Stepbrother, Mine #3 (6 page)

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Dana walked toward the Dark Room wearing her collar and a harness of leather straps that crisscrossed her body, but covered nothing. Around her wrists and ankles she wore leather cuffs with silver rings attached, and she had on glossy, black patent stiletto pumps.

She opened the door and peered inside. Mason wasn’t here yet.

Nor was anyone else.

Her stomach quaked at the thought. Surely Mason didn’t really intend to bring another man here.

She walked into the room, a little uncertain as to what to do, so she knelt on the floor to wait.

Moments later, the door opened. Mason smiled at her approvingly as he stepped inside.

“Very good.” He walked across the room to a padded bench. “Now come over here.”

She stood up, being careful on the high, narrow heels. She wasn’t used to heels this high, or this narrow, so she walked toward him with as much grace as she could manage.

The bench, which was about eighteen inches wide, was upholstered with burgundy leather.

“Sit in the middle of the bench,” he instructed.

She sat down.

“No, I mean straddle it.”

“Oh.” She lifted her leg over it and sat with the bench between her legs, the leather smooth and cool against her intimate flesh. He lowered two thick chains from the ceiling until they dangled in front of her. On the ends were black handles, like on a bicycle handlebar.

“Grab the grips,” he said.

She wrapped her hands around them. They had some give and were comfortable to hold. Mason flicked a clip through the ring on one of her wrists and attached it to the chain, then did the same with the other wrist. He walked behind her and she felt the chains pulling upward, drawing her hands above her head. They stopped before her arms were pulled totally straight.

“Now I’m going to blindfold you.”

A black cloth glided across her face and Mason tied it behind her head, leaving her in darkness.

“Is that comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now I’ll bring in James.”

“Mason, I—” The words had just tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them. She bit her lip.

“Yes, Dana?” His voice came from a couple of yards away. “Do you want to stop this?”

And admit defeat. He didn’t say it, but it’s what he meant.

“I … No, I’m just … a little nervous.”

“That’s not surprising, but I’m glad you don’t want to stop. I wanted you to at first, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realized I was looking forward to it.”

Confusion raced through her. But this must mean … He was going to pretend. The blindfold. His excitement. It had to be that he was going to pretend.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I … guess so.”

She heard the door open. She couldn’t hear footsteps on the carpeted floor, but she sensed him walking closer. Nervousness fluttered through her.

She felt him sit down on the upholstered bench in front of her. She could feel his gaze on her, heating her skin. Her nipples puckered as goose bumps danced across her flesh.

At the light brush of fingertips across her knee, she sucked in a breath.

The width of the bench between her legs kept her thighs open so her intimate flesh was exposed to him. His fingers moved slowly up her thigh, gliding over her sensitive flesh.

Her stomach tightened and she became intensely aware of the thumping of her heart. The coarseness of her breathing. And when his fingers approached her intimate folds, the small, strangled murmur that escaped her lips.

Then his fingers brushed over her there and … Oh, God, she trembled at his touch. As his fingers stroked lightly over her folds, his touch seemed different.

But of course he wanted to make this seem real.

She was drenched with wanting him, and he could feel it. If this had truly been a stranger, she would have been embarrassed by how quickly she was turned on.

He stroked over her slick flesh and she murmured softly, opening her legs a little more.

“Do you like that, Dana?”

She gasped at the sound of Mason’s voice from across the room, and clamped her legs tightly against the bench.

“Mason?”

He chuckled. “You thought it was really me touching you?”

“Yes, I—” She sucked in air as the strange fingers stroked over her again. “Who is—?”

“I told you. His name is James. He’s one of my subs.”

“Your subs? But…” She shook her head in confusion. “You like men?”

He laughed. “No, that’s not my taste. But watching James touching one of my female subs … under my control, of course … Watching him fuck her … I find that exciting.”

James’ fingers moved over her again. His touch was so foreign yet … felt so good.

Then his fingers slid away. She held her breath, waiting for what would happen next. Then the brush of raspy skin on her inner thigh startled her and she gasped.

