My Master (Stepbrother Romance #1) (3 page)

Laura Lee

              I sat on Bill’s ridiculously large, leather sofa and sipped the martini he’d made for me. I hated martinis, but it was the only thing he had, and when I suggested drinking straight from the liquor bottle, he gave me a dirty look. Apparently he’s too sophisticated for that.

              “So, I’m surprised you called,” he said as he draped his arm along the back of the couch and stroked my hair.

              All I could think about was Daryl and how he’d kissed me. I desperately wanted to be with him right now, but he’d basically kicked me out, told me he’d never do anything like that with me ever again. I didn’t believe it, though, and I was on a mission to prove it.

              “Well, I certainly didn’t call for the deep conversation.” I leaned forward and set my glass on the coffee table, and then adjusted my body so I was facing him. “You said you could seduce any woman. Prove it.”

              He smiled slowly and then set his glass on the coffee table, too. “Are you telling me what to do?”

              I shrugged. “Sure, if you like that sort of thing.” Although, I really didn’t want to be the one in charge tonight. I wanted him to take charge, to dominate me. “But if not, then I guess you can say I’m challenging your manhood.”

              “Either one of those is liable to get your ass spanked.”

              My heart rate spiked at his words and my face flushed with warmth. Thanks to my prior stint as a dominatrix, I wasn’t normally the one getting the spanking, but the thought of that thrilled me to no end. I was already horny – thanks to Daryl getting me hot and bothered and then stopping cold – and Bill’s threats were only intensifying my need.

              “Would you like that, Laura? Do you want me to spank you?”

              “Yes please,” I whispered.

              He nodded and reached for the button of his slacks. “Take your pants off,” he demanded.

              I did as he asked without question. Hell, I even went one step further and removed all of my clothes, leaving me completely naked to him. His gaze was hot and intense as he freed his cock from the confines of his pants. I licked my lips, and he stroked his shaft, his dick getting harder with each stroke of his hand.

              “Suck my dick, Laura. Kneel on this couch, ass in the air, and take my cock into your mouth.”

              “Yes, sir.” I once again did as he asked, taking all of him into my mouth. When he cockhead hit the back of my throat, he hauled off and smacked my ass. I screamed around his dick and squeezed my eyes shut as the sting of the slap eased, spread down my thighs and toward my clit.

              “You like that?”

              “Mmm hmm,” was all I could manage to say.

              “Ah, fuck,” he groaned when I cupped his sac and swirled my tongue around the ridge of his head. “That’s it, Laura, such a good little cock sucker.” His hand landed squarely on my ass again, and this time, I released him and let out a loud yelp. Each spank grew in strength and intensity. I wondered if I’d be able to sit down after this.

              He fisted a handful of my hair and slowly fucked my mouth. He was a lot larger in my mouth than he’d looked a moment ago, and if he kept shoving himself into my mouth like this, I was going to choke, but I think that’s what he wanted.

              Using his hold on my hair, he jerked my mouth from him and kissed me hard. His tongue was everywhere, overpowering me. It was nothing like Daryl’s kiss, and I missed him terribly right now.

              I wished it was him I was with, but I wasn’t, so I needed to get my head back in the moment. It’s not like I wasn’t attracted to Bill – I was. Releasing my mouth, he guided it back to his cock, and I took it into my mouth again. As much as I enjoyed giving head, I hoped he wasn’t going to make me do this until he came. I really wanted to get fucked tonight.

              Bill groaned loudly and rested his head along the back of the couch. I could feel him swelling in my mouth, and I pulled back slightly. “You taste so good,” I mumbled.

              “I bet you do, too.”

              My heart rate spiked, and my pulse roared in my ears.

              “Bet you feel fucking incredible.” Grabbing my hips, he brought me over onto his lap. I clutched the base of his cock and held him still while I eased down on him, taking his length inside of me. I moaned, the feel of him stretching me, the burn of his entry was too much and not enough all at the same time. I craved more even though I knew my body couldn’t take it.

              Taking his face into my hands, I kissed him hard on the mouth as I began to move on him, slowly at first to adjust, but he had different ideas. He dug his fingers into my waist and lifted me as he pushed his hips up, slamming into me so hard I actually screamed. And he didn’t stop, either. He fucked me hard and fast, the sounds of our flesh smacking echoed around us.

              “This what you want? Hmm?” He yanked on my hair, pulling my head back so he could bite and lick at my neck. “Tell me you want my cock, Laura. Tell me you’ve wanted it since you first met me.”

              “I do,” I gasped. “I’ve wanted your cock since I first met you.”

              He rewarded me with a couple slow, deep thrusts. The way he did it made it feel like he was simultaneously rubbing my clit and it was glorious. But then he went right back to hard and fast. My head was spinning. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how surreal this situation was or because I was close to orgasm. Either way, I felt fantastic!

