My Stepbrother the Dom (Stepbrother Romance)

by Arabella Quinn

  I stifled a yawn and felt my stiff spine loosening a bit. “It was Julie’s fault. I thought I was going to see a grunge band.”

  Did I just lean against his chest or had his arm pulled me closer to him? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t have the energy to sit back up again. I closed my eyes and breathed in his earthy male scent. It was intoxicating.

  “So, you’re friend lied to get you here?” His arm was wrapped around me securely.

  Without thinking, I snuggled closer to him. My thoughts were getting harder to formulate; I was so damned tired suddenly. “Well, she didn’t exactly lie. It just turned into a big disaster. I should…”

  I was drifting off to sleep…

  My hand was drifting across his chest, exploring the hard planes of his muscles. I was in heaven in his arms.

  Suddenly, I was standing before Master Royce. I unsnapped my bra and let it fall to the ground. Then I was peeling my panties off. I stood before him totally nude. He pulled me against his hard length.

  Then I felt his hands on my body- one squeezing my ass, and one sliding down my stomach and then between my legs. When his fingers delved into my core, I was wet and ready for him. His rhythmic ministrations left me breathless. My clit was greedy with need and my pussy throbbing with desire. Every stroke of his fingers brought me closer. Any moment I would fall apart. I cried out in ecstasy at last when my orgasm violently exploded.

  I jolted awake.

  The dream.

  Master Royce.

  “Oh. God. Oh God. Oh God.” I was cuddled in Master Royce’s lap. I had fallen asleep.

  Master Royce’s voice sounded slightly strained. “Don’t worry. You just fell asleep. No big deal.”

  No big deal? That dream? Was the orgasm just a dream or did it really happen? Did Master Royce know that I just had an orgasm while I slept in his lap? Holy shit! No big deal.

  I tried to jump up and out of his lap, but he held me firmly in place. My panties were soaked and I’m sure he could feel their wetness against his thigh. “Hold on, April. Don’t run away.”

  I had to get out of there. “Let me go. I just want to leave.”

  “Wait.” He loosened his grip on my arms, but his steely thigh had my leg trapped in place. “I can get your money back for you.”

  I looked at him in surprise, but shook my head. “No, this is all my fault. And I took up your time.”

  “Don’t worry about that. I’ll talk to Betsy.”

  I looked at him pleadingly. “No, please don’t. That would just make this more embarrassing than it already is.”

  “Okay. I won’t. But, don’t be embarrassed.” He kissed the top of my head and then let me go.

  This time I made it off his lap. I shot over to my pile of clothes and began stuffing my legs into my pants. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

  “Good-bye, April.” A few seconds later, Master Royce was gone. He walked out the door leaving me scrambling to get dressed.

  A shuddering sigh wracked my body. I zippered and buttoned my jeans and then picked up my wrinkled blouse. My fingers stumbled on the buttons, but finally I was dressed.

  Chapter 5

  AVA

  Luckily, I ran into Sasha in the hall, because I was hopelessly lost. “Have you seen the girl that I came here with? Julie?”

  “There you are, April!” Sasha smiled kindly at me. “Your friend has been waiting for you at the bar. Come with me, I’ll take you there.”

  She turned me around, led me down the hall and then through some ornately trimmed double doors into a huge common room filled with people. And sex.

  I felt my cheeks flaming as I tried to avert my eyes, but it was impossible because there were sex acts going on all around me. A woman tied to a post and being flogged. A threesome in the heat of action. Naked couples. Moaning. In my shock, I could barely keep my feet moving after Sasha.

  Finally, toward the back of the room, I saw the bar. I rushed over to Julie when I saw her sitting at a barstool, casually watching the activity all around us.

  She saw me approaching. “What’s up with that crazy mask?”

  “Jules,” I said in a panic, “let’s get out of here.”

  Julie held up her hand. “Hold on. I’ve got to finish my drink. I’m almost done. You want one?”

