Stepbrother: Instant Spark (Stepbrother Billionaire Romance) (Stepbrother Romantic Suspense) (13 page)

“Good. It’s not as strange as it may seem, it’s rather exciting actually,” Brenda said trying to reassure Adonia.

Brenda linked her arm with Adonia’s and once again the guests seemed to part for them to pass, just as the doors were opened for their arrival into the next room where they were greeted by men and women wearing only body paint and glitter. Adonia noticed that they all wore a different type of choker. The men wore leather chokers, some of them with studs or even jewels. The women wore different colors, some even had tiny little locks around rings and some were more elaborate, more like her jewelry.

The men and women who had been waiting for them stood to the side, but never looked up as they passed.

“They have been waiting awhile for us. Please hold out your hand to them so they know they are dismissed.” Brenda instructed Adonia.

When she held out her hand, one by one each of the men and women approached Adonia and kneeled to kiss her hand before going off into the crowded room. Adonia felt shocked, but also somewhat heady with excitement. It was a strange experience having people kneel before you, she could understand why people got confused by power. As they walked further into the room, Adonia’s eyes became wide as saucers. Guests were in different stages of undress, some just watching each other, others were the exhibitionists, having sex in various ways with various partners out in the open for everyone to see. Some areas were more private, with screens for privacy. There was a large crowd blocking the view in one section, but as soon as Adonia and Brenda walked toward it, the crowd opened up space for them to get through to the front.

When they arrived, Adonia could see a woman who was shackled and blindfolded. She was positioned in an X position, standing upright, her arms and legs spread wide open. Two men were with her, one kneeling in front of her, his mouth greedily licking in between her legs. The second man penetrated her from behind. She was moaning with pleasure as the man who thrust into her pulled on her erect nipples, causing a stream of fluid to cover the other man’s face. Soon after, the man who was fucking her began cumming. Adonia watched as his well built body stiffened and he thrust deeply into the woman, his eyes closed and his jaw set. He made no noise as he came. When he was finished, the man who had been kneeling took his place and another man came to kneel before the woman.

“How long does this go on?” Adonia asked Brenda.

“As long as she wants,” Brenda replied. “It’s her fantasy.”

Adonia watched further as the second man thrust into her even harder than the man before. The woman called out even louder this time, cumming violently, her thighs dripping with her release. Adonia swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry. She also felt her nipples harden beneath her gown and the excited pulsing between her legs. She was embarrassed to think that this was turning her on, but she knew it was. What would it feel like to have multiple men pleasuring you? Being blindfolded, not knowing who they were, just the sensation of their bodies intertwined with yours, knowing other people were watching. That was a lot of freedom to be able to have sex and orgasm as the woman had done and with an audience. Adonia had not even experienced a long love affair, never mind erotic sexual encounters with strangers. There was something about all this that she couldn’t tear herself away from though. It was more than she bargained for, but maybe it was something she needed to see.

*****

Adonia turned quickly when she felt someone press up against her arm. It was Craig Fallow, standing directly next to her. She had been so consumed by the sights before her that she hadn’t even noticed that Brenda was gone. Craig turned to Adonia and smiled at her.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” He asked.

“I, I haven’t decided yet,” she replied looking up into his unmasked face.

“You look beautiful,” Craig complimented her. “I see you are wearing my gift. Do you like it?”

“Yes, thank you, it’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”

“It’s special. I wanted you to have it.”

Adonia touched the diamond choker and remembered the others she had seen that night on many of the men and women. She didn’t notice any of the guests wearing them, just the men and women who seemed to be working here tonight.

“Why do a lot of the men and women who work here, have them as well?”

“You noticed. Good. I’m glad you did. Let’s find a place that we can talk, shall we?”

Craig led her by the elbow into a private room in the back. He closed the door behind them.

“Would you take your mask off, please?” He asked politely.

Adonia could tell he was being polite, but that he wasn’t necessarily asking. She could feel his quiet command coming from his body, the way he stood, the way he looked at her. She removed the mask without hesitation. Craig walked up to her and kissed her immediately, not asking or waiting. She found herself responding to him immediately, allowing him to kiss her deeply, his tongue searching her mouth, his hands on her body. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her, demanding to be noticed. Suddenly, Craig reached for the bodice of her gown and literally tore it down from her breasts, ripping the gown on the side. Adonia gasped and tried to pull away from Craig.

“I’ll buy you a thousand gowns and I will tear everyone one of them to get to you,” he said. “I want you, Adonia and I intend to have you.”

Craig traced his finger across the diamonds at her neck. “This is no ordinary necklace,” he began. “It shows who you belong to. You have the choice to keep it or return it, but if you choose to return it, do so now.”

