SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

Her
tits bounced wildly and he wanted so much to be able to hold them in his hands,
but he wanted to at least try to protect her ass from the harsh hot metal.
Fucking her for the second time that night, he had plenty of staying power.
This time however he was determined to let her orgasm.

It
didn’t bother him at all that he ceased to exist for her. All he was right now
was the meat in her pussy giving her what she needed. Her eyes were closed, her
moans low and primordial, like she was the only living creature in the entire
universe. It didn’t take long for her to get to crash over the edge. Smiling,
he changed his angle the tiniest bit he knew she needed to go shooting off like
a rocket.

Her
whole body twitched and shook as she groaned. Instead of her usual scream this
was guttural and quieter. Her orgasm had taken too much from her, leaving
nothing for her voice. Her hands turned into claws, clutching his upper arms
tight, her nails sinking into his flesh and making him wince.

As
soon as she climaxed, Brad let himself go, but it was nearly an afterthought
compared to the sheer joy he got from watching her experience.

When
Jillian finally came down from her high, she slumped against him, wrapping her
arms loosely around his neck.

In
a whisper so low he could barely hear it, “my ass hurts.” They both laughed and
Brad took a gulping scent of her hair in as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
It was too perfect.

Several
months went by. Jillian and Brad were tighter than ever, working their way
through the new relationship. Boundary issues continued to crop up, but they
managed to deal with them pretty efficiently, especially given how new Jillian
was to it all. They had started to talk about moving in together. Each of them
lived in a one bedroom apartment. The idea of moving into a two bedroom and setting
up a dedicated play space was increasingly more tempting, it would be fun to
see what they could fill it with and still have it pass the guest room test.

Jillian
had more than passed his expectations for acclimating into the BDSM world. They
got her a collar to wear when they were playing and she even came to love anal
sex as much as he predicted she would. After all her hard work, he was ready to
show her off.

“I
think you’re ready,” he told her one night after a particularly rambunctious
bout of sex. They were still intertwined and he was enjoying having her perform
mingle in the back of his nose.

“Ready
for what?”

“There’s
a club. A place where people in the lifestyle can go and play together. Some
people only watch, others participate. It’s a safe place for us to congregate
with no judgement or fear.

Jillian
craned her neck so she could see him better. “Would we watch or participate?”

Smiling,
he smoothed back her still damp hair. “What would you like?”

Jillian
had to think about it. Her first thought was to play it safe and only watch on
her first time. But that sounded boring. She knew once she was there with Brad she
would probably want to do a lot more than watch.

“I
think I’d like to join in,” she said quietly.

“What
would you think about being with other people? I know you’ve been curious about
double penetration. We could do that if you felt comfortable.”

Wide
awake now, she sat up and stared at him. “You think we’re ready for that? Bring
another man into our relationship?”

Brad
sat up too and took her hands in his. “We wouldn’t really be bringing him in.
It would be someone I knew, a person I could trust with you, but it would only
be for that night.”

 
“We’d be using him for his body?” Jillian
laughed.

“Well,
I don’t think he’d feel very used,” Brad said, grinning at her. “It’s something
we’ve done before though, so I know I don’t have to worry about any bad fallout
later.”

His
past experience never bothered her and she loved to hear about some of the
stuff he had done with his other lovers.

“Would
there be another girl too?” Jillian asked, feeling like she could handle seeing
him with someone else, but still worried she might get upset.

Brad
looked at her carefully and then shook his head. “No. I think we’d better not
this time. If you think that’s something you’d like to explore, we can do that
another night.”

“Okay,”
she said, feeling relieved.

“Friday
night?”

It
was only two nights away. Jillian nodded, excited now for the week to be over
so they could go to the club.

When
Friday came around, Jillian stood at the door incredibly nervous. She already
wore her collar, but that was it. Well, that and the jeweled sapphire butt plug
nestled in her ass. To make the walk to the car, Brad had given her his
raincoat to wear. He helped her slip into it and then tied the belt around her
waist. As soon as they got to the club, the jacket would come off.

It
was a bit of a drive to the outskirts of the nearby city. They parked on the
street and Brad held her close as a grungy van passed by before they crossed
over to the nondescript club. There wasn’t much going on outside, just the
still air of a quiet night. When they got to the unmarked door Brad opened it
and they went into a small room where a bouncer stood next to a coat check window.

The
large muscular bouncer gave Brad a welcoming smile. “Hey, man. Haven’t seen you
here in a while.”

Brad
walked over and shook his hand. “I’ve got a new sub. We’ve been spending time
on our own while she gets used to things. This is her first time at a club.
Drake, meet Jillian.”

Jillian
gave the humongous man a shy grin. “Hi,” she said, hiding a little behind Brad.
In a moment, she would have to hand her coat to the pretty lady behind the coat
check window. Then this guy she had never seen or met before would see her
completely naked.

Brad
grinned, “she’s a little nervous.”

Drake
gave her a pat on the head as if she were a toddler. “It’s okay. You’re going
to do great. Brad’s an awesome guy.”

“Thanks.”

Brad
walked behind her and reached around her waist to undo the belt. Slowly,
drawing out the moment, he slipped the jacket down her shoulders. Drake made no
pretense of turning away while Brad revealed her naked body. Jillian wanted to
clutch at the jacket at the last second, but managed to keep her hands by her
sides. She looked down at the floor while Brad handed over the jacket to be
checked in.