  “No. C’mon. Hurry up.” I scanned the room, praying I wouldn’t see Master Royce.

  “Alright. Jeez.” Julie finished her drink and grabbed her purse. “Anyway, these drinks are a big rip-off. Fifteen bucks a drink! Can you believe that?”

  I heard the whining in my voice. “Please, Julie. Hurry.”

  When we made it out to the parking lot without running into anyone, especially Master Royce, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you okay to drive?”

  Julie assured me she was fine. “I was getting bored waiting for you for so long, but I behaved myself and only had one drink. See how responsible I am?”

  I got into the passenger seat. “Right. And the fifteen dollar price tag had nothing to do with it?”

  As she started the car, she glanced over at me slyly. “So, what did take you so long, anyway?”

  I fidgeted in my seat. “How long was I gone for?”

  Julie raised her eyebrows. “An hour and a half. Didn’t you get the one hour beginner’s package?”

  “Yes.” I fiddled with the seatbelt to avoid her probing eyes. “Master Royce was running a bit late, I think.”

  “Uh huh.” She didn’t sound convinced. “Did you orgasm?”

  My stomach flip-flopped. How did she know? “What do you mean?”

  She laughed at my stricken expression. “I orgasmed like four times!”

  “What?” I was shocked at her revelation.

  Julie was bubbling with excitement. “Master Kevin was amazing. He was dressed like a gladiator. A fucking gladiator! Can you believe it? He had me moaning like a porn star. I couldn’t believe what he could do to my body.”

  “You let him do stuff to you?” I choked out.

  “I swear, he could snap his fingers and I would cum for him- practically on demand.”

  I imagined Master Royce making me orgasm, and not in the dream sense, and I felt a tightening ache in my pussy. It was a good thing Julie couldn’t see my flaming red cheeks in the dark car.

  Julie started the car. “So, what did you do with Master Royce?”

  I slumped back against the car seat. “I fell asleep on him.”

  “What?” Julie’s head whipped around. It was her turn to be shocked.

  “I guess our ‘scene’ didn’t go too well,” I groaned.

  “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Ava!” Julie sounded sincerely horrified for me. “You must have gotten a dud. What kind of Dom is that? Putting you to sleep! And you wasted all that money!”

  I waved off her sympathy. “Let’s just forget about it.”

  Julie shook her head. “I can’t forget about it.” Her enthusiasm began growing as she spoke. “It was worth every single penny I paid for it. It was literally the best experience of my life. I can’t wait to go back. Maybe you can go back and request Master Kevin? Forget about that lame-o, Master Royce. He obviously doesn’t know how to please a woman.”

  “Whatever, Jules. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Please, just get me home.”

  I closed my eyes, hoping Julie would stop talking about it. Instead of escaping from the situation, closing my eyes made it worse. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t banish Master Royce from my head.

  Chapter 6

  COLE

  Three months is a long time. And yet it’s fucking nothing.

  I was a Dom. A fucking Dom! I’d followed Dave around for weeks and then suddenly I was putting into practice everything I had learned. According to Betsy, I was doing a spectacular job. At first, I was kind of incredulous that the ladies were digging it – especially the ridiculous gladiator costume. I felt like the biggest fraud.

  To my amazement, the ladies kept returning and bringin
g new friends. We had to hire another ‘level 1’ Dom. The first new hire didn’t last long, but the next one, Kevin, seemed to be working out. Everyone at the club was happy. We satisfied the ‘one-timers’ and the ‘lookie loos’, as Betsy called them, who weren’t into the real BDSM scene. Johnnie and the other Doms were extremely grateful that they didn’t have to deal with those types of clients anymore.

  Business was booming, and I was getting paid handsomely. If I continued to earn money at the same rate, I’d be out of debt in a few months. Every hour that I worked, I knew was leading closer to my freedom - freedom from the debt that hung painfully around my neck like a lead anchor.

