Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  Allie.

  She looks fucking beautiful. She's wearing some kind of lace dress that shows her long, tanned legs. She looks so gorgeous that for a moment I just stop and stare at her, wondering how an angel like this can exist on earth.

  Then my cock begins to harden against my pants as I think of all the times I've had her already and how amazing it was. If it were up to me, and if I had my usual authority over her, I'd drag her to my penthouse right now and fuck her again and again into the night. That's one way to show remorse—makeup sex.

  She catches my eye and notices that I'm staring at her. How could I not? She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

  She walks over to me, and I meet her halfway.

  "Allie, what are you doing here?" I say with a hint of hopefulness on my voice.

  "Hi, Xavier, or should I call you Stanley?" she says with a little bit of bitterness in her voice.

  I'll take it. I'll take whatever I can get as long as I can be in her presence. I feel so fucking horrible about what I did.

  "Do you see what we're doing here? We're making a new video, Allie. It's gonna show how your words were manipulated and misconstrued. It's gonna show the whole world how fast things can get out of hand."

  "You're really doing that?" she asks.

  "Of course," I say. "What happened with you, Allie, made me feel bad about what I did to your life, but it also taught me a huge lesson. I intend to make it my mission to help people that are painted in the wrong light within the media. I want our company to have a new set of standards where we only report the truth. You started all that. You inspired me."

  She looks around at all the action. There's a lot of money going on in here right now and it's all for her.

  She looks so beautiful that I wish I could put her in the video just for that starlight effect. But there's no way I'm putting her in front of the camera ever again, unless, of course, she wants me to.

  "Well, this is really great, Xavier. I'm glad you're turning such an awful thing into a good story."

  "Is that why you came by here?" I ask.

  She looks down at her feet and fidgets with her heels.

  "No, I actually stopped by because I need to say goodbye to you. I'm moving back home in a couple days and I just thought you should know."

  "What?"

  It feels like the wind is knocked out of me. She can't be leaving. She just can't.

  "You can't go anywhere, Allie. You belong here in the city."

  With me.

  "Well, I wish that were true. I'm just not booking jobs and I can't afford to live here anymore. I'm not even saying it's all your fault. I wasn't doing so well before I met you, and I guess you could say things have gotten even worse."

  I'm desperate to keep her here. The thought of her not being a few minutes from my side overwhelms me with anxious, possessive energy.

  "I'm not gonna let that happen, Allie. You can't leave. Your career is gonna get fixed. And what about working for Hard Pressed ? There's plenty of work for you as a model here and it will start your career over again."

  She looks at me for a second like she wants to take me up on my offer. She looks at me like maybe she wants to kiss me. So, I do her the honor.

  I kiss her then and there the middle of the studio so that everyone can see. I kiss her passionately and deeply like I've been dying to do for the past few days.

  Only this time, things are different because she knows it's me. There's no more deception and there are no more lies. Things are gonna be based on truth from here on out.

  This brings a new level to our connection. The fact that she knows I'm Stanley from her past and that we're repairing everything, well, it feels different. We've always been connected and that's only been enhanced now.

  She can feel my hard cock beneath my pants, I'm sure. I know she's getting turned on because her skin is flushed. I'm probably making her wet right here and now.

  "Baby, come back to my penthouse with me and we can talk more privately there."

  She nods her head and I take her out of there before she has a chance to change her mind. I call my limo and it pulls up right away. Pretty soon I have her in the back of it and it's just the two of us.

  I hope this is the beginning of our new adventure together. I hope this means she forgives me. But I just don’t know yet.

  We drive through the city, and though she tries to resist at first, I eventually make my way up her skirt. She gives me full access to her sweet pussy, and it's all I could've asked for.

  I'm about to cement my right to her and to make it real. She'll be screaming my name by the end of the night and we'll never be separated again.

  This is just the beginning of our beautiful story.

  Allie

  Xavier once again has me in the back of his limo and I can't believe I'm here. After all, he did try to prevent me from making it big in this industry.

  His tactics were underhanded and he nearly destroyed my life. But at the same time, through it all, he was always there, building me back up.

  It's weird really to know that Xavier is Stanley. He embodies these two personas that are one in the same. I loved him when he nearly nothing, a destitute nerd with a brilliant mind, and I love him today, the man behind the corporation.

  It's sad to know that a friend's betrayal almost led to our permanent separation. I hate to think of what Xavier thought of me all those years. To him, I was a conniving girl with no interest in what truly matters. To him, I was selfish and out for myself.

  And to me, he was the guy that took my virginity and then abandoned me, for what? I hated him for leaving, and I guess I too have been harboring a secret resentment towards him.

  Now, thank goodness, we are finally reunited. The winds of Fate have changed and managed to push us together once again. Maybe it's meant to be? Maybe he's the guy I've been yearning for all these years only I couldn't name the feeling?

  For now, it's good enough to be appreciating this moment with him. I'm dazzled by the limo and his luxurious lifestyle, but I'm more interested in him. Suddenly I have a thousand questions as to how he got here and what his life has been all these years without me.