              “You like it rough,” he said, and I knew it wasn’t a question. Slowing again, he held me tight to his body, our faces inches apart. He palmed the back of my head. “I’ve wanted to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick since I first saw you at the gallery.” His voice was raspy and strained. “You may not know this, Laura, but your body begged me to dominate you, to take control and make you mine. That’s really what you want, isn’t it?”

              I was shocked by how right he was. All I could do was nod. After years of being the dominant in the relationships, I craved to be submissive, to do as a man told me, to please only him. I’d kinda hoped it would’ve been Daryl, but Bill was a good alternative. He very clearly knew how to dominate a woman, and that made him much more attractive to me.              

              “Say it,” he snarled.

              “Yes, I panted and licked my lips. “I want to be dominated, Bill. I want you to control me.” Right about now, I’d say anything just to get him to keep fucking me, to reach the sweet peak of release. I was so close.

              “Okay,” he said, his voice a pure challenge. He tucked his hands behind his head and smirked. “Then fuck me until I tell you to come.”

              I whined. I was all too familiar with orgasm denial, and normally, I’d be thrilled with this little game, but I was wound too damn tight tonight. I needed to get off as fast as possible. I had a feeling Bill knew that, could feel it in my movements and that was the reason why he chose to deny me my orgasm.

              Maybe if I could drag him to the brink with me, he’d let me get off easily. I bore down on him, rotating my hips, grinding. His stomach clenched and he groaned. I smiled, knowing my plan would work. Men like him were so predictable. I lifted my body just enough to be able to slam back down on him hard enough to make his entire body jerk forward.

              Several times of doing that and I couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to come,” I said. “Please, Bill.”

              He reached around behind me and smacked my ass. I couldn’t stop it. My body tensed and writhed. There was no controlling it. I was coming. My entire face went numb and my toes began to itch. I’d barely reached my peak when Bill pulled out of me, and I felt his hot, sticky come all over my back and ass. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder and sighed.

              “You’re a bad girl, Laura.” But as he said the words, he hugged me. The small, tender gesture surprised me. It also endeared me to him a little more. If I wasn’t careful, I could totally see myself falling for a guy like Bill. He was sexy, strong, dominant, but he had a soft side, too.

              “I’m sorry,” I whispered, kissing his neck.

              “You know I have to punish you now, right?”

              I swallowed hard. “Yes, I know.”

              He nodded. “But not tonight. Deal?”

              Once again, he managed to surprise me. “Okay, then when?”

              “Tomorrow night. Come over around six. We’ll have dinner, and then we’ll play.” The promise in those last two words had a shiver running up my spine, and I trembled.

              “Sounds fun.”

              He grinned and gently stroked my cheeks. “I’m so glad you called, Laura. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

              My heart tripped over itself. I had no doubts we’d have fun, which was always a good thing, but I wasn’t getting any younger. I wanted the promise of something more than just fun. Although I doubted Bill was that guy. Daryl was though. My heart ached at the thought of him, and I suddenly felt ashamed and dirty for what I’d just done with Bill.

              I climbed off his lap and gathered my clothes. “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”

              He leaned back on the couch, perfectly comfortable with the fact his now flaccid cock lay on his leg. It was that level of confidence I had troubling saying no to. “What’s the rush, love? Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready again.”

              My eyes widened. “Um…” I really didn’t have a good reason to tell him why I was leaving, and I’d be damned if I told him it was because I felt guilty. “I have an early morning tomorrow,” I lied.

              He nodded in a way that told me he didn’t believe a word I’d just said. Frankly, I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of here, go home, shower, and curl up in my bed. Alone. “Well, drive safely.”

              “Thanks.” I quickly put my clothes back on while he watched. If my mind weren’t in such a tailspin, it might be erotic to have him watch me getting dressed, but right now, I just felt a little creeped out by it. Once dressed, I leaned down and placed a soft but quick kiss to his lips. “And thank you for tonight. This is exactly what I needed.”

              He grinned. “Glad to be of service. But tomorrow night, I’m going to get what I need.”

              I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that might be. I smiled tightly. “Can’t wait.” And then I turned and left, rushing out of his crazy expensive apartment building and down to my car. The sooner I got home, the better. But as I approached my car, I stopped cold. There, leaning up against the driver’s side door was Daryl. My heart stopped at the sight of him. What the hell was he doing here? Or better yet, how did he manage to even find me?

              Taking a deep breath, I walked toward him. Regardless of how I felt or what had happened between us, he was still my brother and I had to face him eventually. Might as well be now. The closer I got to him, though, the more I noticed how furious he looked. Oh, shit. This was not going to go well.

              “Daryl…what’re you doing here?”

              “I should be the one asking you that, but based on the way you look, I think I already know the answer.” He shook his head in disgust and stormed off toward his truck.

Sequel coming soon