RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (10 page)

“Fuck!” he cried out, a
thick rope of his sperm gushing forward from his throbbing tip, closely
followed by another, then another. With every geyser of his cum I felt each
landing down my back and all over my plump little ass, rejoicing in the way his
seed felt against my skin.

“Oh,
fuck, Dick! That’s it, cum for me…”

I watched him, his hips
bucking and his muscles twitching hard. The geysers turned to a slow drip, his
thick shaft spent of all its delightful gifts as my stepbrother slumped forward
ever so slightly, his grip still tight on my hips.

I closed my eyes, basking
in the glory of our shared orgasm, stretching myself out like a cat that had
just woken up from a nice long nap. I felt as though something in me had
changed… I’d either been broken or fixed, or something different all together.
As I lay beneath my stepbrother on his floor, I knew that
nothing
would ever be the same…

_
TEN
_

Dick

After our first time together,
Jessica began falling in line.

At first, things were
rocky. Her trust in me was something that the two of us needed to develop as
time when on, but the more she allowed herself to follow my commands, the happier
she seemed to become.

Every morning before she
was awake, I would send a text to her phone, instructing her on what I wanted
her to wear down to the color of hair tie she would put in her hair, and even
what style of panties she would have on under her clothes—if any. If she
questioned my orders, she would be punished—not with pain, but by a lack of it.
In a woman like Jessica, to use pain as a punishment was like reprimanding a
child by giving them candy. No, if I wanted Jessica to obey, she needed to learn
that she wouldn’t receive the release she craved.

“Are you in bed?” I texted her
just before midnight. I had ordered her to wait for my order before she even
thought of closing her eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied
within moments. I couldn’t help but feel a rush whenever she called me ‘Sir.’
My cock would come straight to attention, pushing against the soft fabric of my
boxers and I would be thankful for my private room.

“Is Becky asleep?” I asked
as I slipped my boxers off, standing in the middle of my dorm my hard cock
standing stiff as a steel rod.

“Yes, Sir. She went to
sleep an hour ago. I’m ready to obey,” Jess texted back, the soft chirp of my
phone filling the quiet air of my dorm.

“Open your legs,” I typed
before taking my cock in my hand and slowly working it from base to tip. The
power was more than a little intoxicating, knowing that someone would do
whatever you asked of them without hesitation.

Another chirp from my phone
told me that she’d done what I asked. I looked down at the screen, pleasantly
surprised to see a picture of her smooth, silken thighs spread apart on her bed.

“Like this?” she asked, and
I could almost imagine her chest heaving in anticipation.

“Good,” I replied, biting
down on my lip. “Play with yourself.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied,
and a moment later a picture of her fingers nestled into the folds of her
velvety pussy was on my screen. My cock throbbed as I began stroking it a
little faster, closing my eyes as I recalled the way her cunt felt around my
cock.

The fear I’d had of being
discovered had disappeared the moment I’d slid myself deep into Jessica’s
virgin pussy. Now, the thought that I was fucking my stepsister was probably
one of the biggest turn-ons of our entire relationship. Knowing that I
shouldn’t be doing it was what made every thrust inside of her so sweet. We had
no friends here, save for Becky, and she had apparently been telling Jessica to
fuck me for years. If only she’d listened sooner…

“It feels so good,” she
texted, sending yet another picture of her slickening pussy. I let out a moan
as I felt a twinge in my shaft, a wave of pleasure rolling out from between my
thighs. I began to stroke myself faster still, letting out a groan as the next
thing my stepsister sent to me was a video of her fingers flicking slowly on
her tiny little clit. “I miss how you feel in me, Sir.”

“Slide them inside,” I
ordered. “Show me.”

Within moments, an incoming
facetime
call rang onto my phone. I watched the
screen as two of her fingers slipping deep into her now dripping pussy. My cock
throbbed harder with every stroke, a pressure building between my hips. All
those times I’d touched myself imagining what this would be like, what her
wanting
me would be like, none of them
compared to actually knowing that if I told her to, Jessica would walk to my
dorm buck-ass naked and bend over, begging for my cock.

