My Stepbrother the Dom (Stepbrother Romance)

by Arabella Quinn

  I had been so unprepared. I hadn’t known the first thing about BDSM or what was happening. Now that I was so intrigued, I just knew that I had to go back to ‘Sanctuary’.

  I was also unbelievably horny for Master Royce. No other man had ever affected me this way. Well, except for maybe Cole. But this was different. This wasn’t idealized love or blind admiration. This was red-hot ‘put your cock inside my pussy right now’ kind of lust. I had never known it before and it was a pretty intense feeling. Especially for a virgin. I was probably the last 22-year old virgin left in America.

  I had known for a while that I was going to go back to the club this Friday, but I hadn’t quite admitted it to myself yet. I was going by myself. Julie didn’t need to know about this. This was something private.

  After much indecision, I decided to wear the same bra and panties that I wore the first night. If I wore something fancier, it would look like I was trying too hard. And, of course, there was no way I was going to wear anything uglier.

  I was eerily calm as I drove to the club. I parked the car and jumped out before I could think too much.

  My knock on the door went unanswered. I began to grow nervous. What if they were closed on Fridays? Last time, we were here on a Saturday night. What if Master Royce wasn’t there? Then what?

  My anxiety started to grow. I fought the urge to run back to my car and speed away. I looked around the door for some sort of instruction when I noticed a button. Julie had gone to the door last time, so I had never seen the button.

  I hesitantly pressed it and the door immediately swung open. The same bouncer from the first night answered. “Hello. Welcome to Sanctuary. Come in. Do you have a reservation?”

  “Uh, no.” I swallowed. “But, I’ve been here before.”

  “I’ll just get Sasha to take care of you. One moment.”

  I stood perfectly still as I waited for Sasha.

  She arrived minutes later. “Hello…” She looked surprised. “April, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  Sasha covered her surprise with a warm smile. “Welcome back. What can we do for you tonight?”

  I tried to still my twisting hands. “I’d like the beginner’s package again. With Master Royce.”

  Sasha’s eyebrow rose a fraction. “I see. Will you wait one moment while I check to see if he’s … available?”

  “Sure.”

  Sasha was gone a few more minutes while I waited in agony. At least I knew Master Royce was in the building. I didn’t want to imagine what he was doing.

  “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, April. If you’ll follow me…” Sasha led me through the door to the long familiar hallway. I walked behind her.

  We stopped at Betsy’s office door. “April, c’mon in, hon.”

  I sat in the chair in front of her desk again.

  Betsy folded her hands on the desk. “So, I’m surprised to see you again, dear.”

  My breath hitched. “Did Master Royce say something to you?”

  Betsy shook her head. “No, the Doms generally don’t discuss the clients or details of their sessions with me – unless there’s an issue. Did something happen?”

  “No!” I was a little too adamant. “I mean- it didn’t actually go too well. It was all my fault. I didn’t know what to expect. But I’ve done a lot of research and I think I’m ready now.”

  “Did Master Royce push you too hard? Did he respect your limits? I know you had a few… limits.” Betsy watched me carefully.

  I looked the other woman directly in the eye. “Master Royce was very respectful. I just wasn’t ready. I’d really like to try again though.”

  “Perhaps you’d like to try another Dom? Maybe Master Kev-”

  I cut her off. “No. Please. I’d like to have a session with Master Royce. I…trust him. I feel safe with him.”

  Betsy smiled at me sympathetically. “Okay, dear. If you can wait 30 minutes, Master Royce will be available. Let’s get the payment out of the way and then you can wait at the bar if you’d like.”

  I remembered all the sexual activities that took place in the common area. “Can I just wait in here instead?”

  “How about I take you to the video room? You can watch some TV while you wait.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “That would be great.”

  Betsy opened a desk drawer and pulled out the feathered Mardi Gras mask. “Would you like to use the mask again?”

  My fingers shook as I took it from her. “Thank you, Betsy.”

