Stepbrother Biker (MC BDSM Dark Erotic Romance) (2 page)

Every single thing about this was wrong but she couldn’t deny how good it felt.

His hand presses further between her legs, spreading them apart. She feels his finger invade her most intimate region—sliding into her and finding her mound, circling it and sending a wild sensation through her body. She can’t resist the urge to fist the bedsheet beneath her and moan into it. Deep down she felt nothing but shame, knowing she should never experience pleasure from Cole, especially under a situation like this, but everything about his body felt so right. She knew she definitely didn’t want him to stop.

“
Because once I get started with you,” he continues, hot breath pressed directly against her ear, “it’s going to be really fucking hard to get me to stop.”

She gasps underneath the weight of his body. Something about that warning—that
threa
t
—
piques her darkest desires.

Kara was never a particularly sexual person, at least not outwardly. She knew that as much and didn't bother her; she was always more interested in her studies or her achievements than boys, and her mother was more than happy about that. Eventually, she learned to indulge her own mind and allow herself to fantasize. But then her fantasies grew dark. She dreamed of being taken in the night, stolen away from her home, and roughly claimed by handsome, strapping men. She dreamed of captivity, she imagined herself being bound, taken and dominated. Her darkest dreams only became more and more masochistic, eventually including humiliation and degradation. For a long time she wondered if something was wrong with her but she didn't have the guts to tell anyone about it. So instead, she started writing about it in her diary to deal with them. Her fantasies were her deepest, darkest secrets. She was ashamed of them, yet enthralled all at the same time. And she knew she would absolutely
die
if anyone else ever knew.

Until someone did.

Cole pushes her on to her stomach, pinning her against the mattress with his hips. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says to her, “because it’s about to get rough.” He pulls her arms forward, towards the head of the bed. She feels something wrap tight around her wrists—it’s a rope, which he ties to the headboard.

“
Good old rope is a lot more romantic than handcuffs, don’t you think?” he asks. “And now for your favorite,” he says, pulling out a black silk scarf and holding it up in front of her face. “A gag.” He wraps it around her mouth, securing it behind her head.

All Kara can do is whine softly into her gag as her restraints dig into her skin. She can barely move with the restraints holding her in place, and the weight of his body on top of her. She squirms what little she can, attempting to loosen the grip he has on her.

“
Keep struggling,” he speaks, pressing his mouth against her hair. “I like it when you struggle.”

Her heart jumps in her chest and wonders why she ever wanted this.
What kind of sick and twisted shit did I get myself into?

His fingers graze her skin again, this time running over the back of her thighs and leaving a trail of hairs on edge in their wake. Her breathing deepens as he brushes over her clit again, trailing up over her ass and grabbing her cheeks hard. She let’s out a yelp at the strange mix of pleasure and pain he gives her.

He gives her panties a tug, pulling them down over her curve until they’re resting around her thighs. The cool air hits her bare backside as he hikes her night gown up around her waist.

“
Mmm, you sure have a beautiful ass,” she hears him speak, right before he brings his palm crashing down against her supple skin.

“
Mmmph!” she cries out, gripping the rope as tight as she can with her palms.

“
A little pleasure and a little pain,” he says to her, “it makes the pleasure that much more intense because you appreciate it more.”

She shuts her eyes tight, bracing herself for impact. She feels his hand come down hard against her once more, and she restrains the instinct to cry out
.
Fuck,
she thinks, it stings and yet feeling his hand against her cheeks makes her
wet
. He cups her ass, rubbing and massaging it, almost as if he wants to soothe the pain away but it doesn’t exactly help. It doesn’t take long for him to pull away and swat her even harder the next time.

I can do this. I can do this. It’s just a swat. There are worse things he could be doing to me right now…

She bears it, taking in each slap, one after another, letting little more than a soft muffled sound escape her throat each time. It stings and her ass is already sore. But nothing bothers her more than the embarrassment of being turned on by it all. Each smack nearly made her clench and she felt helpless to stop it.

He cracks his palm against her one last time, letting his fingers linger there, caressing the skin softly. It’s almost startling to her—she still expects him to hit her hard but instead he’s being gentle. She didn’t understand how the man could go from brutal to nurturing in a split second like that, but she doesn't complain.

