Stepbrother Commands (His Twisted Game, Book Seven)

by Hawk, Chloe

  “What’s are the rules?” I whispered.

  He kissed my neck softly. “The rules are that you have to stand in the corner.” He kissed me again, this time on my collarbone. “Just like this. With your skirt up. And your bra down. Until I say you can move.” He kissed me on the mouth then, hard and deep, leaving me breathless and dizzy. Then the turned around and moved back to his desk.

  I stood there, my nipples hardening in the cool air of Cole’s office.

  The blinds were open, and I glanced over to the building across the street. I could make out a row of offices on the floor right across from us, and my cheeks flamed, realizing that if anyone working in that building decided to look out the window, they would see me, standing here, my half-naked body exposed.

  “Face forward,” Cole barked, and I snapped my head back and stared straight ahead.

  I wondered how long he would make me stand here like this.

  Five minutes?

  Ten?

  Forty?

  My cheeks flamed and my pussy ached with want.

  But Cole carried on with his day as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

  He took calls, worked on his computer, typed up documents.

  Every so often, he would glance over at me, making sure I was still standing there, facing forward, not moving. His eyes would rake over my body, and a look of satisfaction would pass over his face, like he was enjoying knowing how uncomfortable he was making me.

  He made me wait for about an hour before he finally stood up from his desk and walked over to me, and I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the torture was about to end. My legs were starting to ache from standing in the stilettos, and I was so horny for him, so turned on that he was dominating me in this way, that need radiated through my body almost unbearably.

  But he wasn’t done with me yet.

  Instead, he pushed my skirt up even further, making sure he had full view of my bare pussy. Then he slid a finger down over my wet slit, pushing it into my opening slightly before pulling it back out again.

  I moaned and he slid his finger into my mouth, making me taste myself.

  “You like that, baby girl?” he asked, his eyes wicked.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I like it.”

  He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Again.”

  “I like it.”

  “You like what?”

  “I like your fingers in my pussy.” My heart was thumping in my chest, hormones and electricity screaming and crackling through my body.

  But Cole released me and returned to his desk, leaving me in heat.

  He took a conference call, putting it on speakerphone, chatting with some of the guys from his tech department while I stood there in the corner like an animal.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see movement in the building across the way, and I thought maybe a fat businessman was staring at me. But I couldn’t be sure without looking, and I didn’t dare turn my head away and face Cole’s wrath.

  Another hour later, just as my toes were about to go numb from standing for so long in high heels, Cole hung up his phone and crossed the room to me.

  He stood a few feet away from me and licked his bottom lip thoughtfully, like he was trying to decide what, exactly, he should do with me.

  He walked over to me, reached out and untied my shirt, pulled it off my shoulders. He moved slowly, letting the fabric graze my skin as he undressed me. His hands found my breasts, massaging them roughly as his eyes locked onto mine.

  I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, took in a shuddering breath. My body was a tightly wound spring, ready to break free.

  “Avery. Open your eyes.” I opened them. “You will not defy me again. Do you understand?”

  I nodded.

  “You are not to see Jeffrey Adams ever, ever again. Do you understand me?”

  I nodded.

  He grabbed my hair again, pulled it back. “Say it.”

  “I won’t see Jeffrey ever again.”

  “Good girl.” He released me, then reached up under my skirt and ran his fingers over my pussy, finding my swollen clit and rubbing it hard. I was wet and slick from standing there for hours, my naked body exposed to him, doing what my stepbrother demanded of me.

  He turned me around and smacked his hand against my ass, so hard I knew it was going to leave a handprint. I cried out and he smacked me again, harder.

  “This is what happens when you disobey me, Avery,” he said, his voice stern. “This is what happens when you disobey your stepbrother.”

  He continued his assault on my ass, moving from cheek to cheek, his palm slapping against me, his hand big and strong as he spanked me.

  Every blow sent heat through my pussy. The pain was getting me so turned on that if he’d done just one more smack, I would have come without him touching me in any other way.

  But he stopped just short of my orgasm.

  “Not yet,” he growled, sensing I was close.

  He pushed me up against the windows of his office so that my breasts were pressed against the glass. My nipples hardened against the cold surface, and I could clearly see people in the building across the way, working away at their desks.

  I averted my eyes, not wanting to know if they would notice what was happening to me. Instead I looked down at the city below us, beautiful and busy. But I was here, with Cole, the two of us sharing something connecting and powerful.