  Luckily, the loan shark was satisfied with my steady payments. No wonder he was, at this rate of payment, the interest was ballooning to turn out to be about five times the amount the actual loan was. I had been a world-class fool to end up in this situation, and I vowed I would never make that mistake again.

  Though I was busy patting myself on the back about how well I was pulling off this Dom thing, it only took one client to make me realize that I really had no clue.

  The first thing I saw when I opened the door to the Red Room – a room that didn’t have a lick of red color in it; I was told that the ladies who wanted my service would understand the reference – anyway, it was the fancy feathered mask she wore. It stopped me in my tracks as I fought back the laughter. First rule of being a professional Dom – never laugh at your clients.

  I sobered up quickly when I remembered my own costume. Betsy insisted that the gladiator costume would give me an undeniable sense of authority. She picked out the gladiator theme because she said it matched my build. Unfortunately, she told me all this at a fucking staff meeting, in front of everyone. I’ve had to endure a lot of ‘glad he ate her’ jokes ever since.

  Besides the wack-o mask, I thought this session would be just another hour clocked on the job. Man, was I wrong. First, I glanced at her card. Her name was April. Then I noticed all the scribbled marks below her name.

  Every once in a while, there was a notation on a client’s card. It would mention her hard limits. The most common notation I found was ‘no anal play’. Thank God I didn’t have to worry about that at Level 1. I wasn’t into playing with strange women’s assholes too much.

  April’s card was filled up. No nudity. No blindfolds, etc. No sex. No whips, etc. No restraints, etc. No anal. No nipple clamps.

  Holy shit. I stood staring at the card. What the fuck was I going to do with this girl?

  I glanced over at her slouching form in the center of the room. “Sit up straight.”

  I used what I called my Dom voice, deep and commanding. She sat up right away. Good. Next, I circled her slowly, trying to figure out what the fuck to do with her.

  She looked kind of young, but it was hard to tell with her mask on. I asked her about the safety video. Her timid answer gave me the opportunity to exert some authority and set some ground rules.

  I pulled firmly on her hair, forcing her to look at me. “When you address me, show me some respect. You may call me Sir.”

  She was sufficiently intimidated, but she didn’t look like she was enjoying our exchange at all. I made her tell me her safe words, just so I was sure she knew how to stop our scene.

  I could see that she was trembling as I had her stand and told her to remove her shirt. I watched her reactions carefully. There really was an art to being a good Dom. You had to watch for subtle clues to see how the sub was doing. A hitch in her breath could be nerves or it could be excitement. A slight tremor, goosebumps, posture - all could give clues to the mental state of the sub.

  Mostly, I had dealt with horny housewives. A few times, though, I felt a glimmer of something more with a client. Usually, it was just a quick flash when I saw a look of complete trust in their eyes.

  With April, something was different. Things were going horribly wrong. I figured I’d just tease her skin with the end of a flogger or something. What else could I do with her? But I needed some bare skin first.

  She looked like she was about to keel over. I reassured her that she wasn’t going to have to get naked and waited an eternity while she struggled to unbutton her shirt. She finally peeled it off.

  Damn, she had been hiding quite the rack under her shirt. I didn’t want to stare, because she was as skittish as a cat in water, but her tits were perfect and her hardened nipples were begging to be touched. I felt a stirring in my shorts, something that was surprisingly uncommon while I worked.

  “Now, take off your pants.” I demanded in my Dom voice.

  It took some stern words to make her comply. Was it possible that someone who came to this club could be so innocent? She was acting practically virginal.

  Finally, after she handed me her jeans, I was able to get a good look at her body. My cock tightened painfully in my shorts. So much for being in complete control.

  She was definitely young. Her legs were long and lean, and her stomach was flat. She wasn’t soft and rounded like the more mature ladies that frequented the club. Fuck, was she even old enough to even be in this club? Had she passed Betsy a fake ID?

  I stood gawking at her body like a fourteen year old, trying to control my boner. Then, I saw it.

