Brother's Best Friend's Package

by Cassandra Bloom

  His hand left my hair once again and I thought we were about to stop, but he spanked my ass the moment I slowed down. “Keep going.” He prompted.

  So, I kept my lips around him tightly, bobbing my head up and down as best I could. It was hard to focus on sucking him off while his hand ran down my body and onto my ass, squeezing the tender flesh. His fingers danced against my skin for a moment before he reached down, finding my dripping wet pussy. Without warning, he shoved a finger inside of me.

  I howled, moaning against his cock while it was throat-deep inside of me. My back arched and my toes curled inside my shoes.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He asked as he started to finger-fuck me hard and fast. It felt so good. Soon enough, he added another finger, going just as fast, stretching me out. I was panting and struggling to keep up when he added a third, stretching me to the point where I thought I would rip in half. Leo was merciless, going so hard that I could barely control myself.

  In an explosion of ecstasy, I climaxed – hard. So hard that I could not think, see, or function properly for a good minute. While I was in this sex-induced daze, he pulled me off his cock by the hair and sat me up on my seat. Before I could react, he had cuffed my hands together in front of me. A second later, he attached a small chain from the cuffs to the D-ring on my collar, making it impossible for me to lower my hands and touch myself. Again, he reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a bullet-shaped object. Without a word, he shoved it inside my already sensitive pussy, turning the vibrator to its highest setting.

  I was just coming down from my high when he locked the collar to the headrest, making it impossible for me to move very much without choking myself.

  “Enjoy the car ride.” He chuckled, both hands on the wheel now as he moved into the slow lane, taking his speed down to the proper limit.

  My eyes widened and I started to struggle against my bonds. “You can’t just leave me like this!”

  I bucked my hips into the air, the movement causing the chain to rattle.

  “Keep moving and I’ll just have to tighten your bondage.” He threatened, but I could barely even hear him. The vibrator was driving me wild. I wiggled my fingers, trying to reach the lock on my collar, but it was impossible.

  When I wouldn’t stop, he reached over, buckling my seatbelt. It locked into place, keeping me trapped in my seat.

  I groaned in sexual frustration, my breathing ragged and my heart working overtime. My whole body was surging with pleasure. I squirmed, getting close to the edge, but before I could climax for the second time, he switched the vibrator off.

  “Leo…” I looked over at him with great big eyes, hoping he would take pity on me, but he just smirked at me with a look of satisfaction.

  For the rest of the ride, he kept toying with me in this manner. He would turn down the vibrator and calm me down before he would spike it back up and send me to the edge. It was torture. Sweet, sweet, torture.

  Before we got home, however, he pulled into a vacant rest stop. We were the only car there. He got out and opened the passenger-side door with a smirk. “Quite the pinch you’ve gotten yourself into, haven’t you?” His grin deepened as he turned up the vibrator.

  I moaned loudly, tilting my head back and bucking my hips, dry-humping the air in desperation. My fingers tightened into fists, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he would let me cum.

  Nope.

  He turned it off again just as I felt a wave of pleasure course through my body. Without warning, he pulled the small bullet out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Slowly, he unlocked my collar from the headrest and unbuckled my seatbelt, pulling me out. Leaning me against the car, he held my cheeks in his hands, almost in a caring, romantic fashion. “Now… what should I do to you? Hogtie you and bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you from behind? Or tie you to a nearby tree, fucking you hard until your back is all red from the bark. Or would you rather I leave you here for the next guy that comes around…?”

  “No!” My eyes grew wide. “Don’t leave me here.”

  “Then beg for it.”

  “Beg?”

  “Beg for me to fuck you. Don’t think you can hide your lust from me. You’re practically dripping down your legs just thinking about it, aren’t you?” With his words, he reached between my legs, running his fingers along my slit. He flicked my clit ever so slightly, causing me to moan in white hot pleasure. I was so sensitive from the vibrator that a simple touch was enough to send me over the edge. “Tell me how you want it, you dirty girl.”

  He pulled his fingers away from my pussy and pressed them against my lips.

  “Open.”

  Hesitantly, I parted my lips and he pushed his fingers into my mouth. I was forced to taste myself, something I had never done before. My cheeks turned red with humiliation, but somehow, I felt myself getting even wetter. I was loving this. Maybe I really was a dirty girl…

  “You have thirty seconds to start begging before I tie you to that pole over there, completely naked, save for your high heels. There’s no telling what kind of men might pass by here and find a pretty thing trussed up for the taking…”

  I shivered at the threat and shook my head. “No…”

  “But, tell the truth, you aren’t scared of some guy taking you. No, you’re scared of not getting to be with me.”

