Stepbrother, Mine #3 (7 page)

She giggled and nodded. “I don’t know what to call it. My ass virginity? Anal virginity?”

Mason chuckled again.

“But … Please, Mason. I want to feel you there. To have you inside me when James fucks me.”

He drew her tight and kissed her temple. “Fuck, baby, you’re full of surprises.”

She felt him nod and he moved away as James wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drew her toward him.

“Stand up, Dana,” James instructed. “Then lean toward me. I’ll keep you steady.”

She stood up, the bench between her legs, and leaned toward James. He held her steady so she didn’t lose her balance in the darkness of the blindfold.

She felt Mason move close behind her, then his fingers, slippery with warm gel, stroked over her ass, between her cheeks. Then he pressed against her opening. One slick finger slid into her. She rested her head on James’ shoulder as Mason moved his finger inside her. Stroking her tight, virgin passage. Soon, he slid a second finger inside, stretching her.

“It’ll be tight at first, but he’s stretching you. Making you ready,” James reassured.

When Mason’s third finger slid inside, it felt uncomfortably tight, but she kept still, letting him stroke inside her.

After a few moments, his fingers left her body. She felt relieved, but still needy.

When she felt his big cockhead, as slick as his fingers had been, press between her cheeks and glide over her opening, she tensed.

“I’m going to push inside you now. Just relax.”

James rubbed her shoulders, calming her a little.

Mason began to push forward. She tensed again.

“Dana, do you want me to stop?” Mason asked patiently.

“No, Sir.” She forced herself to relax, even as his impossibly big cockhead rested tightly against her.

He began to press forward again and she willed herself not to tense. His hot flesh stretched her, opening her up. Then he slowly pushed into her.

“Does it hurt?” Mason asked.

She nodded. “But please don’t stop.”

He pushed deeper, his cockhead stretching her wider. The pain increased, but she wanted this so much she didn’t care.

“Oh, Mason.”

He was relentless, slowly pushing his thick flesh into her. Then his big cockhead was all the way in and he stopped, giving her a rest. The pain eased and she realized it was her tension making it worse. She relaxed, leaning her head on James’ shoulder, feeling his breath against her neck. A ripple of pleasure quivered through her.

She wanted Mason deeper.

“More, Sir.”

Mason pressed forward, sliding his thick cock deeper inside her.

“Oh, you’re so big.” When he slowed, she cried, “Please keep going.”

The big shaft moved deeper. She couldn’t believe how much she stretched around him, and now that she focused on staying relaxed … it felt good.

Then she felt his body tight against hers. He was all the way in.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her torso up until she was standing in front of him. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her neck, his lips playing against her skin in a light dance of passion.

“You’re so beautiful … and I can’t describe how fucking hot it is being inside your ass.”

He guided her downward until he was sitting on the bench, leaning back enough so her ass perched on his groin, his cock embedded deep inside her.

She reached forward, her hands seeking James. He took her hands and guided them to his cock.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked as she wrapped both hands around his rock-hard member.

“Yes.” God, his sexy voice sent scorching need fluttering through her.

She squeezed him, then stroked. Mason’s big cock twitched inside her.

“Please, James. Fuck me now.”

James moved closer, then she felt his cockhead brush against her tender, aching flesh.

“You want me inside you?”

“Yes. Oh, please, yes.”

Then he drove forward, impaling her with one deep stroke.

She gasped, totally aware of the two big cocks filling her. The two hard, hot bodies sandwiching her tight between them.

“Oh, God.” Tears filled her eyes. “This feels so … incredible.”

“Fuck her, James,” Mason ordered, his voice tight with need.

James obeyed his master immediately, drawing back, then thrusting deep into Dana. She gasped at the intense pleasure, James’ strokes augmented by the feel of Mason deep inside her ass.

James drew back and drove deep again.

Mason cupped her breasts, caressing them as James drove into her again. And again.

She arched, causing her to shift on Mason’s cock, making her gasp again.

