Stepbrother: No Boundaries (6 page)

No one comes to ask me what happened, because they’re afraid of me.

They fucking should be
.

Chapter 13

Miranda

I’m rubbing myself in bed. It’s two or three, I don’t know. My finger slips past my shaved crotch and lands on my glistening clit. I’m thinking of Scott, of course… And I wish he was home.

Scott, the guy who ended up being super sweet in California. The stepbrother that’s always been a sexy asshole to me. Have I managed to change him? Was I right?

I close my eyes and feel myself getting wet as I fantasize about his big cock ramming into me like it had the night before, and then I wish more than ever that he was home with me fucking me hard and dominantly like he always did. Then I hear the bedroom door swing open and I open my eyes with a sense of terror thinking that someone’s broken in.

It’s Scott, and he’s standing there as if on cue. He drops his briefcase to the floor and takes off his coat before tossing it on the ground. He looks amused more than anything. He unbuttons his shirt silently and then pulls his slacks down along with his boxers. His cock is already hard and looks like it’s ready to plunge into me.

I bat my eyelids at him and lick my lips as he crawls onto the bed and mounts me. His cock presses against my wet pussy and throbs as it slides up and down my cunt. He’s not penetrating me – not yet. He likes to tease me first; to drive me fucking crazy.

“Fuck me.” I say.

“No,” He says, “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I say, “I understand.”

“Yes
what
, my dear?”

“Yes, master.” I rasp.

He wraps his throbbing cock and stares at me dominantly. Then he rises to his feet and grips me at the ankles before thrusting them back behind my head and scowling at me. He looks disgusted, and that’s exactly how I want him to look.

I want him to treat me like a cock-whore
.
His ever so sweetly submissive cock-whore.

His cock plunges suddenly and aggressively deep into my cunt. I squeal and feel his hand wrap around my mouth to silence me. He likes it when I’m submissive – when I’m his little whore for the hour.

“Take it,” He mutters, “Take the dick silently. I’ll let you scream in a minute, baby.”

He plunges himself in and out of me, pummeling my sweet wet pussy as he moans and licks my neck. His lips tighten over my bare breasts and he sucks my nipples as his tongue swirls around them hungrily. His cock feels hard and thick, like it always does. I feel my eyes rolling back into my head as my tongue flops out of my mouth as he releases his grip from my lips.

“Now,
moan
.” He demands.

I let out a guttural moan that sounds like a war cry as his cock rams itself in and out of me. He pulls out and flips me quickly onto my stomach and then thrusts himself back into me from behind. He likes it this way, and so do I.

His strong fingers wrap around my hair and force it into a ponytail which he pulls back until my gaping mouth is facing the ceiling. I let out another cry of joy as he rails himself into me, his lean waist crashing dramatically against my big jiggling ass cheeks as he fucks the living hell out of me.

“You like that, whore?” He asks.

“Fuck yes.” I rasp.

He pulls out before hammering the backside of his hand into my ass in a thunderous
spank
, and then walks towards the antique wardrobe and opens it. It squeaks as the doors widen apart and then he reaches in and grabs the whip. He peers back at me out of the corner of his eye, the scowl still stretched across his lips before returning his attention back to the wardrobe. As he grabs a set of handcuffs he smiles to himself before turning back to me and slapping them against his palm.

“Put your hands behind your back, toy.” He mutters.

“What?”

I know the game. I’m just resisting because he likes it.

“
Hands behind your back. Do you understand that
?” He slaps the whip against the ground and it crackles against the tile.

I nod my head and wrap both hands around my lower back. I gulp and watch him walk towards me. He stops directly beside me and then lunges down and slides his tongue across my lips before poking it through them and swirling it around my own tongue. I gulp again and feel my eyes rolling back into my head with bliss as my cunt tingles lustfully.

I want him so fucking bad right now
.

The cold steel cuffs smack against my wrists and he tightens them loudly before jerking them aggressively to make sure they’re nice and snug.

This cock whore of his ain’t goin’ anywhere
.

He spanks me again with the palm of his hand and then grips down on the flesh of my ass cheek with his fingers. His tongue laps out and brushes against my cheeks and then he recoils and I feel the hard leather whip strings
smacking
ravenously against my ass.

“Oh!
” I howl.