  "Xavier, I want to get to know you all over again. You feel like a stranger now," I say as I gaze out the window.

  Rain is falling and it's cold outside. I feel warm and protected next to him, like finally not a thing could go wrong and I am where I've always been meant to be.

  He holds me tight and I welcome the touch.

  "I know, baby, but we have a lifetime for that. Right now, I just want to get you home and into a bath."

  Did he just say lifetime and home ? Those are forever kind of words, and I'm not used to hearing them. Our future feels so cemented and that actually feels nice. I guess I'm a little scared to be under his power and control for the foreseeable future, but what if it's okay to take that risk?

  I like being his. I like the way he owns me. There's a pleasure-pain principle working here that I never tire of. Xavier keeps me on my toes and there's no monotony between us. Dare I hope that this could be something pretty incredible?

  He works his hand along my upper thigh, trying to feel me up right here in the car.

  I push his hand away and scold, "Not yet. Please, honey, I just want to wait."

  "Fine." He pulls his hand back with disappointment, but I can tell he's not really too unhappy with me.

  I'll make it worth his while once we get upstairs and can light a fire. I've had a long couple of days and I'm definitely ready to unwind with him.

  We arrive at the building and by now the doormen know me.

  "Hi, Allie, nice to see you."

  I smile at him and make a note of his kindness for future reference.

  We walk inside and to the elevator. Once there, it's all I can do to tame Xavier. He wants it now. And he's a force to be reckoned with.

  I let him kiss me and nuzzle my neck, reveling in the sensations I thought were lost forever.
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  "Xavier, I'm dying for a glass of wine. First, please?"

  "As you wish."

  The doors open, and we walk inside. The city glitters beneath us. It's really incredible up here, a cozy abode away from the bustling streets.

  He goes to the wine fridge that's encapsulated by lights, and it covers nearly an entire wall.

  "What kind?"

  "Pinot, please. Thank you."

  I curl up on the rug after clicking on the fire. I need this moment to relax and to re-center myself. Being with Xavier tonight will be the first time that we've been together since my discovering the truth about him.

  I'm oddly nervous. We've had so many first times together and this seems like another one, an important one.

  I let myself gaze into the fire for several moments, soaking in the anticipation and then he comes over with my wine.

  I can tell he's ready. There's no holding back now. He wants to solidify this. He has since the moment he first saw me tonight.

  There's nothing more to hide. I'm all his. An open book. The realness of that scares me. It's so raw and vulnerable, a place I seldom go. But if this is meant to be then he'll take me as I am and understand the years of war wounds I've suffered in trying to make a name for myself, in being without him.

  I drink the deep purple liquid and it instantly soothes my over-excited nerves. I want this to happen. I want something special with Xavier, even if the notion of it scares me and means upending my life.

  He meets me down on the rug and gently tips me backward. The firelight is all there is in his dark place. The orange glow combined with city lights are the only thing that allows me to see his face, handsome and rugged.

  His eyes are peering into me and soon he makes his move. He pulls my clothes off, piece by piece and then does the same to himself. I try to cover myself with modesty but he pulls my hands away and pins them above my head.

  He's got me trapped under the weight of his frame. Slowly he goes about tormenting and torturing my nipples with his tongue. He kisses my neck and down my flat stomach that flutters under his touch.

  Then in one swift, rough movement, he flips me over so that I'm crouching on my knees. He takes two fingers and slides them into my pussy, making circular motions that push me into overdrive.

  Then he asks, "Do you want it rough tonight, baby?"

  "Yes," I murmur.

  I know it's the answer he wants. I know he'd do it anyway no matter what my reaction. He’s always better at judging what it is I want than I am. He's a connoisseur of pleasure and so I trust him to lead me anywhere.

  He's bent over me and he puts his wet fingers into my mouth.

  "Taste it," he practically snarls. "Taste yourself on me."

  I turn my head so that he can see me do it. I suck his fingers like they taste so good and I meet his gaze with a defiant reaction.

  This spurs him on and soon he's pulling me apart with rough hands, and then he just stares at my glistening, wet pussy.

  Everything's framed with a little mystery by the light of the fire.

  "I've been wanting to do this all day. Baby, you're mine. Understand?"

  I nod, but do I fully understand the implications of what he's just said? To be his forever is to be in a kind of prison, drawn entirely to him. That's the way he likes it, and if I'm being honest, I want it that way too.

  Only when I'm around him, when our connections make sparks, and when he's feeding me pleasure do I ever feel satisfied. This man is my future and he's also my past.

  He's what I've been dreaming about but never dared to obtain. He's the phantom in the dark who tormented me with fantasies of what could be. He's the love I never thought possible but secretly wished for.

  But now that this moment of eternal servitude is upon me, I feel frightened. His domineering nature is too much sometimes, and yet I know I will give in to whatever he wants of me. I can't say no. I don't want to say yes. But I can't say no.

  And that's it. He's entering me from behind harshly, but I whimper under his touch, hungry for more, always more. The satisfaction I glean from having him provoke me is indescribable.

