SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (8 page)

By
the time she was done she had to suck in a huge breath. Brad turned around to
look at her with raised eyebrows and an expression like he was trying not to
laugh.

“Are
you finished?” he asked.

Feeling
like a foolish little girl, she nodded.

“Would
you like to come sit on my lap?”

Before
she even realized exactly how much she wanted to, she was scrambling over the
arm of the couch and burrowed into his arms. He held her close, kissing the top
of her head.

In
a tone that held no anger, he sought to ease her fears. “First of all, I will
always respect you. That never stops. Ever.”

He
wanted to make absolutely certain she got that so he tilted her head up until
her beautiful eyes met his. “Got it?”

Jillian
nodded.

“Good.
Second of all, I will never order you to do anything that isn’t in your best
interest. As a dominant, you are my number one concern. I’d never ask you to do
anything stupid. I think you know that.”

“Yeah.”

He
laughed. “But your concern is still valid. There may come a time when you find
yourself with a dominant you don’t know as well as you know me. But if they are
a true dominant, and not some loser who likes to take advantage of girls, then
it will be the same for all of them. It’s important you know how to tell the
difference.”

She
threw her arms around his neck and rose up to hug him tight. “I don’t ever want
another dominant.”

He
returned the hug, squeezing her soft body against his hard chest. She felt
wonderful to him and smelled like heaven. If they hadn’t been in the middle of
an important conversation, he would have immediately removed her cute, little
sundress and assaulted her breast with his mouth.

“I
know you don’t right now, but there may come a time. You never know.”

Jillian
didn’t answer, but hugged him even harder. He knew she wasn’t ready to think
about that right now. Unable to resist any longer, he let his hands trail down
to cup her pert ass, giving her a good, hard squeeze.

It
was a struggle, but Brad kept talking while caressing her.

 
“Here’s the thing. I really don’t expect you
to follow my orders twenty four / seven. Some couples like to have a total
power exchange going on all day every day. I’m more comfortable with having
separate play time and other time where we are on equal footing. I expected you
to put away the ice cream because it is part of our playtime. If it had been
something boring like a bunch of carrots, I would have just done it myself.”

Thinking
of a picture she saw on the internet, Jillian giggled. “I’ve seen what people
do with carrots. It didn’t look boring.”

Brad
laughed and pulled her back so he could look at her sweet face. He gave her a
kiss on the nose. “You’re a little smart ass.”

She
wiggled her ass and grinned.

“Are
you feeling more comfortable now?” he asked.

Jillian
nodded, but then grew serious again. “What about dad though? He said he’s been
trying to reach you and you’ve ignored him.”

Now
it was Brad’s turn to look uncomfortable. “Yeah. I’m not handling that right, I
admit. He’s never said it outright, I’m sure he never thought he would have to,
but I’m pretty sure you’re off limits as far as he’s concerned. Our history
would be tough for a father to handle. I guess I haven’t felt ready to face him
yet.”

Jillian
adjusted her position and straddled his lap, placing her hands on his chest.
“We can’t hide it from him forever though. Better to get it over with, don’t
you think? I mean, obviously we wouldn’t tell him everything…”

Brad
gave a half smile at her playful joke before his eyes cast down.

“What’s
the matter?” Jillian asked, pulling his chin up a little higher with her
fingertips.

“Nothing…it’s
just all so confusing.”

This
time Jillian glanced down. He was right, their relationship was confusing and
incredibly complicated. In many ways it was a constant struggle between being
okay with their feelings and being ashamed of them.

“Sometimes
I feel like this guilt will just wash over me and I won’t be right for the rest
of the day.” Jillian said. Brad looked up at her with concern. “I love that
about you,” she grinned.

“Love
what about me?” Brad asked.

“I
love that whenever there’s something bothering me you look like it’s the number
one thing bothering
you
. It makes
you…genuine.”

“It
would be the number one thing bothering me.”

“I
can take care of myself you know. I’m a big girl now.” Jillian said with a
playful scowl.

“I
know you can. There’s just been so many times in my life that I haven’t felt
like I can take care of the people I love.” She watched him with concern. He
usually never revealed his vulnerabilities to the world.

