by Lucia Jordan
“How much do you know about Chris?” Brooke was wringing her hands like a timid child and Valerie was confused by her behavior.
“Umm…the standard things?” she said questioningly. “He’s a surgeon? Thirty-five or thirty-six years old?” She stopped but Brooke was so engrossed, nodding her head so eagerly that she continued on in a ramble. “He eats a lot. Conner loves him? Umm…he has black hair – what is wrong with you, Brooke?” she cried finally, grabbing her sister’s arms.
“He -” Brooke was confused. What could she say? She had already told Valerie the man scared her. She had felt his electric, sexual magnetism, his authoritativeness, and that wasn’t reason enough to be scared.
“Did he do something to you?” Valerie’s eyes were wide.
“No! I mean yes. But nothing bad.”
They stood in silence and Valerie noticed the change in her older sister’s expression. She tilted her head to the side, and a knowing smile spread across her face. “Are you…do you have a crush on my future brother-in-law?”
Broke attempted an awkward laugh, but it seemed fake even to her own ears. “No! Of course not!”
“Brooke!” Valerie cried, snickering like they always did when they were little. “C’mon! You can’t fool me.”
“I don’t know, Val! He’s just so... intimidating!”
“Well, people would say that about you too, Brooke,” she chided.
“But not with him. God! I feel like a trapped hare when he’s around. He’s daunting! Frightening!” Brooke was glaring.
“Oh, stop being such a drama queen! It doesn’t suit you. Besides, Chris is incredibly good-looking and I don’t feel the least bit scared of him.”
Brooke thought over it, and she was trying to understand what Chris was after. “Yes, he’s incredibly good-looking. I’ll give you that. But, he wants something from me!”
“What?” Valerie cried in frustration.
“I don’t know! But it’s not right. I have a feeling.”
Valerie closed her eyes. She wanted to help her sister but Brooke was being irrational. “Okay, Brooke, listen to me,” she grasped Brooke’s arms. “If he says something or does something weird, tell me about it and we’ll discuss this again. Right now, my wedding guests are out there without a host, and I hope you realize that I need to be out there!”
“I’m sorry. Yeah, yeah go.”
Valerie clasped Brooke’s hand in a soothing grasp. “Maybe he just likes you,” she said before leaving.
I don’t think so, Brooke’s sharp mind sang.
**
“I hope it turns out perfect, for Valerie.” Conner was scanning the development on his spacious lawn. Several uniformed men were unloading hundreds of chairs from a truck.
Brooke smiled at the lovable, handsome man who was marrying her sister. “It’s going to be great.”
Conner was lost in thought, watching the truck. “I just want to make her happy,” he said with an embarrassed grin.
Brooke slid her hand in the crook of his arm. “You’re a good man, Conner. I’m glad Valerie found you. I’m sure you’ll make her really happy.”
“You think so?” he said with a confident, smug look.
“I know so. Otherwise, I know where to find you!” she threatened playfully.
They laughed aloud, and an unmistakably forced, interfering cough made Brooke turn around guiltily. The sight of Chris in a black dress-shirt and grey chinos took her breath away, and then she looked up at his face.
His facial features were set in a hard mask, and his eyes were glued to the hand she had on Conner’s arm. Her grip loosened instinctively and then sense returned. She grasped Conner’s arm tighter. Who is he to glare at me like he’s my father and I’m a thirteen-year-old?
“How’s it going, Chris? Did you meet the Reverend?” Conner asked, oblivious to the exchange.
“Yes!” Chris seemed on edge, and Conner found the perfect opportunity to try and get under his brother’s skin.
“What…did I do now?” he said with a chuckle and Chris stared at him straight in the eye, before looking down at Brooke’s hand on his arm. Understanding dawned, and Conner’s smile faded. “O...kay,” he said and gently but firmly detangled Brooke’s hand from his limb, before excusing himself.
Brooke stared at him dumbstruck, but he was biting back a smile behind Chris’s back. Swiftly, and very embarrassingly for her, he smiled at Brooke and gave her a wink, pointing toward Chris.