“
A little pleasure and a little pain,” he says again as he kneads her flesh. “You’re doing so well. We’re almost to the pleasure part. Almost.”

Almost
?
She swallows hard, fearing what he’ll do next to her. And worse, how she’ll react.

He shifts his weight on the bed beside her, removing her panties and parting her legs wide. She feels the bed slope beneath her, his knees brushing against the inside of her thighs. He keeps his hands planted firmly on her cheeks, rubbing and groping her. She had no idea just how erogenous that part of her body could be until he touched it. His thumbs press between her crack, holding her wide open. She feels a flood of heat rise up in her cheeks from sheer humiliation, and worse from the sheer shock of feeling him brush his thumb over her hole.

God, I swear I'll never have another dark fantasy if you just make this stop!

Then he speaks again, “A little pain.”

With his words she feels the tip of his thumb push through inside her. She squeals as the foreign objects invades her uncharted territory. He doesn’t push very deep inside her, but it’s more than enough to make her uncomfortable and to catch her completely off guard.

Oh God no, if he puts it in there…

“
And a little pleasure,” he says.

He stops, suddenly, pulling his finger out of her. She feels the bed move again.
Now what is he going to do to me
?
She feels a strange sensation between her legs. It takes her a moment to decipher whether it’s hard or soft, warm or cold, whether it actually is pleasure, or just more of the same pain.

But this time it’s pleasure. Through and through.

The warmth and wetness slips between her slit and she shuts her eyes tight, arching her back instinctively. It’s ...his tongue?!

A low purr exits lips as he licks his way into her, filling her most intimate spot. He grips her ankles, pulling her legs wide apart as he pulls his tongue out slowly and teases her with it’s tip. Her body surprises even her by yearning to feel him inside her again. And he obliges.

His tongue pushes into her once more, tasting her moisture and pulsating in and out of her. She pulls on her restraints and groans as he clutches her thighs and wriggles inside her.

She barely has a chance to catch her breath before he slides out and climbs over top of her again. She hears the clink of metal behind her – when she turns her head she sees his belt hit the floor. Suddenly, the pleasure she just felt dissipates and she feels her nerves stand on edge once again. She knew what was coming next– he would penetrate her, and she
kne
w
it was going to hurt.

Plus, this was her
brother
. Despite how dark her fantasies were they all seemed to pale in comparison to being fucked by a family member. The thought of it made her shut her eyes tight in shame. It's not like they were blood related. Hell, they didn't even grow up together. He is and always has been practically a stranger to her, but none of that made it right.

He rests the entire length of his body over hers and reaches for the gag over her mouth and removes it. He presses his mouth hot against her cheek, his hand travelling over her sides and finding her breast, which he gives a good squeeze.

“
I’m going to make you scream and I want to hear every decibel of it,” he whispers to her, dragging his warm tongue up over her face.

She bites her lip hard, determined to bear the pain silently. He pulls her up on to her knees, legs spread around his own. His hand comes down and tangles in her hair, giving her locks a good tug and causing her to whimper before pressing her head back down into the mattress.

He holds her in place and slides his hardness down between her cheeks and over her entrance, just teasing her until he rests at her folds. She closes her eyes again -- wishing she could bite the mattress or hold on to something for comfort but it’s impossible with the way he has her positioned.

“
This is the pleasure and the pain,” he says to her with his slick cockhead positioned at her opening.

Before she can react he presses into her, just the tip at first. She can feel herself expanding as he drives his hard shaft inside. Gentle he's not; not exactly, at least. She realizes she didn't tell him that this is her first time ever being with a man, but somehow she figures he knows that. It's not like he would show her any mercy either way.

“
How does that feel?” he asks her.

She whines first, and then says “go slower, please.”

“
That's not how this works, sis,” he says to her. “You wanted to be taken. You can't call the shots. That's like eating your cake and having it too.”

He was right and she knew it. She bites her lip hard as he drives into her another inch, pushing her upper body against the soft sheets. There was a certain thrill about it all, being dominated and not having control. It both destroyed her and compelled her all at the same time.

“
A-are you all in yet?” she asks with a stutter.

He doesn't answer, but pushes himself deep inside her. So deep it makes her gasp and reach all around her for anything to hold on to besides the rough rope she's bound with. Finally she can feel his hips pressed against her backside.

