Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (105 page)

"Look, I'm not trying to lead you on, but we really shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to embarrass our parents, or cause a scandal. I won't lie that I find you insanely attractive, against my better judgment mind you. But our parent's deserve a chance to start their marriage with no blemishes on their reputation. Everything we do will be under scrutiny." I told him and sighed, turning slightly away from him, I felt myself hunch my shoulders forward defensively. I didn't want to walk away from him, but I was trying to force myself to do the right thing.

"Lara,' Rupert said his brows knitted together. He took a hold of my chin in his hand and pulled it up to look down into my face. "Whatever the two of us are feeling for each other, isn't just sexual frustration. If it was just sex, we could each go find a discrete partner and get it out of your systems."

"That's easy for you to say, you're a man, you can do a lot of things and get patted on the back where-as a woman has to be careful or she gets called nasty names for the same behavior." I shook my head, he probably wouldn't understand.

Rupert looked frustrated with me, and I almost felt bad for rejecting him. I felt like I was doing the right thing logically, but my body hated me, and my heart hurt. Stiff upper lip, as the saying goes. I tried to steel myself to walk away from him.

The problem was he stopped me. He grabbed a loop of rope off one of the saddles hanging on the wall and looped it over my wrists before I could even process what he was doing.

There was a ring in the ceiling and he threw the rope through it and tied it off, pulling my wrists above my head so I couldn't get away. Standing back he just stared at me, I wasn't sure if he was waiting to see if I'd get mad, or if he stood back because he was worried I'd kick him.

"Now Lara, now that you can't keep running away from me, listen to me for a minute. No, don't open your mouth and start talking. If you're talking, you can't listen." Rupert raised a brow at me and I snapped my mouth shut and sighed. I wasn't scared of him, and he wasn't hurting me. Although I did think the rope was over kill and had he been any other person in this world, I might have been offended.

This however was classic Rupert. If he didn't get what he wanted, he
made
it happen.

He took a step towards me and touched my cheek. He didn't molest me, although right now, with the rope chafing against my wrists, I found myself getting aroused. I'd never been tied up before, and we were in here all alone. My natural instinct was to close my eyes and just go with it, hoping he'd take control away from me and give me a reason to give in to all my desires for him.

"Lara, open your eyes and look at me." Rupert said quietly in a dominating tone that had me obeying him before I could stop myself. His eyes were dark and hungry and his fingers were stroking my cheek gently. I swallowed hard but didn't say anything at first.

He just stared at me and the longer I stood there, feeling like he was trying to look through me into my soul the more aroused and uncomfortable I got. It was an odd combination.

"What do you want Rupert? Untie me if you are just going to stand there staring at me." I hissed at him through my teeth.

"Then I will do something besides stand here and look at you," He said grinning slowly. I realized my mistake at my wording. I had consented to him keeping me tied up. Realizing in all of this, I was sort of egging him on, I had subconsciously pressed my cheek harder against his head and I had taken a step closer to him. I wasn't sure if I was ashamed by my behavior or shocked at how much he was turning me on and he hadn't even done anything to me yet.

He reached down and touched my knee. He worked his hand up slowly and I wound my hand around the rope to help hold myself up, he was making my knees weak the way he was touching my legs gently. He was massaging them from my knees to my hips. I had on stockings and garters under my outfit, to go with my pumps. When he found the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it down, I watched his eyes get darker as he slowly let it fall down my legs.

I stepped out of my skirt instinctively, not even caring anymore. We were isolated, alone; no one was going to bother us. If this was my one chance to give in to my desires for him, I'd take my afternoon of passion, and then walk away when it was over.

Making up my mind, I spread my legs a little further apart when he fingered one of the garters on my thigh.

"I love you in heels and stockings. You're like unwrapping a present. You have so many layers on top, but when you take it off, all the goodies underneath are worth waiting for." Rupert told me and before I could predict what he'd do next, he dropped to his knees in front of me.

He pulled my panties down around my ankles and left them there. The dim light above me flickered as he put his hands on my hips and then rubbed back until he grabbed my ass cheeks with his hands. Massaging gently he buried his face against my crotch. The minute that metal stud touched my clit, I about fell down. Holding hard onto the rope to keep my knees from turning into jelly and hanging by my wrists, I tried to force myself to stay standing.