“I’m so close,” she
whispered. “It feels so good, Sir.”

I growled softly in
frustration. I couldn’t make it easier for her. She needed to be controlled,
held under my will if she was going to get any real satisfaction out of this.

“No one said you were
allowed to cum,” I whispered.

“But Sir!” she replied, ever
so quietly, “It feels so good! Please, may I?”

“I gave you an order,” I said,
“and you’ll do it, or you’ll face the consequences.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied,
though I knew she was desperate to push herself beyond that edge and fall into
the bliss of her own climax. Jessica was more than eager to explore the dark
corners of her desires, eager to feel the release of her orgasm wash over her.
Some days, I felt like I’d created a monster.

“I didn’t say stop,
either.”

“But I’m so close!” she
said, “Dick, I’m so close to
cumming
.”

“I said don’t do it, I will
punish you if you even dare cum a second before I tell you to. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pumped my hard cock to
the sight of those delicate fingers toying viciously at that wanting pussy. I
felt like every fantasy that I’d ever had about Jessica was coming true all at
once. I hungered for her, unable to push her from my mind now that I’d had a
taste. I was hooked.

I watched as my stepsister
plunged her fingers deep inside of herself, whimpering my name in ecstasy,
barely able to restrain herself from going just that extra inch toward the
edge.

“Please!” Jessica begged,
her panting growing more and more insistent, more labored and uneven. “It’s
driving me insane!”

Harder and harder I stroked
my thick dick, the pressure between my legs growing with every stroke. I moaned
out loudly into the darkness of my dorm, biting down on my lip as a pulse of
pleasure rocketed from my tightening balls. It was getting to be too much, too
much to hold back from falling into that sweet oblivion.

“Please, Sir!” she
whimpered as her fingers pumped in and out of herself. “I need to cum for you…”

It was too much to hold in,
the way she begged and moaned out for me as she soaked her fingers in her own
sweet juices. It felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t let myself fall
over that edge and into the torrential flood of my impending orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I said,
pointing my phone’s camera right at my red, throbbing cock to give her a little
visual of her own. I pumped that shaft harder and harder, ordering her in a
low, growling voice to cum while she looked at my cock.

It felt so sudden, almost
unexpected, though I had been building up to this release since the moment I’d
come home from practice that day. I reveled in the complete control I had over
Jessica, the way she surrendered herself to me and obeyed like an obedient
servant. She was mine, and that thought alone was enough to drive me right over
the edge.

My cock throbbed hard,
nearly bringing me to my knees as I worked my rigid shaft up and down. I closed
my eyes, throwing my head back as the looming wave of my climax crashed down
right on top of me, my heavy balls tightening as I felt the warm gush of my own
cum ejecting from the swollen tip of my dick. I cried out, my eyes closed tight
with every spasm from my shaft, ropes of my seed covering my fingers and dripping
onto the floor.

As I opened my eyes I
looked down at the video feed and saw Jessica’s face.

She bit down hard on her
bottom lip, doing her best to silence the moans and whimpers that were doing
their damnedest to escape. Her face contorted in what almost seemed like pain,
except for the smile that was plastered across her face. Her eyes stared up into
the camera, looking at me over the live feed as she came hard all over her
fingers.

“Did I go good, Sir?” she
asked me.

In all the times I’d been
with a woman, no one had ever had me more satisfied than Jessica. Even in our
little sexting sessions I’d never felt happier, never felt so
satisfied
than I did with her.

“You did perfectly, my
pet,” I replied, lounging on my bed, my eyes half open as the afterglow began
to wash over me. “This was one of the best yet.”

“I’m glad you liked it,”
she said, looking up at me seductively.

“Now it’s time for bed,” I
replied barely able to keep my own eyes open. I’d come to love our little
night-time rituals, each one making me eager for the coming day as I planned
new ways I could satisfy Jessica’s need to be subservient.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Do you have any orders for me? Shall I wear something special for you?”