“Fuck her hard and fast,” Mason instructed, his words ragged.

James picked up speed, driving deep and hard like a jackhammer.

Every time he drove into her, she was aware of Mason’s thick cock deep inside her, too. But Mason kept still while James pumped into her.

The incredible pleasure that had been slowly building, blasted through her like a geyser and she moaned.

“Is he making you come, Dana?”

She nodded at Mason’s words.

He gripped her chin, tipping it back until she rested on his shoulder, James’ insatiable cock driving into her over and over again.

“Tell me. Use his name.”

“James is making me come, he … Ohhh,” she moaned as James thrust incredibly deep.

Her body quivered, and she felt it.

“Yes, I’m coming.” She threw her head back against Mason’s shoulder. “James, you’re … ahhh … making me come.”

Then she shattered. The orgasm claiming her with such force that she trembled against Mason’s body, tears streaming from her eyes.

James groaned and his cock pulsed inside her, then she felt the heat of his semen flooding her.

She sucked in air, and her ragged breaths sounded almost like sobs.

She was crushed tight between the two men, Mason’s cock still incredibly hard inside her, and James’ still a presence inside her, too.

Suddenly, Mason pressed her forward, her body covering James’. James wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Mason wrapped his hands around her hips and she felt his cock stroke the length of her passage as he drew back, then he slowly pushed forward again, filling her with his marble-hard member. He drew back, stroking her, then moved forward again.

“Oh, God, Mason,” she whimpered. It felt so … so ..

He glided deep into her. His pace picked up and his cock stroked her faster. Filling her ass. Again. And again.

She arched her ass upward, wanting him to keep giving her this incredible pleasure.

The simmering embers of her recent orgasm flared to life and joy wafted through her. Building. She moaned as he drove deep, then drew back again.

“I—”

He drove deeper this time and she gasped, pleasure rippling across every nerve-ending.

“Mason, you’re making me … oh, God, yes,” she cried at another deep thrust. She trembled at the exquisite sensation. “Making me…” Then she moaned, unable to utter another word. Joy pulsed through her and she shuddered, his big cock continuing to fill her, then she wailed at the cataclysmic bliss that jolted through her, expanding to fill her whole being.

She sobbed as he kept thrusting, riding the wave of ecstasy with wild abandon.

Then he drove deep, and held her tight to him. His cock pulsed inside her and she moaned at his guttural groan, and then heat filled her ass.

She trembled in the darkness, blind with the cloth still covering her eyes. The only sound around her the deep ragged breath. Her. Mason. And James.

Finally, Mason drew his cock from inside her and sat on the bench, then drew her toward him. She rested against his solid body.

James shifted and moved away from her. A moment later, she heard a door open and close again.

She and Mason were alone. She could feel it.

Mason’s fingers played along the back of her head and the blindfold released. He drew it away. She blinked in the soft light of the room. Mason lifted her to her feet and turned her around, then dragged her into his arms and kissed her with passion. Her arms slid around him as she held him as close as she could.

“You liked that,” he murmured against her ear.

“Oh, yes.”

His hand glided down her back to her ass and he squeezed her cheek tightly, then smacked it sharply.

“I should punish you for tempting me into letting another man fuck you.”

She tipped her head up and as her gaze locked with his, she realized she wanted him to.

“Yes, Sir. Punish me.”

He groaned.

He dragged her to a nearby table and pushed her torso down on it until her breasts were crushed against the cold, stainless steel surface. His hand smacked against her ass.

“Oh, yes, Sir. Harder, please.”

He smacked again. Hard this time. Her ass tingled.

“Yes, please, more.”

“Fuck, baby.” His hand slapped against her tingling flesh again, and she moaned.

He kept slapping her and the pleasure-pain was incredible. She wanted this. And so much more.

He slapped a little lower, near her intimate flesh.

“Oh, yes.”

He slapped again and his fingers brushed her folds as he drew his hand back.