A minute later, the stud in his tongue start to vibrate against my flesh. He hadn't been lying about having a vibrating stud and it was better than I imagined, his quick strokes with his tongue and pressing it on and off my clit had me quickly grinding my hips against his face pushing against it, seeking out that little vibrating ball and his wet, hot tongue. I wanted more. When he brought one hand between my legs to start massaging the folds of skin, he spread my lips down there gently and worked two fingers inside me.

He stretched me out, I was hot, wet, and I could feel the walls of my vagina spasming around his fingers. I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself from letting out sounds of pleasure as he worked my body into frenzy and my mind into complete mush. The wetness of his tongue mixed with his oral skills had me like putty in his hands. He took me over the edge of my first orgasm and I cried out loudly, unable to stop myself.

Rupert didn't stop there; he kept pushing against my clit as his fingers worked their magic. I was trying to pull away because it was too sensitive, or so I thought. He used his other hand to push on my butt to keep my clit pressed against his mouth and he drove me to a second orgasm that was harder than the first. I lost track after that. All I know is it felt like one large orgasm that just kept coming in waves and had me so I eventually was jerking away from him begging him to give my clit a rest for a minute.

Rupert was laughing when he pulled his head back to look at me. He stood up and grabbed me by the hair, and kissed me hard on my mouth. I could taste my juices on his tongue and lips and I was enthralled. I'd never had orgasms like that before and I hoped that one afternoon would be enough for me. He was the kind of man a woman would fantasize about for the rest of her life after an experience like this.

He had his right hand between my legs and cupped my mound. He was massaging it softly, but he finally left my poor swollen clit alone.

Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his cock and stroked it. He pushed it against my stomach and I shut my eyes for a moment. He was hot, and thick and bigger than I'd thought he'd be. I wasn't sure if it would fit. When he pulled my leg over his arm, leaving me standing there on one foot, he pushed the tip against the opening of my hole and just let it sit there for a minute. I could feel him rubbing the tip and I was so wet it slid against me easily.

"Please," I begged him. At this point I wasn't thinking anything rational. I just knew I wanted him, I wanted him to fill me and this was one of the hottest, most erotic days I'd ever had. Just fill me. That's all I could think about.

He continued to tease me and had me panting and begging him to take me. Eventually he took pity on me and thrust inside me in one, hard thrust. It fit, but I stretched around him almost painfully for a minute before my body adjusted. As he started to grind his hips against me, pulling in and out he kissed me again, his hand on the back of my head and his arm still holding my leg up to give him better access.

I flexed my stomach muscles the best I could to squeeze his cock as it stroked my insides. I liked the way it felt, and it felt good to make my muscles milk him. He apparently thought so too, because he groaned into my mouth as he worked himself in and out of me.

I wasn't thinking rational, or logically, if I had been, I would have realized we weren't practicing safe sex and would have said something, but in the heat of the moment, I just wanted it raw, and natural, and loved the heat of his cock. He was the first and only person I'd ever been with where I hadn't used protection.

That should have been a sign to me right there that my feelings for him were more than just sex. I let him use my body in a way no one else ever had.

He worked himself up to a climax, I could feel him shudder, and he froze as his entire body shook against mine. His hot juices filled me inside, and he stood there for a moment, not pulling out yet. When he finally did, I could feel some of the hot mess run down my legs. It was an experience to remember.

I had been used, filled, and left a satisfied mess. The better question in all of this was would I hate myself in the morning, and had I just done something I'd seriously regret later.

He untied me, and held me in his arms for a moment. He helped me pull my panties back up and put my skirt on, and didn't say a word. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, but I didn't know where to start. When we walked out of the storage room of the barn, he didn't say anything to me at first. I wasn't sure if I was grateful, or upset that he seemed to be ignoring me, now that he used my body.

"Next time, I intend to get you fully naked, and have my way with those tits of yours too. I bet you're the kind of dirty girl who'd like a hot load all over her chest." He whispered to me as I walked through the barn doors. He laughed as I stumbled when I heard his words.

