Stuck On My Stepbrother (19 page)

‘I’m not,’ he said quickly, taking his hands out of his pockets and holding them high in the air. ‘Not with
you
, anyway.’

‘Well jeez, you know how to make a gal feel special,’ I retorted with a scoff.

‘I’m serious about you, Rose,’ he said, stepping closer to me. ‘It’s taken me a long time to process what happened between us last week. It made me feel so alive. It felt so good. But achieving your dreams doesn’t come without a great sense of mixed emotions. I’ve been worried about you, wanting to make sure you were okay with it, desperate to do it again, but sitting on my hands, making sure I don’t push you into anything. I’ve been replaying the past couple of weeks in my mind, guiltily wondering if I’ve overstepped the mark as your brother. I know we’re not related, and we haven’t seen each other for so long, but…’

‘Well I think you know you’re in the wrong…’ I said quietly, though I noticed that some of my vitriol had drained away.

‘I want you to know how grateful I am for what you’ve done for me,’ he said. ‘And how much you mean to me.’ He walked back over to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a small silver object. He held it out to me, and, automatically I took it. A bunch of keys.

‘I know how much you’d like your independence. How hard you find it living with your mom sometimes,’ he said. ‘I’ve got a spare penthouse nearby. It’s just sitting there empty. I’d like you to have it. You can stay there as long as you want.’

I looked at the keys incredulously. ‘You just want to
buy
my favor?’ I said. ‘Just because you’re rich, doesn’t mean you can do that. I’m not an object to be bought!’ I stood up, and let the keys drop onto the carpet. ‘You can forget your fucking
penthouse
.’

‘Come on, Rose,’ he said, grabbing my arm, looking into my eyes, with a mixture of frustration and, even, I thought, anger. ‘Give me a
chance
. I’m doing everything I can here. I’ve got feelings for you. Can’t you see that? You’ve ignored my emails and text messages all week. I practically had to beg you to come here. I’m falling in love with you, and there’s nothing I can–’

‘Love?’ I gasped, the word sounding silly, dropping out of my mouth like that. ‘You’re falling in
love
with me?’

‘Of course I am,’ Adam said. ‘What do you think this whole thing has been about?’

I looked up at him, at the glare in his eyes, the color in his cheeks, and I saw the blazing fire within him.

‘Oh, Adam,’ I said. ‘I’m so sorry… I…. Fuck, I don’t know about any of this any more.’

‘Just trust me,’ he said urgently. ‘That’s all I ask.’

‘Trust you?’ I asked. ‘How?’

Now, he straightened up, and loosened his grip on my arm a little. ‘You can start by taking your jacket off,’ he said, in a strange, low voice.

My lips went dry again, and my knees almost buckled, and, with a rush of what can only be described as pure lust, I reached for the belt buckle of my jacket.

I undid the knot at my waist, and let my jacket fall to the floor, revealing my tiny, skimpy black dress to him, my bare skin shining under his office lights.

And now it was Adam’s turn to gasp.

‘Rose,’ Adam said. ‘What are you wearing?’

‘I… I was on my way to…’

‘To meet someone?’ Adam asked. ‘Someone else?’

‘Adam, I… I thought you weren’t interested. I’ve got to get on with my own life. I mean, we haven’t even kissed…’

Adam winced, letting go of my arm. ‘It hasn’t even been a week and a half since we… you gave up that quickly?’

I thought of Patrick, about the fact he’d be sitting in the restaurant, waiting for me right now. Oh god, I was screwing everything up.
 

‘Does that mean you haven’t been following my instructions either? The food plans I’ve been emailing to you?’

I bowed my head, and walked toward the window. ‘I was…’ I said. ‘Until two days ago. And then I stopped. I didn’t see the point when–’

‘You signed a contract, Rose,’ Adam said, walking towards me. ‘This is a violation of the terms.’

‘I’m sorry. I know. I just assumed you weren’t interested, that you and Nisha were together. I don’t know. Oh shit. I’m sorry, Adam.’

Adam grabbed my shoulder and pulled me around, fast, to face him. For a moment, he said nothing, and then, a sparkle came into his blue and brown eyes. ‘Call me “Mr. Cooper”,’ he said gruffly.

I saw his lips curling slightly at the edges. What was it, the beginnings of a mischievous smile?

Deciding to test the waters, to see if he was indeed playing a game with me, I responded, ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Cooper.
Sir
.’