“
Yes,” Cole says.

Her chest expands and retracts; even her breathing is labored and painful. She realized that he's just getting started, and she
'
s not sure if she's ready to take what's next.

She can feel him moving inside her. His hips rock slowly against her, pushing her body just slightly against the mattress. The bed creaks in a syncopated rhythm beneath her ear. He's steady and precise as he moves inside of her; she wonders how long that will last.

His strides lengthen. He pulls out farther and pushes in deeper with each and every thrust. His movements become wild and erratic. Kara holds on tight to the bed, her mouth open wide and groaning. He lowers his upper body on top of hers, grabbing her breasts tightly and holding her body against his chest as he fucks her hard. His grunts are loud in her ear as she begs him for mercy. But he offers her none.

This is what you wanted.

It doesn't take much more to bring her to a climax. The explosion within her is enough to make her forget about any of the pain.

He releases inside of her and they come down from their high together. He breathes hard with her curled up under him. He stays inside of her until he's no longer hard, and keeps his body draped over her until their breathing settles.

For some reason, she finds comfort in being inside of the cocoon of his body. She felt warm and shelter, as if she were safe from the world. Safe from anyone and anything except for him.

But he's the one she fears the most.

And then the bed shifts again and his warmth is gone. He moves away from her, and she falls on her hip and side against the bed, still spent from their activities.

She knows he's looking at her. She glances up at him, slowly and tentatively, afraid of the shame she'll feel when she looks into his eyes. She expects a smug grin and some kind of cheeky one liner about him conquering her. But what she gets instead is a pair of dark, obsessive eyes that look like they want to ravage her over and over again.

“
Day one,” he says, brushing a finger over her lips. “Get some sleep. You'll need your strength for day two.”

It took hours for her to fall asleep the night before. Her mind kept replaying what happened over and over again. The only thing she could see when she closed her eyes was Cole, and the only thing she could feel when she opened them was his body against—and inside—hers. Besides that, she was sticky between her thighs and felt just plain dirty. All she really wanted to do was to wash him off of her but she couldn't bring herself to get out of bed. She already knew her legs wouldn't hold her.

And when she eventually did sleep it wasn't much better.

The next morning when she opened her eyes he was there. Just a blur at first, as her eyes adjusted to the light, and then in full sharpness. He was a vision, so she thought. A beautiful, rugged face with evil in his eyes and words of destruction playing on his lips.

The only problem is he's completely real, and hovering over her bed.

“
Good morning, Kara,” he says, his voice ominous. “Did you sleep well?”

Kara just grumbles and rubs her eyes, hoping he would disappear when she reopened them. Much to her demise, he's still there.

“
Ready for day two?” he says.

Day two?

He pulls her up out of bed, her short silk night gown barely covering her, and drapes her body over his shoulder.

“
Where are you taking me?” she asks, not ready for another round of his cruel punishment.

“
I have a lot planned for you today. You'll see soon enough,” he says. “But first, let's clean you up.”

Clean
.
Hot running water and soap sounded awfully good to her right now. But getting clean with Cole would probably end pretty dirty.

He carries her into the bathroom and sets her down on her feet in the tub. Upon letting her go she starts to wobble, but he's right there to catch her by the waist.

“
Woah, there,” he says, holding her small frame close to him. He leans back to look her in the eyes, and she sees a surprising flash of gentility in his own. “You got it?” he asks.

She nods. “Yeah, I've got it.”

He lets go of her slowly. “Good,” he says. He grabs the hem of her night gown and pulls it up over her head, letting her hair spill out over her shoulders. His eyes travel down her body—she's still a bit embarrassed to have him look at her naked, despite knowing how foolish that is considering the fact that he was inside her just a few hours ago. He licks his lips, his pupils widening as he takes all of her in. “You're fucking beautiful, do you know that?” he says, running his fingertips softly over the curve of her bare hip.

No, she didn't. Sure, she's been called pretty and cute before, usually in a nonsexual way, but she can't recall the time anyone ever called her beautiful and looked at her the way he is now.

