Stepbrother: No Boundaries (8 page)

Chapter 17

Miranda

The hotel is clean and sparsely decorated. The bed sheets are white and the bed spread is white. The walls are white and even the dresser is white. The curtains are white and the only thing that’s not white in the room is the telephone which is blood red.

I’m lying on the bed staring at the walls trying not to cry. I haven’t looked at my phone in two hours because I’m certain that Scott has called me numerous times and I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to remember anything about us growing up together or our time together over the past week – it makes it too hard.

After a few minutes I take a deep breath and try to force a smile for some reason. Oddly enough, it makes me feel better.
Is there any way I’m… Overreacting?
Then I remember how psychotic I must have looked when I turned the table over and spilled the food and bottles of wine all over that couple Scott was friends with… Good
God
of course I’m not overreacting, that was atrocious behavior.

It’s not like my
life
is over, but my life with Scott will be surely over after causing that ruckus. It’s done, and it’s done because of me.
Maybe it’s a good thing – maybe he wasn’t right for you Maybe this is a sign that what you two are doing is majorly fucked up. Maybe you’re meant to be with someone sweeter, softer, gentler….
And someone who’s
not
your stepbrother.

Fuck that. I want to be with him and he knows it and I know it.
I can’t imagine being with anyone but him but I don’t think I have a chance now, especially after disappearing like I did. But to stay there and face the consequences of that? To try and explain myself? It would have been impossible, not to mention pointless. I made a damn fool of myself and now I’m paying for it. The easiest thing to do was to run out of there, and it was also the hardest.

It crosses my mind to pick up my phone and call Scott, but what would the point be? He’d scream at me or simply tell me in a cold tone to come get my shit, or tell me that it was over, or both. I already know that, so I don’t want the pain to be worsened by hearing it out of his mouth. I just… I just
have
to try and forget it all ever happened. The entire last week. I can’t face it. What a mistake.

But I don’t regret dirtying that slut’s expensive dress. No bitch will speak to me like that, ever again. I won’t stand for it.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but it never comes. I count to seven hundred silently and finally I feel myself dozing off, but sometime in the middle of the night I hear a knock at the door and I realize it’s Scott. I quickly sit up and dangle my legs off the bed as I feel my stomach growing nauseous and unbelievably tight.

I swiped my credit card at the front desk, how could he find me?

I walk to the door and open it. It’s not Scott; it’s a police officer and he has a blank look on his face. Scott is dead.

“Sorry to disturb you, but we had to contact you because your boyfriend was attacked earlier tonight by a woman with a gun. After questioning him he mentioned that you’d gone missing and he was concerned about your safety. Can you get dressed and come with me?”

Chapter 18

Scott

She walks in with the officer and after a few minutes of small talk he’s gone. They sealed up the window quickly with a temporary gum until the repairmen can come tomorrow and replace it. Alexis was caught upon arrival. She came back up to my apartment and was sitting on the couch when the police barged in, apparently. Just sitting there calmly with a dazed look on her face.

Now Miranda’s just standing there awkwardly in the corner and her face is ghostly white. She looks like she’s been out in the cold ever since she ran off, and I feel my heartbeat slowing to a dull thud. I’m so fucking
relieved
that she’s okay. We stand there for what feels like eternity and I decide I’m going to let her speak first. I’m going to wait until she’s ready. I can’t force anything right now.

“I’m sorry.” She says finally, “I’ll go pack my bags and leave. You’ll never have to see me again.”

The soft side of me that appeared vanishes quickly and anger takes its place. But it’s not anger directed towards what she did in the restaurant, it’s anger at the fact that she thinks I’d be kicking her out.
Is she fucking nuts? I’m crazy for her
.

“What?” I ask, and then walk towards her and wrap my arms around her waist, “
What?
” I repeat.

“I…. What are you doing?” She looks shocked.

I press my lips against her softly and kiss her passionately. Her cheeks brighten and turn red. She lets out a sigh of relief and disbelief against my lips and then pulls away slowly.

“What the hell are
you
doing? You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’d never kick you out for something so miniscule.”

There’s an air of sweetness in my voice and I don’t like it. I’m going to have to make up for it by fucking her later and showing her my dominant side.

“I thought…” She stammers, and then breaks down into tears.

Great, I’m going to have to play babysitter tonight for the crying girl
.

“Stop crying.” I snap my fingers and stare coldly at her, “You had a little temper tantrum but it’s okay. I didn’t like the cunt either but I would have played the scenario with a hell of a lot more maturity than you did. But it’s over and done with, and everything’s okay.”

I feel pissed that she doesn’t even bother to ask me about being attacked by an obsessive stalker, but then I remember that the officer probably explained everything to her. Besides, we have
us
to work on.

“I’m sorry,” She says shakily, “I made such a fool of myself.”

“It’s fine. Who gives a fuck? You shouldn’t care what those morons think of you, sweetheart. Walter knows his own fiancé is a piece of trash; he’s only with her for her looks. And believe me, the man’s got bad taste. She’s a stick figure, there’s nothing to love on as far as her body goes. Nothing to turn a man on; no curves or anything. It’s just skin and bones.”

