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BOOK: Stuck On My Stepbrother
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Adam sat over me once more, his tight abductor muscles, wrapped around me. ‘You’re not going to go off with your boyfriend after this, are you?’

I thought of Patrick. Poor Patrick. Lovely as he was, I’d always known in the back of my head, I think, it wasn’t going to work. I’d broken things off with Jacob for a reason. I didn’t need another Jacob.

I shook my head. ‘There’s no-one else,’ I whispered.

Adam thought about this for a moment. ‘I want to keep up our arrangement, Rose,’ he said. ‘I want to keep tying you up. To keep spanking you. To keep dominating you, in all sorts of new ways.’

I swallowed.

‘But for that to happen, I need trust.’

‘I trust you,’ I said weakly.

‘And I trust you too,’ he said, his face moving down now, closer towards me, until his lips were brushing my cheek. I could feel the warmth of the air that had been inside me, moving across my skin, hear the heaviness of his breath against me. ‘You dirty little minx,’ he whispered, as he pressed his lips hard against mine. The force of his mouth, pushing so hard against me, made me moan. But still, he kept on pushing, forcing his tongue between my teeth, flicking it hard and powerfully over my own tongue, grabbing me by the face so he could plunge his tongue farther and deeper within me.
 

I felt his groin – his hot, hard groin – pressing up against mine now. Even though he had underpants on, I was sure he could feel how wet I was through the fabric. I was so slick with juice that he was almost sliding right inside me, even with his underpants on.

Oh god, I wanted him. This was exactly how I wanted to lose my virginity. I wanted to lose it so badly.

‘Wait,’ Adam said, suddenly pulling away from me. He reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a black leather wallet. Was he going to offer me money? Is that what this was to him?

I saw him open his wallet and take out a small silver packet, which he ripped open with steady, strong fingers.

Of course! A condom! I was such an idiot. I wouldn’t even have thought of using one. Shit. There were some things I still really wasn’t so worldly wise about yet. And I sensed Adam was going to be the one to teach me them all.

He pulled down his underpants, and I strained to lift my upper body off the floor so that I could see his cock. I’d imagined it so often, that it felt unreal I was finally about to see it. When I eventually got a glimpse of it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The thing in front of me was just… beautiful. So long and hard and smooth. Built to do only one thing, and that thing was fuck. It was designed perfectly. No wonder the girls’ moans had been so loud and satisfied, when I’d heard Adam fucking them in the bedroom next to mine.
 

I could make out a few straining veins beneath the surface of his skin, showing just how hard he was right now, how desperately he wanted me. The tip of his cock was a deep crimson color, full of hot, manly blood, gushing straight from his heart to his penis, filling him up with red hot love.

Oh fuck, I wanted him inside me. I moaned with desire.

‘You want some of this, do you?’ Adam asked, pulling the condom tight over his bulging erection. ‘You want me to push this up inside your tight, wet pussy? You want your stepbrother to fuck you, here at work, like a little whore?’

I nodded.
Yes. I want it. I want it right now!

Adam’s lips pressed down on mine again, but just for an instant, as his mouth then trailed down my skin, first to my breasts, whose nipples were cold and puckered, hard as little rocks beneath his lips. He blew a soft breeze of air across them, teased them a little with his teeth, then sucked at them, as if he was drinking liquid for the very first time, beset with a terrible thirst. Then, once he’d had his fill of both breasts, had sucked at them and bitten and licked them all he wanted, his tongue then trailed down to my stomach, which had a pleasant, soft bulge to it now that I was eating more, and it felt so sexy having a moist tongue dragged across it.
 

Finally, his head nestled deep within my thighs. I felt his nose pressing against my soft pussy lips first of all, and then his tongue, once again. His tongue gently pulled the lips apart from one another, pushing between them, becoming coated instantly in the slick, sticky juices within me. He groaned with pleasure as he tasted me, and I could tell how good it tasted to him, as he continued to groan as his tongue flicked back and forth over my clitoris, and then, every few seconds, dived down deep into my soft, womanly passage.

I’d only felt a man do this to me – Jacob – twice before. I’d felt so nervous the last times. So anxious that I smelt or tasted bad, or that Jacob was only doing it out of kindness. But now, Adam was eating me like a man that hadn’t had a meal in months. He
wanted
to be down there. Heck, my arms were tied behind my head. This man was
only
doing things he wanted to me. I had no choice but to take it.