  He pushed my skirt up all the way so that it bunched around my waist, and then I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his pants.

  A moment later in slid into me in one full stroke, his cock thick and hard as steel. He wasted no time, and instead began pounding me hard, holding my hips tight in his hands, letting me know he was in charge of me. My stepbrother took control of my body, fucking me hard and deep.

  I took all of him as my tits pushed against the windows, flattening out as he fucked me.

  “Turn around,” he groaned.

  I did as I was told and he lifted me up onto the windowsill so that my back was against the glass. He thrust his cock back into me, grabbing my hips and pounding me so hard I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. My tits bounced and he leaned down and took them into his mouth, his eyes locked on mine as his hips kept thrusting.

  I loved that he looked at me while he moved inside of me, loved that he kept my gaze as we fucked. It made me feel connected and close to him, and I bit my lip and moaned.

  “Shit, baby girl,” Cole said. “Your pussy is so good.”

  He pulled back again, rubbing my clit while he fucked me, making me feel small and powerless and dominated.

  “Cole,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  “You want to come, baby girl?”

  “Yes.” The word came out a whisper, my breath coming in rapid gasps.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said.

  I came on his dick, my pussy constricting on his shaft as he rubbed me. He reached down and held my chin firmly in his hand, forcing me to look him in the eye as I orgasmed.

  When I was done, he kept fucking me for a few moments, then pulled his cock out of my hole.

  “Spread your pussy for me, baby,” he demanded.

  I spread my pussy wide for him, pulling my lips apart so he could get a good look at my center.

  “You are so hot, Avery,” he groaned. He was stroking his dick in his hand over my core. “I’m going to come all over you.”

  A second later, he exploded, shooting sticky thick ropes of cum all over my clit and pussy. The shots were forceful, as they always were with him, and the amount of cum was surprising.

  When he was done, he took my hand and guided it down to my pussy, making me get my fingers wet and sticky with his seed. Then he pushed my hand up to my mouth.

  “Suck me off your fingers,” he said, his voice demanding and gruff.

  I sucked my fingers, enjoying the taste of his cum mixed with my juices, salty and a
crid. His shaft was still in his hand and he rubbed the head of his dick on my pussy, over my clit, rubbing his cum into me.

  I shuddered with pleasure as he pulled me up off the windowsill.

  He grinned. “Hey,” he breathed, pushing my hair off my forehead.

  “Hi.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and I collapsed against him.

  I’d never felt more close to another person in my life.

  **

  I cleaned myself up in his bathroom and changed back into my jeans and sweater. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes wild, and I did my best to make myself look presentable – smoothing my hair, reapplying my lip gloss, and adjusting my clothes.

  When I got back into Cole’s office, he’d spread a blue and grey plaid blanket out on the floor. There was a square leather basket with a handle sitting in the middle of it. Cole was sitting on the blanket, his shoes kicked off, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, one hand draped casually over his knee.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “Food.”

  “For us?”

  “Yes.”

  My heart leapt. He’d planned a picnic for us. I sat down next to him and he looked at me seriously.

  “Avery,” he said, his eyes serious. “I know when you hung out with Jeffrey you didn’t intend this to happen.”

  “I didn’t,” I said. “I wouldn’t have done anything I thought could put your business in trouble.”

  He nodded and then reached into the basket and pulled out a plastic container full of purple and red grapes, and two ham and cheese sandwiches on thick-cut multigrain bread. He fixed me a plate, like he’d done last night. Something had loosened between us, as if the knot of tension had dissipated. I wondered if he’d needed to punish me, to control me, to fuck me, in order for that to have happened.

  He took a bite of his sandwich and smiled at me. “You know what this reminds me of?”

  “What?”

  “That time you set the kitchen on fire making Jell-o.”

  “What?” I asked. “I did not set the kitchen on fire making Jello!”

  “Yes, Avery, you did. You were making red Jello and you dropped a towel onto the burner.”

  “Why would I drop a towel onto the burner?” I said. I took a purple grape and popped it into my mouth, the sweetness exploding in my mouth. The flavors were more intense than usual, and I wondered if it was because Cole could afford expensive fruit, or if it just tasted so good simply because I was with him, and that when I was with him, everything was better.

  “Because we didn’t have any pot holders,” Cole said.

  “I don’t even like Jello.”

  “You did that night,” he said. “The fire alarm went off and everything.”

  “Did the fire department come?”

  He gave me a look. “Right. Because your mom and my dad were always amenable to having government officials in the house.”