“When
mom died…I felt like I had no control over my life,” Jillian’s fingers played
with the edges of his hair as he continued. “I know I was only ten and it
wasn’t at all my fault. But I was so angry with myself. I felt like I didn’t
have any control over my life. It was hard for me to feel that at such a young
age. Kids are supposed to feel comfortable and safe from the horrors of life.
And in an instant all that was shattered for me.”

“I
know…” Brad looked up at her and for a brief moment his eyes flickered with something
close to happiness.
 

“Then
I moved in with my father and things were never quite as good as it was with
mom and your dad. And seeing your dad go through the depression, everything
seemed so out of control. But with you it was different. I felt like I could
protect you. Or…maybe I didn’t feel like I
could
,
but I felt like I
should
. Maybe if I
kept you safe I’d have some control over my life again.” His mouth turned up in
a timid smile.

“A
lot of things make more sense now that you say that. You seemed more protective
than my dad.” Jillian laughed. “If we’re being open and honest, I always
struggled with feeling
safe
. I knew I
wasn’t actually
unsafe
. I just
felt…maybe like you. Like the world was so chaotic and unpredictable that at
any moment something terrible can happen. Like I was in a small rowboat in the
middle of a hurricane—totally exposed and drowning.
 
That’s probably why I took martial arts so
seriously, it made me feel safe.”

“Why
in the world would you try to hook up with men like Goyle then?”

Jillian
stared blankly as she tried to make sense of her feelings. She had never
thought about her inconsistent behavior. She felt one way, but did the
opposite. “I think when I put myself into unsafe situations and I end up
actually being okay—it makes me feel like I can be safe in any situation. If I’m
strong enough and smart enough I’ll be okay no matter what. I know it doesn’t
make any sense and it never really works anyway.”

“It’s
funny how we know none of it was our fault and it was totally unpredictable,
yet it doesn’t stop us from feeling that we could have changed her death in
some way.”

“I
know. Is that why you’re a dominant? Because it makes you feel like you’re in
control?” Brad sat for a moment, thinking about what she asked.

“I’ve
never thought of it like that. Maybe. I guess everyone deals with things in
their own way. Why would you want to be a submissive?”

“I
dunno, I just like it.” Jillian laughed before continuing. “There’s something
about the primal instincts it brings out. Feeling like I’m wanted and lusted
after makes me feel mature. Like a woman. Oddly enough, it makes me feel like
I’m in control of my life also. Maybe not control.
Acceptance
would be a better word. There’s comfort in openly
accepting what you like, even if its counter culture or taboo. And…there’s a
safety
to it. Even though I’m the
submissive and I might be tied up or whipped, I know that with one word I can
bring it to an end. That’s a kind of safety that you don’t get in real life.”

“Fair
enough.” Brad smiled.

“So…when
are we going to tell him? You want to tell him you like to spank his daughter?”
Brad grinned when she let her voice trail off and her face turn scarlet.

Quick
as a flash, he lifted her up and swung her around, putting her over his knees.
He gave her a hard smack on her ass and then another.

“You
mean like this?” He laughed.

“Hey!”
Jillian squealed.

He
picked her back up again and tucked her against his chest, holding her tight.
Her back was to his front and he happily filled his hands with her breasts
while giving her a kiss on her neck. She let her head fall back against his
shoulder, turning to face him, and he instantly covered her lips with his own.

She
let out a breathy whimper against his kissing mouth as he squeezed her breasts,
rubbing her nipples until they felt like pebbles under his palms. Her breath
quickened, reminding him again how lucky he was to have a girl who responded as
strongly as she did to his touch.

When
they broke for air, he quickly shimmied her dress out from under her ass and
whisked it off of her. As soon as she was naked, he held her tits again and
planted kisses along her soft skin. Jillian reached her arm up and behind his
head and lightly played with the hair on the nape of his neck while they
kissed. Compared to the rough way he handled her breasts, her touch was as
light as butterfly wings, but it affected him all the same. His cock was
already pressing thick against his jeans.