  I nodded. “Yes! God… I want you so bad… please… please don’t leave me here. I… I want to be with you.” The words came spewing out of my mouth without my meaning them to. “I want to feel your cock inside my pussy. I want it so, so bad. I can’t think of anything else… Please, Leo. Fuck me!” I begged desperately, moving closer to him, pressing my body against his.

  He smirked and before I knew what was happening, he had me bent over the hood, my ass in the air. He squeezed it harshly before spanking it even harder, leaving behind an angry red handprint.

  Within minutes, I was hogtied on the hood of the car. It was warm against my now naked body. I could feel my heels pressing against my ass.

  Leo stepped back and I feared he was going to leave me there, but instead, I heard something rattling. Seconds later, the car started and the vibration of the engine rolled through my body, causing me to moan even louder.

  Faintly, I heard the sound of his pants being unzipped and then his hands were on my thighs, prying them apart. He dragged me to the edge of the hood, my breasts rubbing against the warm, smooth metal, my nipples so hard they ached.

  He spread my legs as much as my bondage allowed, his fingers running along my slit once more before I felt his cock against my entrance.

  I closed my eyes, squeezing my fingers together.

  All of a sudden, he rammed into me, tearing through my virginity without hesitation. I screamed at the top of my lungs at the shooting pain, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure as he started to rock his hips in and out of me, dominating every inch of me until I was screaming his name.

  He pulled on my hair, using it for leverage to get even deeper inside of me. I was struggling to keep up, my mind turning to putty, my breathing ragged and my hormones out of control. I never thought I would love this as much as I did, but he was driving me absolutely insane, winding me up until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I could feel his every inch. His every bulging vein. His throbbing member as he tore right through me.

  Soon, it was too much for me to handle and I screamed in pleasure, climaxing for the second time that night.

  Leo continued to fuck me, harder and harder, and I could tell, he wasn’t even close to being done.

  It was going to be a long, long night.

  Chapter 8 (Leo)

  I had fucked Elaine a week ago and still, the thought of her lithe body on the hood of my car was enough to drive me absolutely insane. Work made it impossible for us to have any more fun after that night, but that didn’t mean we didn’t sneak in the occasional break time treat. Even yesterday, she had been in my office, sucking me off underneath my
desk as I took a very important conference call. It had been difficult to keep my composure, especially when she started to fondle my balls, but somehow, I managed.

  She was definitely getting better and in time, she would be the perfect little pet.

  I glanced at my watch. It was already 11:30. Hoping to catch Elaine before she went down for lunch, I got up and headed for the seventh floor. I navigated through the maze of cubicles until I reached Elaine’s. The one beside hers was now empty since I had discharged Freddie shortly after he snitched on Elaine. No one liked a snitch.

  To my surprise, her workspace looked untouched, like she hadn’t come in. I walked over to a neighboring cubicle. “Excuse me, has Elaine come into work today?” The older man looked up in surprise. He quickly minimized something and tried to appear professional in front of his boss. It was obvious he was looking at porn. Half the traffic in this department was for porn sites.

  “Uh… Elaine?” There were beads of sweat on his temples.

  I rolled my eyes and left, heading for the fifth floor instead. There, I knocked on Mrs. Kilroy’s office.

  “Come in!” She called.

  I walked in to find her in her usual colorful attire.

  “Oh, Mr. Jacobsen…” She said, scrambling to tidy up her desk in my presence. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here until Monday morning. I haven’t finished those reports yet… but they will most certainly be done on time.”

  “That’s not why I’m here.”

  “Oh?” She asked, looking confused.

  “Can you check if Elaine Warren clocked into work today.”

  “Of course.” She logged into her computer, using a fancy pen to type. I always thought her typing method was strange and impractical, but Mrs. Kilroy was a good worker and I wasn’t about to judge. “It looks like… she hasn’t.”

  “Has she called in sick?”

  “Not from what I can tell.”

  I nodded. “Thanks.”

  “Certainly!” She called out, watching me leave.

  Outside her office, I grabbed my phone and dialed Elaine’s number. I started to walk down the hall, but by the time I reached the elevator, she still hadn’t answered.

  “Hello!”

  “Elaine –”

  “You have reached my voicemail! Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks! Bye!” Her voice was high-pitched and strange-sounding in the recording like it was a younger version of herself.

  I shook my head and dialed again, starting down the hallway once more.

  For a second time, I was sent to her voicemail. Why wasn’t she answering her phone?

  I called the elevator and rode back up to my office. I had access to all my employee’s information so I quickly looked up Elaine. I dialed her home phone number, hoping to reach her that way, but had no such luck.