‘You’ve been a very bad girl, Rose,’ Adam said, his hands trailing from my shoulders, down to my arms, and then taking me firmly by the hips. Holding me tightly, he led me slowly, but purposefully, towards his desk, where he kept hold of my hips with one hand, pulling them back, and pressed down on the space between my shoulder blades with the other hand, pushing me down onto his desk, with my ass in the air. Then he grabbed my hands and held them clasped together behind my back. In this position, I was utterly powerless.

The skirt of my dress was so short that I was sure Adam would be able to see between my legs. My dress was so tight that I wasn’t even wearing panties. If his hand slipped down an inch or two, he’d be able to feel how naked I was…

As his hand pressed down on my back, and my face pushed down hard against the paperwork spilling across the surface of his desk, I heard him fiddling with something. The sound of something unhooking, and being lifted away from me. Oh no. It was one of the straps on my dress. He’d managed to unhook it, and pull it free, and I could feel the thin, sheer elastic being pulled across my wrists.
 

‘Looks like you need to be taught a lesson,’ he said. ‘My naughty little one has started to stray.’

He yanked the elastic around both wrists, and then I could feel his fingers, expertly tying a knot around my hands.
 

‘Wearing dresses like this without my permission,’ he said, running his fingers over the remaining two straps across my back, ‘is completely unacceptable. You know who make the decisions around here, Rose… don’t you?’

‘I’m sorry, sir,’ I said quietly.

His hands ran over my buttocks now, and I shivered as he touched the scars which had still not quite healed from the weekend before last. Then I felt his fingers on the hem of my skirt, so close to my pussy, which was bare and vulnerable in the cool air of Adam’s office. Slowly, he lifted the hem of my skirt up, over my buttocks, revealing my bare ass to him completely.

‘No panties,’ Adam tutted. ‘Well well, what a whorish little stepsister I’ve got. This just gets worse and
worse
.’

He ran his hands across my naked backside, grabbing the cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart slightly. I could feel the delicate skin around my asshole pull in opposite directions as he tried to open me up like two halves of a peach. Then he stopped and stroked my ass sensually for a few moments instead.

After this, I felt his left hand pressing down on me, hard, pushing on my restrained hands, to make sure they couldn’t work themselves free. He pushed my stomach down into the edge of the desk, and then, after a brief silence, he spoke.

‘You know what happens to naughty girls, Rose,’ he said, feeling me squirm slightly under his fingers. ‘Naughty girls get spanked. And the naughtier they’ve been… the harder they get spanked.’

With that, I suddenly felt the full force of one of his palms coming down on my ass, right on top of the healing wounds, making them sting and smart, almost like I was being whipped with the birch rod, all over again.

‘That’s for breaking the rules of the contract,’ he said, letting the stinging sensation truly sink in before doing anything else.

‘And this,’ he said, his voice keener now, like he was enjoying getting into the swing of things. ‘This is for fucking somebody else.’

I cried out, about to tell him I hadn’t fucked
anyone
, not now and not ever, when the flat of his hand smacked into me again. This time, Adam’s big hand smacked me so hard, just at the bottom of my ass, that it smacked against my bare pussy too, causing it to throb in pain. ‘Sir…’ I panted. ‘I didn’t fuck anyone.’ My voice was quieter now. ‘I’ve… never fucked anyone.’

Adam remained immobile for a few moments, his breath heavy behind me. Then, almost imperceptibly, I could just make out the sound of a zipper being unfastened, and Adam groaned.

At precisely that moment, so loud it made me start, there was a knock at Adam’s door.

‘Fuck!’ Adam shouted, his breath heavy. He pulled down the skirt of my dress, back over my ass. ‘Into the glasshouse. Now.’

I hurried over to the glass door at the back of the office, but my arms were tied behind my back, and I could open the door. Now that I was standing up, my dress had come loose too, where Adam had ripped off one of the straps, and the material peeled back from my right breast. Whoever was about to walk in, right now, was going to see
everything.

Adam bent down to the carpet, and picked up my jacket, then I saw him fiddling with his fly as he walked quickly over to the door beside me. ‘In here,’ he said, pulling back the door. ‘All the way in. Keep moving.’

I was greeted by the warmth and fragrant aroma that I’d been struck by last time I was in here, when I’d fainted, but this time I felt far from faint. I felt panicked. Someone was going to spot us, and there was going to be trouble. Big trouble. For both of us.