Brad
wore a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. According to what he told her, a lot
of men wore fetish gear, but he preferred plain old street clothes. Right now, Jillian
wished he would strip of his clothes and give them to her.

“Damn,
man. She’s hot!” Drake said.

Jillian
felt humiliated when he gave Brad an encouraging nudge against his arm. But she
also felt turned on by it. This had been the most shameful thing to admit to
herself; she loved when other men stared at her and wanted her. She could
practically feel the man’s eyes roaming up and down her body, and it made her increasingly
hot in her center.

“See
you later?” Brad asked.

“Yeah.
Craig covers for me in a few hours. I’ve already got a club sub picked out.” He
gave an evil chuckle making Jillian wonder what was in store for the sub. Maybe
she would get to watch.

“Cool.
See you then,” Brad said, giving Drake another hand shake.

Drake
opened the door for them and they went inside.

Brad
had told Jillian what to expect, but it was still shocking to actually be
inside and see it all first hand. The club was dimly lit, but bright enough for
her to see what was going on and take in the layout. It was a large, wide open
space that used to be a warehouse. The club owners had taken what appeared to
be miles of black and red fabrics and draped them all over. The cloth floated
down the walls to hide the ugly metal and to form smaller sections in the large
space, while still leaving wide open entrances to each area.

Scattered
throughout were many couches of varying lengths, all of black leather. There
were tables everywhere and people had used them to place different toys like whips,
dildos, butt plugs, and things Jillian didn’t even recognize. Brad told her
each time a couple or group left a space, they were responsible for cleaning it
up first. Usually it was the sub’s job he said with a shit-eating grin.

Off
to one side was a small self-serve cafe stocked with coffee, sandwiches and various
other snacks. A huge built in fireplace took up a large part of one wall, the
fabric held back from it by a massive stone mantle. A lovely fire was lit, and
a couple were making love on what looked like some sort of sheepskin on the
floor.

There
was quiet music in the background playing a techno beat, but it was barely
noticeable compared to all the sounds you could hear. People were moaning and
groaning. There was also plenty of screaming, shouting, crying, and not to
mention the many different sounds of flesh hitting flesh...or other things
hitting flesh.

As
Jillian kept looking around her she noticed strange pieces of furniture here
and there. They looked like they came straight out of a medieval castle’s
torture chamber. One pretty girl hung from a large wooden X on a small stage. There
was a guy hanging from a beam by some intricately placed ropes. A woman was lying
stomach down on some sort of padded sawhorse, a guy fucking her ass, another
guy fucking her mouth, and a lady dressed in what looked like liquid leather
was whipping her with a riding crop. Jillian tried imagining what it must feel
like to be that girl. She would have traded places with her in a second.

Brad
watched her check the place out, a bemused look on his face. It was a lot for a
person to take in, even if they’ve been seeing tons of images on the internet.
Seeing it all in person for the first time was indescribable. Even after all
these years, Brad was still hit with a huge jolt of arousal just walking into
the place. When Jillian’s eyes lit on the foursome using a spanking bench, he
could instantly tell it caught her fancy. It would be too much for her first
time, but he made a mental note to arrange a similar scenario soon enough.

He
was sure if they were completely alone, Jillian would have been asking him
question after question, probably bouncing up and down with excitement. But she
was more restrained in a crowd. She hung onto his arm and angled her body to be
somewhat behind his while her head swiveled on her neck to take it all in.
Gently, he coaxed her out from behind him by moving her to his front. He
wrapped his arms around her, one arm going around her breasts and the other
went across her stomach so he could grab her pussy.

“Open
your legs. I want to feel how wet you are. I want everyone here to see me touch
you.”

Jillian
groaned as she spread her legs apart. When he slipped two fingers inside her,
he was completely unsurprised to find her soaked.

Pumping
his fingers in and out of her hot, wet core, he whispered in her ear. “You’re
going to love it here. Just wait until you’re the one on the spanking bench.
I’ll be fucking your ass like a jackhammer while another man does the same with
your face. Maybe I’ll have Drake be the one to wield the riding crop. Or would
you rather have a woman?”

Jillian
couldn’t have answered if her life depended on it. Her heart raced fast enough
to leave her breathless and unable to speak. She let out a whimper, completely
focused on staying upright while he plundered her pussy and tortured her with
sweet promises.

“Someday
soon I’ll bring you here and have one of them tie you up. You’ll be completely
suspended and unable to move, not even a finger. The rough rope will go right
through your pussy. You’ll be willing to kill someone to be allowed to come by
the time we unwrap you and get to see the beautiful marks the rope leaves on
your skin.”

Jillian
let her head fall back against his chest and stared again at the man who was
currently hanging in the bright, blue rope. Her leg gave a quick jolt as Brad’s
finger twirled around her clit before slipping back down and plunging back into
her pussy.

“If
I’ve had a rough day, I’ll bring you here and maybe all we’ll do is sit in the
cafe. I’ll have coffee and a croissant while you sit between my feet and suck
my cock.”

Jillian
turned to look at the cafe and saw a few couples doing exactly that, though one
set was a dom and male sub and another were both women. She wanted nothing more
than to have one of the dom’s give her permission to touch her breasts or feel
her pussy.

Brad
bit down on her neck and then suckled on the spot while she continued to see
all there was around them.