BDSMing the Brat: ** 20 Book ** Taboo BDSM MEGA BUNDLE

by Sarah Sethline

  "You think I don't know when my bitch doesn't cum?" he roared, clearly annoyed with me.

  "Clean my cock like a good little slut, and we'll see."

  I hated when my brother was upset with me.

  Obediently, dutifully, I sucked his cock clean just as he'd asked. I made sure to run my mouth over it nice and slow, really taking the time to lick away every last drop. My pussy lips were aching, still throbbing with desire from our sexual encounter. But I knew better to keep quiet about it now.

  Once Dominic was satisfied that his cock was pristine, he pulled it from my wet mouth and tucked it away, back into the business pants that he'd been wearing earlier. I was sad to see it go.

  After he'd zipped it away, he motioned for me to sit on the bed beside him. He took me by the arms and looked at me very seriously.

  "Melissa, there's something I need to be sure we're clear on," he said.

  "Sure, any--" I started to say, but my brother pressed a finger against my lips to shush me.

  "Who owns you??" he asked in a domineering tone.

  My eyes widened as I stared at my Dom in surprise. I couldn't believe he was having doubts in that moment that I was his!

  "Y--you do, Dom," I replied, trying my best to sound confident instead of fearful.

  Him asking me this couldn't have been a good sign…

  "You bet your ass I do," he responded sternly.

  "You seem to have forgotten..." he stated as he reached down to grab hold of my slick pussy.

  "Whose is this?"

  "Y--yours, Brother," I assured him nervously.

  "Good girl," replied the alpha.

  "So far you've answered two of my questions correctly. Let's see if you can get them all right."

  I glanced down at my glistening mound and suddenly realized what was wrong.

  "You know I don't have many rules for you, Slut, but the ones I do have I expect to be followed," continued Dominic.

  "I thought I made myself clear before -- what are the rules for MY pussy?"

  I averted my eyes in shame and quivered, "Master's pussy must always be bare, and wearing panties in His presence is strictly forbidden."

  Two rules I had expressly broken.

  "We've been doing these meetups enough times that by now, there is simply no excuse for this kind of negligence," scolded the alpha.

  "I don't pay for you to stay in world-class accommodation for you to, in turn, break the rules."

  I nodded my head regretfully. I knew my brother was right.

  "Because of your disobedience, you will not have the opportunity to cum until tomorrow, and only after you have earned it. A submissive is only entitled to what her Master allows her," he said firmly.

  "I'm sorry!" I murmured between tears, furious at myself for having forgotten my Dom's simple, fair rules.

  I never enjoyed disappointing my step.

  "That may be so," he replied as he looked at me sternly.

  "But apologies will do nothing to get you out of the punishment you are due."

  I hung my head even lower upon hearing this.

  "Now go stand in the corner like a bad little slut. I'll tend to your punishment after I've showered," instructed the alpha.

  First class or not, it'd been a long flight, and my brother was now soaked in sweat.

  "Thank you, Dom," I whispered helplessly before positioning myself in the corner like he'd asked. I spread my legs wide and pressed my nose against the crease of the wall, just as I knew he'd want me to.

  Dominic came up behind my naked body and pulled at my hips, making my ass stick out and allowing easier access to my sex.

  "Spread 'em wider, NOW," he commanded.

  I didn't hesitate to open my body up to him even more.

  "That's it, slut," he said menacingly as he traced his hand down my bare back and smoothed it across my ass.

  "Oh!" I couldn't help but call out in shock as I felt him jam a diamond-studded plug up my unsuspecting ass. He manipulated it up inside me until he was sure I had taken it good and hard, then slid a hand around to my pussy.

  My brother began to rub his thumb over my clit, stroking it furiously, caressing me in the way he knew I needed it. He was diddling me so hard and so fast, I thought I might faint in ecstasy. He brought me right to the brink and then stopped, which was absolute torture.

  "We can't have you cumming yet, Sis," he taunted as he pulled away and gave me a little slap on the ass.

  "That means no funny business while I shower."

  He meant I couldn't touch myself while he was in there, which would be difficult but not impossible. I always preferred my stepbrother get me off, anyway.

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  Dominic's shower was longer than usual, probably to keep me standing there in lustful agony. When he finally emerged, his first order of business was to lead me over to our penthouse suite's desk chair.