Anger poured over her chest like scalding water and she glared at Chris. “What is wrong with you? Why do you do this weird stuff around me and no one else?”
“What are you talking about?” he said with chuckle.
“You…why does everybody think you’re a completely nice guy when I think you’re completely miserable?”
Chris’s smile froze and he stepped closer. She glared into his eyes, but had to blink several times in order to hold his piercing stare. His eyes were…intense.
“You weren’t thinking I’m ‘completely miserable,’” he whispered huskily, “when I bit your neck this morning.” The blood rushed into Brooke’s face and she glanced away. “Don’t look away, Brooke. By all means stare at me, and I’ll order you to look away.”
Brooke’s pussy clenched delightfully tight. “That!” she cried, pointing at him. “That is what’s so weird about you! I couldn’t explain it to Valerie this morning but that’s just it!”
Chris’s jaw tensed. “What exactly…did you tell Valerie?”
The way he said it, and the tone he used, made Brooke’s throat go dry. His voice was like gravelly steel, cold and unyielding. She shouldn’t have mentioned Valerie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chris’s brow furrowed and he narrowed his yes. “What do you mean you don’t know? You just said you told Valerie -”
“I...don’t know…what you’re talking about,” she said emphatically. She was angry and frustrated. She glowered at him, her head tilted back to be able to look into his eyes. He was so incredibly tall.
A deep, throaty rumble of laughter bubbled up from the eternally serious man, and he slid his hands into his pants pockets.
“What’s so funny?” Chris was standing so close to her that she was getting breathless. Her back was tense with all the pent-up lust in her veins, spreading and then going to waste because it wasn’t culminating in any relief.
He chuckled again and looked her straight in the eye. “I’m going to enjoy it so much…when I spank your little ass…and all this pride is sprawled naked on my bed.”
Brooke’s mouth fell open and coldness traveled down her back. His eyes were piercing into her soul and all traces of his earlier hilarity had disappeared. They were so green, so terrifying at that moment. But her pussy repeatedly did that inexplicable tightening thing, where it begged her for some sort of relief. She glanced away, her chest constricting. What in the world did the man want?
She felt like a helpless deer, at his mercy, while he was a black panther. His strong, green eyes completed the look perfectly, and for the first time in her life, she wanted to run. She wanted to run out of the house, off the property, and into her car – never to return.
The things holding her back were her pride and the fact that Valerie would be heartbroken if she left. She was all the family Brooke had left.
Then another thing made its presence known. Her body, tingling with arousal, seared with the lust this man had awakened in her. She hadn’t had sex in two years and before that moment she hadn’t missed it at all. But now, even though he hadn’t said anything particularly erotic, nor touched her, she was on fire.
She swallowed past the lump of lust clogging her throat, and Chris’s expression changed. He reached for her face with his right hand and she jumped out of his reach instinctively. He stopped, and his eyes narrowed.
“Are you scared of me?” he said in disbelief.
Yes! She wanted to scream, but shook her head vehemently No instead.
Tears were shining in her brown eyes and Chris felt like a monster.
“Hey,” he said softly, reaching for her face again. She tried to pull away but he touched his knuckles to her cheek. The soft caress up and down her face made Brooke gasp and she glanced down at Chris’s shiny, black shoes. “Don’t be scared of me.” His voice was different and Brooke looked up, confused by the sudden change in him. “Come to my room tonight,” he began, but she looked so scandalized by the suggestion that he couldn’t bite back a smile. “I won’t hurt you. I just want to talk,” he said.
**
Chris rested his hip against the edge of his bedside table, watching the prim and proper, beautiful woman sitting on his bed. Just the sight of her siting there made him want to clasp her tits in his palms and crush them until she cried out. But he held his ground. This had to work out as he planned. He wanted her, but on his terms, no matter what.
Brooke stared at the carpet, then her black high-heeled pumps, and then the curtains. She was avoiding looking Chris in the eye, because his eyes pierced through her and were unbearable to stare into sometimes. She was vividly aware of the masculinity he emanated. It was too tangible, too harsh.
