Marrying his Brother: A Fake Fiance Romance

by Tia Siren

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  END OF THE THIRD STORY

  Double Doms

  I gave my submission to two dominant men. And now I’m carrying their baby.

  Kylie:

  I’m usually a good girl.

  But that night, I learned just how bad I can be.

  I let myself be dominated by two sexy, commanding men.

  Before long, we were alone in a room - the three of us, me on my knees, blindfolded, my wrists tied above my head, and moaning.

  Now I’m pregnant and in the worst possible dilemma.

  I don’t know which dom is the father.

  The Doms:

  Kylie’s submission was the sweetest we’ve ever tasted.

  Together we claimed her, we owned her, we pleasured her.

  But we never intended to get her pregnant.

  She wants to raise the baby on her own.

  We won’t let her slip away.

  Her body and soul are ours to touch, to command, to dominate. We’ll give her everything she ever needed and wanted.

  And now that our secret is out, we’re all in a hell of danger.

  Our submissive needs our protection and we won’t let her get away.

  We’re not going to stop until she and our baby are safe.

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  Chapter 1

  Ben

  I stood outside of my apartment door, fiddling with my keys in the dark hallway. The girl with me leaned against the wall and flipped through her phone, giggling at whatever it was she was looking at. I shot her a glance that had irritation written all over it. This complex housed more than one of the professors at the school, and though I was a professor, too, it was my first year, and I didn’t want to give myself a bad reputation. In my line of business, almost everything revolved around your reputation. It was late on a Thursday night, so almost everyone would be asleep, but I could never be too careful.

  Thursday night was my favorite night out at the bars. All the graduate students came out. The girls were hot, old enough to drink, and most of them were completely bewitched at the idea of hooking up with one of the professors. I had picked up Vanessa, a twenty-three-year-old accounting student and brought her back to my place. She was incredibly sexy and followed instruction well, making me think she might make the perfect submissive, something incredibly hard to find these days. I was pretty sure I remembered her from one of my classes when I was assisting the year before, but I wasn’t positive. There were a ton of hot girls floating around the campus, and after a while, they all kind of melted together. If she had been in the class, that meant I remembered her, which was a good thing since I tended to shrug off most women, none of them capable of fully satisfying my want for a submissive.

  Now, I wasn’t one of those people completely absorbed in the world of BDSM, but I liked the lighter stuff, and I really liked it when a girl bent to my will. It was hard to find a girl who was submissive and hot. This girl, though, she had long red hair, curves in all the right places, and a pair of fake tits you wouldn’t normally find on these ivy league girls. She was smart but flighty, and I needed her to focus. I needed her to do exactly what I told her so I could turn her into that hot submissive I was looking for. That was the original intent, at least. At that moment, though, I was more concentrated on the fact that she was young and hot, and she had a mouth on her I could already imagine sucking me off.

  We got inside, and she looked around, obviously impressed with the place that I was staying in. Most professors waited a few years to rent one of the more expensive apartments close by, but I wanted to impress, and I felt if I lived the life completely, my success would come to me sooner. My goal was to be the youngest tenured professor in the university’s history. It was just my first year, but I was good at playing the game and keeping the secrets.

  “Come on,” I said, snapping my fingers as I walked toward the bedroom.

  I closed the door behind us and took off my tie and jacket, unbuttoning my top two buttons and situating myself on the bed. I leaned up against the headboard and looked up at her standing there on the floor. She looked timid but not scared, and I wanted to see what I could get her to do.

  “Take your clothes off real slow,” I said watching her.

  She smiled coyly and put her purse on the table. She reached up and started unbuttoning her shirt, looking up at me every few seconds. Her body was amazing, and I wasn’t feeling like wasting any time.

  “Faster,” I demanded in a monotone voice.

  She pulled her shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I reached up and took my shirt and pants off, lying in my boxer briefs and rubbing my growing hard-on through the fabric. She dropped her tight little skirt to the floor and stood looking at me in thigh-high stockings and matching black lace bra and panties. She reached back and unhooked her bra, letting her perfectly sculpted tits bounce out. She reached for her panties.

  “Leave them on,” I said. “Crawl toward me.”

  She walked forward, crawling across the bed and reaching her hand toward my cock. I shook my head and pushed it away, patting the bed next to me. She smiled and lay down on the bed, watching as I turned and ran my hand up her thigh and to the edge of her panties. She closed her eyes and licked her lips as my fingers trickled right under the edge of them. She was wet, and it turned me on knowing she wanted me. Normally, I would take my time, but with the whiskey coursing through my veins, I was feeling a bit impatient.

  I slid my fingers under her panties and through her wetness, feeling her bulging pussy in my hand. She moaned lightly, obviously not understanding what it meant to be a submissive. I ignored it, at that point just wanting to get my dick wet. She reached her hand over, grabbed my cock through my boxers and rubbed up and down. I groaned, moving up on my knees and in front of her. She released me and grabbed her tits, moaning as she tweaked her nipples. I slid her panties off her and tossed them to the side, looking down at her glimmering pussy.