  I had been through this form of punishment before, so I knew exactly what to do. I quickly bent my body forward, my perky tits resting against the cool back of the chair. I arched my back and spread my cheeks wide, eager to show my Dom that I was ready to receive whatever he chose to dole out.

  "You're not to move once I start," he explained.

  "If you do, your punishment will become more severe. Do you understand, Bitch?"

  "Yes, Dom, I do," I replied.

  "Good. You know the drill -- fifteen lashings for each infraction. More if you can't keep up with the count."

  I nodded and braced myself for impact. I had been through this punishment several times before, but it never made the pain or humiliation any less.

  My brother prodded me sharply in the side.

  "Do I need to remind you what I'm punishing you for?"

  "No sir," I whispered, my body starting to shake.

  "Fifteen strokes for wearing panties, and another fifteen for not shaving my pussy. I got it."

  Dominic went to grab his fine leather belt and wasted no time getting started when he returned.

  SMACK!

  The sound of the belt cracking against my skin echoed throughout the room. I desperately wanted to flail and holler, but I knew to do so would only add to my punishment.

  Instead I yelled, "One, sir!"

  Two, three, four. The alpha seemed to be hitting me harder and harder with each stroke.

  "Five, sir!" I called out, trying my damnedest to be brave. I could already feel my ass cheeks starting to bruise and swell, and we'd barely begun.

  Smack smack smack came the spankings, my battered spirit fighting to stay good on my count.

  I felt a strange mix of pain, shame and arousal as my brother continued on with my punishment.

  I knew I deserved it, down to the last stroke.

  Dom paused for a moment to massage the skin of my inflamed cheeks. He wasn't doing this to be nice; he was doing it to see where I still needed beatings.

  I gripped the sides of the chair tight as he passed the halfway mark of my punishment. My eyes stung almost as badly as my ass, clenched shut in an attempt to hold back salty tears.

  By stroke thirty, my cheeks no longer burned and were now blanketed in a tingly, warm glow that actually felt pretty wonderful. It was the kind of sensation worth getting into trouble for in the first place...

  And just like that, my brother was done with his whippings, done making me pay. Or so I thought...

  I watched as he rummaged through the expensive designer suitcase he'd brought and pulled out some kind of outfit.

  "Here, go into the bathroom and put this on," he commanded, tossing me a strange black-and-white garb.

  "What is this?" I asked as I looked it over in my hands.

  "Just do it," ordered Dominic, my dom.

  I did my best to stifle my bewilderment as I headed into the bathroom to do as he'd asked. He'd never had me dress up before...

  Once I got it on and had a chance to look in the mirror, I was more confused than ever.

  What was this getup... so
me kind of gothic corset?

  It was well-made for sure; knowing my Dom had the finest taste, I'd even wager to say that whatever it was, it was couture. I hooked the garter straps from the black lace panties onto the thigh-high stockings my stepbrother had given me and walked out.

  "Come here, pet," called Dominic from his chair.

  I could see he had what looked like strings resting on his lap.

  "Hold out your wrists," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation.

  My brother took one of the ends of the thread from his lap and tied it taut against my skin. He then did the same with my other wrist.

  "Dominic, what are you--" I started to say, but he quickly interrupted me.

  "Now your head," he commanded, pushing it down and into a leather cuff which, like the strings on my wrists, seemed to be part of something larger.

  When he secured a line around each of my ankles, I finally understood what he was up to. My brother hadn't dressed me up like a naughty nurse or sexy schoolgirl, but a fucking marionette!

  Just then, my brother tugged at my strings, yanking me onto my knees. I was now eye-level with his erect cock, my face practically resting in his lap. Dominic pulled on the strap wrapped around my head and forcefully brought my lips against the base of his billionaire cock.

  "Suck it, bitch," he commanded as he forced his girth inside me. I obliged, though somewhat exhausted, and began to suck him long and hard.

  "That's it... that's it... What a good little puppet," said the alpha in the creepiest of tones.

  He began to pull at my head strap, bobbing me up and down on his hard cock in an almost violent fashion.

  When his cock was thoroughly soaked with my saliva, Dominic decided it was time for something different. He forced me off of him and spun me around by my strings. He pushed my costume panties down, then wedged a hand up my ass to retrieve the dildo from before. He threw it across the room, slamming it into the wall.