I smiled lazily, pondering
the question for a moment before I replied.

“Something slutty,” I said,
a grin on my face as I added “and don’t you dare wear any panties.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jess replied.
“Goodnight.”

I hit he little red button
on the screen to end the
facetime
call, then lay back
in my bed, my eyes closed and a smile on my face. Everything seemed so perfect,
like I’d walked right into a dream—a dream I’d had over and over again for the
past few years. Jessica and I were finally together, finally free to hold one
another the way I’d always wanted. She was mine, and I wasn’t about to let her
go for one minute.

Maybe,
just maybe, all of this will work
, I thought as my eyes closed and I
rested my head on my pillow.
I have the
girl of my dreams and everything is finally working out
.

I pulled the blankets up
over myself as I imagined for once what the future would hold beyond the next
fuck, the next game or even the next party. Life seemed different now that
Jessica was actually a part of it instead of a minor player. I’d made the right
move. I could have been at Yale, hundreds of miles away from the one girl I’d
always wanted… Instead, I was here, and she was mine.

“I made the right choice,”
I said to the dark emptiness of my dorm room, my eyes closing once last time
before the start of a brand new day.

_
ELEVEN
_

Jessica

“You’re such a freak!”
Becky squealed from across the room.

“Hey! Be nice,” I said,
feigning offense. “You were the one who told me that I should have had sex with
him a long time ago!”

“I know, but I didn’t think
that you’d ever actually do it!” she laughed, rolling onto her bed. “I’m proud
of you!”

I’d waited at least a week
before I’d let Becky in on me and Richard’s little secret, just to be sure that
I wasn’t getting ahead of myself. Ever since I’d spilled the beans, it was all
she was able to talk about whenever I was around. Becky wanted every single
detail of our time together, especially all about what we did outside of the
bedroom. She seemed to get a kick out of hearing about the things Richard would
order me to do.

Richard’s commands usually
left me feeling so hungry for him that I was ravenous by the time I saw him.
Classes often got in the way of our face-to-face encounters, but that never
stopped us from enjoying one another.

“It feels weird saying
this, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. It’s like I
hadn’t started actually living until I started actually
being
with Richard.”

“Does that mean you
love
him?” Becky asked, her grin only
growing wider.

I’d been the kind of person
who swore I’d never really fall in love, not in that sappy love story sort of
way you’d always imagined from fairytales and romance novels. Becky knew I
hated that sappy sort of drivel, and the fact that I was practically gushing
over my stepbrother in way I’d never once spoke about Michael made her all the
happier.

“I didn’t say that,” I
replied, crossing my arms and turning my gaze away. I could already feel my
cheeks flushing with color at the thought of actually whispering those words to
Richard, confessing my feelings for him, and not merely my own lustful desires,
but the desires of my heart. It was almost infuriating how emotional I was
getting, waxing on in a sappy internal monologue of all the ways I craved his
presence. I felt like a fool… and yet I’d never been happier in my life.

“But you meant it,” Becky
giggled, practically squealing in excitement. “You’ve got it so bad for him!
And not just in your pants!”

“Shut up!” I said, turning
toward her in a mock display of anger. “I don’t want to talk about it”

“Touchy tonight,” she said,
playing at being wounded by my outburst though I could see her grin still
peeking through her mask of feigned
reproachfulness
.
“I guess if you didn’t want to talk about all this lovey stuff, then I won’t
tell you about
my
love life.”

“What?” I blinked, sitting
up slightly in bed as I looked across the room at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’ve met
someone!” she said, biting at her lip excitedly. “About two weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” I
asked, feeling somewhat hurt for being kept out of the loop… “What’s his name?”

“Greg,” she said, smiling
bashfully. “He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and he’s
so
good with computers. In fact, that’s how we met.”