I felt the waves of ecstasy rush over me. I pushed my head against the concrete, and arched my back, feeling an electricity build up between my thighs. Adam sensed I was on the edge, and grabbed my buttocks tight, pushing his tongue all the way into me, as far as it would go. Bright, colored lights begin to fly in front of my eyes, and I had to stop myself from screaming. I felt the spasms in my ass first, then up and down my legs, and in my stomach, then, finally, in all the tight, clenched muscles of my pussy. One by one by one.
 

‘Fuck!’ I gasped. ‘Fuck!’

It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had
, I wanted to say.
Hell, having experienced this, maybe it’s the
only
orgasm I’ve ever had!

But Adam wasn’t about to let me rest. While my legs were still twitching, I saw him grab his huge, erect cock, which looked even bigger and harder than it had done before, since he’d been licking me, and he lay over me, pressing his chest against my breasts. Then, ever so slowly, I felt it. The tip of his cock, first of all, just nudging ever so gently against my entrance. Then, teasing the lips apart with its big, solid mound of flesh, and pushing in, just a centimeter or two.

‘You okay?’ Adam whispered, looking down into my eyes, with the tenderest look I’d ever seen me give.

I nodded again – all words had left me now.

He put his mouth to my ear, bit my ear lobe, ever so gently, and replied: ‘Good. Because I’m going to fuck you very, very hard now, Rose Smith.’

I felt his cock plunge, very quickly, all the way inside me. I couldn’t hold in my gasps any more. I shouted out as I felt my insides fill up with Adam’s flesh. ‘Shit!’ I yelled. ‘That feels… oh shit!’

Adam stayed, pressed all the way up inside me for a few moments, letting my pussy muscles unclench, open out to take as much of him into me as I possibly could. Then, when he was satisfied that I was read for it, he began withdrawing from me, sliding his hungry cock back up, out of my pussy, all the way up to the entrance to my passage again.

There’ll be more, won’t there?
I thought.
I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? Oh fuck, please let there be more.

The tip of his cock stayed teasingly at the wet, open entrance of my vulva for a second or two, and then Adam grabbed my breasts, kissing me hard on the lips, and pushed his cock all the way back in again.

‘Shit!’ I screamed again.

Before I knew it, this man was pumping me, hard. Filling me up with ever last millimetre of his big, hard flesh, then pulling out, teasing me, holding on until the last second possible, then plunging all the way in again. I was screaming and shouting, wrapping my legs around his back, begging him to fuck me harder and harder.

‘Green!’ I shouted, remembering our safe words. ‘Green! Green!’

Adam knew exactly what I meant, and knelt up for a moment, taking one strong arm on each of my legs, opening them out as wide as possible, looking at my wide-open pussy with a look of insatiable longing, and then plunging himself in again. As he fucked me, he lifted my legs up, until I had one foot each side of his thick, strong neck. From this angle, it seemed, his cock could slip ever
farther
inside me.

‘Oh, fuck, Rose!’ he shouted, as he began pounding me as hard as he could. ‘What have you done to me, you little whore? What have you done?’

He grabbed onto my buttocks, digging his fingertips into them, hard, opening up some of the welts on my backside, and, judging by the sheer agony I was feeling as he did so, drawing blood from some of them once more.

But there was no time to focus on the pain, because Adam’s cock was swelling up so big inside me now that I screamed. It just kept getting bigger and bigger, and then it began to throb. Adam moaned, grabbing onto me even tighter, and then, falling on top of me, flattening me and drawing the air from my lungs, he whispered: ‘I love you, Rose.’

I realized that my eyes had been screwed tight shut since he’d started grabbing my ass and I’d been in such pain, but now, slowly, I opened them, and took in the scene. I saw the most powerful man I’d ever known, in all the world, collapsed in a heap on top of me, panting with the sheer force of the orgasm he’d just experienced inside me. Above him, I saw the petals of cherry blossom, in the darkening dusk outside. And all around us, I smelt the sweet scent of white jasmine, squirting out its night time scent, filling up the glasshouse with an exotic perfume. A perfume that I would always associate with the scent of
my first time
.

I lay back, feeling the belt pulling hard against my wrists, and smiled.
 