Chris sighed and Brooke jumped, her eyes shooting up.
“Why are you so fidgety around me?”
Brooke furrowed her brow. “You’re weird,” she said simply.
Chris guffawed and it did nothing to soothe Brooke’s nerves. “I’m weird or you feel weird around me?” he said knowingly.
Brooke blushed to the ends of her hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
”Do you always do this? Deny all knowledge of the matter when it’s out of your control?”
Brooke glanced up and a hint of a smile was lurking on her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chris’s smile froze and arousal tightened his loins. He wanted her so badly. She was there, she was gorgeous, and she was his – no matter what. “I want you in my bed,” he blurted out and Brooke’s eyes widened.
“I…uh,” she stammered, instinctively standing up. He closed the distance between them within moments. His hands clasped her ass in both hands, and a pained moan escaped Brooke’s lips.
“I want to fuck you, Brooke,” he said in a sure, confident tone. Brooke’s insides melted and seeped out through the folds of her pussy. She tightened them automatically. “I want to spank these…so bad," he said, kneading the flesh of her behind.
Brooke wanted to jerk away from him, but she was frozen in place, somehow aroused by his words like she had never imagined possible. Chris saw the fear shimmering in her liquid brown eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow the first time. Build it up slowly.”
“No!” Brooke managed to rasp out and was shocked that she had said it out loud.
“Yes, Brooke,” Chris leaned closer to her lips, two inches separating her quivering, parted ones and his chiseled, molded ones. His fingertips gently dug into her asscheeks. “I will spank you, and it will hurt, and I will spank you harder.” Brooke’s sharp, indrawn breath seemed to propel Chris faster toward attaining her. “Then, I’ll fuck you -” His sentence was cut short as Brooke flung his hands away and stepped back.
She looked like an enraged virago, and her eyes were bright. Chris was no novice. He knew the look on her face. She was horny, and she wanted to be with him.
A battle was raging in Brooke’s mind. She hadn’t had sex in years, and Chris’s large body made her feel all sorts of…lust. Timidly, she stepped forward again and lifted her face for his kiss. Chris smiled, watching her face, eyes closed, lips parted. He wasn’t going to kiss her, but she didn’t know that.
Instead of a pair of hungry lips, Brooke felt a thumb caressing her bottom lip. He tugged her lip down to bare her perfect, white teeth.
“Do you know what I want to do with this mouth?” he asked.
“No.” Brooke’s whisper was fevered.
“I want to fuck it, deep, until my cum slides down your throat.”
Brooke’s knees wobbled and her throat went dry. “What are you waiting for?” she moaned, and Chris’s face tensed.
God he wanted her. He wanted her so bad, he was tempted to throw his usual planning and discussion away, and just ram his boner down her neck. He struggled to control himself, and clutched her ass again.
“Kneel,” he whispered, and saw Brooke’s face go white. She was disappointed that he hadn’t kissed her, and thought he just wanted to feed her his cock. Chris’s heart pounded crazily as the successful, proud executive kneeled at his feet, and placed her hands gently on his trouser-clad thighs. He slapped her hands away, and Brooke was shocked.
“Hands behind your back,” he said and Brooke was so lost in the mindless frenzy of her arousal, she did as bidden. Chris liked the way she was taking orders, and he caressed the top of her head with his hand. The loving gesture seemed demeaning when she was kneeling at his feet, and when he said, “Good girl, Brooke,” Brooke tensed.
“What are you doing, Chris?” she whimpered from her vantage point near his buttoned-up fly.
It was time for her to know, and Chris tensed for her reaction. He slid his hand through her hair and clasped a handful gently. “You aren’t allowed to take my name, Brooke." His face changed, and so did his voice. “I am your master. You submit to my will and you will refer to me as Sir.”
Brooke watched the transformation before her eyes. Chris was morphing into a harsh, steely man, and his voice, although low, was booming with authority. She couldn’t help but be affected by it.
Never had a man talked to her like that, and she wouldn’t have allowed it if someone had tried. But Chris, he was so powerful, so enigmatic. She was putty before him. She was in a trance, under his spell, and try as she might she couldn’t break free.