“It’s alright, Dana. James is going to touch you with his mouth now.”

She felt goose bumps spread across her skin. The thought of a strange man … his mouth touching her there.

His warm tongue brushed across her folds and she jerked back in the little space she had.

“Mason, I…” Her voice quivered. “I don’t know if I can…”

She could feel James’ breath on her sensitive flesh, but he didn’t move closer.

“Are you sure, Dana?” Mason’s voice drew closer.

Then she felt him sit on the bench behind her, close to her.

“We’ll stop if you want, but…” His hand rested on her naked shoulder and his lips brushed the back of her neck. “I think you’ll enjoy it if you give it a chance.”

She knew she could say no, and she should. But then she would lose her last chance to have a life with Mason.

She hesitated. Mason stroked her shoulders, his light touch sending delightful shivers through her. Then he cupped her breasts, the warmth of his big hands around her taking her breath away.

She drew in several deep breaths and thought about the other man leaning forward and licking her. Pleasuring her in such an intimate place. A place that only Mason had been until now.

The thought that it would please Mason made her want to do it.

No, it wasn’t just that.
She
wanted to feel it. This stranger giving her pleasure when she couldn’t even see his face. With Mason close behind her. Watching. Oh, God, it was so kinky and … her reaction to it so surprising.

Mason stroked her hair to one side and his lips brushed her skin again, sending the fine hairs along her neck to full attention.

“So…?” he queried.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Please, let’s continue.”

He chuckled, then nuzzled her neck.

She felt his head nod and then James’ warm tongue brushed against her intimate flesh.

“Do you like that, Dana?” Mason murmured in her ear.

”Yes,” she whimpered.

The stranger’s fingers glided over her slick flesh, then two of them slid inside her. Now that she was committed, she just let the pleasure singe her. She arched against his questing mouth as he glided his tongue along her folds, and dropped her head back on Mason’s shoulder.

James found her clit and shimmied his tongue over it. Pleasure wafted through her.

Mason stroked her breasts, then slid his fingertips over her nipples, lightly teasing at first. Then he pinched them, sending pleasure spiking through her.

His lips caressed her neck and James’ tongue teased her sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers moved inside her, thrusting now as his mouth drove her to higher levels of joyful sensations.

“Let it go, Dana,” Mason murmured against her ear, then he squeezed her nipples again. “Come for us.”

For us.

“Oh, God.” She arched against James’ determined mouth and he suckled as his fingers thrust inside her over and over again. Pure joy blasted through her, carrying her to the edge of forever.

Her fingers tightened around the grips as she moaned, her head pushing back against Mason as his lips brushed her cheek.

Finally, the orgasm waned and she slumped, gasping for air.

Mason kissed her cheek.

“You see. You did enjoy that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now it’s your turn to thank James.”

She felt hard, rigid flesh brush against her cheek.

“Open your mouth,” Mason commanded softly.

She opened it and the hot, hard flesh brushed her lips then pushed inside her mouth. She closed around it. James’ cock slid deeper into her. Slowly, but relentlessly, until his whole, impressive length was inside her.

Then he glided back, her lips caressing his long, thick shaft. With only the tip of him in her mouth, she swirled her tongue over him, then around the ridge of his cockhead.

“Fuck, I love watching James’ big dick in your mouth.” Mason’s words wisped against her ear. “Suck on him, baby.”

James slid forward again, but stopped part way and she began to suck.

Mason kissed her cheek. His breath brushed against her mouth and James’ big cock. The thought of Mason’s mouth so close to another man’s erection sent wild tremors through her. God, she was getting even wetter.

She continued to suck James, her hands tightening around the grips, wishing it was James’ cock being squeezed within her fingers.

She heard a groan. From James. She drove deep on his cock, then bobbed forward and back, his hard flesh gliding between her lips. She sucked him again and she could feel his body tense in front of her.

“Fuck!” It was the first time she’d heard James’ voice. Deep and silky, though coarsened by his need.