He tosses the whip to the ground and then produces a ball gag as if out of thin air. He fastens it securely around my head and thrusts the ball deep over my tongue. I gag softly and close my eyes as I feel his cock entering me from behind.
This is what he wants.

This is how he fucking likes it
.

He pounds me as the bed begins to shake. I squeal through the gag with pleasure and take his cock happily as he thrusts it back and forth, in and out of my sweet tight cunt. My nails dig into the bed sheets and then I feel my body trembling and shaking. I’m going to come, and I’m going to come fucking hard.

It hits me out of nowhere, the tremendous orgasm sweeping through my body as I feel the whip clashing down on my ass one last time before Scott himself begins to come. He lets out a deep rasping moan and then clamps his fingers down onto my hips as he thrusts into me, expelling his sweet cum into the condom.
The cum I so desperately desire inside of me.

“Fuck,” He mutters slowly to himself sounding tremendously satisfied, “Fuck, baby.”

I feel him pulling out of me and then he’s walking to the bathroom to clean himself up like always. I lay down on my side and prop my head up with my hand and watch as he washes his hands and cranes his neck to glance over at me.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” He laughs.

Chapter 14

Scott

I like the way she fucked just now. She’s getting better, making progress. Pleasing my desires and taking my demands like a fucking
champ
. Not to mention she’s got such a tight, wet pussy that pulsates around my cock.

Good girl
, I think snidely to myself as I replay the sex in my head.

I’m in the shower going over the business meeting I’ve got tomorrow. This time I’ll actually have to pay attention and give a presentation and I’m fucking dreading it. Colleagues I work with from Chicago are flying in and they’ll drop the business deals with me if I’m not impressive. I haven’t even planned a speech so I’m going to improvise like I always do. Fuck ‘em, I’ve got billions of dollars and none of them are near my net worth.

They’re little bugs that need to be squashed.

Miranda’s hand softly touches my back in the shower and I forget that she’s even in there with me. Shows how good my attention is. I’ve got other shit on my plate, though – shit that has to be dealt with if I want to make any more money, and fast. And I’m not talking a shitty four million; I’m not in that racket. I need the billion dollar deal to go through.

I’m not interested in any deals less than that now.

Her lips press against my cheek and slide to my lips. I love her and I hate to admit that, but I’m not in the mood to kiss right now. We just fucked, for Christ’s sake. I push her away very gently and then she almost slips. I panic as my eyes widen and reach down with spider like reflexes before grabbing her in my arm.

“Jesus Christ.” I rasp.

“I slipped, oh that was scary.” She says.

“You could’ve cracked your fucking head open and it would’ve been my fault. Fuck’s sake I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack.”

With the direction she was toppling her head would’ve smacked right dab in the center of the tub’s faucet. I keep replaying it over in my mind and feeling my heart thumping like a mad man, and then I remind myself that I caught her so it’s okay. She’s fine, she’s
fine
. She didn’t crack her head open and you won’t have to live with the guilt of being the one to cause it, albeit as accidental as it would’ve been.

God, I love this woman
.

“I want to suck you now,” She says, “Can I?”

I’m really not in the mood,
I just fucking came
. But then I see the way she’s looking at me from below and it gets me rock hard. She’s staring at me with those innocent big blue eyes and I’m feeling myself instinctively gripping onto her cunt with my fingers. I nod my head, giving her my approval which she knows she always needs.

I’m the boss and this girl isn’t going to fucking break me. But she is, and she knows it. And so do I.

She crouches down onto her knees as the soft spray of water splashes against her smooth shoulders, and then she peers up at me with those big bashful eyes. Her plump lips stretch apart as she opens her mouth wide and takes my cock deep into her throat. I shudder and feel my knees trembling from the incredible sensitivity of my cock as her mouth laps back and forth on the big thick shaft.

I’m leaned back against the expensive marble walls as the water splashes against me and my wet cock is engulfed by her succulent lips. Slobber rolls down my balls and is immediately washed away by the spraying shower head and I’m groaning at this point from how she’s making me feel –
like a little bitch
.

“Fuck,” I moan, “Just like that. Suck it nice and
good
.” I rasp.

She engulfs me even deeper until the head of my cock is rammed against her throat and I let out a whimpering moan as I reach down to stroke her hair.
No woman has ever been able to do this before – never.
I feel like she’s got me between both fingers, pinching me into her submission – but I’m not gonna let that fucking happen.