Chris waited for her to react and was shocked that his spirited virago was silently watching, her eyes full of submission. His cock surged more, hardened more, and meaningfully, he reached for his fly with his free hand.
Her hair was soft in his grasp, and he tightened his hold swiftly, making her beautiful face wince. Brooke was mesmerized, and her mind was meekly asking her to run, flee, but her body was a slave to Chris. She was unsure what it was he wanted, or what she was supposed to do, but she knew she wanted to do it.
Chris undid his fly and parted it, before stepping back. “Stand up!” he ordered and his voice was thundering, although not loud. He flipped her around and pulled down the zipper that held her cobalt-blue dress in place. It fell away, and to his pained delight, Chris saw that she wore no bra.
His breath harsh, he saw the small, blue thong lodged in her crack and he slid his finger down her back. Brooke shivered at the touch on her bare skin and tensed as it headed south. His finger slid through her crack and swiftly dug inside, pulling out the thong. Brooke moaned, her asscheeks tightening, and Chris swallowed.
He jerked her thong and slipped it over one round, white asscheek. One touch of her behind, and his control snapped. “Get down,” he hissed and Brooke stepped forward, breathless, unsure.
Her pussy was drenched in her juices, and the liquid was sliding down her inner thigh. Her firm tits swayed gently and she yelped as Chris clasped her waist to push her over the bed. She fell flat on her face, confused about what he wanted to do, and then his words returned to her befuddled senses.
I will spank you, and it will hurt, and I will spank you harder.
She inhaled sharply, her chest tightening in fear, and just when she was about to protest, Chris’s hand landed onto her ass.
Brooke screamed as scalding pain seared her cheek. She had forgotten that they were in a house full of wedding guests. Bending forward, Chris clasped her mouth. “Shh,” he whispered in her ear. The dominating, authoritative tone made her pulse quicken. Her lips were clasped beneath one large palm while the other palm caressed her sore behind.
Brooke’s ass was throbbing, and liquid lust seeped through her pussy w
ith need. She was sprawled naked on Chris’s bed, with her thong draped over her ass, and he was spanking her with his large palm.
“Unh!” she moaned, pushing her hips up, urging him to touch her more, hurt her more. Chris was flabbergasted by her responsiveness, by her submission. He hadn’t expected it, and it was clawing at his throbbing loins with a titanic strength.
He was losing control of his arousal, and all because this brown-eyed girl was offering him her ass to spank. He pulled back, releasing her lips and lifted his hand high up. He brought it down with a loud crash and saw her ass tighten, the firm flesh jiggling with the force.
Brooke’s eyes widened and a scream erupted past her lips. She pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her sounds, and clawed at the sheets in desperation. It hurt. God it hurt, but it felt so, so good. Chris’s palm crashed down on the exact same spot, and the mattress muffled her squeal, once again.
Every time his palm hit her behind, she came closer to a tumultuous orgasm. After years of forced abstinence, it was too hurried, too hungry.
“Oh, Chris!” she whimpered.
“Sir!” he snarled in her ear, yanking at her hair. She cried out, her eyes watering. This time when his palm landed on her ass, he grunted with the force. Brooke whined and jerked on the bed, her smooth, flawless asscheeks branded by the shape of his large hand.
The sight of the red mark made Chris bend over and slide his tongue over the sore spot. Brooke moaned, lifting her ass up, and embarrassment washed over her. Chris had clasped her asscheeks in both hands and parted them wide, too wide. He blew softly onto her spread-open pussy lips, and Brooke tensed.
“Please!” she begged and the sound seemed to be torn out of her chest.
Chris chuckled shakily, watching the pink, glistening petals dangling from her slit. He slipped them between his fingers and tugged tightly. “You’re so pink and soft down here,” Chris whispered. Brooke gasped as her orgasm reared forward, but his fingers abandoned her pussy and he blew on it again. The knowledge that his lips were so close to her wet folds filled her with lust, and she clenched her pussy lips tightly together.