The jerk.

I quickly left and went to hide in the room they'd given me, and took a long, hot shower. No matter how much soap I used, I couldn't get his scent off me, or make my body forget his touch. I couldn't stop picturing his large cock rubbing against me, all over my body and I ended up sitting in the shower and burying my hands in my face. I started to laugh.

I think I hated him. He was right; I was the kind of girl that would now fantasize about his cock rubbing between my breasts, tasting him with my mouth. Good girls weren't supposed to behave like this, and it was my dirty little secret.

I didn't want to be a good girl. I liked being a bad, bad girl. The kind of girl that got tied up and spanked and every hole used. The kind who wanted him to cum on my chest and face, and the kind of girl who wanted to walk around with no panties on and tell him so he could fantasize about it when he was stuck unable to touch me right then and would just have to think about how hot and wet I probably was.

I hated him. I had fought these urges my entire life, and he brought them out in me in a way that once the lid was off the jar, I wasn't sure if I could force the contents back in.

I was totally screwed.

I had managed to avoid Rupert for the rest of the weekend. My mother finally arrived to get ready for the wedding, and I was stuck here in their mansion waiting for the wedding to be over. She'd asked me to think about staying.

I don't know how that would be possible if I was going to avoid Rupert. He seemed to be amused at my trying to avoid him. If I saw him coming, I turned and went the other direction, I tried never to be alone with him in the same room and I admit that I'd even hid behind my mother enough that she was starting to get fed up with me.

"Lara, I don't know what's going on between you and Rupert, but you're acting like a jumpy deer. You're both adults, go work it out. I have other things to do besides worrying about you." She finally told me exasperated. The wedding was this afternoon and she was busy sitting on a stool while the makeup artist and hair dresser were preparing her for the wedding. She looked beautiful and I felt guilty that I was stressing her out just to avoid a man.

"I'm sorry Mum, I'll just go get ready and I'll see you in a couple hours." I told her and kissed her cheek. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you, now go before you make me cry and ruin the makeup Maria is doing and make her have to start over." My mother told me and gave my hand a little squeeze before ignoring me to focus on the rest of her day.

Soon, I'd be a Princess. You'd think that would be every girl's fantasy, but for me, it was almost a nightmare. When my mother walked down that aisle, it would make Rupert my step brother. He'd be completely off limits, though I know my mother told me I could have him if I wanted him. She was old fashioned in some ways, she believed love could conquer all social gossip, but I wasn't so sure, and since it didn't just effect me, it also affected her and the King, I was hesitant to take the risk.

Walking down the hall to my room, I found Rupert waiting for me after I shut the door and turned around to see him. He pounced before I could leave the room and escape.

He pinned me to the wall with his body and kissed me. I kissed him back before I could stop him and then after a moment, I pushed him away, breathing hard. I couldn't go there.

"Stop this Rupert. We had our little fantasy afternoon, and now it's time to grow up and move on. Our parents are getting married in just a few hours, we will be brother and sister, and we have to stop this." I told him, turning my head away from him, trying to be brave and firm. He made me want to lick him from head to toe like a damn Popsicle and maybe if I avoided staring at him, the feeling would go away.

"Lara, if you haven't figured it out by now, then I guess I need to spell it out for you. I'm not going to leave you alone. If you go back to England, I will follow you. I'll find every excuse in the book to be close to you and until you admit you love me, I'm not leaving you alone." Rupert told me, wrapping strands of my hair around his fingers.

Whipping my head around to look at him, I felt my jaw drop open. "Love? What does love have to do with sex?"

"Do you really think this is just about sex?" Rupert sighed, seemed exasperated by me. "Of all the girls in this world, do you really think I'd chase after my soon to be step sister unless it was more than just sex?"

"I don't know. You've got a bit of a reputation as a womanizer." I admitted and shrugged at him. Love, it never dawned on me that the feelings between us, the attraction, could be more than just lust. I'd gotten to know him and he didn't chase after anything in a skirt that I could tell. Just me. In a skirt. Or jeans.