  Our connection, as always, is at the forefront. It's unmistakable now that I know he’s Stanley, and since I can no longer hide, what is left but to give myself up to him?

  Xavier

  "God, fuck, Allie, you feel so good."

  Her pussy's so tight around me. The pressure's building and radiating heat within me.

  I fuck her intently and brazenly. She's mine at last. Only mine.

  "Yes! Xavier, please yes," she cries.

  I've got her ass situated firmly in my hands. Her hips are mine to move and direct. This is the first time I'm going to lay claim to her with the truth on the table. Everything's out in the open and there's no more deceit. I will never deceive her again.

  I'm Stanley, and she knows it. I damn near lost her because of my need for revenge, but I feel we're on the right path now.

  I should've always known that Allie is true. She has a certain kindness that's hard to come by. And a certain vulnerability that I find irresistible.

  I ease my cock into her, slowly back-and-forth, so she can feel every delicious inch. She wants it all and she wants it bad.

  Fucking Allie like this, when she really knows it's me, Stanley, well, it changes everything. All of a sudden, there are no more walls between us. She can't hide and neither can I.

  I'm the guy from her past, the man of her dreams.

  Looking at her beautiful body bent over receiving me, and cast in the light of a raging fire is so ideal. I never thought I'd fall for someone like this. And I certainly never thought it'd be Allie. But here we are. I will never leave her again.

  The past is the past, but this is our future. She's my future. I already know that one day I'll marry her. She doesn't know it yet, but I will make it official. It all makes sense finally. I'm meant to be with her.

  I don't know why I didn't see it before but it all makes sense now. I was meant to be with Allie and she with me. We only make sense when we're together.

  The resentment I felt towards her over the past has been transformed, like a goddamn butterfly, into something better. I wish I had known that she's never betrayed me, but at least I know that now. I plan to make every day with her count so that we can make up for lost time.

  I thrust into her and she's crying out, begging for more. She clutches at the rug trying to find a grip that will help her to sustain the force of my weight against her.

  She tries to spread her legs out wide, to accommodate some more of my length, but there's nothing she can do. I have her in my grasp and I take her my way. It's always my way.

  She seems to have succumbed to this fact and I think it makes us both happy.

  Having her bent over my plush rug screaming for more of me causes the intensity to build up. It rises in my cock and I become even more hard with every thrust.

  If I hold out, both of our ecstasies will last. If I give in now, it'll be over too quick. I like to draw things out with Allie. I like to be inside of her for as long as possible.

  "Good girl, baby, just take it in," I say to her in a soothing tone.

  Her body is clenching around me and it causes contractions to build up inside of myself.

  I hold onto her for dear life as I pump in and out, in and out. I'm fucking her so hard and her screams do nothing to calm the instinct. I need to be deeper and deeper inside of her. Electricity is shooting throughout my body and I don't how much longer I can hold on. The threshold is so near. Once I cross it, there's no going back. But first I have to make sure she comes.

  I slow my motion and bend over her so I can finger her clit. I circle and tease it with one hand while gripping her hip with the other. I need her in place and whimpering only for me.

  The combination of my cock thrust so deeply into her and her sensitive clit being stimulated is all too much. I'm damn near exploding, and she is too.

  "Xavier, I have to come
now, I have to," she practically screams.

  It's a good thing we're way up here in the penthouse where no one can hear us. She always screams my name and when she does, when she begs for it, it causes something to shift in me. I feel possessive over her in an inexplicable way. All I know how to do is to give into the joy of dominating her. I need it.

  I decide to give in. The intensity must subside at some point.

  "Yes, baby, it's time to come," I say.

  I delve into her couple more times and it sends both of us over the edge. We come at the same time. Her body clenches around me and the tightness causes me to contract. She's convulsing as I blow my load into her pussy.

  Her climax, her ecstasy, is like nothing I've ever seen. Her body contracts like nothing I've ever seen. She's shaking and quivering as the pleasure releases.

  I pull her in close and release the rest of my cum into her beautiful body. It's all over and we're just panting and trying to catch our breaths.

  I lay down on the rug next to her and the fire warms us. It's as if we both have finally gotten out the last remnants of anger and the torment of not being together is gone.

  If we hadn't been torn apart by one jealous friend, then our future would have started a long time ago. But at least now, we've found our back to each other.

  Our future is now. And there's no better way to celebrate that than having her holed up in my place.

  I plan on keeping her here and never letting go. My watchful eye will always be on her because now she's finally mine in every sense of the word.

  I get up and I take her wine and hand it to her. My baby needs a drink. Then I walk over to the windows that look out at the entire city. A fog has descended and it's starting to rain a little bit. Stormy weather is that much my emotions.

  I'm happy that Allie is here, that she's finally mine. I was never expecting this to come, but now that it has I can say I'm actually happy. For the first time in what feels like forever.

  Being with her comes with its own set of rules. I feel possessive over her in such a way that it frightens even me. My feelings run so deep and I guess we just have to ride that wave together.

  "Baby, don't you want to have a drink?" she asks me from her place on the rug where she's lounging languidly in front of the fire.