SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (12 page)

“Hi,
Sir. It’s great to see you back again.”

Jillian
was startled by the sudden appearance of a girl around her own age who had
approached Brad. She was slim and dressed in a cute white, lacy dress. She had
on a headband with little fox ears and a fox tail swooshed around her backside.
Around her neck was a white leather dog collar.

While
keeping his arms around Jillian, Brad managed to lean forward and give the girl
a kiss on the cheek. “Mindy. Good to see you too. This is my girlfriend,
Jillian. Jillian, Mindy is a girl I’ve played with in the past. She’s currently
between masters.”

Jillian
had wondered how she would feel when actually confronted with one of Brad’s
former lovers. She was happy to find that she didn’t feel any jealousy at all.
The girl was incredibly cute and sweet looking. She thought it would be nice to
curl up next to her in front of the fire sometime, maybe wearing a cute tail of
her own.

“Hi,
Mindy,” Jillian said softly.

“Hi!”
Mindy was perky and upbeat. Jillian liked her instantly. “It’s really great to
meet you. Brad is such an awesome guy.”

The
foxy girl turned back to Brad, “Well, I gotta get going. I’m supposed to be
retrieving a ball gag. I’ve probably bought myself a few whacks with the belt
for dillydallying.”

Mindy
looked like the prospect of being hit with the crop didn’t bother her at all.
With a friendly wave she was gone, scampering off in the direction of a huge
row of cabinets. Brad explained to Jillian that every member had a cabinet
where they could keep their personal toys. None of them were locked, and the
club had never had a single theft.

“Oh,
there’s Derek. He’s the one who’ll be joining us tonight.” Brad unwrapped
himself from Jillian and took her by the hand, leading her over to one of the
high top tables scattered throughout. They were great for taking a break and
watching what was going on.

As
they got closer, Jillian could see they were heading toward a man who looked
maybe a few years older than she did, probably halfway between her and Brad. He
was dark as coffee, bald, and looked even more muscular than the bouncer. He was
shirtless and his chest and arms were covered in tattoos. It looked like he was
watching one of the female couples who were fucking each other with a strap-on.
The smile on his face and the way he sat with his chin in his hand was like he
knew he was privileged to get to watch.

Jillian
thought he was probably one of the most stunningly beautiful men she had ever
seen.

“Holy
fuck,” she said softly, without even realizing it.

 
“My present to you, to celebrate your joining
of our tribe. Derek is a switch; he enjoys topping and bottoming. I’ve yet to
see him without a smile on his face.”

Jillian
kept eyeing him and then a very alarming thought occurred to her. “Is his, uhm,
you know, as big as he is?”

Giving
her a wink, Brad answered, “Bigger.”

“Holy
fuck.”

Brad
continued to lead her over to Derek. When the other man saw them he smiled even
bigger and got down from the stool to give Brad a huge man-hug complete with a
spine-shattering smack on the back.

“My
man! How’s it hanging? Good to see you.”

When
Brad could breathe again, he shook his head. “Geez, Derek. You take me out of
commission, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Pansy.
This your girl?” he said, peering at Jillian.

“Yep.
This is her. Jillian.”

Derek
slowly looked her over from head to toe and back again. “Nice…” he said,
drawing it out. “You’re a good friend.”

He
walked around Jillian to look at her from the rear. “Whoa! Now that’s what I
call an ass. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Brad
grabbed the ass under inspection and gave it a hard squeeze and then a sound
slap making Jillian jump and giggle. Derek gave a low whistle of appreciation.

“There’s
an open spot over there. Want to get started?” he said, clearly ready to give
Jillian a go.

“Lean
on, brother.”

The
trio went over to an area that was enclosed on three sides with red fabric, the
fourth being completely open. The space held a wide padded bench and a small
stool.

Once
they were inside, Brad sat on the stool saying to Derek, “Go ahead and play
with her for a bit while I watch. This will be her first time with someone else
so keep that in mind.”

Brad
had already told Jillian before they got there that he was going to let the
other man do other things with her, but it was still a revelation to hear him
casually hand her over to someone else.

The
revelation was how much she liked it.

Giving
a little shiver of anticipation, she darted a glance up at Derek’s face and
then back to the floor, wondering what he was going to do with her.

“Mm,”
he drawled. “You delicious little thing. I am going to have some fun with you.”

He
pulled some rope out of the back pocket of his black jeans and then went around
to the back of Jillian. Grabbing her wrists, he tied them together behind her.
He wrapped the rope up her forearms in a way that forced her chest up and out.
It wasn’t comfortable, but didn’t hurt. Luckily she was flexible from years of
yoga.

When
he was in front of her again, he took her breasts in both hands and squeezed
them tight together before kissing his mouth over both nipples and sucking. His
friendly face and demeanor had made Jillian think he was going to be gentle
with her—he wasn’t.

His
grip was tight enough to nearly bring tears to her eyes and he would bite each
nipple before tracing it with his tongue. She was nervous he would go too far
with her and cause her real pain, but she reminded herself that Brad gave Derek
explicit details about her limits and endurance levels. Apparently, Derek had
understood them to the letter since he brought her to the edge, but no farther.

