Dearest Stepbrother: Twin Doms (Book Two)

by Hawthorne, Olivia

  I wanted him, but I didn’t want to want him.

  This moment would be a changing point between us. I feared it would be something I’d come to regret. But I stood by his bed anyway, not completely sure what to do with myself as I waited.

  Fidgeting in place, I stared at his bedroom door, waiting patiently for him to come in and show me what he could do for a woman.

  Chapter Four

  The door opened slowly, his body outlined by soft light filtering in from the hallway behind him. His broad shoulders filled the doorframe – his perfectly tailored shirt unable to hide the way his abdomen thinned down from his strong chest.

  Slowly, he took steps towards me and my breath caught in my lungs, my eyes widening and my throat swallowing down the lump of apprehension that filled it.

  I could feel my legs shaking beneath me – could feel the thin sheen of nervous sweat that broke out across my skin. The air in the room was so cold against me and I shivered from the temperature and from my fear.

  Gage stopped walking when he was within arm’s reach of me. At first, he said nothing, a thick silence falling between us that made me more nervous than I’d imagined possible. The seconds ticked by and felt like hours, but finally his deep voice broke through the silence when he said, “Touch me, Maya. I need to know this is something you want and not something you’re being pressured into doing.”

  I squeezed my hands into fists, releasing them and clenching them again before I reached up to splay my palms over his warm, strong chest. Even through his shirt, I could feel the intense heat of his body, the rock hard muscles beneath his skin. I breathed out heavily, my breath trembling as it left my lungs.

  “Take off my shirt,” he commanded in a voice as soft as satin.

  My palms brushed over his chest, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as I slowly pulled the material apart, pushing it over his broad shoulders before sliding it down the thick biceps of his arms. I could feel his pulse beneath his skin, could feel how his heart held a steady and strong rhythm, which contrasted sharply against the way my heart beat rapidly in my own chest.

  He was so strong, so assured. Nothing about this moment scared him and I prayed he would take over – take control. I didn’t want to be the person who pushed this along. I wanted to be the one who was dominated.

  His shirt fell to the floor and he breathed out a heavy breath. “It’s like I told you in the club, Maya. If I start, I won’t stop. Not now. Not ever. This is your last chance to change your mind.”

  I shook my head, forcing myself to vocalize what I was feeling in the darkness of his bedroom.

  “I want this, Gage. I want you.”

  I didn’t have to see his face to know that his mouth pulled into an arrogant grin. Once again, I was giving him everything, allowing him to control me the same way he’d always done. But as my body became more heated by his presence and the promise of a release, I stopped caring about all the reasons why I shouldn’t go through with this.

  I wanted him. That’s all that mattered.

  “Turn around and lie down on my bed. Press your face to the mattress and place your hands behind your back. Stay there and don’t move until I tell you. Understand?”

  I nodded my head. It was ridiculous that I kept forgetting he couldn’t see the response, but I kept losing my ability to speak.

  “Yes, sir is the correct response.”

  Swallowing hard, I forced the words out. “Yes, sir.”

  Turning around, I laid my body on the bed, my breath hot against the skin of my face because it was pressed up against the mattress. My hands were shaking when I placed them behind my back, but I did as I was told, waiting and trembling above the bed as I listened intently, trying to figure out if he was still standing behind me, or if he’d moved away.

  Footsteps sounded softly over the carpet, walking away at first, but then approaching again – stopping when I knew he was standing right behind me. The fabric of his pants brushed up against the back of my legs, warm hands encircling my wrists as he tied them together with soft cloth. I jumped when I realized he was restraining me, but my thighs clenched together, heat pooling between my legs at the thought of being helplessly bound.

  Releasing my hands, he continued to stand behind me, his breathing steady as I imagined his eyes looking over the girl who’d just handed over control.

  “Is this your first time, Maya?” A simple question, but a tone of voice behind it that held a secret meaning. I wondered if he’d be mad to know that I’d let a man touch me before.

  “No.”

  He was quiet and I became nervous. Would he pull away now that he knew I wasn’t completely pure?

  “Good,” he finally said. “I’d hate to have to be soft if that’s not what I wanted.”

  “You don’t have to be,” I whispered. He’d been soft with those women on stage and pushed them to a point of ecstasy. If he were rough with me, would it destroy me?