‘This way,’ Adam said, grabbing my arm tight, so tight it hurt, and leading me forwards, waiting impatiently for me to step over plants and sprinklers, pulling me behind trees. When we’d walked what felt like at least halfway around the building, so that his office was no longer in sight, Adam pulled me down to the floor.

‘Get down low,’ he said. ‘Nobody will look for us here.’

‘Who is it?’ I whispered, my heart racing, my leg grazing against the damp concrete beneath me.

‘Probably the cleaner,’ he said. ‘She usually checks I’ve gone home before she locks up and leaves.’

‘Locks up.’

‘It’s okay, I have a key.’

‘Doesn’t she check in here then?’ I asked.
 

‘I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘Not usually.’

‘Why doesn’t that reassure me?’ I asked, moodily.

‘Rose,’ Adam whispered, suddenly tugging at something on my jacket. When I looked down, I saw that he was pulling the belt out of its hoops, and holding it up to me like a piece of rope. ‘While we’re in here, I’m going to tie you up again.’

Looking at the rope, I realized now what my new dress had reminded me of, back when I was in the changing room at the store. Each strap was like a length of rope, tied around my body. The dress had reminded me of Adam, along.

‘And when I’ve tied you up,’ he said, with a strange new depth to his voice, ‘I’m going to fuck you.’

Adam’s knees pressed me down into the ground, as he sat over me, lifting my arms behind me, tying me up against a large steel structure running between three small cherry blossom trees. A pink petal fell down onto my face as I looked up at him, trying not to let him see how much pain I was in now, on my buttocks, or my shoulders where he was hoisting my arms back, or between my legs, where he’d smacked me. I didn’t want him to see how much pain I was, because I didn’t want any of it stop.

In fact, I wanted more. Much more.

Adam, still pinning me down as he sat over me, took off his jacket – an extremely-expensive-looking Armani jacket – and threw it onto the wet concrete beside me. Then he began undoing his shirt.

It struck me now that I had never seen Adam naked. Not even when we were younger. I had never even seen him without a shirt. I held my breath, waiting to see him, hoping I’d like what I saw.

I’d only been this close to one topless man: Jacob.

As Adam peeled off his shirt, though, I saw that he was
nothing
like Jacob. I mean, sure, Jacob had been in good shape, but it was
nothing
compared to the man sitting astride me now. My stepbrother had a six-pack. He had rock hard pectoral muscles, and tight, round muscular shoulders that made me think he could just pick me up and carry for miles if he needed to. I probably weighed nothing to a man like this. In fact, a man like this was so strong that he could crush me in seconds if he wanted to. Imagine that. It was well within Adam’s power, if he so desired, to just grab me in his thick, muscular arms, and squeeze me until I stopped breathing.
 

He stooped down over me, putting his finger to my lips before I could speak. ‘Shh,’ he whispered. ‘Can you hear anything?’

I strained to listen, but my heart was beating so fast that it sounded like an entire drum circle was playing inside me. I shook my head.

Adam remained completely stiff, listening out for the sound of snapping twigs or rustling leaves, anything that might give away the fact we weren’t alone out here. But, judging by the clear focus in his eyes, he heard nothing. I tried to look past him, to see if I could see anyone behind him, but my arms were tied so fast to the steel post behind me that I couldn’t shift even an inch.

Adam looked down at me. ’No point struggling,’ he hissed. ‘You’re stuck there until I decide to free you.’

‘And when will that be?’ I whispered back, trying not to smile.

‘Not yet,’ he said, reaching down to my skirt, and pulling it down with such a force that the other two straps broke as well. ‘Not for a
long time
.’

He pulled the dress clean over my legs and feet, and I lay there, tied up and naked before him, writhing around on the cold, wet concrete. ‘Adam,’ I said, my teeth beginning to chatter with nerves. ‘I’ve never… I’m a…’

‘It’s okay,’ he said gently, stroking the hair out of my eyes. ‘I’m in charge now.’

He pulled off his pants, throwing them onto the concrete beside him, so that all he was wearing were his tight, black boxers. I could see his erection immediately. The black fabric was pulled taut at the groin. The big black mass behind it pushed hard at his underpants, like it wanted to rip them open and set itself free. I was desperate to reach out and touch it, to feel its warmth with my fingertips, but obviously, my hands were restrained, and I could do nothing but watch.