  Her fists were clenched. She was breathing heavily. She wasn’t just trembling- she was swaying on her feet. Shit, her legs were about to give out on her.

  The next thing I knew, I was stopping the session before it even started. I pulled her over to the couch and onto my lap. I needed to calm her down - dispel the panic that I saw in her eyes.

  I had been learning the importance of ‘after care’ from following Dave around, but I’d certainly never had to use it with the basic level 1 shit that I was doing. But, I’d never fucking heard of ‘before care’. We hadn’t even done anything, but this girl was clearly frightened out of her mind.

  I wrapped the blanket around her and tried to figure out how to help her. Jesus, I felt so bad that my inexperience had caused this. I tried to warm her up; her body felt so cold.

  When she seemed a little better, I tried to talk to her. Why the fuck had she come here? She was telling me a little about herself, when I felt her snuggling up to me. Jesus Christ, her movements shot through me like an electric current - with a direct line to my dick.

  Her ass was wiggling provocatively against my rock hard cock. And her palm was sliding over my chest. Her fingers traced a fiery trail over my skin, softly exploring.

  I clenched my jaw in agony. Holy hell! What the fuck was this? I wanted to flip her over and fuck her silly. The need in me was fierce. I hadn’t fucked a woman since I had started this insane job.

  I looked down at her, the urge to kiss her roughly and show her my burning need, was almost overwhelming. And then, I realized she was asleep.

  The fuck? My head fell back against the top of the couch as I sighed with frustration. She was sleeping? I was mystified. What was I supposed to do? Wake her up? This wasn’t in the ‘How to be a Dom’ manual.

  In the end, I let her sleep. She was cuddled up so comfortably on top of me. I held her close and made sure she stayed warm. At one point, I saw Johnnie peering in the door window. When Master Jay wasn’t with a client, he was usually mentoring the younger Doms or acting as a monitor for the club. Johnnie nodded his head at me, and then left. I took it as a sign of approval.

  It was some time later when April’s quiet moans and her twitching limbs roused me from my daze. She was still sleeping, but she seemed to be agitated. I tried to soothe her by gently rubbing her arms.

  Her moans grew heartier and her hips started grinding into me. That’s when I realized she wasn’t exactly agitated. I watched her in amazement as my cock sprang powerfully back to life. I don’t think there was any blood left in my body- it was all concentrated in my throbbing cock as I watched April thrash and moan in growing pleasure.

  The tops of her tits and her neck were flushed a rosy pink. Her eyelashes fluttered as she whimpered
again. She pushed hard against my leg.

  I held back my own groan when she orgasmed. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. I felt an explosion of heat as her soaked panties pushed against me. Fuck, if I didn’t smell her sex and have to grit my teeth.

  I could see the emotions running across her face when she jolted awake. I was barely able to catch my breath and control myself, let alone keep her calm. She didn’t want any part of me and in the end, I thought the best thing I could do for her was to leave her alone.

  Chapter 7

  AVA

  It had been two and a half weeks since I went to the sex club with Julie. I was completely and entirely obsessed with Master Royce. He constantly invaded my thoughts and I dreamed about him nightly. He had awakened something inside me.

  Not being able to shake this strange obsession, I began researching BDSM on the internet. I wanted to learn everything I could about the lifestyle that he had embraced. Sometimes, I was repulsed by the things I read. Other times, I was fascinated and perhaps a bit turned on, if I was truthful to myself.

  I wondered what turned him on. Was he in to sadism? Did he live the lifestyle outside of the club? And, of course, I imagined myself as his submissive. Did I have it in me to fully submit to someone? ‘Hell no!’ was my first reaction, but then I’d wonder if I could submit if my Dom was Master Royce.

  From everything that I read, being a good Dom was difficult. There was so much more nuance to the Dom/sub relationship than I ever could have imagined. My experience with Master Royce had been excruciating. I had felt scared, humiliated and embarrassed, but that had all been on me. Master Royce had shown nothing but compassion and patience with my clumsy inexperience.