  Chapter 8

  AVA

  Sasha picked me up about 30 minutes later and led me to the Red Room. “Please kneel in the center of the room. Master Royce will be in shortly.”

  I felt a fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. My pussy was already beginning to fill with an aching need.

  My heart skipped a beat when I heard the door open. I didn’t move a muscle when Master Royce walked in. My head was bowed, but I was watching him covertly. He looked exactly how I remembered him - sinfully sexy. I was beginning to feel dizzy again.

  He glanced at what I assumed was my ‘note card’. Suddenly, his head swiveled in my direction and his mouth dropped open. There was no doubt; he was stunned.

  I was kneeling on the ground, my back ramrod straight, waiting for him to speak.

  It took a few moments for him to address me. “April?”

  “Sir?”

  “You’re back.”

  I kept perfectly still. “Yes… uh, Sir.”

  “Why?” He sounded perplexed.

  I didn’t have to think about my answer. I just told him the truth. “I was curious about what I felt, Sir. And, I trust you, Sir.”

  Master Royce voice sounded gravelly. “Very well. You know your safe words?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir. Yellow and Red.”

  He walked over and stood in front of me - inches from me. He towered over me. “Take off your shirt.” It was an order.

  My hands were shaking again as I unbuttoned my shirt. This time they weren’t shaking because I was petrified. This time, I was shaking in nervous anticipation.

  I felt his eyes on me, as he circled around me like a tiger waiting to pounce. “Stand up and take off your jeans.”

  I didn’t hesitate. I stood and quickly removed my jeans.

  “Fold your clothes and place them on the chair.”

  He moved to a wall cabinet as I obeyed his order. He took something out, but I couldn’t see what it was.

  He approached me. My eyes widened when I saw what he was holding. It was a flogger.

  “Stand still and close your eyes.” His voice was commanding.

  I felt my body tremble, but I did what he asked.

  He spoke sharply, “Do you remember your safe words?”

  Oh God, he was going to flog me. “Yes.”

  I tensed my body, waiting for the first stinging blow. I flinched, but instead of the expected pain, I felt a tickling on my arm. Master Royce was running the leather strands of the flogger over my skin – up and down my arms and then lightly over my breasts.

  My nipples tightened into painfully hardened nubs. I gasped when I felt something slide across my straining nipple. Maybe it was Master Royce’s thumb? The thought made my pussy throb with desire.

  “Take your bra off.” His voice allowed no room for disobedience.

  I swallowed. I was about to speak, but his finger pressed against my lips stopped me.

  “Shh.” His mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel his warm breath. He whispered in my ear. “You won’t be naked. You’ll still have your panties on.”

  My hands quaked, but I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the ground. My eyes were still closed and all I could do was imagine Master Royce looking at my breasts. I didn’t hear anything for such a long time that I began to feel ashamed. I fought the urge to cover them up.

  “So gorgeous, April.” His voice sounded raw.

  I felt the tickling again, as he traced the ends of the flogge
r over my skin. The slow path he took all across my skin was waking up every nerve ending in my body. My breath was coming faster.

  When the leather strands trailed over my nipples, the dull ache in my pussy grew more concentrated. I could barely hold still. Everywhere the flogger touched, my body reacted. Shivers ran down my spine and goose bumps broke out everywhere. My skin was becoming extremely sensitive to even the slightest touch.

  When the leather strands caressed my breasts and nipples again, I whimpered. My need grew intense. It was almost unbearable. I let out a long moan when Master Royce pinched my nipple. The initial hurt turned into the most exquisite ache of pleasure I had ever felt. I almost thought that I might orgasm; it was so powerful.

  “How does that feel?” He was right near my ear again.

  I could hardly answer. “So good.” It came out like a breathy whisper.

  “Again?” he asked.

  My breath hitched. “Yes.”

  He pinched my other nipple. Again, the same piercing sensation shot through me and exponentially multiplied the desire that I was feeling. It was almost too much to handle. My knees were threatening to give way.