He
finally moved away from her again, breathing as heavy as she was. “The problem
isn’t me respecting what you say. It’s keeping my hands off of you long enough
for you to say it,” he said, his voice rough with desire for her.

 
“I don’t really feel a need to say anything
right now.” Jillian said, grinning.

The
temptation to resume kissing her was strong, but he had one other important
thing to discuss with her in light of her concerns.

“Jilly,
you gotta stop for a second,” he said, holding her hips tight so she couldn’t
grind her lush ass against his pelvis anymore. It went against every primal
desire in him to stop her, but he finally got her to still.

She
looked at him questionably.

“Have
you seen anything about safe words while you were researching?” he asked.

 
“Yeah. A few people claimed they weren’t
necessary, but it seemed like all the real experienced people said they were
vital.”

“Good.
They are vital, and I’d like to set one for us to use now before we go any
further.”

“I
liked the red, yellow, green thing a lot of people mentioned,” she said.

Brad
gave her a big smile, relieved it was that easy. “I like those too.”

Feeling
like they’d gotten all of the important stuff out of the way, Jillian let her
eyes close to better feel Brad’s hands on her body. His lips captured hers
again, his tongue easing into her mouth to taste all her sweetness.

He
kept his hands busy caressing her breasts. He thought he would never get enough
of their full perfection. But there was more of her beautiful body calling to
him as he let his hands travel down her stomach and to the heat between her
legs. With one hand, he pinched her clit between his fingers, with the other he
felt along her silky folds, delving into her body to stroke her slippery inner
walls.

It
had always been an intoxicating thing for him, placing a part of his body
inside a woman. From the moment his shaft pressed inside he truly felt like he
was claiming her and making her his own every time. It was different with
Jillian though. Truth be told, he always felt like she was his, only in a
different way. Now, she belonged to his body and mind. Feeling her respond to
him from the inside only reinforced his possession of her.

“You’re
mine,” he whispered in her ear. “Finally. All mine. You have no idea how long
I’ve wanted you.”

“You
have? I didn’t know.”

Suddenly
overcome with desire and want for her, he slid out from under her and flipped
her over so her upper body was resting over the back of the couch and her ass
was sticking out. Yanking down his pants, he aimed the head of his cock against
her wet lips and slammed into her. His hips smacked against her hard enough to
send the couch scraping a few inches across the floor.

Jillian
yelped and held onto the couch for dear life. His surprise attacks turned her
on like nothing else. She loved how he took her from behind so she could feel
every millimeter of his rock, hard cock pushing into her hungry body.

A
sharp screech squeaked out of her as Brad gave her ass a ringing slap and then
grabbed a handful of flesh in each hand. He squeezed hard enough to leave
marks. With each thrust, he used his grip on her to pull her body back to meet
his, the sounds of their flesh smacking together echoing through the apartment.

From
inside her body where it was hot and tight she was tensing up, getting ready to
come.

“No,
Jilly,” he growled. “I don’t want you to come.”

She
groaned and started whining since he was still reaching every sensitive nerve
ending inside her tight slit with each stroke. Not wanting her to fail the
first time he restricted her from orgasm, he let himself come quickly, holding
on even tighter while he quivered and spurted into her.

When
he was done, he reached up the curve of her back and kneaded the back of her
neck and massaged her shoulders.

“I
know it’s hard you’ll see why though when I let you come later tonight. It’ll
be like nothing else you’ve ever felt.”

Jillian
was breathing heavy under his hands, but managed to squeak out a meager,
“okay,” even though she sounded disappointed.

Pulling
out from her and immediately feeling the loss, he gave her a hand off the couch
and took her to the bedroom.

“Go
ahead and lie on your bed,” he told her.

She
climbed on, lying on her back. Brad grabbed the bag of secrets on their way in
and took something out of it. She tried to crane her neck to see but couldn’t
quite make out the details. It looked like something with a chain.

She
gasped when she realized what it was.

“Uhm,
I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.”

“These
are adjustable. I’ll only put them on a very gentle setting. It’ll be less
pressure than I’ve pinched you with.”