She acts before thinking, reaching out and wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her lips crash against his. Even he's surprised at the sudden revelation, but he doesn't refuse her. He pulls her in, holding her as tight as possible against his body as they cling to each other in a manic, frantic kiss. Their lips mingle and weave together as he climbs into the bath tub with her, nearly stumbling as he goes. Her hands run messily through his dark locks. She grips his hair and gives it a hard tug, drawing a pained groan from deep within his throat, as if to tell him that two can play that game.

They stumble back and he slams her hard against the shower wall, pinning her in place with his weight. His tongue slipping into her mouth is enough to distract her from the pain. She suckles it, twisting her own tongue around his.

Water hits her body as they continue to kiss. It's cold at first and she jumps, but it eventually warms as it soaks through his clothing. She reaches down and grabs the hem of his t-shirt, breaking their connection for only a split second to pull it up and off his arms. Her hand cup his face as their lips meet again, and they both fumble with the buckle on his jeans.

Her mind and heart race as he removes his pants and underwear.
What the hell have I done?
she thinks.
Why did I encourage him? And why do I want him so bad right now...

She could tell him to stop if she wanted to, but he's not entirely sure if that would be enough to actually make him stop. But then his lips fall to her neck, nipping her sensitive skin with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and running his rough tongue over it. Her mouth falls open as her chest swells against his bare skin. They're so close already, and all she wants is more of him.

His lips trail up to her chin, over her cheek and up to her temple. He takes her thighs and hoists them up until her legs are wrapped tight around his hips, her body wedged in place between his and the wall. “I'm going to fuck you so damn good, Kara,” he whispers into her ear. It only makes her legs tighten around him, silently urging him to get inside of her now.

He shifts his hips until he finds her entrance, pushing his whole length into her with one rough thrust. She throws her head back, letting it hit the shower wall and cushioned only by her damp hair. She moans, digging her nails deep into his skin as he plows his hips against her.

She bucks back, taking every thrust deep into her body and grinding into him each and every time. Her mouth falls to his shoulder, tasting the water that drips down his skin and drenches them both. He grunts back at her, his cock hardening inside and stretching her wide until he releases. And even then he doesn't slow down, not until she releases as well.

Her body goes limp in his arms, her slippery legs sliding down his until she feels her toes against the pebbly shower floor.

He holds her in place, craning his neck back to see her face. With her eyes only half open, he's barely more than a blur through the droplets that have collected on her lashes. She feels him touch her chin and lift it gently, brushing his lips against hers as steam floats around them. Once again, he's gentle, loving even?
Pleasure and pain.

With one arm around her, he pulls her away from the shower wall. “I'm not quite done with you yet,” he says. She can still feel him inside of her when he turns her body and pushes her face first against the foggy glass of the once clear shower door. His body is against hers in seconds, working his hand through her hair and pulling it aside to gain access to her neck. He mauls her skin, his lips and teeth leaving a trail down to her shoulder as he palms the curve of her ass, slapping her lightly and kneading the flesh.

She feels his finger slip between her cheeks and circle her rosebud. Her body stiffens against his. “Relax,” he tells her, as he pushes the tip of his middle finger inside. She sucks in air—it's the oddest feeling having something in there, but it doesn't exactly hurt. “See, it's not that bad,” he says as he inches into her. She lets out a whimper and squirms against him, instinctively tightening her hold around him. “You can't do that, Kara,” he speaks, his voice warm and tickling the back of her neck. “I said
relax
,” he repeats. It comes out more like a demand.

She breathes hard, her breasts, cheek and stomach pressed up against the cool glass. He drives his finger deeper into her and she bites her lip. It's awkward, and not entirely comfortable, especially when he slips his index finger in next to it. Her fingers curl against the glass, the shower humming behind them, as she feels herself slowly loosen and adapt to the shape of him. He crooks them inside her, making her yelp, and then with a twist, he removes them.

His fingers are closely replaced with his cock, circling her rim before pressing inside. “Cole,” she cries, panting frantically.

“
Don't move,” he says as he slowly inches into her. “You're only going to hurt yourself.”

She breathes, willing herself to relax and loosen for him. He drives himself deeper between her cheeks, little by little, until his pelvis is pressed tight against her ass and he can't go any further. He rests his arm against hers, his fingers interlacing with her fingers against the glass. And then he thrusts. Not hard, just shallow push into her, followed by another, and another after that.