  Slowly, I slid two fingers inside of her, twisting them as I pushed deep. She lifted her waist up off the bed and pressed her shoulders into the pillows, squealing in pleasure. I moved my fingers in and out of her, patiently at first and then faster as her body moved and writhed in front of me. I pushed my thumb up and rubbed her clit, feeling it pulsating, waiting for me to rub my body over it.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, baby.”

  I liked it when they talked, but right then, I only wanted to stuff my cock in her mouth to shut her up. Instead, I pulled my boxers off and held my long, thick shaft, stroking it with my hand as she watched. I leaned over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand and opened the packaging, sliding the Magnum over my cock.

  “It’s so big.” She giggled.

  “And it’s all for you,” I grunted as I quickly shoved it inside of her, pulling on her thighs for leverage.

  “Oh god,” she moaned. “Fill me up, baby.”

  I pushed in hard and then slowly pulled out, feeling her juices spread over my cock. When I was almost all the way out of her, I grabbed her waist and slammed back inside, watching her eyes roll back. I picked up the pace, thrusting forward and back, digging my fingers into her waist as I went. She moaned, reaching down and loosening my hands on her waist. I gritted my teeth wanting to be rough with her but seeing she was obviously not into it.

  “Fuck me harder,” she screamed out.

  I leaned forward, digging my feet into the bed as I pushed in and out of her. I slid my hand up to her face and gently covered her mouth, wanting to feel the power, the domination. She moaned into my hand, a muffled sound that turned me on even more. She closed her eyes and lifted her legs to each side of me, lifting her hips and grinding them as I pushed inward. I swirled my hips, rubbing my body against her clit, feeling the urgency rolling through her. She was about to come, and I wasn’t ready to let it happen.

  I pulled my cock out and swatted her hands away from her clit, smiling coyly. She groaned and threw her head back in frustration. I rolled my eyes and fl
ipped her over on her stomach, pulling her legs straight out behind her and pushing them apart slightly. I straddled her legs and pushed my cock in, guiding it with my hand and then clutching her ass. I leaned forward and started to fuck her, feeling the extra friction of her thick, juicy thighs. I growled, holding onto her shoulders and sliding my dick in and out of her. She turned her head to the side and moaned out, the covers rubbing against her clit as I pushed forcefully into her.

  I closed my eyes and listened to the harmony of her screams mixing with the squeaking of the bed beneath us. Her body started to stiffen as I pushed her toward climax, slowing down as her body began to shake beneath me. She bit her lips and held her breath as the orgasm flowed through her muscles, her thighs shuddering against my cock. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my shaft, and when she had relaxed onto the bed, I pulled out and backed up, lifting her ass in the air and spreading her legs apart. I pulled the condom off my dick and slid back through her juices, holding onto her ass as I slammed in and out, bringing myself closer to orgasm.

  She screamed out, her juices dripping down my shaft. I slapped her ass with one hand, watching it jiggle up and down as I pressed her further and further. I groaned, losing all the control that I had before. I reached up and grabbed her hair in one hand, putting the other on her shoulder. She gripped down on the bed as I jammed my cock deep inside of her and then back out again. I could hear the echo of our skin slapping together through my room and closed my eyes, imagining her tied up below me. I thrust hard and deep one last time before pulling out and rubbing my hand up and down my bulging red cock.

  “Turn over,” I groaned loudly, watching her turn on her back and push her tits together.

  She licked her lips as I stroked my cock, waiting for my seed to cover her soft skin. I growled out, gripping down on my shaft as the fire inside of me exploded. Streams of hot liquid shot from the tip of my cock, spraying Vanessa from her chin, over her big tits, and down her belly. She whimpered and moaned, licking bits of it from her bottom lip and running her hands through the rest. I grunted and closed my eyes as the last bit shot from my dick, the waves of calm quickly dissipating. I waited several moments and then stood up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and walked back to her, gently and sweetly cleaning her up.

  Dom or not, I never treated a woman with disrespect and always tried to make her feel special before she got dressed and got out. I didn’t have women stay the night at my place. She handed the dirty towel back to me, and I tossed it in the hamper, reaching down and helping her from the bed. I walked around collecting her clothing, and laying it gently on the bed in front of her.

  “That was amazing,” she said smiling. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

  “I hope you don’t mind. I have an early morning,” I said.

  “Nope,” she replied. “I’ll leave my number on the table out there.”

  I nodded my head and watched her get dressed while I pulled on a pair of pajama pants and disposed of the condom lying on the floor. She walked over and kissed me seductively before turning and walking from the room. I climbed into bed and lay down on the pillow, listening as she left her number and then shut the door behind her. I sighed, happy that I’d gotten off, but disappointed that she was absolutely terrible at being a submissive, even though she had told me she was into it at the bar. I shrugged my shoulders and turned over to go to sleep. Maybe next time I’ll have better luck.

