Stepbrother Commands (His Twisted Game, Book Seven) (4 page)

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I like it.”

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head
back. “Again.”

“I like it.”

“You like what?”

“I like your fingers in my pussy.” My heart was thumping in my chest,
hormones and electricity screaming and crackling through my body.

But Cole released me and returned to his
desk, leaving me in heat.

He took a conference call, putting it on
speakerphone, chatting with some of the guys from his tech department while I
stood there in the corner like an animal.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see
movement in the building across the way, and I thought maybe a fat businessman
was staring at me. But I couldn’t
be sure without looking, and I didn’t dare turn my head away and face Cole’s
wrath.

Another hour later, just as my toes were
about to go numb from standing for so long in high heels, Cole hung up his
phone and crossed the room to me.

He stood a few feet away from me and
licked his bottom lip thoughtfully, like he was trying to decide what, exactly,
he should do with me.

He walked over to me, reached out and
untied my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders. He moved slowly, letting the fabric graze my skin as he undressed
me. His hands found my breasts,
massaging them roughly as his eyes locked onto mine.

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back,
took in a shuddering breath. My
body was a tightly wound spring, ready to break free.

“Avery. Open your eyes.” I opened them. “You will
not defy me again. Do you
understand?”

I nodded.

“You are not to see Jeffrey Adams ever,
ever again. Do you understand me?”

I nodded.

He grabbed my hair again, pulled it
back. “Say it.”

“I won’t see Jeffrey ever again.”

“Good girl.” He released me, then reached up under my skirt and ran his
fingers over my pussy, finding my swollen clit and rubbing it hard. I was wet and slick from standing there
for hours, my naked body exposed to him, doing what my stepbrother demanded of
me.

He turned me around and smacked his hand
against my ass, so hard I knew it was going to leave a handprint. I cried out and he smacked me again,
harder.

“This is what happens when you disobey
me, Avery,” he said, his voice stern. “This is what happens when you disobey your stepbrother.”

He continued his assault on my ass,
moving from cheek to cheek, his palm slapping against me, his hand big and
strong as he spanked me.

Every blow sent heat through my
pussy. The pain was getting me so
turned on that if he’d done just one more smack, I would have come without him
touching me in any other way.

But he stopped just short of my
orgasm.

“Not yet,” he growled, sensing I was
close.

He pushed me up against the windows of
his office so that my breasts were pressed against the glass. My nipples hardened against the cold surface,
and I could clearly see people in the building across the way, working away at
their desks.

I averted my eyes, not wanting to know if
they would notice what was happening to me. Instead I looked down at the city below us, beautiful and
busy. But I was here, with Cole,
the two of us sharing something connecting and powerful.

He pushed my skirt up all the way so that
it bunched around my waist, and then I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his
pants.

A moment later in slid into me in one
full stroke, his cock thick and hard as steel. He wasted no time, and instead began pounding me hard,
holding my hips tight in his hands, letting me know he was in charge of
me. My stepbrother took control of
my body, fucking me hard and deep.

I took all of him as my tits pushed
against the windows, flattening out as he fucked me.

“Turn around,” he groaned.

I did as I was told and he lifted me up
onto the windowsill so that my back was against the glass. He thrust his cock back into me,
grabbing my hips and pounding me so hard I could feel his balls slapping
against my ass. My tits bounced
and he leaned down and took them into his mouth, his eyes locked on mine as his
hips kept thrusting.

I loved that he looked at me while he
moved inside of me, loved that he kept my gaze as we fucked. It made me feel connected and close to
him, and I bit my lip and moaned.

“Shit, baby girl,” Cole said. “Your pussy is so good.”

He pulled back again, rubbing my clit
while he fucked me, making me feel small and powerless and dominated.

“Cole,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“You want to come, baby girl?”

“Yes.” The word came out a whisper, my breath coming in rapid gasps.

“Come for me, baby,” he said.

I came on his dick, my pussy constricting
on his shaft as he rubbed me. He
reached down and held my chin firmly in his hand, forcing me to look him in the
eye as I orgasmed.

When I was done, he kept fucking me for a
few moments, then pulled his cock out of my hole.

“Spread your pussy for me, baby,” he
demanded.

I spread my pussy wide for him, pulling
my lips apart so he could get a good look at my center.

“You are so hot, Avery,” he groaned. He was stroking his dick in his hand
over my core. “I’m going to come
all over you.”

A second later, he exploded, shooting
sticky thick ropes of cum all over my clit and pussy. The shots were forceful, as they always were with him, and
the amount of cum was surprising.

When he was done, he took my hand and guided
it down to my pussy, making me get my fingers wet and sticky with his seed. Then he pushed my hand up to my mouth.

“Suck me off your fingers,” he said, his
voice demanding and gruff.

I sucked my fingers, enjoying the taste
of his cum mixed with my juices, salty and acrid. His shaft was still in his hand and he rubbed the head of
his dick on my pussy, over my clit, rubbing his cum into me.

I shuddered with pleasure as he pulled me
up off the windowsill.

He grinned. “Hey,” he breathed, pushing my hair off my forehead.

“Hi.”

He wrapped his arms around me and I
collapsed against him.

I’d never felt more close to another
person in my life.

**

I cleaned myself up in his bathroom and
changed back into my jeans and sweater. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes wild, and I did my best to make myself
look presentable – smoothing my hair, reapplying my lip gloss, and
adjusting my clothes.