Then he erupted inside her mouth.

She continued to lick his shaft and he murmured in appreciation, then he drew back, his big cock slipping from her. Mason’s face was still beside hers and she leaned back against him.

“You liked that,” he murmured against her ear, his breath sending tingles along her neck.

“Yes, Sir,” she sighed.

His hand cupped her breasts and he squeezed gently, then his fingers found her hard nipples.

Her inner passage ached with need as she arched her hips forward against nothingness. She couldn’t see James but she could sense him in front of her. Looking at her naked body.

“Mason … Sir … Please…” She arched again. “I want to feel his big cock inside me. I want him to fuck me … while you watch.”

Mason’s hands cupped her breasts, drawing her tight to his chest. “Dana, I don’t think—”

“Please!” She arched against his hands. “I
need
him inside me.” The desperation in her voice surprised even her. “Please, Sir. You want to watch him fuck me. And I want you to see it. I want you to see him make me come.”

“Because you want him?”

She shook her head. “Because I want to please you. I want you to see him slide in and out of me. To bring me to pleasure. Knowing we’re both doing it to please you.”

To her surprise, Mason chuckled. Then his lips brushed against her temple. “Fuck, baby, you are good. But after your talented mouth got him off, James isn’t really in any shape to fuck you.”

Disappointment washed through her that Mason would not allow this. The longing to feel this other man’s cock inside her body was indescribably potent.

She felt Mason’s fingers trail along the side of her wrist, then the restraint loosened. He freed her other wrist, too, then wrapped his hands around hers, enveloping them. He drew them to the bench then …

“Oh.” She felt hot flesh against her palm and Mason wrapped her fingers around it.

James’ semi-erect cock.

“You’ll have to help him.”

Oh, God, Mason’s hands were wrapped around hers as her fingers were wrapped around James’s swelling cock. Mason guided her hand up and down to stroke James. But he didn’t release her. So they stroked James together. Both her and Mason squeezing James’s now-pulsing erection.

“It’s so big,” she murmured.

“Yes, it is,” Mason agreed. “And soon it’s going to be inside you.”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Would you like James to talk to you, Dana?”

She squeezed the big cock in her hand and realized she did.

“Yes, Sir, I would.”

“Go ahead, James.”

“Hello, Dana.”

Oh, God, hearing his voice … deep, silky … sexy—talking to her—changed everything. Suddenly, he was no longer just a presence in the room. A mouth. A pair of hands.

A cock.

“Hello, James,” she said tremulously.

Mason drew her hands from James’ cock and lifted them to James’ chest. Her hands glided along the muscular planes of this stranger, still guided by Mason.

“I like you touching me,” the seductive voice—James—said.

He was a man. Strong. Muscular. And he was going to fuck her.

Mason swirled her hands over James’ chest, then down his tight, sculpted abs. The hot, hard tip of his cock brushed against the back of her hand, then Mason pressed her hands to it again. She wrapped her fingers around the erection and Mason released her.

“It feels good with your hand around my cock, Dana.”

A quiver fluttered through her.

He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, then his hand cupped her breast.

“I can hardly wait to be inside you. To drive my hard cock into you and make you come again.”

“Oh, yes,” she murmured, yearning for the same thing.

James slid closer to her, then he drew her hand from his shaft and pressed the big cockhead against her slick opening.

God, she wanted this so much but … it felt wrong. To let James push his big cock into her. She was Mason’s, and his alone. Another man shouldn’t be inside her body …

Unless …

As James started to press forward, she pressed her hand to his chest. “Wait.”

“What is it, Dana?” Mason asked, his body still pressed tight to her back.

“I can’t just let him fuck me.”

“You want to stop?” Mason asked.

She shook her head. “I…” She arched back against Mason, feeling his cock hard and thick against her. “I want you inside me, too.”

He let out a sharp breath. “Do you know what you’re asking?”

“Yes, I want you to … um … take me from behind. To take my … uh … back opening virginity.”

He laughed. “Your back opening virginity?”