 He released Adonia and walked away from her, leaving her to think for a moment. He mixed himself a drink and sat down waiting for her to answer. Adonia was confused and upset. She was torn in two different directions. Craig was insulting and exciting all at once. She was wet with desire for him and humiliated at the same time. She turned and looked at him, her head held high. The tears brimming in her eyes did not go unnoticed by him.

“Take the gown off.” He simply said, already knowing her answer.

Adonia did as he asked. The gown was ruined anyway. She let it fall to the floor. Underneath her gown she wore a black corset and panties. She had worn shimmery thigh highs with garters and Craig sucked in his breath appreciatively as he scanned her body with his eyes. In the corner of the room was a crème colored chaise big enough for two or more. Craig told Adonia to lay on it and she did.

“Take off your panties, but leave the shoes on,” he said. “I like them, you have good taste.

Again, Adonia did as Craig asked, slipping her panties down and over her heels, she placed the panties beside her on the chaise. Craig came over and threw the panties aside.

“Lay back, I want to see your pussy.”

Adonia lay back, her legs bent and slightly spread apart.”

“Open them wider, I want to see you!” He commanded.

Adonia opened her legs as far as they would go, giving Craig full view of her glistening mound. She was breathing heavy, shaking slightly. She was nervous and yet completely hot for him. She wanted him to thrust into her like the man she had seen with that woman. She wanted him to take her roughly and deeply. She was still questioning herself every step of the way, but she had never been as physically excited as she was now. It was a fantasy right out of an erotic novel. She couldn’t hide her excitement and she didn’t want to. She wanted him to know how much she wanted it.

“Now, play with yourself, your tits and your pussy, make it hot.”

“I need the corset off, to get to my breasts.” Adonia said.

Craig stood over her and removed a pocket knife from his pants. He had dressed more casually in dress pants and an open collar shirt. He opened the knife and ran it down the several buttons on the top of the corset. Adonia sucked in her breath waiting for something horrible. Craig grabbed a hold of the top of the corset and removed the buttons one by one and then cut through the thin fabric without a scratch to Adonia. The halved corset fell away from Adonia’s full breasts and she sighed in relief.

“Well?” Craig asked impatiently.

Adonia began to run her hands along her breasts, her nipples were already tight peaks and the stimulation felt delicious. She cupped the fullness of her breasts, flicking one nipple and reaching her hand between her legs rubbing her clit and dipping her finger inside herself. She had her eyes closed, becoming even more excited, fingering herself, almost close to orgasm.

“Look at me,” Craig said.

Adonia opened her eyes to see Craig standing in front of her completely naked, His cock erect and long.

“Come here,” he said. “Come suck my cock.”

Adonia did as instructed, kneeling on the chaise before him, wrapping her mouth around him, enjoying the salty taste of his precum. Craig reached a hand between Adonia’s legs and slipped his fingers into her as far as they would go. Adonia sucked his cock while he pumped her roughly with his hand. He thrust himself in an out of her mouth, faster now, feeling his orgasm coming. He began moaning and immediately pulled away from Adonia. She opened her eyes, surprised to find Craig squeezing the shaft of his cock, preventing himself from coming.

“You didn’t think this was going to end already, did you? We’re just getting started. That choker around your neck means you are mine and I plan on fucking you all night. Turn over.”

              Without a word, Adonia turned so that she was facing away from Craig. She was on all fours on the chaise, her legs spread and waiting. Craig teased her pussy with the head of his cock, making her shudder. She wanted him inside her so badly, she began to moan at the slightest touch from him. He plunged himself deep inside her, sinking every inch into her wetness.

              “You feel so good, I don’t think I will ever stop fucking you, Adonia. Who’s pussy is this? Who do you belong to?” Craig asked demandingly.

              Adonia could barely catch her breath to answer, but Craig insisted, asking her again in a sharper tone.

              “It belongs to you,” she panted. “I’m yours.”

              “Are you sure you are mine, Adonia, because I will keep you here for my pleasure if you are. I will keep you here and fuck you whenever I want, is that what you want too?”

              “Yes, please, please fuck me.”

              With that, Craig came inside Adonia, continuing to stroke long after he ejaculated. Adonia came hard on Craig, her pussy pulsing around his shaft, tightening and opening. He grabbed her hips and pushed further into her as she was coming and caused a spray of fluid to splash against his thighs. He pulled out of her and slapped her sharply on the ass.

              “Good girl, “ he said, praising her. “That was fun.”

              Adonia lay on the chaise, panting, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was still pulsing tiny orgasms through her.

              “Well, I suppose we will have to clean you up for our guests,” Craig said smiling at the spent and panting Adonia.

              “What do you mean?” Adonia asked him, remembering the girl that was shackled and the men that penetrated her.

              “Don’t look so worried,” he smirked. “I hope you have been taking me seriously, Adonia. I have claimed you and I don’t share well with others.”

