Stepbrother, Mine #3 (3 page)

“I won’t be sleeping in your room?” she asked.

“No.” He led her inside and placed her suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed. “You will cook breakfast for me in the morning. Have it ready by seven thirty.”

He walked to the dresser and picked up the black box he’d arranged to have delivered. He opened it and took out a black leather collar.

“Lift your hair,” he instructed.

She did so and he wrapped the collar around her neck and fastened it snugly. When she released her hair, he glided his hand over the silky mass, smoothing it. The sight of the collar around her neck—his collar—touched him in a way he never thought possible. He simply stared for a moment until he reclaimed his bearings.

“Once breakfast is done, go to my bedroom and wait for me outside the door.” He hooked his finger through the shiny D-ring. “Naked except for this collar. And on your knees.”

Her eyes widened.

“Is there a problem?” he asked.

“No, Sir.”

“Good.” Then he walked across the room and left without looking back.

*   *   *

Dana walked her fingers over the thick leather of the collar as she stared after Mason. She hadn’t expected to be banned to a separate room when they got here. She’d wanted to sleep in is arms, cuddled close to his solid body. To wake up with him. To make love in the morning in the sunlight.

But he called the shots and she’d agreed to that.

She glanced around the room. It wasn’t a big suite like in the mansion, but it was large.

She walked into the en suite bathroom to take a shower, but stopped as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Totally naked with a black collar around her neck.

She ran her fingers over the collar again. She still remembered the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin as he’d put it on. The feel of him fastening it around her neck, then the intense look in his eyes as he’d gazed at it.

As soon as he’d put it on her, she’d felt totally possessed by him.

She turned on the water in the shower, reluctantly took off the collar, and placed it on the vanity counter, then stepped under the stream of water.

When she finally climbed into the strange bed, she set an alarm, and pulled the covers up around her neck. She closed her eyes, wishing Mason were next to her, but quickly dropped off to sleep.

It seemed only moments later when the alarm jarred her awake. Six o’clock.

She got up and grabbed a robe from her suitcase, then went into the bathroom to get ready. Not that there was much to do since she would be greeting Mason naked. Her stomach tensed at the thought. It all seemed so strange.

How had things turned around so drastically? She had always fantasized about being with Mason, but never like this. Wearing a collar around her neck and him commanding her and … punishing her. She never would have dreamed it would be this way between them.

His stern manner had thrown her off-balance, and the whole situation left her uncertain.

But at the same time, it filled her with a wild sense of excitement.

Fifteen minutes later, she had bacon cooking in a pan and was mixing the dough for biscuits. When they were in the oven, she cut up some fresh fruit and made a nice fruit salad. By seven o’clock, she was washing up the dishes she’d used for preparation, then she set the table. Finally, she put the coffee on.

She glanced at the clock as she washed her hands, then hurried to her bedroom. She fastened the collar around her neck and shed the robe. Seconds later she approached Mason’s bedroom door, her stomach fluttering. She glanced around, feeling odd walking around his penthouse naked. Completely vulnerable and exposed.

She knelt down on the carpeted floor and waited.

And waited.

If felt like forever, but it was probably only five minutes, before she heard the doorknob turn. She dropped her gaze to the floor as the door opened.

*   *   *

Mason glanced at Dana, kneeling by his door, her gaze cast downward, and his breath caught.

Naked. Beautiful. And submissive.

His hard cock ached, as it had all night long, and excitement curled through him at the thought of dominating her. She would do anything he told her to do.

He pulled the leash from his pocket and attached it to the collar.

“Stand up.” As soon as she stood up, he tugged on the leash, guiding her to the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

When they got to the kitchen, she started to walk to the oven, but he tugged her back, then marched her to the table and pushed aside the dishes and cutlery. He pressed her against the table, flattened his hand between her shoulder blades, and leaned her forward until she was bent over it. She murmured a slight protest, probably at the cold, hard tabletop against her sensitive nipples.