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
An Ill-Thought-Out Apology

That night, for the first time, I stayed at Adam’s house. He held onto me throughout the night, and smiled when I kissed him and called him Adam. (I’d figured it out now, and I was allowed to call him Adam when we weren’t ‘in scene’ or conversing at work.) He even took me shopping the next morning, to buy a new dress for work. At around ten a.m., as I was working away at my desk, I got a delivery. A dozen red roses. The card attached to them contained an address, and there was a key inside.

‘Aw, how sweet,’ said Tegan. ‘Did your boyfriend send you them to congratulate you on your shorthand exam?’

Something like that
, I thought, and nodded.

‘Man, I wish my girlfriend would do something like that,’ she said dreamily.

In my morning break, while snacking on a pack of pistachios, as instructed by Adam, I went outside to stand in the sunshine. I took a slow, confident walk around the block. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come in a month. I’d got an amazing job. A new qualification. I’d had
sex
! But most of all, and this was really the most important part of all, something had shifted inside of me. By allowing myself to trust my stepbrother, to completely surrender to him, letting him dominate and even degrade me in each of our scenes, I’d actually become more sure of myself
outside
of them.
 

I’d realized how strong I was. And that strength didn’t always have to come from shouting the loudest, wearing the most make-up, pushing my way to the front of the queue… I had found my strength, and my peace, in having the courage to submit to another. And the more that Adam grabbed me, whipped me, and called me names, the more I trusted him, because our bonds strengthened. I knew, too, that I had the power to stop it at any time. That, although it was real, it wasn’t ‘the full story’. The full story was that he loved me. And I, deep down, knew how I felt about him too.

This was the start of a completely new chapter of my life. Rose Smith, finally, had stopped worrying about other people’s opinions of her, and she was going to get tied up and spanked and fucked by her boss as much as possible. For as long as he wanted.

It had been a shock, really, that he’d decided to fuck me at all. He’d been clear about the fact that sex hadn’t been a part of the deal. But at he’d told me last night, before fucking me again (twice in one night!), on the comfort of his satin sheets, he had been ‘overwhelmed’ by me. This was as big a thing for Adam as it was for me.

I took out my cell phone as I walked, knowing that there was one last thing I had to do.

At first he didn’t pick up, and I almost lost my nerve and hung up. But I took a few deep breaths, and waited.

‘Patrick.’

‘What the hell happened last night, Rose? I waited at that restaurant for over an hour.’

‘Patrick, I need to talk to you.’

‘I’m not sure there’s anything worth saying, is there? You stood me up. You’re playing some sort of game with me. I thought you were different, Rose, but you’re just as bad as all the rest.’

‘I understand you’re angry,’ I said calmly. ‘And I don’t blame you. But I owe you an explanation, and I think I should give it to you in person.’

There was a pause. ‘Right. Fine. Whatever, Rose. I’ll meet you if you want. But you’d better turn up this time.’

‘I will. I promise. Let’s meet tonight.’ I gave him the address, and then hung up, feeling better about having faced up to the situation like an adult. No more running away.

My break was almost over. Instead of going straight back into the building, though, I stopped on the pavement outside, for a few moments, and looked up at the great, glass building where I worked. Adam Cooper’s empire. I felt a warm glow, deep inside, and then I walked in, ready for work.

*

I sat on my new, cream chaise longue, looking at the view out of my window. I still felt a faint tingle of dizziness when I looked at a view from high up. My brand new penthouse apartment was on the thirty-third floor of a newly-built luxury block downtown, just a five minute walk from work. I’d only been in here ten minutes, but already the place felt like home. Adam had left a bottle of champagne in the fridge for me, and I’d helped myself to a glass. There was also an assortment of magazines left out on the coffee table for me, clean linen and towels by the bed, and not a speck of dust anywhere. Apparently, the apartment block even had its own swimming pool, which I intended to try out as soon as I could.

I hadn’t broken the news about moving out to my mom yet.
Or
the news that I was fucking my stepbrother, but… one thing at a time. It was going to be a big thing for her, having me move out. I knew she’d understand, though. I couldn’t stay her little girl forever. And I couldn’t rely on Adam for everything, either. But I was hardly about to move straight into his apartment with him, and this seemed like a good intermediary step. If I kept at my job, kept at my shorthand exams and became a full-blown journalist at Global, like Tegan, I’d soon be a woman of independent means, anyway.

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