  Master Royce was suddenly holding me, supporting my weight. Then he walked me backwards until I was leaning up against the cold wall.

  “Open your eyes.”

  My eyes locked on his. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted my right hand and brought it to his mouth. He gently kissed my palm. Then he lifted my arm over my head and pinned it against the wall. He repeated the same exact thing with my other arm until both were held ensnared by one of his hands.

  I was trapped between him and the wall, the length of his body only millimeters away from mine. His knee pushed between my legs until they were spread open, as he wanted.

  His free hand began running up and down my body. He skimmed down my arm, slipping down my hip and over the swell of my ass. Then his hand roamed slowly upward, caressing my waist, the side of my breast and sliding over my collarbone to my shoulder and then my neck. He repeated the process, never taking his eyes off mine, until I was shaking with lust.

  “Please, Sir… Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging him for. I just knew that I needed it now.

  He kept my hands held tightly over my head, but his head dipped low until his mouth found my breast. I moaned and bucked against him when he sucked my nipple into his mouth and pulled on it with his teeth. His fingers were skimming the inside of my thigh. It was so frustratingly close to going exactly where I needed it.

  Master Royce’s mouth left my breast and slid to the other one. He began teasing my other nipple with his teeth and rolling it on his tongue, while his fingers slipped inside my drenched panties. My hips pushed wildly against his hands as my moans and pleading grew louder. I had lost all control and my body now reacted mindlessly to his every touch.

  Master Royce flipped me around abruptly. Suddenly, I was facing the wall, my cheek and breasts squashed firmly up against the cold, painted cement. His entire length was pressed up against me and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass through my panties. I wasn’t scared. I wanted him to take me. I was desperate for him to take me.

  His lips slid up the sensitive skin at the arch of my neck. “I want you, April. You do things to me.”

  His voice sounded gruff. His breath was ragged.

  I waited for him. My need was blinding.

  Suddenly, his warmth was gone. I was pressed against the wall, but he was no longer behind me. I didn’t move, but I was confused. What had happened?

  “April, turn around.” He wasn’t very far behind me.

  I made my wobbly legs twist me around, but I collapsed back against the wall. I wasn’t sure my shaky legs could hold me upright much longer.

  Master Royce stepped toward me and then placed his arms against the wall on either side of me. His chest was just inches from my face. He remained unmoving for the longest time. I wasn’t sure if this was a test of some sort, but the time finally gave me the opportunity to study the tattoos that I had only gotten brief glimpses of before when they had peeked out of his cape.

  Up close, I could see some individual objects in what had looked like a swirling nebulous pattern from afar. What I had thought was an ornamental star on his right pectoral muscle was actually an elaborately inked compass rose design. The four directional points were marked with their corresponding letter in a very ornate calligraphy script.

  The top of the compass transitioned into swirls and flames that crawled toward his shoulder. On the side of his shoulder was an intricately designed circular pattern – what I thought might be a Celtic or tribal design. His right shoulder and arm were covered in more flames and twists, almost camouflaging a tiny sword, which ran all the way down to just above his elbow.

  His tattoos took my breath away. I had always dated more conservative boys, maybe because I knew my father would have gone ballistic if I had brought home a boy covered in ink. All I knew was that they were insanely sexy on Master Royce. Without thinking, I reached out my hand and began to trace the designs with my finger.

  Suddenly, Master Royce’s hands were all over my body again - touching my skin, leaving a burning trail behind. My brain felt feverish. All I could think was that I needed something more from him. Not this endless teasing.

  “Please… Please Sir.”

  I gasped when his fingers slipped into my panties.

  “Is this what you want from me, April?” He sounded angry.

  I whimpered. “Yes.”

  His fingers easily slipped through my sticky juices and roughly sunk inside of me. I cried out, clinging to his chest for support. He stroked my clit only a few times before I shattered. White lights danced behind my eyelids. The world stopped spinning for a moment.

  Master Royce stepped away from me. “I think you’ve had enough.”