He spanked her with short, fast strokes and she arched against him, delighting in the joyous mélange of pleasure and pain. Then to her complete surprise, she moaned as an orgasm jolted through her.

His continuing smacks fueled the fire and she wailed her release.

Finally, his hand came to a halt.

“You might not be able to sit for a week,” he observed, dragging his fingertips lightly over her hot, smarting ass.

“But it was so worth it.” She smiled. “Sir.”

*   *   *

Mason carried Dana down the hall to his bedroom, then set her on her feet. He hadn’t been kidding. Her ass was bright red and must sting like hell.

He pulled back the covers and lay down.

“You probably won’t want to lie on your back.”

She smiled and climbed into the bed, then lay on her stomach, half on top of him, her arm draped around his waist. He curled his arm around her.

“I’m sure you’re right.”

One soft breast was crushed against him and her head rested against his chest. He breathed in the lilac scent of her soft, dark hair. He stroked the long strands back from her face and brushed his lips against her forehead.

“Mmm.” She sighed contentedly.

God, she had been incredible. He might have suggested she be with James, but everything that had happened after that she had embraced wholeheartedly.

He had been trying to push her away, believing she could never accept his sexual lifestyle, but she had completely surprised him.

She had awakened something in him. With his other subs, everything was predictable. He knew what they wanted and he gave it to them. They satisfied him, too, but there was no real excitement for him.

With Dana, he wanted to explore new things. To find out what excited her. What she wanted and needed. And he had a feeling she would arouse him in ways he had never before anticipated.

His heart thumped in his chest and he cursed himself. This was not supposed to be happening. He was supposed to drive her away.

She sighed against him, her breath washing over his heated skin. Her even breathing told him she was asleep.

She was so sweet. His innocent Dana.

But no more. Now he’d discovered she was a vixen in bed. And adventurous beyond his wildest dreams.

Fuck, what the hell was he going to do now?

*   *   *

Dana woke up snuggled close to Mason, his strong arms around her. Sunlight warmed her cheek. Her eyelids opened and she found Mason’s dark blue eyes staring back at her.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice husky.

“Good morning.” She snuggled closer, and his arms tightened around her.

It was heaven waking up in his arms. Being cradled close to his body. She wanted every day to begin and end like this. Happiness welled through her until she felt she would burst.

“I love you, Mason.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew she’d made a mistake. His body stiffened.

It was too much, too soon. They had been making progress. She could feel it. But had those words broken everything?

*   *   *

Mason pushed himself from the bed and walked from the room, not looking back.

Damn it, she’d said she loved him and as much as he loved hearing it, he couldn’t encourage her. Of course, he’d been a fucking idiot last night when he’d encouraged her to be with James rather than play on her nervousness and convince her to stop this once and for all. But he couldn’t help himself. Once she’d agreed to try being with another man, it was all he could think about. Watching while James stroked her. While he gave her pleasure.

While he made her come.

And it had been exhilarating.

But he’d blown the chance to drive her away. And now … she’d said she loved him.

Fuck, his heart said that they could make it work. That Dana had already proven that she could take whatever he gave her, and more.

And that what she wanted excited him. They could find a balance. A shared pleasure that would be deeply arousing for both of them. And satisfying.

But even if that were true, he couldn’t expose her to the hell his father would put them through. Mason wanted to protect her, and to do that, he needed to get her away from himself, and far away from his son-of-a-bitch father.

*   *   *

Dana stared at the closed door. Oh, God, she had screwed things up.

She pushed herself from the bed, ready to chase after him, but when she felt the cold, brass doorknob in her hand, instead of turning it, she stopped and rested her head against the door.

What was she doing? Chasing after him was crazy. He’d left because he wanted to get away from her. He needed his space. If he wanted to talk to her, he knew where she was. Going after him would only make things worse.

She sighed and pushed herself from the door, then went into the bathroom. After she’d showered and dressed, she walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. Mason was nowhere to be seen. She even went to the Dark Room and peered inside, in hopes he might be waiting for her there.