“Open your legs.”

She widened her stance, opening her thighs.

The sight of her intimate flesh exposed to him sent his heart thumping wildly. All night, he’d longed for morning to arrive so he could find her naked and kneeling by his door. Then when he’d stepped out of his room and seen her there, just as he’d anticipated, his cock had grown hard as steel.

He had to have her.

He ran his finger over her slit. Fuck, she was already wet.

He pressed his cockhead to her folds and slid it up and down over her slickness. Then he pressed forward into her yielding flesh. He almost gasped as her warmth surrounded him.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. And you are not to come. Do you understand?”

“I … uh…”

He drew back a little, stroking her canal.

“Do you understand?” he snapped.

“Yes, Sir.”

But he was sure she didn’t really. The idea of holding off her own orgasm probably confused her.

He drew back, then thrust deep into her, her hot, wet flesh surrounding him.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The need in her voice heated his blood. He drew back and thrust deep again. She moaned.

He coiled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, then thrust deep again. His fingers wrapped lightly around her neck. Then he thrust again, pleasure dancing through him.

He continued filling her with long, deep strokes. He could hear her breathing quicken, just as his did, and he could feel her pulse beating frantically against his fingertips.

“Do you like me fucking you on the table?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled, a release of the agitated energy that had been building in him.

He was so fucking close. Of course he was, after lusting for her all night long. He drove into her faster, like a piston, stroking her insides with long, deep strokes.

Her breathing became erratic and he could tell she was getting close.

He tugged on her hair, making her gasp.

“Do…… not … come,” he said sternly, as he pumped into her faster.

Then he felt it. The heat gathering in his groin, coiling tight, then ..

Oh, God. He groaned, loud and long, as he erupted inside her sweet body.

And she moaned her release right along with him.

As soon as he finished, he pulled out, then smacked her bottom so hard it left a red mark. She gasped. Then he smacked again.

He pulled her to a standing position and marched her from the kitchen to the room at the end of the hall, her hair still wound around his hand. The Dark Room, as he called it. Because it served the needs of the darker side of his passion.

He pushed open the door and walked her across the large space to the punishment bench. He guided her to kneel on the padded ledge, then bend over. He extended her arms and cuffed her to the other end of the bench, which was sloped downward so that her ass was pushed up in the air.

Then he stood behind her and slapped her bare ass.

“Oh!” She glanced over her shoulder at him as he raised his hand. “Why are you…”—she gasped as his hand slapped her ass again—“… doing this?”

“I told you I would punish you if you disobeyed.”

“But I didn’t, I—”

He slapped again. Her ass reddened under the blows.

“I told you not to come.”

“But I can’t control that.”

He slapped again.

“You can and you will.” He slapped one final time, then stared at her bright-red ass.

Had he punished her too much, slapping her perfect round ass until it glowed?

But this was nothing compared to what Sylvie would want. Or Jenna. Or Louisa.

He unfastened the cuffs and drew her to her feet, then guided her across the room. But the sight of her blinking back a tear tore at his heart.

He stopped and grasped her chin, then raised it. “Is this too much for you, Dana?”

It wasn’t meant as a challenge, but as a genuine question.

She shook her head.

“We can stop this right now.”

“No,” she blurted out. “You aren’t going to send me away so soon. I can do this.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I made a mistake, Sir.” Fire blazed in her eyes, but she dropped her gaze to the floor. “I’ll do better.”

He nodded. “I know you will.”

He had thought he’d chain her to the wall for a while, to extend the punishment, but now he led her back to the kitchen. She served him breakfast and he had her kneel on the floor beside him as he ate. When he was finished, he ordered her to throw out the rest of the food and clean up the dishes, then join him in the living room.

He didn’t know if she’d eat some of the food or just blindly follow his command and throw it all away, but she needed to find her balance in all of this.