  My hair was brushed away from my back, the zipper of my dress sliding down slowly. I trembled when the cool air in the room rushed against my skin, but it was when lips began to trail softly down my spine that I froze – my entire body tensing with need for so much more.

  His lips met the center of my spine and held there, his warm breath brushing over the skin of my back. Hands gripped my hips and he flipped me over onto my back, moving so suddenly that it forced the breath from my lungs. I gasped as he pulled my body lower so that my legs hung over the bed, his knees coming between mine to force my legs apart.

  I could barely see him – not in the pitch black of his room – but I knew he was staring down at me, making decisions in his head on what he would do to me.

  His hands gripped the straps of my dress, ripping them down my shoulders until the material was pulled below my breasts. Although my hands were already tied behind my back, the straps of my dress became another form of restraint, one that held my arms against my body and pushed my bare breasts up.

  His fingertip circled around the nipple of my left breast, never quite touching me, but forcing my body to respond, the skin tightening until the tip was tight and painful with need. Once that breast was ready for a more forceful touch, he teased the other, circling just the tip of his finger around the nipple until it, too, was tight and throbbing.

  He pulled his hand away and for a few seconds I was left breathless, waiting for him to do something – anything – to ease the ache of desire inside me.

  When his breath brushed over my breast, I thought I would melt right there on the mattress, my back arching forward, my body desperate for his touch.

  I could hear him chuckle softly. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

  “You won’t lead this dance, beautiful girl. Lie flat on the mattress, or I’ll leave you there to think about what you’ve done wrong.”

  My bottom lip pouted out with my frustration, he was moving so agonizingly slow.

  I liked that I couldn’t see him, liked that I didn’t know where or when he would tease me again. It made his touch more electrifying, more of a shock to my system then if I knew what to expect.

  Breath brushed over my breast, the tip of my nipple aching with need and the air rushing from my lungs as his mouth closed over it. His tongue circled the tight peak, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.

  I wanted to move, to push myself towards him to demand more, but I’d learned already that making demands of Gage would only lead to him stepping away, leaving me unsatisfied as punishment for attempting to lead the dance.

  Chapter Five

  Resisting the urge to beg for him to move faster, I took a steadying breath, focusing on the way his mouth moved over my skin, teasing both my breasts as he continued to lick, nip and suck, his mouth somehow igniting a central nerve in my body that caused my thighs to squeeze tightly against his legs.

  My pussy clenched, desperate for him to touch me and fill me – to make me scream out his name.

  He knew what he was doing to me and it
drove me crazy that I couldn’t do the same to him. He was calm and precise in every teasing brush of his hand or tongue.

  He pulled away from me completely, leaving me bound by the sash around my wrists and the straps of my dress pulled taut over my arms. I was blind in the darkness of his room, but I knew he never moved away from my body.

  With my legs spread open by his own, I waited patiently, knowing he was waiting for me to groan or complain, move in some way to force him to begin again.

  I knew better than to do any of those things.

  His hands gripped my knees, pushing my legs farther apart before his fingers slid up the insides of my thighs. As soon as the tip of his fingers brushed between my legs I gasped, my hips bucking up despite the fact that I knew better than to move.

  He pulled away again and I wanted to complain. My mouth opened to complain. But no sound came out. My inability to have any control was pushing my body to a point of aggravating need. There was nothing I could say or do. Everything that occurred – or didn’t occur – was up to him.

  Seconds passed and when I behaved for him again, he slipped his hand back under my dress, sliding his fingers over the silk of my panties – up and down – with only a slight amount of pressure. It wasn’t enough to ease the need I had inside me, but it was enough to force more heat to pool between my legs.

  “So wet already, Maya. Your panties are absolutely soaked.”

  His voice sent shivers up my spine and I forced myself to remain still – to remain quiet. In some ways, I wished he’d gagged me, made it impossible for me to speak because then I wouldn’t have to try so hard to obey.

  “Such a good girl,” he cooed, his fingertip finally pushing my panties aside so he could slip the length of his finger inside me.

  The breath I held in my chest rushed from my lungs, the muscles of my pussy gripping at his finger as he moved it inside me. With his finger pushed fully inside, he used his thumb to rub circles over my clit. My hands gripped into fists beneath my body and my head rolled back on the pillow, but I focused on remaining still, not allowing my hips to writhe over the mattress like they wanted to do.