Eventually,
he came up for air. “I absolutely love her tits. I mean, you should have these
bronzed or something. They’re perfect.”

After
that lovely compliment, he went back to torturing her with his mouth and rough
hands.

“Walk
her back toward me a little,” Brad said.

When
Jillian was close enough, Brad put his hands between her thighs, coaxing her to
spread her legs. Once she did, he immediately started playing with her clit.
She nearly came on the spot.

“Don’t
forget, no coming unless we say it’s okay,” Brad reminded her.

She
let out a deep groan, trying desperately to get control of her body while the
men played with her.

“Hey,
I don’t think you’ve seen this yet,” Brad said to Derek.

“Jilly,
turn around and bend over so he can see your bauble.”

Her
face went red as she turned around and bent over. Brad gathered her hair on top
of her head in a handful and then fondled one of her dangling breasts while
Derek took a look at the plug in her ass.

“Gorgeous,”
he said, his voice husky.

Jillian
felt him push on the big, blue jewel and grab the flat base and tug on the plug
just enough to pull it out part way before pushing it back in. He fucked her
with it a few more times and then let it rest again in her ass.

“I
can still spank her before we fuck, right?” Derek asked.

“Yeah,
definitely.”

Jillian
gulped but tried to be brave when Derek sat on the bench and told her to drape
herself over his lap. Once she nestled against his thighs he immediately
started exploring her pussy. His large, blunt fingers swept through her folds
and felt inside her wet pussy. Her clit drew him like a magnet, and he showed
it no mercy, mashing it against her pubic bone in a little circle.

“I’m
gonna come,” she yelled out, hoping he would stop before she broke the rule and
orgasmed. Thankfully, he did.

“Responsive
little thing, isn’t she?” he said to Brad while rubbing one of his hands over
her ass.

She
blushed at Brad’s answering chuckle. “To say the least.”

“Okay,
honey. This is gonna hurt you way more than it hurts me, but I’ll start out
slow to warm you up. Ready?”

Jillian
swallowed hard, but forced an answer. “Yes, sir.”

Derek’s
warm up slap to her ass was maybe twice as hard as Brad’s usually were. She
gave a loud yelp and reared up. The damned ropes prevented her from trying to
block him, though she was sure he wouldn’t have allowed it anyway.

“Mm.
Pinks up nicely,” he said, rubbing the spot he had spanked. “Okay, warm up is
done.”

Jillian’s
answering yelp was lost in a barrage of slaps falling on her ass. Easily holding
her down with his free hand, he spanked her over and over rapid fire, giving
her no time to recover. In no time at all it felt like her butt was on fire. She
couldn’t remember anything hurting as much.

“Stop!
Stop!” she screamed out. “It hurts too much!”

Of
course, he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t unless she said her safe word. His hand
continued to fall. But just when she thought she couldn’t handle it anymore,
she got the strangest rush of calmness over her entire body. It was like his
hand was covered in a few layers of cotton. It still hurt, but it was muffled.
Yet she could tell he hadn’t changed the level of force he was using at all.
Her screaming stopped, her struggling stopped and she hung limp on his lap as his
hand smacked against her.

A
moment later he was finished. From far away she heard Brad let out a low
whistle.

“You
got her into sub space,” Brad said, his voice surprised and appreciative. “I
haven’t been able to let myself go enough with her.”

Derek
rubbed her burning backside and then casually played with the butt plug while
he talked to Brad. Jillian felt like she could have laid there forever,
perfectly content to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She felt like a limp
dishrag—post climax euphoric without the climax.

“She’s
perfect. You are one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”

“I
am,” Brad agreed, love for Jillian playing across his voice. “I am a very lucky
man.”

They
continued to chat while she slowly came to. Brad shared more details of her
training and Derek offered some suggestions from a bottom’s point of view on
other things they could try. Most of it went over her head, though she did hear
chastity belt loud and clear and hoped Brad would take a pass on that one.

“Baby
girl?” Brad said. “How you doing?”

Derek
swept her hair back from her face so she could see Brad better when she turned
her head.

“I
have no words,” she managed to croak out, “but I think really, ‘fucking awesome
even though my ass is on absolute fire,’ about covers it.”

Brad
chuckled, reaching forward to nuzzle her cheek with his hand. “Those words will
do fine.”

“Why
don’t you take her for a sec while I adjust the bench?” Derek said to Brad,
easily lifting Jillian off his lap to hand over.

Brad
took her and undid the rope binding her wrists. She rolled her hands and
stretched her sore muscles before Brad grabbed her in his vice like grip. He
held her in his arms, rubbing her punished ass while she wrapped her arms
around his chest so she could stay upright. She could see the marks left behind
from the rope crisscrossing up her wrists and arms.

A
moment later, Brad told her Derek was ready. When he turned her around, her
mouth dropped open in shock. Derek’s tattoos didn’t end at his chest. They
covered a good part of his legs too. But those weren’t what had her gaping like
a fish out of water. His cock was pierced with what looked like a huge barbell
through the head. She had no idea how much something like that hurt.

Brad
could tell she was stunned. “Don’t worry, all the girls say the piercing feels
awesome when he fucks them.”