  Chapter 2

  Kylie

  Having gone through my entire undergrad and now my graduate school at an Ivy League university, I had picked up on a few tricks to make my life easier. Always show up for class early, not to impress the professor so much as to get a good seat. It doesn’t hurt to introduce yourself and keep a running line of conversation with the professor because you’re the only one in the room. I had gotten recommendations and opportunities just because I’d had a semester full of one-line conversations with the professor to add to my stellar grade point average. These professors were often hard to get one on one time with, so half the time, students went through a class without ever having a conversation with them.

  When I arrived in my business management class, Professor Grant Evans was standing at the front talking to Professor Benjamin Ross. Professor Evans had only been there a few years, and Professor Ross was brand new this year, but I had taken a class the semester before where he was the Assistant Professor. They were both brilliant in their crafts, and I had specifically requested Professor Evan’s Business Management course this semester because of his fresh way of approaching the subject. The university was world-renowned and very traditional, but that tradition often left the classes dry and slightly behind when it came to real-world implementation. The younger professors always gave a nice, fresh look at the business world. Not to mention that the two of them were incredibly attractive, and it was kind of hot that they seemed to be friends too.

  “Miss Cook, you are early as always,” Professor Evans said, smiling. “And looking lovely as always.”

  “Thank you, professor.” I blushed.

  “Have you met Professor Ross yet? It’s his first-year teaching,” Professor Evans said, nodding toward the tall, muscular, and very hot young guy next to him.

  “Yes. I took your Intro to Ethics class last year,” I said, shaking his hand.

  “Call me Ben.” He smiled, holding my hand a bit longer than what was considered normal. “Are you enjoying Grant’s class? I hear he can be pretty boring in here.”

  “If you think tradition and quality are boring.” Grant scoffed, nudging Ben with his elbow.

  “I like this class,” I chuckled. “And I’m not only saying that because I’m currently enrolled.”

  “Smart girl,” Grant said, winking at me.

  I smiled back at him, keeping eye contact for a few moments before looking away. We were the only three in the classroom, and I could feel the flirtatious tension between us. They were incredibly charismatic, and visions of the two of them naked in my bedroom flew through my mind. I had always wanted to be with more than one man at a time, and though I would never be so bold as to put the moves on either one of them, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like.

  “Are you coming to the Halloween party tomorrow night?” Ben leaned against the desk and put one hand in his pocket. “Grant and I are going to knock everyone dead with our costumes.”

  “We are?” Grant looked up with a raised eyebrow.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I laughed.

  I sat down in the chair, feeling their eyes staring intently in my direction. The heat coming from them was very intense, and I could feel my skin getting hot. I liked how it felt having them looking at me, their eyes moving over my body. It was a serious turn-on thinking about them taking me right there in the classroom or in the back office where so many stories had floated around about students fucking their professors after class. The sound of other students coming into the auditorium tore me from my thoughts, and I bent down and pulled my notebook up onto the desk, getting ready for class.

  “I guess I’ll get out of your hair and let you try to do your job.” Ben laughed.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Grant said, shaking his head.

  As Ben walked past my desk, he ran his fingers over my notebook, looking down and winking at me. I bit my lip, trying to hide a smile but kept my eyes locked with his as he passed slowly by. Holy shit, one of the hot professors totally flirted with me in the middle of the classroom. As the class started and progressed, I found myself staring at Grant’s ass, thinking about having both of them at the same time. I had always been interested in the light BDSM, being dominated by one or more men at the same time, but I had never found anyone interested in doing so. I had dated a little bit in the past but never anything serious, and I could tell these two guys would definitely be good at taking charge and keeping me in my place.

  By the time the class was over, I was horny as hell, but I shook
it off, knowing I had no one to go home to. I stayed after class for office hours to work on my assignments but mainly to get a better feeling for Mr. Sexy-Professor-Number-Two, who made sure to catch my gaze in-between every conversation he had with a student. I could feel the electricity shoot through me every time he looked at me.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as I packed up my things. “Make sure you say hi.”

  “You bet,” I said with a flirtatious smile.

  I played it cool like I always did, asserting my independence and self-confidence, at least until I got through the doors and out into the hallway. I didn’t get giddy very often, especially over men, but my heart was racing, and I was definitely freaking out about everything that just happened. One of the biggest reasons I had no long-term relationships in my past was because I always ended up with men who were threatened by my self-confidence and my constant control of everything I did in my life. Maybe that was why I knew I would be a really good submissive. It was a break from my normal personality.

  I walked out to the parking lot and jumped in my car, heading to my apartment off campus. Piper was home, and I couldn’t wait to talk to her. Piper was my best friend and the manager of the coffee shop where I worked. She had been really supportive of me when I first moved to Massachusetts from California to start school. We both knew what it was like to have parental influences in our lives who owned businesses. Her parents owned the coffee shop where we worked, and my grandfather owned a very prominent publishing company. My mom was a single mom, my father having disappeared long before I could remember him. We never needed for anything, though, especially since my grandfather was extremely wealthy.

  Piper was bold, physically and personality-wise. She was tall and slender with bright blue eyes and gorgeous blond hair. She had gone to an online photography school and was doing pretty well with her photography business. We had met during my orientation when I escaped the tour and grabbed a cup of coffee. She always tried to lead me in the right direction, even when I thought I was being responsible.