He read his newspaper while she was busy in the kitchen, and continued reading when she entered the room. She seemed uncertain what to do. When he didn’t acknowledge her presence, she finally walked to the chair he sat in and knelt down beside him, just as he’d had her do while he ate breakfast. Without lifting his gaze from the paper, he stroked her hair, like he would a favorite pet.

As time went by, she shifted from her knees and curled her legs by her side, her body resting against his leg. He kept reading the paper, but at no time did he stop being aware of her beside him.

Unable to stop himself, his hand drifted to her shoulder, then downward. He cupped her breast and stroked. Her nipple hardened to a tight bead and he squeezed it between his fingertips. She rested her head on his knee, sighing. She started to run her hand up his thigh, approaching his swollen cock, but he grabbed her wrist and drew it away.

“Do you want to be punished again?” he asked.

“No, Sir.” She lowered her hand.

But it was too late. The feel of her soft hand gliding along his thigh had left his cock aching with need.

He wrapped his hand around her arm and turned her toward him until she was kneeling in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Her gaze fell to his stiff flesh and she licked her lips.

“Suck it. Make me come.”

“Yes, Sir.” She reached for him and he suppressed a groan as her delicate fingers wrapped around him. She stroked him a couple of times, then leaned forward.

At the first contact of her lips against him, he sucked in a breath. Then she swallowed his cockhead and he was immersed in her warmth. Impatient, he wrapped his hand around her head and drew her forward, filling her with his long, hard cock until she gagged. He released her, letting her draw back, but then she took him deep again.

She glided forward and back on him, watching him as she did it. Her delicate fingers cupped his tight balls and she stroked them, driving him wild. It didn’t take long before he was straining to hold himself back, wanting to drive his cock deep into her throat.

She tightened her lips around his cockhead and sucked him. He groaned at the exquisite sensation.

“Fuck, make me come.”

She glided down his shaft, her lips squeezing him as she went. Then she bobbed up and down in earnest, filling her mouth with him. He pivoted his hips, now fucking her mouth. Heat built inside him and he moaned, then electric sensations quivered through him and.

“Fuck, now. I’m going to come, baby.”

He stroked her hair from her face and watched her as the heat blasted through him and he erupted into her warm mouth. He shuddered at the sweet release.

She drew back, then glided off his spent cock, still cradling it in her hand. She stroked him, her eyes turning longingly to his.

“Mason, please. I want you to make love to me.”

At his hard gaze, she added, “Sir.”

“There are two problems with that. One, after coming twice this morning, I’m not really in any shape to do that. Two, I’m the one who calls the shots.”

He stood up and pulled her to her feet, then guided her back to the Dark Room.

“You’re punishing me for making a request?” she asked.

He led her to the large bureau against the side wall. “It’s not a punishment really.” He opened one of the small, upper drawers and pulled out a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. “Think of it more as a reminder to keep you in your place.”

He drew the ring down the slender metal neck, loosening the clamp, then he placed it on her nipple. She watched, wide-eyed, as he slid the ring toward the nipple, closing the arms and pressing the rubber tips tighter around her nub.

“Ow.”

“Does it hurt or are you just complaining?”

At his half-smile, she pursed her lips, hiding her own smile. “Okay, it doesn’t really hurt, but it is uncomfortable.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

She frowned, clearly having expected him to loosen it. But it was barely pressing on her, and it took time to get used to wearing clamps.

He pressed the second clamp to her other nipple and tightened it the same amount. A chain draped from one clamp to the other and he tugged on it a little.

“Oh.”

“As I said, it will help you remember your place.”

He tugged again, and this time she stifled her whimper.

“Now it’s time for a swim.”

“A swim? Where?”

He had to stop himself from laughing. At the look on her face, she must be worried he’d drag her from the apartment totally naked.

“Not too far.” He led her from the Dark Room through the penthouse. Then he opened the door to his large, private terrace with a glassed-in pool.