When I got back into Cole’s office, he’d
spread a blue and grey plaid blanket out on the floor. There was a square leather basket with
a handle sitting in the middle of it. Cole was sitting on the blanket, his shoes kicked off, his sleeves
rolled up and his tie loosened, one hand draped casually over his knee.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Food.”

“For us?”

“Yes.”

My heart leapt. He’d planned a picnic for us. I sat down next to him and he looked at me seriously.

“Avery,” he said, his eyes serious. “I
know when you hung out with Jeffrey you didn’t intend this to happen.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I wouldn’t have done anything I
thought could put your business in trouble.”

He nodded and then reached into the
basket and pulled out a plastic container full of purple and red grapes, and
two ham and cheese sandwiches on thick-cut multigrain bread. He fixed me a plate, like he’d done
last night. Something had loosened
between us, as if the knot of tension had dissipated. I wondered if he’d needed to punish me, to control me, to
fuck me, in order for that to have happened.

He took a bite of his sandwich and smiled
at me. “You know what this reminds
me of?”

“What?”

“That time you set the kitchen on fire
making Jell-o.”

“What?” I asked. “I did not set the
kitchen on fire making Jello!”

“Yes, Avery, you did. You were making red Jello and you
dropped a towel onto the burner.”

“Why would I drop a towel onto the
burner?” I said. I took a purple
grape and popped it into my mouth, the sweetness exploding in my mouth. The flavors were more intense than
usual, and I wondered if it was because Cole could afford expensive fruit, or
if it just tasted so good simply because I was with him, and that when I was
with him, everything was better.

“Because we didn’t have any pot holders,”
Cole said.

“I don’t even like Jello.”

“You did that night,” he said. “The fire alarm went off and
everything.”

“Did the fire department come?”

He gave me a look. “Right. Because your mom and my dad were always amenable to having government
officials in the house.”

“Good point.” I took a bite of my sandwich, which was just as good as the
fruit. The ham and cheese had been
slathered with an expensive-tasting honey mustard that was layered with flavor.

“Cole,” I said slowly. “I just… where were you last
night? When you went with Lucy?”

“I told you,” he said, his voice tensing
slightly. “I took her home.”

“I know, but you were gone for an hour.”

“We were talking.”

“About what?”

“She’s having a hard time with the
break-up,” he repeated.

“You said. But how so?”

“She didn’t want it to be over.” He shrugged. “So she’s sad.”

“And doesn’t she have any friends or
anyone else she can talk to?”

“No.”

“No, she doesn’t have any friends? I find that kind of hard to
believe.” Lucy was a beautiful
model. How was sit possible she
didn’t have friends? “Wasn’t she
just out with her friends last night?” If she didn’t have any friends, who had she been out at the club with?”

“Those aren’t her friends,” Cole
said. “Her family – ” He
shook his head, like he didn’t want to get into it. He reached out and ran the
back of his finger over my cheek. “Avery, I don’t want you to worry about Lucy. I’m with you. Not her.”

“I know,” I said, even though I
didn’t. How could I trust anything
Cole said when he was so secretive? When I was with him, when he was being like
this, I felt so close to him, felt like he cared about me so much. I felt like was falling in love with
him.

But how could I fall in love with someone
who wouldn’t let me in? It was
impossible.

I felt like I was fighting a two-pronged
battle for Cole’s heart – on one side were all his emotional issues, his
demons, his trust issues, his battle against the need to control me. And on the other side were all the
girls who wanted him – Kalia, Lucy, and who knew how many others.

It was frustrating.

On the other hand, I had my own past, my
own secrets that I hadn’t shared with him. I’d done things behind Cole’s back, too.

“Avery,” he said tenderly, his hand still on my cheek. I reached out and took his hand in
mine, and we gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

But then a hard knock came on his office
door, breaking the spell.

Cole pulled his hand from mine like it
was on fire.

He stood up quickly, picked up the plates
from the floor and set them on his desk. Then he grabbed the blanket and stowed it in the wardrobe in the corner.

I stood up and smoothed my jeans and
hair.

It wouldn’t do for whoever was at the
door to see Cole and I having a romantic picnic.

“Cole!” a male voice boomed from the
hallway.

“I told you,” I heard Kalia saying. “You can’t just show up here without a
schedule meeting. Mr. Buchanan is
-- ”

But the rest of her protest was drowned
out by more banging on the door.

As soon as Cole opened it, a man came
bustling in.

He was about thirty, with broad shoulders
and a chiseled jaw. His suit was
expensive, and he wore a heavy silver watch on his wrist.

Behind him came Kalia, a scowl pasted
across her delicate features. “I
told him not to bother you, Mr. Buchanan,” she said. “But as usual, he wouldn’t listen.”

The man ignored him, which made me
instantly like him. Any man who
wasn’t swayed by Kalia’s blond hair and hot body was okay in my book.

“Easton,” Cole said. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“What the fuck is going on?” the man,
Easton, fumed. “Why didn’t you
call me?”

“Because you’re a corporate lawyer,
Easton, not a criminal attorney.”

I caught Kalia’s eye, and she shook her
head and looked away, dismissing me as useless.

“I know, but you need to tell me about
these things.” Easton ran his hand
through his hair. “We can fix
this, Cole, but it’s going to be tough. We need to make sure nothing else happens.”