SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance (9 page)

While
he alternated between toying with her pussy and messaging her breasts, he kept
on working the toy against her ass. At any time he could have slipped the slim
toy into her. She might have been alarmed and uncomfortable, but she wouldn’t
have been hurt. He wanted her to want it though. He wanted her to crave the
plug to be buried deep inside her ass more than anything she had wanted before.

 
It wasn’t only about training her muscles to
relax and accept whatever was seeking entrance, it was about training her to
love having something in her ass. When she started masturbating with a plug in
one hole and a dildo in the other, he would know he accomplished his goal.

For
right now, he kept up the teasing assault on her increasingly sensitive
erogenous zones. She was making a constant whimpering noise now, and his
fingers sliding in and out of her pussy were slick with her juices. He could
tell she was aching to come, but he knew exactly how to keep her from going
over the edge.

“Oh,
my little girl is getting so hot and bothered, isn’t she?” Brad grinned. “She
wants to come but her mean master won’t let her.”

She
gave an indignant squeak of agreement, making him laugh.

“What
is my cutie pie going to do?”

When
she started grunting out full, completely inarticulate sentences, he nearly had
to stop everything so he didn’t hurt her while exploding into laughter. He never
had this much enjoyment during a scene before.

“Jilly!
You have to stop making me laugh or we’ll never get anywhere.”

Of
course, that only prompted more incomprehensible grunting. If it hadn’t been so
obvious she was smiling around the chain, he might have thought she was
seriously angry at him. She wasn’t though, and he kept working on her pussy
like it was an instrument.

“Mm,
baby. I love this cunt of yours. It’s soft, wet, and oh so hungry. I think I’m
going to feed it.”

With
that he moved behind her and with his rock hard cock standing at attention. He quickly
positioned himself right against her aching pussy. She was going to really hate
him now.

While
still massaging her asshole with the plug, he grabbed his cock and slipped it
into her wet pussy. He thrust in slowly, taking a nice chunk of her ass in his
hand once fully seated. Then, in a relaxed manner, he pumped in and out. She
tried slamming her hips back and meeting his thrusts, but he wouldn’t let her,
holding her still so she could only accept his slow, methodical thrusting.

Her
head was shaking, and he could tell she was using the chain to titillate
herself even more by the tug on her nipples when she moved her head back and
forth. She started to ever so slightly wiggle her ass at him, making little
begging moans while she did. She was ready.

Gently
increasing the pressure, he pushed the butt plug into her ass. When the first
inch went in, she stiffened up and went silent. He removed it, but kept up the slow
thrusting of his cock. It wasn’t very long before she wiggled her ass at him
again.

She
let out a soft whine as he started messaging her ass with his thumb while
slipping the plug back in. When he had it in as far as before, he moved it back
out, though not all the way. Then, back in again. Her moans were getting high
pitched. She tugged a little harder on the chain, loving the feeling of her
erect nipples burning with pain.

Pushing
harder now, the plug inched further and further into her ass. She went still
and silent again, but managed to keep from tensing her muscles. Brad could tell
she was one hundred percent focused on the plug right now.

“You’re
doing so well. It’s almost all the way in.” He kept massaging the lube around
the entrance, knowing it was going to be burning a little for her. But the plug
was finally seated all the way in, the wide base nestled against her full ass.

She
gave a questioning type of squeak, like she could tell something was different.

“You
did it, baby. It’s all the way in.”

Jillian
gave her best, “woo hoo,” while the chain was still in her mouth. She felt like
she had just gotten a promotion and a huge raise at work. She would be lying is
she said she wasn’t proud of herself. She clenched around the glass plug and
quickly decided she liked the feeling of something lodged in her there.

Finally,
Brad started fucking her faster. His cock felt even bigger now than ever
before. It was so different than getting fucked with an empty ass.

With
his cock thrusting in and out of her and her breasts swinging wildly with the
chains, she felt ready to come in three seconds flat. But, at the last second,
she remembered he ordered her earlier not to come. She didn’t know if that was
still true or if it was okay.

Dropping
the chain, she finally spoke after what had seemed like forever. “Can I come?”

“No.
You may not. I’ll let you know when you can come.”

“I
don’t think I can hold it back anymore,” she said, a definite whine in her
voice.

“Okay,
you keep count. For every time I thrust into you and you don’t come, you get
one spoonful of ice cream.”

“Vanilla?”

“Of
course. Start counting.”

He
took an even tighter hold of her ass and started really pounding her. Each time
his hips slapped against her ass, she shouted out a number.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

She
made it all the way to five.

Shaking
his head and making little tsk-tsk sound, he let himself come inside her,
pulling her tight against his body while he did. When he was spent, he slipped
out of her and went into the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel. Going back into
the bedroom, he cleaned her up. She let her upper torso collapse onto the bed
and was resting her head on her forearms. Normally he would reprimand her for
getting out of position without being asked, but she looked so perfect, he
decided to let it slide for the moment.