“Through the computer?” I
asked, frowning slightly. I never liked the idea of online dating, especially
the layer of anonymity it created, letting practically anyone pretend to be
someone else. “Like, on a dating site?”

“No, stupid,” she laughed,
“I met him in class. My laptop had crashed right in the middle of a lecture,
and I thought I’d lost everything! But all of a sudden he taps me on the
shoulder from the next row up and asks if I need any help. So he takes my
laptop and before I know it he’s handing it back in no time at all with
everything back exactly like it was! And when I looked at the document that was
open on the screen it had his number on it.”

“Oh, my God. That it
possibly the smoothest,
nerdiest
thing I’ve ever
heard.”

“
Right?!
” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling. “So I
can’t stop smiling all through class and the next day I called him, and we went
out on a date!”

“Becky!” I squealed
excitedly, “that’s fantastic!”

“I know!” she squealed
back, “I was so nervous at first, but it’s like every time I’m near him, I
don’t feel that way anymore. It’s like he knows just how to calm me down. And
the sex is so great!”

“You’re already having
sex?” I asked, my eyes going wide. “Since when?”

“Our third date,” she
mumbled, casting her gaze down toward her knees bashfully. “I didn’t think he’d
be good at it—he’s kind of an awkward guy most of the time—but I was
so
wrong.”

I couldn’t help but laugh,
covering my face to hide my own scarlet cheeks. I never thought in a million
years I’d be talking about my sex life, even with Becky, but I couldn’t deny
that it felt good to have
someone
who
knew the truth about what Richard and I were doing—especially someone who
wouldn’t judge us.

“I’m glad I have you to
talk to, Becky,” I said, relaxing back against my pillows, my arms up behind my
head. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t there for me.”

“Well, I can’t say the
feeling isn’t mutual, Jess,” she sighed, smiling over at me as she too settled
back down onto her bed. “I’m just glad I have my best friend here with me,
otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to handle college.”

“Me either,” I whispered.

The following morning, I
was sitting outside of the campus café, enjoying the usual cup of coffee I
liked to get right before classes started. It was always quiet, with only the
few students milling about who made it a habit of not sleeping in until after
noon on a regular basis. I liked to start my morning off quietly, left well
enough alone before I had to finally deal with all the chaos of my fellow
students moving like some massive school of fish, changing and pushing in every
direction without a moment's notice. In
fact
it was so
early that I almost jumped in surprise as I felt my phone vibrating in my
jacket pocket.

“Where are you?” read a
text from Richard. Usually he made it a point to sleep in, especially after
practices.

“Outside the café, Sir,” I
texted back, confused as to why he’d be interested in talking so early. Our
time together usually took place after dark, though I’d still often get texted
orders throughout the day, things that would force me to push through my own
inhibitions and build confidence in my own sexuality. But lately his texts had
come less and less, and I’d begun to wonder whether he’d started to get tired
of me.

“Get up and stand behind
the café where no one can see you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart
starting to race as I wondered what Richard had in store for me. As ordered I
stood and gathered my things before I made my way around to the back of the café,
where a little corridor sat between it and an unfilled retail space. Just
inside the corridor I found a perfect place to wait, a small alcove carved out
of the wall where one might have kept a set of garbage cans, though thankfully
was devoid of any such thing, making my wait all that much more bearable.

“I’m here.” I said once I
was in position, clutching onto my purse nervously.

I stood for what felt like
an hour, waiting for what I had no idea as I checked my phone every minute.
What was I doing here? And why had Richard been so specific about anyone seeing
me? Usually when he had me follow a command he wanted me to be seen as part of
my “exploration” of myself. I’d begun to suspect that my stepbrother had gone
back to his old tricks and I was beginning to feel like leaving would be my
best option, despite the promise of “punishment.”

But just as I was about to
turn and leave, I felt my phone once again start to buzz.

“Stay,” was all it said,
and suddenly I was more than acutely aware that my stepbrother was watching me,
though from where, I couldn’t tell.

