I shouldn’t enjoy this. Bound. Forced. Spanked. But all I want to do is be a bigger brat. Push him farther. Find out how far he is willing to go.
Explore this side of myself.
Surrender to his darkness.
Tears well in my eyes and drip down my cheeks.
“Enough.” He pulls back, easing his cock out of my mouth. I want to keep him there, but he extracts himself and lies beside me. “Let’s find out how ready you are to take me.”
Rafail skims one large hand over my breasts, pausing to pinch my nipples. Pain shoots through my body, transforming into a heated warmth. I arch into his touch with a soft moan. Lower down, he traces the outline of my pussy through my sheer panties.
“As I thought. Wet for me.” His infuriating smirk is back. He drags his rough fingers through my drenched folds. Up to my clit. Down again to test the barrier of my virginity. Too light to do anything but tease me. Edging me within an inch of my life.
“Is this what you want,printsesa?” He circles my clit. I buck my hips trying to get more friction. He chuckles and pulls away. “Not yet. First you must beg.”
“Please,” I whine.
“Please stepbrother,” he instructs. I repeat his words through clenched teeth. Maybe it’s not technically true anymore. It doesn’t matter. We never exactly had a sibling relationship. All I know is that right now, begging for my onetime stepbrother to fuck me is the hottest thing that’s ever happened.
Abruptly, he circles my clit and applies enough pressure to make me break. I close my knees, trying to lock his hand in place, but he forces me open again and keeps circling, stretching out the climax until it rolls right into a second. When I finally shudder my last trembling pulse, I collapse bonelessly into the bedclothes.
“Now you are ready for me,” he says, and frees my feet from the leather prison. He strips off my panties and tosses them aside, positioning his cock at my entrance. “I will make this fast.”
He presses against my entrance. Something tears. My lips part in a gasp but before anything can truly hurt, Rafail is soothing me by stroking my clit. The pain subsides as soon as it began.
“That’s it, Hailey.” A whimper comes out of me when he withdraws slightly, only to shove back inside, even deeper. My legs drape over his arms. He stares intently at where our bodies are joined, fucking me hard, the same way he did to my mouth. I come from this, twice.
“You’re so tight and slick for me,” he murmurs. He drops my legs and leans forward. I lock my ankles around his waist. I feelstuffed and full, stretched to my limits, yet wanting every stroke of his huge cock. Pleasure coils higher and higher within me.
“Mine,” he grits out. “No other man will ever touch you. Mine forever, now.” He comes, shuddering and filling me with a spurt of hot seed deep within my belly. “My seed will take root in you. Fill your womb. You will bear my heirs Hailey, and you will love them.”
Of course I will love my own children. But wait, what? I didn’t agree to have babies. Where is this coming from?
“You’re off to a good start but you have some distance to go before morning.” There’s little risk of him failing in his mission to conquer me with multiple orgasms, though, now that the fantasy of having his baby is cemented in my mind. My body is already singing for his touch again. He dips his fingers inside me with a distant squelching sound. His cock twitches against my backside. I finally manage to wriggle out of the kitchen towel binding. I want to touch him.
He nips my throat below my ear and deep inside my core, everything clenches.
“By morning, you will be carrying my child,” he mutters in a low rasp. My eyes flutter closed at the way his words affect me.
“If you’re lucky,” I pant. “It doesn’t usually happen that fast.”
“I want to see you round here, with my heir.” He drags his hand up to my belly. An airless whine of protest that he would dare to stop what he was doing a moment ago comes out of me. “Tell me you want that, too.”
“I—I want to have your baby, Rafail,” I whisper. What’s the harm in indulging him a bit? Kidnapping aside, he’s been good to me, and I admit this is turning me on. A lot.
“I want to see these heavy with milk.” He brings both hands to my chest and squeezes my breasts. I arch against him. There are too many layers of fabric between us. He finds my nipplesand torments them until I’m panting. I could almost come from this alone.
I like this fantasy. Yesterday, marriage wasn’t even on my radar as something I should want in life. I hadn’t seen my former stepbrother in years. Now, I’m about to commit my life to him. Forever.
I don’t want to think too hard about the pinch of misgivings—that I’m rushing into things, that I’m making a mistake just like my mother did when she had me with a man she barely knew. I just want Rafail to let me come again. After years of self-restraint, he has unleashed my sexuality. I crave his body.
I arch my back to rub my ass against his hard length. Stretch one hand up to curl it around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine.
“Please, Rafe,” I beg. He squeezes my breasts one more time and relinquishes one to reach between my thighs.
“You’re going to come on my hand,” he says, stroking my clit with vicious precision. Taking me to the edge while he talks. “Then you’re going to come on my cock. Twice.”
“That’s only eleven orgasms.”Only?A distant part of me screams. In what world is it reasonable to complain that you’ve only gotten off eleven times in one day? Me and my big mouth. I love teasing him though. I always have.