  Where was she?

  In the pit of my stomach, I felt the weight of worry. What if something had happened to her?

  I remembered the military ball. What if…?

  No.

  It couldn’t be.

  ***

  I drove as fast as I could to her home. She lived in a decent enough neighborhood where the lawns were green and most houses were fenced-off with white picket.

  “124… 126… 130…” I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. Where was 128?

  I put the car into reverse, thinking I had missed something, but it was like Elaine’s house didn’t exist.

  So, I entered the address into my phone’s navigation.

  You have reached your destination!

  Growing frustrated, I parked the car and decided to go on foot. As I did, I noticed a small, narrow driveway that led to a house hidden behind the others.

  128.

  I jogged up to the door. Elaine’s white Camry was in the driveway. Maybe she was home after all.

  On the porch, nothing looked out of place. The rocking chair needed a little varnish and the coffee table had a stain on it, but nothing looked broken. Even the windows seemed to be untouched. Maybe I was worrying over nothing.

  I rang the doorbell, hearing it echo through the home.

  I waited and waited and waited.

  Nothing happened.

  I reached for the handle, but the second I did, the door swung back like it was already open. “Elaine?” I called out, slowly pushing the door back all the way, revealing a dark hallway. I crossed the threshold slowly, my military training coming to the forefront. There was obviously some sort of a break in. A very sophisticated one at that.

  I ground my teeth together, already thinking the worst, but I couldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe Elaine was just sick… and had accidentally left the door open.

  Once inside, I grabbed an umbrella from a holder behind the door, planning to use it as a weapon if need be. It wasn’t much, but if used correctly, it could cause quite a bit of damage with its steel tip. I tip-toed slowly, keeping to the shadows in case the intruder was still inside.

  I crept along the wall, heading toward the back of the house. “Elaine?”

  There was no answer.

  I walked into the kitchen, but there was still no sign of her anywhere.

  As I stopped by the window, glancing into her backyard, I heard a soft buzzing noise.

  It sounded familiar. Too familiar.

  Swapping the umbrella for a kitchen knife, I headed outside, keeping my guard up.

  Scanning the area, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

  The buzzing, however, continued.

  I looked up to find a drone perched on the roof. One of my drones.

  My eyes narrowed in suspicion.

  The drone moved, angling its camera toward me. Whoever was operating it was obviously watching me. My fingers tightened around the knife’s handle, my anger growing. Someone had gone after Elaine to get to me. I had put her in harm’s way.

  “I always knew you were a coward, Anthony,” I shouted at the small aircraft. “That’s why you can’t face me like a man. You have to hide behind a drone.” Uttering those words felt wrong in a way, memories springing forward from the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind.

  ***

  We were in the middle of Afghanistan. The sound of military artillery was a constant background noise. Men shouted at each other. Bombs went off. Whole buildings collapsed to the ground.

  Nearby, a mother held her daughter tight against her chest, trying to shield her from all the debris. When I had first enlisted in the army, I had tried to help the civilians, feeling sorry for their state of affairs. Their misfortune touched my heart in a way I couldn’t quite understand.

  Then one day, a little girl stabbed me. Luckily, I was wearing a protective vest so I wasn’t badly injured, but from that day forward, I was no longer so quick to trust.

  “We have to stop them before they level the whole camp.” My partner joined me behind the overturned tank I was using as cover. “I just got word they’re sending in suicide bombers. If we don’t do something now, we’re all dead.”

  I nodded, trying to pick up my gun, but my fingers were shaking. I had been awake for 48 hours, trying to stay alive. The danger of being shot or even blown to pieces was lurking around every corner. I had seen it happen to my comrades, their body parts flying in different directions. I had pressed my hand to gaping bullet wounds, my hands turning crimson, only for them to die in a matter of minutes. I had dug more graves than I could count, one of my vest pockets filled with dog tags that would hopefully make it back home to their families.

  “You can’t go out there.” Anthony placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it slightly. He tossed a heavy box in my lap. “Stay here. Fly the drone. I’ll cover you.”

  I shook my head. “You can’t. You’ll be killed. Let me do it.”

  Anthony just smiled. “Nothing can kill me. Do you know how many times bullets have whistled past my ears and I’m still standing to tell about it? Don’t let me down.”

  W
ithout another word, he got up, charging into the heat of battle.

  I gulped, knowing I had no choice but to man the drone. I opened the control pad and started it up. I had only flown a drone once before and it was in a controlled practice field. With my fingers still shaking, I guided it in the right direction, determined to wipe out the threat with one well-aimed blast. That’s all we needed.

  Boom!

  A grenade went off no more than a dozen feet away from me.