He slips his arm between her hips and the glass, letting his hand fall between her thighs. He continues to pump into her as his fingers trail through her folds, finding her mound and circling it slowly. Her hand closes tight around his as the pain suddenly dissipates and a pleasure she never imagined takes over her body.

Her body arches, allowing her to accommodate even more of his length. He pushes even harder into her, their hands grasping desperately at each other. She lets out a long, wanting groan as they climax together.

She rests her head back against his shoulder as he softens and pulls out of her, continuing to hold her close.

“
Turn around,” he instructs her, and she does. He pulls her back by the hips until they're both directly under the shower head. Then, he picks up a washcloth, lathers it up, and washes her body. HE starts at her shoulders and neck, circling the suds over her skin. She watches him in awe of the way he can be dominant and then tender, sometimes both at the same time. She wonders how long this connection between the two of them has been there. How is it that they lived under the same roof for almost her entire life and yet she never realized it?

He works his way down her body, over her stomach and over her thighs, and then coming up the back before rinsing her off. He kisses her cheek softly before squirting a drop of cold shampoo against her scalp. It sends a chill down her entire body, but that dissipates when he massages his fingers gently through her hair, washing it thoroughly and rinsing her off under the showerhead. Then he turns off the water and steps out of the shower, beckoning her to follow.

After wrapping her in a clean towel he presses his lips against the back of her neck, holding her waist softly.

“
Dry off then get something to eat,” he says. “I have plenty more planned for you later.”

*

Why is he being so good to me?

Kara never considered herself to be a cynical person, not until Cole, at least. After toweling off she emerges from the shower to a sweet aroma – it's Cole fixing breakfast. Sure it's simple waffles and eggs but she didn't even think he knew how to boil water, let alone cook a whole meal.
He must've learned after moving out
,
she figured.

She's hesitant to even sit down at the table, expecting it to be some sort of trap or trick. But it isn't. He smiles when their eyes met, his own dark eyes looking softer than usual. Then he places a plate in front of her, but none for himself.

“
Enjoy this, get some rest and I'll be back shortly,” he said, placing a kiss on the crown of her head before exiting the house and riding off on his bike. Kara sat staring at the hot food, which smelled divine, picking at it and wondering if he put something in it. Finally she mustered up enough courage to take a bite and it tastes as good as it smells. As hungry as she was, she finishes it all in a mere minutes.

An odd feeling came over her as she cleans off her dish. She remembered what he said last night, pleasure and pain. Something is coming, she realizes, and it rattles her to the core. He is going to do some to make up for all his kindness, and Kara isn't sure if she was ready for that.

She considered leaving, but she had no where to go. She thinks about calling her mom and begging her to come back early, but what would she say to her
?
Hey, mom, m
y
step brother
and I have been having sex all over the house while you and dad were gone and now I think he's going to hurt me! Also, I may or may not have rape fantasies. Please come home and save me!

No, that's ridiculous and she knows it. Whatever Cole has in store for her next she would just have to endure. She feels a lump build in her throat just thinking about it.

*

Kara is in her room when she hears the front door open and close again. Every muscle in her body contracts with each step he takes. As much as her brain tells her body to move, she just can't. Instead she stands and listens to him as he moves about the house.

Much to her surprise he doesn't come looking for her at first. Instead he does...something. She's not entirely sure but she can hear clicking and the rustling of what sounds like paper tearing. It peaks her curiosity but she doesn't have the guts to peep out into the hall and check. As if hiding from him will somehow make him forget she exists.

After about ten minutes of this she looks up to find him in her doorway. Her eyes trail up his body – he's still wearing his boots and that leather motorcycle jacket, with plain black jeans and another thin V-neck tee, which shows just a hint of his muscled chest. He looks sexy even in plain old day clothes, she thought.

And that sadistic gleam is already back in his eyes.

He taps his fingers against the baseboard of the door, licking his lips as he watches her sit on her bed. “I'm ready for you,” he says.

Her breath hitches.
But am I ready for him?

She knows she has little to no choice in the matter. Besides, part of her—a deep, dark, buried part of her—secretly wants to know what he has in store for her next. Whatever it is, she already knows it won't exactly be pleasant.