Taboo Step Surrender (Steamy Twenty Book Box Set)

by Steply, Virginia

  We were twins, and he had a soft spot for our big brown eyes and long blonde hair. So much so that he had spoiled us rotten. We knew the game: do what he said and he would take care of us unconditionally. It was really very simple. And it wasn’t hard to get our way. We would fuss a little, he would threaten to cut us off, and then we would give in to his demands and we would end up with what we wanted in the first place. It was the same thing every few months.

  Bryce only had one child of his own, a son named Avery. He could be a real jerk, but he was also one of the hottest and most eligible bachelors in all of Orange County. A well-known fact that allowed him treat women like toys, using them until he got bored and then throwing them aside. Month after month the poor girls would line up shamelessly, hoping to be the next Mrs. Avery Snow. Avery stood to inherit all of daddy’s money, his company, even his mansion in Beverly Hills. But we knew Bryce well enough to know that he would make sure we were taken care of.

  Amber pranced before us in a tizzy. “No Omega Phi walks around in Granny Panties! So I hope you wore your sexiest lingerie! You’re about to be judged by the hottest frat boys in town: The Alpha Omega Delta!!!

  The girl next to me turned, her face horrified. She sputtered a few incomprehensible words and then her chubby little fingers cinched her lips closed. I took a step back just as she started to heave. I guess she was nervous to be seen in her granny panties.

  “Oh my lord, that is disgusting! Betty Lou DO NOT puke in here!” Amber screeched through the microphone, further mortifying Betty Lou as all the girls turned to watch and snicker.

  She glanced up at me at one last time, a look of loss having taken hold and contorted her face into a sadness I had rarely seen expressed. It was pathetic, but it was far from surprising. Most of these girls did nothing but chatter incessantly about how their lives would be over if they didn’t get through initiation. We all depend on acceptance, and for poor little Betty Lou, her life was over. Some of the girls were laughing now as Betty ran out of the room and disappeared into the hallway.

  “Alright sluts, I take it no one else is wearing their bloody Sundays?” Amber pranced around in front of us, one hand held over her bum and the other over her face, mocking Betty Lou.

  “Now, if the real OMEGA PHI girls are ready, prepare to impress your men. But first, grab your blindfolds!”

  “Venice, isn't the Alpha Omega Delta Avery’s frat?” Chastity asked.

  “Yeah," I replied, "and you can bet he’ll be here since he knows dad made us pledge.” As if this whole experience weren’t bad enough. Now we would have Avery recapping the events and taunting us for the next two years.

  Chastity locked her hand with mine. She had always been more timid than me, and I knew prancing around in her panties wasn’t her idea of a good time. We were a good team though, and I knew she wouldn’t let me down. We needed this as much as Betty Lou did, only our livelihood really did depend on it.

  “Alright girls. The Alpha’s are coming in, and you’d better hope that they pick you! There are only twenty of them, and forty of you, so do your best to claim your man, because the ones who are left behind will not move on to the next round! Now put on your blindfolds!” We got our blindfolds fitted to our faces just before the guys entered the room.

  “Remember, if you are picked you’ll have to keep them entertained for seven minutes; if they lose interest they can swap you out for a different girl and you’ll be left in the loser's circle!”

  I held my chest out and pouted my lower lip. I knew Chastity would be doing the same because we did just about everything alike without even trying. We were definitely the cream of the crop, and I wasn’t at all surprised when someone took my arm and began leading me away through the darkness. I heard Chastity let out a little whimper as she, too, followed someone through the darkness of her blindfold. When the door closed behind me I said a little prayer for Chastity.

  The guy that picked me growled softly, and his hands traced my neck and jawline. ‘Seven minutes,’ I thought with irritation. It wasn’t all bad, though. My body responded to the stranger, and I felt goose bumps rise along the tracks where his fingers had traced. He pulled me forward slowly, and I knew he was going to kiss me. I could feel his breath and smell the scent of his cologne. Our lips met, and slowly, sensually our kiss fell into a perfect rhythm. I felt the place between my thighs growing instantly damp, a dull ache building.

  It wasn’t like I was a slut, but I wasn't a virgin, either. Maybe that was why this whole experience could turn me on so quickly. I put my hands out slowly, tracing the lines of his body beneath his shirt. It was a muscular body, lean and tight. I felt a shiver slowly creep down my back and to my toes as his fingers outlined my cheek. His lips parted from mine, and I fell clumsily into his arms; his kiss had literally left me dizzy.

  Slowly he pulled the blindfold up and the world came into focus. He was breathing heavily as his eyes burned into mine. His jaw came to a strong point, lips full and inviting. I could see the greenish brown glow of his eyes even in the darkness, and I instantly wished I could get lost in them. He was so damned attractive, seven minutes was much less than I deserved.

  “Why are you here, Venice?” he asked curiously.