  Spasms of release were still assaulting my pussy. My mind wasn’t even close to working yet. “What?”

  He stalked out of the room.

  I sunk to the floor. Not enough. It would never be enough.

  Chapter 9

  COLE

  I knew this was going to be difficult, but it was so much worse than that. Fuck, was she quietly crying?

  I gripped the phone harder, feeling like a complete shit. “Mom, I’m sorry. It’s an emergency situation. I’ll pick you up for lunch next week. We can catch up then.”

  “But it’s Thanksgiving. I was really looking forward to the whole family being together. You haven’t even seen your sister since her graduation!”

  “I know.” I felt the guilt burning in my gut. “I’ve been working a lot of extra hours. It’s this big project I’m working on. It’s almost over, Mom.”

  “What kind of company makes you work on Thanksgiving Day? Can’t you come over for a quick dinner? Just two hours?”

  It turned out that Thanksgiving Day was pretty popular at the club. Who knew? And I couldn’t turn down the extra pay. I was so close to clearing my debt. A few more weeks, and I’d never have to step foot in ‘Sanctuary’ again. Then I’d make it up to my mother.

  I switched my phone to the other ear as I used my electronic key to open the door to the employee’s entrance of ‘Sanctuary’. “Mom, I know you’re disappointed. And I promise that I’ll make it up to you. I just can’t come over for Thanksgiving. I’ll be working all weekend.”

  I heard her soft sigh of acceptance. “Alright. I’m sure Ava will be disappointed too, when I tell her.”

  I cringed when I heard Ava’s name. How could I be such a jackass to the people I cared about the most? My mom, Ava… a vision of April popped into my head, but I quickly brushed it aside. I wasn’t very adept at examining my feelings.

  The guilt gnawed at me. I tried to make my mother feel better. “Mom, this crazy project that I’m working on is almost done. I’ll be free by Christmas. We can do the family thing then, okay?”

  She seemed to cheer up a bit. “Cole, I’m going to hold you to th
at.”

  “I promise, Mom.”

  I could hear the smile in her voice. “We’ll exchange presents in the morning and I’ll cook a big Christmas dinner. Just like we used to when you were kids. Oh, what about Christmas Eve Mass? Cole, you can stay overnight Christmas Eve. That way, it’ll feel like old times.”

  I headed down the dark hall towards Betsy’s office. “Yeah, that’d be great Mom. I’m looking forward to it. And in the meantime, let’s meet at the deli for lunch next week. Is Tuesday good for you?”

  “Okay, Cole. I’ll see you on Tuesday. Goodbye, sweetie.”

  I smiled. “Goodbye Mom.”

  I turned my phone off and then poked my head into Betsy’s office. Betsy looked up and waved me inside. “Your Mom? How’s she doing?”

  I frowned. “Not great when she heard I was bailing out on Thanksgiving. That’s what I wanted to tell you - that I’m all set for next weekend. I can pick up all the extra hours we talked about.”

  Betsy’s pen tapped against the desk. “Hmmm. Good. Why don’t you have a seat for a few minutes? No one’s showed up yet, and we haven’t talked in a while.”

  Betsy wasn’t one to hold back when she had something on her mind. She was my boss. When your boss wanted to talk… well, I immediately felt uneasy.

  I sat in the stiff backed chair. “What’s up?”

  “How’s everything going - here at the club?” She watched me closely.

  It didn’t matter. I only had a few more weeks to go, but I couldn’t tell Betsy that. “Everything’s fine.”

  She nodded. “I’d like you to shadow Dave this weekend to get some Level 2 training.”

  “Why?” I felt my jaw clenching.

  “Well,” she pushed a pile of papers to the side of her desk, “for one thing, you’re starting to get repeat customers. Customers that are specifically asking for Master Royce.”

  “So? I can keep them busy.”

  Betsy’s pen started tapping again. “Cole, you’re starting to develop relationships. Even if they’re just temporary relationships, they still come with responsibilities. A Dom needs to understand the needs and desires of his submissive and-”