"Do you believe everything you read in tabloids?" He asked me quietly.

I shook my head no and realized he was right, I hadn't seen any of the signs that the tabloids had exclaimed about who he was. I, of all people, should know better than to believe idle gossip. Goodness knows I'd had my share about me when I was younger; it's what happened when you were almost royalty. And now, here I was actually about to be a Princess, falling in love with my step brother to be, and having broken almost every ethical code I thought I had when it came to sex and who I got involved with.

"Lara, I can see the little wheels in your brain turning and I don't like that expression on your face. Talk to me. Look at me. Face whatever this is between us with me. This is more than just sex, I know it, I think inside you somewhere, and you know it too." Rupert told me.

"We are going to miss the wedding." I told him. Okay, we had a couple hours, but I was worried about showing up all disheveled and embarrassing my Mum.

"No, we have time to talk. I'm not leaving unless you can tell me you don't love me." Rupert told me giving me a firm look. I opened my mouth to talk and he touched my shoulder and looked down at my face and I lost all train of thought. Telling him I didn't love him wouldn't come out between my lips and I just blinked at him.

While I couldn't admit I loved him yet either, that was closer to the truth then telling him I didn't. I was confused and I felt my brow knit up into an expression that had him tilting his head to look at me. I felt like he was trying to look into my soul and it made me a little uncomfortable. He had these eyes that didn't miss anything. He noticed every detail; it was probably why he was so good when it came to sex. He could pick up every little gasp and change, and here I was thinking about sex again. Bringing my hands up over my face I started to laugh. I couldn't help it.

"You need to go away Rupert. You are messing with my head. And my body. Just go away." I told him, but I knew I didn't sound very convincing. I didn't even convince myself that's what I wanted. He stood there staring at me and I pushed him. He stumbled back a couple steps and gave me a shocked expression. I don't think he was expecting my reaction.

"I don't think you really want me to do that Lara, I think you need a hug right now, and we will talk about this further. I won't let you leave without having a heart to heart about everything. This is more than just sex; I don't know why you don't want to admit it." He seemed genuinely confused by my behavior.

"If you touch me again, I'll bite you." I threatened him. Bringing my hands off my face I looked up at him. I didn't know why he made me behave so irrationally, so out of character, even childish at times. I embarrassed myself, it wasn't his fault. He somehow just brought all these parts of me out, and I didn't think it was always a good thing he got these kinds of extreme reactions. I was used to being cool, calm, collected. An Ice Queen, people had joked in the past.

He made me hot, and passionate, and around him, there was no ice. It was all fire.

"Lara, if you keep pushing me, and threatening to bite me, I'm either going to spank you, or tie you up again. So pick your next words carefully." He whispered to me, I knew he'd make good on his threat and I groaned inside my head. I could feel myself grow wet and it pushed buttons I was trying not get pushed.

"Get out." I told him and walked over to the bed. When he didn't move I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. I hit him straight in the face with it. Before I even had time to process what happened next, I was flat on my back on the bed with him pinning me down. His knee was jammed between my thighs and he had both wrists above my head.

"I warned you," He told me and put both my wrists into one hand. He was a lot stronger than I was and even though I tried to yank my wrists away, I couldn't. Glaring at him I wiggled my body against him trying to get free. "Go on, keep doing that, it's hot."

I froze. I realized that I'd been grinding my vagina against his thigh as I wiggled. I hadn't even been paying attention, but I'd left a wet spot on his jeans. I was so wet from him pinning me down that I'd gushed through my panties. My skirt had wedged up around my waist and the strap on the back of my neck had started to untie itself, I didn't have a bra on.

With his free hand he pulled the halter part of my dress down exposing my breasts to him.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined." He told me, and before I could respond he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I broke, in that moment I arched my back up against him.

I would hate myself later, but the way he felt against me, his hot mouth and that stupid tongue ring against my flesh, I was lost. I don't know why I couldn't control myself around him, or why he inspired me to do things to get him to react, all I could think about was him spanking me. I
wanted
him to do it.