She looks up at me suddenly and a sparkle appears in her eyes.
That’s what she needed. A compliment. Good, I’ll give her some more, and they’re all true so I feel happy about it
.

“Really?” She asks.

“No shit. Why do you think I’m so turned on by you? You’ve got the most voluptuous and beautiful curves, sweetheart. Your body is perfect to me and to virtually every man. Every time we go out I see men turning their heads and looking at that sweet bubbly ass of yours, especially when you’re wearing the tight skirts I buy for you.”

She giggles, “You like to show me off, don’t you Scott?”

“I do.” I smile and it hurts my face.

But it’s true. You like showing her off a lot, like she’s a trophy. Which she is. She’s your golden girl
.
Your only girl. The key to your heart
.

“I want you right now,” She asks, “Can I have you?”

I stare at her dominantly and then nod my head. She’s gotten so sexy over all these years. I think back to when we were young and growing up during high school. If only I knew back then that this would happen. I suppose there were some hints every once in a while, but I’d have never imagined this…

Chapter 19

Miranda

I’m crouched down beneath him and he wraps his arm below my legs and picks me up. He carries me easily into the bedroom and I kiss his cheek along the way. He smiles at me and seems different. Humbled, softer. He seems unusually sweet instead of cocky and dominant.

“I want you to dominate me,” I whisper in his ear as he pushes the door open with his foot, “I want you to tie me up and show me you’re my boss.”

He drops me on the bed like I’m a piece of meat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. He smells musky and masculine like he’s gone on a run, and it turns me the fuck on. His bulging chest is still covered in sweat from all the hell he went through and he tosses his shirt to the side and wipes his hair back off his forehead. He’s going to fuck me hard, and I know it.

He reaches down and thrusts a finger suddenly into the depths of my pussy. I squeal and toss my head back and let out a deep moan. I want his cock badly, but before he pumps it into my pussy I want to taste him. I want to be his submissive whore that he likes so much, I want to be his everything.

I reach out and unzip his pants and watch them drop to the ground. He steps out of them and stands there before crossing his arms and nodding at me. I know what he wants to do, and I want to do it badly. I open wide and wrap my lips around his cock before moving my head back and forth and sucking him hungrily. I tighten my lips around his throbbing shaft and feel him beginning to sway his hips back and forth.

“Suck my cock better than that. I know you can do it.” He says raspingly.

I tighten my lip’s vicious grip on his cock even more and engulf his sweet dick into my throat. He tastes so good and the texture of his cock is rock hard as it mouth fucks me. He pulls out and wipes his cock against my lips before turning and opening the wardrobe. I’m ready for whatever toys he has stashed in there and I’m hoping he fucks me nice and rough.

He pulls out four medium length ropes and stretches my left arm out and ties it to the headboard. Then he walks down to my left leg and ties it snugly to the footboard. Then he does the same to my right arm and leg and I’m stretched out so far apart that I can feel my skin stretching. He crawls over top of me and thrusts his tongue into my mouth before sliding it down my torso and wrapping his lips around my breasts.

He wraps his cock and strokes it for a second and I feel my cunt getting sopping wet from just looking at it. I close my eyes as he places the blindfold over my head and whispers that he loves me. Then his large dick pumps into me right when I expect it and I’m sent into oblivion.

My body shakes but stays in place due to the tightness of the ropes I’m bound to. It’s pitch black as his cock pumps in and out of me and I feel my cunt squirting all over him. He’s railing me with his enormous cock and sucking my tits ravenously, and then I feel him pull his body up slightly and pump into my pussy harder than ever.

His large throbbing dick spreads my pussy so far apart that it almost hurts, but it feels incredible at the same time. His balls smack against my jiggling ass cheeks as he rails my cunt and I know right then that everything’s going to be okay.

It’s not over, Miranda. It’s just beginning
.

“Tell me how bad you want it, sis.” He rasps dirty to me, just the way I like it.

“So bad,” I moan, “I’m your cock slave.”

“Be quiet now.” He mutters and plunges himself deeper into me, “The only sounds I want to hear is that of your wet cunt being pummeled by my billionaire cock. Understand?”

“Yes.”

His hand grips down on my jawline softly and I feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter.

“I thought I said be quiet, sweetheart.” He rasps.

I love how he fucks me. I love how he dominates me. I love how he speaks aggressively to me. I’m his fuck toy who will obey all fuck toy orders
.

His cock swells up inside of me and I moan as I feel it throbbing harder and harder. Then he lets out a gasp for air and I can feel his cock coming just by the way it’s throbbing. I wish he was seeding me, but I know he won’t.

He pulls out and thrusts two fingers into my cunt which I didn’t expect because he’s usually done once he comes.

Is he treating me special tonight? Is he changing for me?

His two fingers quickly turn to three, and I’m squealing as his tongue laps at my clit while he finger fucks me. I feel my body beginning to tremble and then his lips tighten on my clit and nibble softly on it, and then I feel myself squirting lightly as an orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks.

Oh, Scott
….
Oh my God that’s it
.

I am his and he is mine, and that’s how it’s going to be. He’s the sexy bastard I’ve always wanted, and he’s changing, I can tell, and he’ll continue to change… But hopefully not too much.

I like how cocky he is.

The End