  “Good point.” I took a bite of my sandwich, which was just as good as the fruit. The ham and cheese had been slathered with an expensive-tasting honey mustard that was layered with flavor.

  “Cole,” I said slowly. “I just… where were you last night? When you went with Lucy?”

  “I told you,” he said, his voice tensing slightly. “I took her home.”

  “I know, but you were gone for an hour.”

  “We were talking.”

  “About what?”

  “She’s having a hard time with the break-up,” he repeated.

  “You said. But how so?”

  “She didn’t want it to be over.” He shrugged. “So she’s sad.”

  “And doesn’t she have any friends or anyone else she can talk to?”

  “No.”

  “No, she doesn’t have any friends? I find that kind of hard to believe.” Lucy was a beautiful model. How was sit possible she didn’t have friends? “Wasn’t she just out with her friends last night?” If she didn’t have any friends, who had she been out at the club with?”

  “Those aren’t her friends,” Cole said. “Her family – ” He shook his head, like he didn’t want to get into it. He reached out and ran the back of his finger over my cheek. “Avery, I don’t want you to worry about Lucy. I’m with you. Not her.”

  “I know,” I said, even though I didn’t. How could I trust anything Cole said when he was so secretive? When I was with him, when he was being like this, I felt so close to him, felt like he cared about me so much. I felt like was falling in love with him.

  But how could I fall in love with someone who wouldn’t let me in? It was impossible.

  I felt like I was fighting a two-pronged battle for Cole’s heart – on one side were all his emotional issues, his demons, his trust issues, his battle against the need to control me. And on the other side were all the girls who wanted him – Kalia, Lucy, and who knew how many others.

  It was frustrating.

  On the other hand, I had my own past, my own secrets that I hadn’t shared with him. I’d done things behind Cole’s back, too.

  “Avery,” he said tenderly, his hand still on my cheek. I reached out and took his hand in mine, and we gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

  But then a hard knock came on his office door, breaking the spell.

  Cole pulled his hand from mine like it was on fire.

  He stood up quickly, picked up the plates from the floor and set them on his desk. Then he grabbed the blanket and stowed it in the wardrobe in the corner.

  I stood up and smoothed my jeans and hair.

  It wouldn’t do for whoever was at the door to see Cole and I having a romantic picnic.

  “Cole!” a male voice boomed from the hallway.

  “I told you,” I heard Kalia saying. “You can’t just show up here without a schedule meeting. Mr. Buchanan is -- ”

  But the rest of her protest was drowned out by more banging on the door.

  As soon as Cole opened it, a man came bustling in.

  He was about thirty, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. His suit was expensive, and he wore a heavy silver watch on his wrist.

  Behind him came Kalia, a scowl pasted across her delicate features. “I told him not to bother you, Mr. Buchanan,” she said. “But as usual, he wouldn’t listen.”

  The man ignored him, which made me instantly like him. Any man who wasn’t swayed by Kalia’s blond hair and hot body was okay in my book.

  “Easton,” Cole said. “To what do I owe the honor?”

  “What the fuck is going on?” the man, Easton, fumed. “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “Because you’re a corporate lawyer, Easton, not a criminal attorney.”

  I caught Kalia’s eye, and she shook her head and looked away, dismissing me as useless.

  “I know, but you need to tell me about these things.” Easton ran his hand through his hair. “We can fix this, Cole, but it’s going to be tough. We need to make sure nothing else happens.”

  “Nothing else is going to happen.”

  “How the fuck did Jeffrey know all this?” Easton demanded. “We were so careful, Cole. The network was supposed to be hack proof.”

  Cole opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, his phone buzzed with a text. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked down at the screen, frowning.

  “It’s from Jeffrey,” he said. “A video.”

  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, my heart began to pound, and my stomach tumbled into a somersault.

  Cole hit the button to play the video, and everything began to move in slow motion.

  I couldn’t see the screen, but I could hear it.

  My voice.

  The video.

  Jeffrey had sent Cole the one thing I’d never wanted anyone to see.

  I grabbed the side of Cole’s desk. I tried to scream, “Stop!” but even though my mouth was forming words, nothing was coming out.

  Cole’s face went from confused to shocked to horrified.

 
; “What is it?” Kalia asked.

  “Cole?” the lawyer, Easton, demanded. “What is it?”

  The walls felt like they were closing in around me.

  And then everything went black.

  END OF STEPBROTHER COMMANDS, BOOK SEVEN

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