  Should I tell him about Bryce? Why would he even care? And how did he know my name for god sakes?

  “You must be friends with Avery,” I said confidently. “It’s not like I want to be here, but daddy makes the rules,” I replied, my voice sounding more stuck up than I had expected.

  “And 'daddy' wants you and your sister to be prissy little sorority bitches?” he growled, his hands caressing the bare skin below my little red bra. I could feel my body responding to his touch, even though he practically just called me a soon-to-be bitch.

  “Well, we like to keep him happy,” I responded.

  “Do you always keep the men in your life happy?” he replied, pressing his lips to mine again and sending a wave of pleasure deep into my belly.

  “Not always,” I bit my lip, staring at him like an innocent little girl. “Only when they have something I want.” My voice had taken on a seductive, babyish tone, and as I watched his eyes glaze over, I knew he loved it.

  “Well what does your daddy have that you’re willing to go to such great lengths to get your hands on?” He took a step forward, pressing his thigh between my legs and up against my sex.

  I gasped, unable to contain the thrill of the moment. “Well,” I panted, “he’s rich, and he likes to spoil Chastity and I… but only when we follow his rules.” I rocked my hips against his, feeling the stiffness of his cock.

  He was practically eating out of my hand, and I was sure there couldn’t be more than a minute or two left. Although, when I thought about it, I might have preferred to remain locked in a room alone with a guy like…

  “’I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” I smiled.

  “Christian. If you’re only here to gain daddy’s approval and financial backing, why don’t we get out of here and you can try to gain mine instead. Besides, it would be a whole lot more fun.”

  “And just what would I be gaining? Your approval?” I rocked my pussy up and down against his thigh, “Or your financial backing?”

  “Well, that depends on just how far you're willing to go to please me.”

  I slowly bent down to my knees and opened my mouth, running my teeth along his shorts and the length of his stiffness. His body was tense and I could hear him breathing raggedly though he was struggling to remain calm.

  Amber’s voice came through the door loudly, making us both jump. “All right, ladies! If you’re with your man then consider yourself moving on to the final round!”

  “Why don’t you give me your number, and you can call me later and find out just how far I’d go.” I winked at him as I turned to leave.

  He was practically out of breath, and now he was stroking himself through his shorts, probably wishing we’d had just a little more time. I felt like some sort of s
ex goddess, leaving him there panting and desperate for more.

  “Venice, hold on.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He then took out a pen and scribbled a number onto a bill. “I’ll expect your call tonight.” He handed me all the cash, not just the hundred dollar bill that he had written his number on.

  I flipped through the stack quickly and felt the place between my thighs grow wet as I realized it was over a thousand dollars, nearly all in hundreds. Maybe being in a sorority wouldn’t be so bad, not if we got to meet the cream of Orange County’s crop! I swung my hips as I went back into the other room, feeling like a million bucks.

  That night when we got home I sat my sister down and told her exactly what happened, pulling out the cash and smiling as if I’d won the lottery.

  “So are you actually going to call him?” she asked eagerly.

  “Well, it couldn’t hurt. You know, daddy isn't going to be around forever. Besides, I want to have some fun with this one.

  My heels clicked loudly as I walked up the drive to Christian’s doorstep. The house was large, even larger than I had expected, and the yard was impeccably kept. Christian had money; that was undeniable. I stopped at the top step, checking myself in a tiny mirror to ensure that everything about me was perfect. I reached up, deciding to use the knocker rather than the doorbell.

  “CLACK, CLACK, CLACK”

  A light flicked on inside and I could hear footsteps approaching. The door opened wide, and there stood Christian, staring at me the way a fat kid does cake. I slowly opened my silk wrap, dropping it to the floor to reveal my perfectly bare body. With nothing but heels I stood there, proudly showing him what I was most proud of.

  “I…wow. Marry me now,” he exclaimed, adjusting the fabric of his shorts as if they were suddenly constricting him.

  “I would absolutely consider it, but not without a taste of what I’d be getting into,” I rocked my hips seductively.

  Christian was still in shock and it was all he could do just to invite me inside. I had never been so forward with anyone, but it was fun playing the role. I liked the thought of giving him the illusion of his power. It made me feel naughty, and from the heat coming from between my legs, it also made me wet.

  “So,” I said innocently, "What do you want me to do to win your approval?”

  I thought Christian would be the same flustered boy that he had been at the door. I considered toning my act down until he caught up with my momentum, but I was wrong.

  “Well, I guess you're just going to have to turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles so I can get a good look at you,” he said sternly, his voice a low growl.

  “Oh yes sir!” I squeaked, turning away from him and slowly stroking my fingers down my thighs, my calves, and all the way to the floor where I laid my palms flat.

  Christian let out a moan. I could see his feet as he stepped closer, his hand cupping my ass cheek as his finger slid along the slick pink flesh that was now on display.