She
held Brad’s gaze and decided she could trust him. She gave him a permissive
nod, despite her rattled nerves. He smiled and gathered one of her soft breasts
in his hand. He squeezed and pulled at her nipple, making it into a firm, hard
bud. When he had it erect and stiff like he wanted, he put the first clamp on. Jillian
hissed in a deep breath between her teeth as he watched her entire body tense
up.

“Relax,
little one. It hurts more if you’re tense.”

She
nodded and let out the breath she was holding in one quick gust. It was
difficult, but she willed her body to relax.

“Good
girl,” he said, starting over with her second breast. It was hard, but she
managed to keep relaxed, though her tits felt like two little epicenters of
pain.

“Look
how pretty,” he said, grinning as if he had just created a masterpiece.

Jillian
looked down and saw he was right. Something about the way the clamps held her
nipples made her breasts look even rounder and fuller. He dipped his head down
and draped his tongue around one of them, making her hiss in excitement. When
the pain met the pleasure, it was like a lightning bolt to her already
over-heated pussy.

“Go
ahead and get on your hands and knees now.”

She
rolled over. Even the little bit of gravity on the chain increased the pressure
of the clamps. Once she was on her hands and knees, he picked up the little
chain and placed it against her mouth signaling her to open for it. Once she
did, he put the chain in her mouth and she closed her lips over it. It tasted
metallic but felt good against her tongue. If she jiggled it enough, she could
feel it on her nipples. It was a funny kind of zing, almost painful, but not
quite, and it went all the way to her pussy.

When
Brad moved out of her peripheral vision, she suddenly felt uncertain and exposed.
She couldn’t tell what he was doing. She heard rustling, but then everything
was quiet again. Her bedroom was carpeted so it was normally a quiet room
anyway, but now that quietness she usually loved was making her uneasy. She
reassured herself that she could trust Brad and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt
her...much.

The
next thing Jillian felt was his large hand resting lightly on her butt cheek.
Then he was spreading something cool against her anus. She gave a little grunt,
but managed to keep still even though it was making her nervous since she knew
what was coming next.

She
squealed when she felt something round and smooth press against her hole.

Brad
laughed, “It’s only a little plug, sweet girl. I’ll go nice and slow. I
promise, you’ll be okay. If you feel yellow or red, tell me right away.”

She
managed to mumble something that sounded like, “okay.”

Brad
grinned and patted her on the ass. She had to be the cutest submissive he had
ever been with. He took the smooth, glass plug and rubbed it against her tight
hole, glistening in the light with lube. Normally he wouldn’t begin anal
training with a plug made out of glass since it was much less yielding than a
silicon one. But he found a slim plug and wanted to try. Aesthetically and
hygienically, he really felt you couldn’t beat glass or metal. As soon as her
ass was trained enough, he would gift her with a jeweled princess plug. He knew
she’d love it.

While
Brad gently worked the plug against her ass, he started softly playing with her
pussy. The goal wasn’t to get her off, but to get her worked up to the point
where she craved any kind of touch, even something in her ass. Her smooth pussy
felt like silk against his fingers. She was incredibly wet and made a beautiful
deep moaning sound when he slid his fingers up and down her slit and toyed with
her clit.

Brad
absolutely loved this ultra-secret part of a girl. Everyone was different, but
they all felt wonderful in his hands. It was like opening up a present wrapped
in flower petals each time and being gifted with delicious nectar but only if he
opened it exactly right. It seemed he had opened Jillian’s perfectly.

“Oh
you’re so wet for me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your perfect
pussy,” he said while he kept playing with her plump folds and throbbing clit.

Jillian’s
breasts teasingly dangled from her chest while she was on her hands and knees.
He couldn’t resist sneaking a hand under her torso and cupping one of them
tightly in his hand. Her skin was silky soft, and she made cute cooing sounds
when he wiggled the chains.

Seeing
her this way, incredibly aroused and completely trusting in him, filled him
with a euphoric lust he never thought he could have. More than anyone, he knew
what it was like to have so many desires and have no idea how to get them
fulfilled. It was a lonely and desperate existence and he was surprised she
hadn’t fallen into the wrong hands sooner. He felt like some kind of kinky
Prince Charming, rescuing one of his favorite people in the world.