I steady myself and feel my face twisting back into my usual dominant scowl, and then I reach down for her head and begin to pull it forward, back and forth. I’m mouth fucking her like the whore she’s being, and judging by the soft moans vibrating onto my crotch
she likes it
. I begin to sway my hips back and forth as I use her mouth just the way I want it, and then I let out a rasping sigh as I come into her throat.

She pulls away and tosses her head back into the air as she gulps my load down and I kneel down and caress her chin while I stare into her eyes, “Good girl.” I say.

“Was I really good?”

I pinch her nose teasingly and nod my head. She
was
good.
Real
fucking good – I’m getting more and more impressed by her with each passing day.

****

I’m dressing myself in preparation for the dinner I’ve arranged for us. Walter Coblanc and his fiancé along with myself rented out an entire restaurant to ensure that we’re the only couples there. He’s a colleague of mine who runs one of my companies. The restaurant is a pricy joint in SoHo and if I hadn’t reserved the entire space for the four of us I damn well know it would’ve been jam packed with the usual crowd – star seekers spending their entire weeks’ paycheck while they try to look rich and… People like me – except, not as wealthy. Miranda hasn’t met them and I’m hoping she’ll be alright. I hate the way she sometimes clams up around people – but I also hate when she’s had a few glasses of wine and proceeds to
gloat
about me. I hate when women talk cute and rub up against me when I’m around colleagues.

I stare blankly at myself in the mirror and think about Miranda as I tighten my tie. She’s become quite horny lately and I wonder why. She’s wanting to get fucked more and I like it, but I need her to know that she’s the woman and I’m the man. I’m the boss and the one who brings home the bread, and she knows it.

But she’s getting to me – she’s getting into my goddamn head and it’s killing me
.
I can’t let her break me down. I have to keep my guard up. She’s softening me and she knows it, it’s all part of her plan
.

Why am I against this so much, someone may wonder.

Because I don’t want to be like my own Father who did everything my Mother asked. Then she left him and he killed himself. I’m not going to be a fucking pansy like that.

I stare at my reflection until I’m satisfied and then I straighten my collar for a second and walk out of the bathroom. Miranda’s ready before me, what a surprise. I’m impressed and it looks like she got the message from the last time before we went to California. She’s not taking up my precious time anymore by primping herself with makeup and hairspray. She’s obeying my wishes.
Good
.

“Ready?” I ask casually, knowing damn well that she’s indeed ready.

“Yes.”

“I hope you’ve got an appetite, because they’re giving us a four course meal.”

“After all that sex? I’m starved.”

I stop her as she walks towards the door and spin her around. She looks surprised and somewhat…
Scared
.

“You did good in the shower. I liked that.”

“You’re speaking to me like I’m some whore.”

“You’re not a whore, but you are
my
whore.” I say sternly.

“Am I just a fucking sex toy to you?”

I grip onto her waist and clench my teeth, “No, sweetheart. You’re my woman, but the sex toy aspect comes with the package.”

“Sometimes I get over this dominant bad boy image you’ve got going,” She says coldly, “I’m going to get you to loosen up. You have to realize that, Scott.”

Her stare is icy and deadly serious. She means business and I find it fucking amusing. I love the girl, but… She doesn’t seem to know who she’s dealing with even after the many years we’ve known each other.
We grew up in the same damn house
, doesn’t she realize who I am? When I say she doesn’t know who she’s dealing with, I mean she doesn’t know that I can’t be broken. I
won’t
be broken, and she has to find that out at some point.

“What would you prefer? Me to turn into a pussy?” I kiss her cheek softly and smile.

“Maybe.” She says.

“Maybe.” I mimic her.

“
Yeah
. It’d be better than the cocky dick you are.” She turns to leave. I stop her by grabbing her arm softly. She spins back around and huffs with annoyance,
“What?
”

“Babe, you’ve got to understand that you can’t change me. Okay? And besides, I know you like my attitude, because you wouldn’t be with me if you didn’t.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” She kisses me on the cheek and turns for the door. I grab her again and this time my hand clamps down harder on her arm.

I need her to know I mean fucking business
.

“I’m not fucking with you. You understand that I’m serious about this, right? You’re not going to be able to morph me into another personality. I’m not going to soften up –
ever
. Do you understand that, Miranda?” I bore my eyes into hers and she suddenly looks submissive. I like that.

She pauses, “Yes.”

Good
.
Very fucking good
.