He fondled my breasts with his tongue and mouth and his spare hand. His knee was still wedged against my vagina and he pressed it hard. I was rotating my hips as he sucked and licked my nipples subconsciously. I couldn't stop myself. Squeezing my breasts hard with his hand, he switched between the two of them, all the while pinning my wrists to the bed. I gave in to him, I let my body fly free with the passion he was creating in me and I closed my eyes.

He stopped kissing me for a moment and leaned over me; he stopped to look at me and then grinned. Turning me over he let go of my wrists and put my hand on my back, he pulled my ass into the air and pulled my panties down my thighs, leaving them there so my legs were semi-trapped. I moaned as he bit my ass cheek and then pressed kisses against the skin and worked his way down. When he licked between my cheeks, I tensed. I'd never had anyone do that before and when I clenched tight, he surprised me by slapping one of my ass cheeks hard. His other hand stayed on my back, pressing me down against the bed when I would have wiggled free.

"Relax Lara; I'm not going to hurt you." He told me and then worked his tongue against my skin and nibbled on my cheeks. He left another stinging handprint on my ass that had me gushing wetness against my thighs. I moaned loudly. He wasn't being fair, my ass burned like fire and my clit throbbed, aching for touch. I needed more. Relaxing and giving into his demands, I spread my legs as far as I could with my underwear wrapped around my thighs. Silk didn't stretch very far, and it was an effective hobble.

He licked my butt cheeks, slobbering all over me. I could feel it getting wet and slimy back there, and he put his other hand around under me to find my clit as he played with my ass with his mouth. With his agile fingers pressing the right spots, soon I was pushing my ass back against his face, he was working me close to an orgasm when he pulled up and climbed over me, doggy-style. He took my cunt in one quick thrust, soaking his cock in my fluids. He fucked me from behind for a few moments before pulling out and rubbing the tip against my ass.

I knew what he was going to do and while I was terrified it was going to hurt, I didn't stop him. I surrendered to what he wanted and I tried to force myself to relax on the bed. He slowed his fingers on my clit, taking his time, helping me focus and relax on pleasure.

Inching the tip of his cock up my ass, I could feel him stretch me, it burned slightly, but he went slow, pushing himself inside. When he filled me all the way up, he slowly started to move an inch at a time back and forth, I was so tight, and he was so big. I exploded instantly into an orgasm that had my legs shaking and me holding my breath. Seeing stars explode behind my eyes, I'd never cum so hard in my life. He took me more aggressively then as I relaxed my body against him. He kept playing with my vagina and clit, keeping my orgasms going as he picked up the pace and I could feel his balls slapping against the lips of my pussy.

I buried my face hard into the bed; I'd never allowed anyone else to take me like this. It was vulnerable, it was erotic and hot, and it just slightly hurt because of how thick and big he was. I was shaking from the intensity of the sensations and I felt myself break out into a sweat. I was all slippery all over and as he leaned over me, I could feel the piercings on his nipples rub against my back through his shirt. I didn't even know he had them pierced until now.

There were a lot of things I didn't know about him, and realized I wanted to learn. He was right, I couldn't just go back home without figuring out what this was that was going on between us. The idea of leaving him behind had me feeling a little panicky and I hated myself for feeling weak, but it wasn't his fault. There was something going on between us that was more than just sex, even if the sex was amazing. And intense, and rock me out of this world explosions of cumming that he kept pushing my body to experience.

I could feel his cock grow a little larger, a sign that he was about to cum, I pushed my butt back against him, taking him deeper inside of my ass and encouraged him to climax. I liked feeling it, I wanted him to fill me up, and when he did, his fingers pinched my clit and pulled slightly, sending me into a gut-clenching orgasm that had me squeezing around his cock hard enough it almost hurt me as he pushed inside and filled my ass up with his cum.

He shuddered against me and put his weight on my back and dropped his hand off my clit to brace himself on the bed. Holding himself up with his arm he bit the back of my neck. Dominating me, claiming me. I turned my head to give him easier access and knew in that moment that I was his.

I couldn't resist anymore. I didn't want to fight. If he wanted me, for as long as he wanted me, I would belong to him. I just hoped at the end of this, I wouldn't end up with a broken heart.