              “You mean this isn’t an elaborate fantasy?” Adonia asked her eyes widening.

              “Elaborate yes, fantasy no.” Craig replied, narrowing his eyes. “I thought I had made that clear, but let me explain further so we can get back on the same page. You have the privilege of being queen of my castle, but that also makes you mine and I do what I want with what is mine. You will never need to work, you’ve been killing yourself to achieve, to make money, for nothing. You will never go without anything you could desire. However, if I ask you to get on your knees and suck my cock at a board meeting, I expect this to be a pleasure for you.”

              “You’re serious?” Adonia asked. “This is for real?”

              Craig sighed and walked over to Adonia. He reached back and unclasped the diamond choker letting it fall to the floor. Adonia sat stunned. Craig pressed an intercom button and spoke into it.

              “Brenda, get your ass in here and take Adonia home. You’ve failed.”

              “Apparently, Brenda didn’t explain things as they truly were. I’m sorry for your inconvenience, “ Craig coolly stated and walked out of the room.

              Adonia was not really sure what just happened, but she knew when she was no longer a welcome guest. She sat on the chaise naked, having no clue what to do next. She had never felt so humiliated in all of her life. Did he really think she was going to give up her life to come and be his sex slave or something? Just then Brenda came into the room with a pair of silk pajamas and some slippers. She also had a garment bag slung over her arm.

              “Hi, Adonia. I’m so sorry if I messed this up in some way. Do you want to talk about it?” She asked handing Adonia the pajamas. Adonia quickly put them on since she had nothing else to wear and sat silent waiting for what was coming next.

              “C’mon, I will take you out another exit,” Brenda said helping Adonia get the slippers on her feet. She held out a long comfortable wrap sweater for Adonia to put over the pajamas and led her out of the room and down another hall. Adonia said nothing even as they got back into the limo and began the drive back.

              “That is your replacement dress,” Brenda said pointing to the garment bag lying on the seat next to her. “It’s the exact gown that you wore tonight.”

              “I don’t want it,” Adonia said tears forming in her eyes. “What the hell just happened in there? Are all of you crazy?”

              Tears began to run down Adonia’s face, but she couldn’t even understand why. Part of her believed it was that Craig had dismissed her, part of her felt taken advantage of. Brenda leaned forward and put a hand over Adonia’s. Adonia looked up at her.              “I thought because you were handling everything so well that you were more familiar with what was happening. This is my fault, not yours or Mr. Fallow’s. I screwed up and I’m sorry.”

              “I don’t know what you are even talking about!” Adonia snapped wiping the tears from her eyes. Adonia crossed to the partition between the two women and the driver. She banged on it trying to get the driver’s attention.

“It’s soundproof,” Brenda said looking a little worried, but lowering the partition just the same.

Once the glass was down between them and the driver, Adonia came to life giving some commands of her own.

“There has been a mistake. We are not going to the apartment, we are going out and I need some clothes. Oh, Brenda does too, we are having a girls night, inform Mr. Fallow his queen will be home when she is done having a good time.”

Adonia looked at Brenda and whispered, “What’s his name?”

“That’s Donnie,” Brenda laughed relieved.

“Um, thanks, Donnie.” Adonia said and closed the partition again.

“You know he is going to call Mr. Fallow, right?” Brenda asked a slight furrow to her brow.

“The queen has spoken!” Adonia said as she took her seat again.

A half hour later, the limo stopped at an exclusive clothing store that Craig had opened up just for the women’s shopping trip. Adonia began piling up clothes on the counter, but stopped when she noticed that Brenda was just standing by her and not picking anything out.

“Brenda! Why aren’t you shopping?”

“I’m here for you Adonia. I’m not here to shop.”

“Well, that’s not any fun for me,” Adonia said smiling. “ I may be opting in, but part of the deal is that I get anything I want and I want you to have a new wardrobe!”

“Really? Well, if you insist.” Brenda smiled back at Adonia.

The two were acting like teenagers, nearly buying anything that was available and in their size. The bill was insane, but Adonia insisted they needed a shoe store opened as well and Donnie made yet another call. Adonia was making it worth it, as she was sure there would be a trade off somewhere.

“Am I getting away with this?” Adonia asked Brenda seriously.

“It’s unlikely, but hey, let’s hope for the best,” Brenda said with a half smile.

“So be it. Donnie, we’re are going to need dinner: steaks, baked potatoes, chocolate cake, the works!”

“How do you want your steaks cooked, Ma’am?” Donnie asked not even attempting to reach for the phone.

“That’s a good sign,” Brenda said to Adonia when Donnie was out of earshot. “Donnie calls Mr. Fallow if the wind changes direction. He probably told him to stop bothering him and give you whatever you wanted.