  Christian released his grip, one hand steadying my back as the other gave me a hard spanking.

  I let out a little yelp as his forceful slap stung my butt cheeks. Once again his open hand came down, harder this time, and I yelped a little louder. Once more, and then again, and again, until each time he slapped my ass I was letting out a desperate cry of pleasure.

  When he had enough he didn’t waste any time. Christian lifted me over his shoulder and began walking me towards a bedroom. All the while his hand was between my thighs, his fingers teasing me but never pleasing my need to be filled. He threw me down hard onto the bed, and a shiver ran down my spine. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide.

  “I like it rough,” I told him, expecting him to fuck me right then.

  “And rough is exactly the way you’ll get it,” he agreed.

  His eyes were by now wild with lust, and my body was hot with desire. I had never done anything like this, and the thrill of novelty was practically enough to make me cum right there without ever having fucked him at all. Christian bent down out of view, and when he came back up I saw that he had a leather strap in his hand.

  “Do you like it when I’m in control?”

  “Yes sir, I like it,” I said as demurely as I could.

  His hands were on a mission, and soon, I was spread four ways, each of my limbs tied tightly into place. I could squirm, but not enough to protect myself as he began to tease me. His fingertips ran up my sides, giving me sensual chills. Another touch traced the bottom of my foot, making me squirm. His body straddled mine, and from the smile on his face I could tell he enjoyed watching me buck and pant.

  Christian unbuttoned his shorts and slid out of them, his body muscular and tanned, and all I could imagine was his cock thrusting deep into my belly. I let out a whimper to let him know just how badly I wanted him.

  “Don’t worry, Venice. You’re going to get more of this than you can handle.” His lips turned up into a devilish grin, making me wonder what he had up his sleeve.

  He didn’t make me wait to find out--he immediately pressed his stiff rod to my heat. “I want to hear you scream,” he growled.

  His thick, bare cock plunged deep within me, sending heat radiating in all directions from my tummy. I gasped and let out a little scream. His hips bucked up and into me, harder each time. I felt the leather ties pulling against his thrusts, letting his thick cock plunge deeper.

  Christian opened the drawer of a night stand next to us and pulled out a little box, removing a small device from inside. With his cock still inside of me he pinched the soft flesh above my clit. His touch made me squirm, and I let out a loud moan to let him know that I was enjoying myself. He then took a controller and turned the device on. I felt the vibration slow, steady and delicious. Christian thrust rhythmically as he slowly began cranking up the frequency of the little vibrating pearl until my pussy started practically convulsing. I let out a whimpered moan, my body threatening to cum.

  My nipples tightened as he cranked the device higher.

  “Too much!” I cried out, bucking my hips and trying to stop the vibrations from coming.

  He was grinning down at me in delightful bliss as my body was wracked with pleasure and pain. The little pearl buzzed even faster, and I bucked and screamed for him to slow it down, it was too much to handle but I was helpless to stop him.

  “Ooh, oh! Please, please stop!” I cried, my body was shuddering and shivering with pleasure despite the wild urge to buck the little device from my body. I could feel his dick hard between my thighs, my struggle only driving him deeper.

  “Come on, Venice! Ride that cock, make me cum, baby!” A moment later he lowered the frequency back to where my body could handle the vibration.

  I could feel my insides shuddering and convulsing, and the smooth rhythm drove me to my peak. With every muscle in my body I flexed and worked my hips hard against him, massaging his dick as I moaned out in wild ecstasy. He moaned loudly, and I knew he was about to lose himself. Just the sound of his pleasure was enough to send me over the edge, and I let out a loud scream of pleasure and my pussy tightened around his thickness. I could feel the waves of pleasure tugging his dick deeper into my belly, coaxing his cock to unload.

  “Oh yeah. That’s it, I’m cumming,” he declared in a strained voice, droplets of sweat forming at his temples.

  I felt his cock pulse once, and a heavy burst of his juices filled my hungry slit as he slowly slumped down and onto the bed next to me, his cock randomly pulsing as he recovered.

  “That was amazing,” Christian said softly, his fingertips gliding over my glistening skin.

  “I would have to agree, sir.”

  “I bet if you were to do that for your step dad you’d never have to worry about money again,” Christian laughed, satisfied with my performance.

  A week later spring break had arrived. Chastity went with her “new boyfriend” on a "top secret" vacation. She had been so secretive and dramatic ever since our pledg
e to Omega Phi that I was honestly looking forward to a break from her antics. I, on the other hand, was headed home to spend the weekend lounging by the pool.

  Bryce was happy to see me. He had expected Chastity and Avery to come home as well, but apparently they both came up with plans "at the last minute." Bryce worked a lot, so it looked like I was in for a very slow week. I was hoping that maybe one of my old high school friends would be home for the week as well, but as of yet, I hadn’t heard anything.