  “Are you ready for me, beautiful girl?”

  “Please…” It was the only word I could breathe out. My mind felt like it was swimming in desire and I couldn’t force my tongue to pronounce anything else.

  “Will you behave for me from this moment forward?” He asked.

  Dammit! Why was he forcing me to think while he fingered me? I wanted to yell at him to give me more – wanted to demand that he push me over the edge he’d been slowly leading me towards. But he was in control of this, and if I wanted that release, if I wanted the orgasm to explode inside me, I had no choice but to do as he said I must do.

  “Yes,” I barely breathed out. It hurt to think – to talk – I just wanted the pleasure I knew he could give me.

  He chuckled darkly. He could tell from my breathless response that I was seated on the precipice of ecstasy and the bastard refused to push me over until I gave him everything he wanted. My body was practically vibrating with need and it angered me to know that he wasn’t as desperate for me at that moment as I was for him.

  “Will you be my submissive, Maya? From here on out, no matter where you are or who you’re with…will you do as I say and trust me to own you?”

  I could barely process what he was saying, but I would have agreed to anything for him to shut up and finally fuck me. He’d driven my body to a point of painful need – I would have given him anything just to entice him to finish the job.

  “Yes!” I spit out, sucking in a breath because my lungs felt like they were on fire. I trembled when he shoved another finger inside me, pulling them apart to press against the rim of my pussy, stretching me in ways that I needed so badly. I wanted him to fill me, to be as rough as fucking possible because there was nothing that would ease the pain of my need besides his beautiful cock.

  He pulled his hand out of me, gripping the material of my panties and pulling them down my legs until they were wrapped around my ankles.

  With one hand he gripped my ankles, pushing them up and bending my legs over my body. My pussy was exposed to him and he ran his fingers through the slick skin, teasing me devilishly with the fingers of his other hand. Soft moans left my lips, the slow and aggravating speed that he’d used with me before now gone as he pulled his hand away from me to unbuckle his pants and allow them to fall to the floor.

  With my legs still bent over my abdomen, I felt the tip of his cock press up against my opening, slipping inside just enough to make me want to scream when he pulled it away again.

  Finally, and when I was about to scream out with frustration, he positioned his cock at my opening again and pushed himself fully inside, filling and stretching me until I could feel his balls slap up against me. He was so hard – so big that my muscles burned before adjusting to his size.

  He didn’t move inside me at first, but instead, he waited for me to adjust to his girth, for the muscles of my pussy to respond and grip down, ready and waiting for him to push me to the climax I desperately needed.

  His hips began to move, every inch of his cock thrusting in and out of my body – tip to balls – his shaft working inside me until I was moaning out his name, not caring that I was practically begging him to use my body for his pleasure.

  He felt so good, so full inside me that my own hips began to move over the mattress; rotating in small circles because they were the only part of me that I had the ability to move. My arms were pinned, my legs were held in a position above me and all I could focus on was his cock priming an orgasm in me that felt like it would tear me in two.

  My nerves zinged with electricity, my muscles clenching and releasing until, finally, the orgasm that had been slowly built exploded inside, forcing the breath from my lungs on a scream. His name poured from my lips, my eyes clenching shut as tears dripped down my cheeks from the relief I felt.

  I could barely see straight and my thoughts became muddy inside my head. Waves of pleasure washed over me with every thrust of his powerful cock inside me. Once the brunt of the orgasm has subsided, small aftershocks tore through my body, sweat dripping down the sides of my head as he thrust harder and faster, pushing impossibly deep when his cock thickened and released his come inside me.

  When he was finished, he waited for a few seconds before pulling out of me, his come dripping down my leg, reminding me that I was fully his.

  Leaning over me, Gage took possession of my mouth with his, stealing the breath from my lungs as he kissed me with more passion than I knew was possible. I felt relaxed and sated against his mattress, completely dominated and taken over by his prowess and control.

  I enjoyed giving myself to him, and in some small way, I hated myself for feeling happy that I was now his.

  Pulling away from the kiss, Gage stared down at me, hovering over his prize with pride and possession.

  “Thank you for that, Maya. I’ll have immense pleasure owning you, my beautiful girl.”

  I blinked, suddenly brought back to life by his words, but the only thing I could think of was the fact that, if this is what it meant to be his pet, I would enjoy being owned.

  To Be Continued…

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