 
“I think I’ll leave this in here a little
longer,” he said, tapping on the base of the plug.

“Okay,”
she replied quietly.

“Go
ahead and flip onto your back now.”

She
followed his orders without question. Once she was on her back, she let her
eyes close and her arms rest by her sides. Brad pulled her legs wide apart and
told her to stay like she was until he came back.

While
she waited for him, she thought about how lucky she was to have him in her
life. Who the fuck knows what trouble she could have ended up getting into if
he hadn’t been there and realized what she was looking for. It was some kind of
miracle how he ended up being able to accompany her down this path of kinky
desires.

He
barely made a sound coming back into the room and Jillian didn’t even realize
he was there until she felt the mattress dip from him climbing on. Her eyes
opened and she smiled when she saw him there holding a small carton of ice
cream. The label was aimed so she could read it easily.

“Mm.
Vanilla,” she hummed happily.

“And
poor you. You only get five bites.”

She
narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if begging would get her any more.

“Is
there a problem?” he asked, taking the top off the carton and scooping up a big
spoonful before sticking it in his mouth. He had gotten her favorite brand and
she wanted nothing more than to sit up and snatch it from him.

“I
really want some ice cream,” she whined.

He
crept closer to her on the bed and swung a leg over her torso and straddled
her, sitting lightly on her pelvis. He put his boxer briefs back on, but was
otherwise still naked. Jillian sighed happily as she admired his taught muscles
and handsome face. His eyes were twinkling and he could have easily passed for
an underwear model.

Taking
a nice big spoonful, he slowly brought the spoon to her lips. Her eyes on his,
she snaked her tongue out and swirled it around the mound of ice cream on the
spoon treating the metal utensil like it was a nice, hard cock. Some of the
treat melted and dripped onto her breasts.

“Don’t
worry,” Brad said, “I’ll clean that up.”

He
continued to hold the spoonful just out of reach so she could only lick at it.
Jillian could see his cock harden inside his underwear while he watched her
tongue the spoon. It made her feel powerful to have such an impact on his body.
Her tongue darted out in a more seductive manner, hoping she might get extra
ice cream out of it.

When
the spoon was finally licked as clean as it was when it came out of the drawer,
Brad set the ice cream on the bedside table and leaned forward and licked the
vanilla drops off Jillian’s hot skin. He paid extreme attention to detail
making sure there wasn’t a speck of dessert left on her creamy skin.

When
he was done, she was panting heavily and had forgotten about the ice cream.

“You
know,” Jillian said, accusation dancing in her voice, “I’ve been over eighteen
for seven years now. Why have you made me wait so long for you?”

Brad
grimaced. “The only thing that would have been more difficult than telling your
father we’re together, would have been telling him we’re together right after
you turned eighteen.”

“Wimp.”

With
raised eyebrows, he put his fingers on one of her nipple clamps. “Wimp, am I?”

“Uhm…”
she let her voice trail off, warily eyeing his hand. She didn’t know what was
about to happen but had a feeling it was going to be big given the evil look on
his face.

He
plucked the clamp off her nipple. Her eyes went wide as the blood went rushing
back to its rightful place.

“Ow,
ow, ow, ow, ow!” she squealed.

She
tried grabbing her breast to massage away the pain but Brad quickly leaned
forward and pinned her arms to the bed. She writhed underneath him while he
watched with a grin.

When
she was finally still again, panting hard, he held up two fingers. “One down,”
he said, folding down a finger, “one to go.”

“No!
I’ll just keep it on. It doesn’t have to come off. It’s fine right where it
is,” she begged, shaking her head no.

“Sorry,
honey girl, you can get hurt if it stays on too long. It has to come off.”

With
that, he quickly removed the clamp and watched her come undone again. This time
he didn’t keep her pinned and enjoyed the show when she grabbed her breast and
tried rubbing the ache away.

“I
don’t like the clamps,” Jillian muttered, pouting like a two year old.

“Oh
yeah?” he replied, reaching behind him and slipping the tips of his fingers
into her pussy. She was soaked. He showed her his hand, watching her go wide
eyed.

“Hmm.
Are you sure you don’t like those clamps?”

She
let out a puff of air and rolled her eyes. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

Laughing,
he brought his fingers to her mouth for her to clean. She was as diligent with
her own juices as she was the ice cream.

“Good
girl,” he said, giving her a wink.

“What
are you going to do to me now?”

He
reached over and grabbed the ice cream. Taking a spoonful, he dabbed a dollop
onto each of her nipples. Then he gave her a bite. Her back arched a little as
she pressed her breast against his nibbling teeth.

“Only
three left,” he said before dipping his head down and slowly licking the ice
cream from her chest. Soon, he had her writhing on the mattress as he flicked
his tongue against her nipples over and over again. When he was finished, he
did it again, giving himself two spoons full, one on each breast, and then one
for her.

“Fuck,
I think I’m gonna come,” she moaned when he was tracing his tongue around her
nipple.