his shaft up and down her wet folds, watching as her hips
rolled against him. Occasionally she would thrust her hips towards him as she
tried to make his cock slip inside. Finally he slipped in with ease, making her
scream when her ass slid across the metal tail gate.

“Fuck
me!” she yelled. “Please, fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard!”

Lifting
up on her enough to get his hands between her throbbing ass and the tailgate,
he pulled her more to the edge so he could get even closer and fuck her hard.
He was plowing into her too hard to keep up the kiss. Her head tossed back
toward the sky as she let out a constant whimpering moan. Every time his hips
bucked against her, her pleasured cries would hiccup into a brief moment of
silence.