“Yes, Sir,” I sent back,
swallowing nervously. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of him
watching, somewhere out of sight. My heart raced like a hummingbird’s at the
idea of what he might be doing.

“Take it off,” came another
text.

“Take what off, Sir?”

“Everything.”

I stared at the text for a
long moment, my breath stolen from my lungs at the prospect of stripping
totally naked in public. Despite my initial fear, I began to undo the buttons
on my blouse, constantly glancing toward the entrance to the alleyway as I cast
my clothes onto the pavers at my feet until all I was standing in was my bra
and panties. I felt so vulnerable, my heart pounding at the idea of someone
discovering me here. But between my legs I felt the warmth of my arousal blossoming
like a flower.

“I said everything,” came
another text, and before I even realized it I felt my panties soaking. Slowly I
started to unhook my bra, letting it fall at my feet before slipping my panties
down until they crumpled around my ankles in a heap. I was so wet, the idea of
him watching as I did something so depraved, maybe even touching himself as he
did so was more than enough to get my imagination racing.

“Good,” his next message
read. “Now play with yourself.”

“But what if I’m caught?” I
asked, biting hard on my lip again.

“I gave you an order,” he
said, and I could practically hear the commanding tone of his voice. I couldn’t
stop myself from shivering in pleasure. I couldn’t dare disobey… and I didn’t
want to.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied
before pressing my back against the wall of the alcove, letting it support my
weight as I spread my legs. If Richard was watching, I hoped he had a good view
as I slid my fingers into the wet folds of my cunt. My eyes fluttered closed as
I began to slowly flick my fingertip against the wanting nubbin between my
legs. Michael had asked me more than a few times to play with myself for him,
but somehow, this felt so much more exciting.

I moaned softly, hoping no
one could hear the way my teasing brought sounds that had—until today—had never
been heard outside of four walls. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me like
a drug, heightening my senses as I played with my aching clit.

My hips tightened, pressure
beginning to well up deep inside of me as I imagined my legs wrapped around Richard’s
waist, his cock buried deep inside of my welcoming pussy as my hips squirmed
and bucked against him, riding his thick member until I felt the warm release
of his sperm gush inside of my body. It was a fantasy I’d only ever dared to
dream of, one I had read and seen in videos but could only hope would one day
be mine. I wanted to feel Richard’s seed inside of me, to truly be his. It was
a fantasy that never failed to bring me straight to climax.

I bit down on my bottom lip
as an electric crackle of pleasure radiated up from between my thighs,
stretching out and dissipating as it reached the tips of my fingers. I felt my
body relax against the hard surface of the alcove wall, my muscles practically
melting as I drew closer to the heights of my climax, eager to fall right over
the perilous edge and into the sea of orgasmic bliss, Richard’s name kissing my
lips as I cried out in ecstasy.

My chest rose and fell, the
peaks of my breasts hardening like diamonds in the cool pre-autumn air. I
moaned out again, my caution thrown to the wind as I pictured Richard,
somewhere hidden as he watched me with his hand wrapped tightly around his
massive cock, stroking it to the thought of being inside of my wet pussy,
sliding inside of me and pleasuring
my
in the way only
he truly could. In that moment I began to truly feel like he owned me, and I
reveled in the thought of truly being his.

“Dick,” I whimpered as
another wave of pleasure rolled over me, another warning before the coming
storm of my own bliss. My breasts trembled with each quivering intake of air,
my breathing ragged and uneven as the tighten deep inside of my body threatened
to break over me, drowning me like a victim at sea in an ocean of pleasure.

My head rolled back as my hips
gave an involuntary convulsion, bucking hard against my hand as I did my best
to stifle my cries of joy. For a moment I’d lost all sense of my body, the
sensation of falling overcoming me as I felt every muscle in my arms and legs
relax all at once. My heart hammered like a war drum, and as my eyes opened, I
found myself a naked, quivering heap on the floor, my body covered in a glossy
sheen of sweat.