  Before I could process what was coming next, my brother had yanked me by the strings onto his huge rod, his engorged member taking the place of where the diamond plug had been.

  I needed no instruction in this case to know what he wanted. I dutifully slammed my ass down the length of him, grinding against his groin when I could go no further.

  I repeated this movement over and over; in fact, I was happy to. I was delighting in the sensation of this forbidden fuck filling my ass, just like he was being in there.

  Finally, a little pleasure for me, I thought, wishing desperately to be able to join in my brother's moans and grunts, but I didn't dare. He had his hands on my breasts now, supporting them as I bounced, which excited me even more.

  I continued to navigate my brother's powerful cock into my slick tiny hole. I gasped as I felt the instinctual, clenching embrace of my anal ridge, my tight ring squeezing his hot rod all the way through.

  I was sinking my Dom's throbbing stick, bit by bit, into my hole. God damn, was he big, but god damn -- did it feel great. My tight ass was swallowing every hard inch of his thick cock; I was straining desperately for my alpha to fill me all the way through.

  Once he'd filled me to the hilt, I took a moment to savor the constricted grasp of my tight, hot hole around his stiff, stuffed cock. I began to move his staff in measured strokes, each plunge more thrilling than the last as I drove him through my small tunnel, trying my damnedest to contain my groans of pleasure. It felt so. fucking. good. forcing Dominic into my taut ass, commanding his cock to thoroughly thrash my bottom with his needy, greedy meat.

  My tight ass took his dick so well; his cock felt at home in my hole. I began to thrust it more aggressively, almost to the point of losing all control. I was rotating his cock inside my hole and pushing it to all sides; I wanted my master to explore my ass on a very personal, very intimate, and very DEEP level.

  My supple cheeks made for the perfect handlebars as I fucked my brother into my asshole with wild abandon. He was starting to thrust back, too, relishing the sight of my hot ass sliding back and forth on his cock.

  It felt so dirty and good to be violated like that -- to be made a slave of this mutual anal pleasure.

  Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, I moaned silently to myself, my hole growing wider and slicker in arousal.

  My dom's thighs were slapping against my ass; my climax was building. I could feel the pressure piping to the surface; I was about to fall off that cliff...

  Oh, oh, oh! I chanted to myself.

  My brother had better switch to something else soon, or I was going to cum...

  Too late.

  "Ahhhhhhhh!!!" I shrieked, unable to contain the sheer joy of the release I was now feeling. Waiting so long for it, combined with the stress of the day, had resulted in one MONSTER orgasm.

  I knew I must've appeared terrified as my brother shoved me off his lap and onto the floor.

  "Do you not understand what it means to be my puppet?!" he hollered at the top of his lungs.

  "I call the shots! I pull the strings!! You're supposed to be serving ME!!!"

  "Forgive me, Master," I garbled, my cheeks stained with tears.

  "It won't happen again."

  But my brother wasn't listening.

  "You weren't supposed to cum until tomorrow!" he roared as he stomped around in anger.

  "I thought you agreed."

  My eyes widened in horror as I watched him fetch his belt.

  "I'll have to punish you for that..." he said as he bent me over, preparing me to get dommed.

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  ENTRAPPED by the *White-Hot* $$ Billionaire $$

  DESCRIPTION: Laura had never given herself to any man. "That" was supposed to be reserved for marriage, or at least Mr. Right -- and no man had ever made it that far, to be worthy of that label. That is until she meets Scott, the white-hot billionaire, who draws Laura to him in a way that she simply can't say no. In a way she doesn't want to say no.

  Never in her wildest dreams would this chocolate goddess have imagined her first time to be anything but vanilla. But "vanilla", it seems, isn't even in a dom like Scott's vocabulary… but as Laura quickly discovers, when you submit is when you feel everything.

  ***************

  I was 19 when I went to visit my oldest brother, Matt, at his first apartment. He'd just graduated from Berkeley, gotten himself a real nice respectable job as a programmer in the Silicon Valley. All of my friends were away at their first year at college, partying it up and putting out, and here I was the lone straggler. I wasn't starting at USC until the next term, and I had time to kill and energy to burn (lots and lots of energy). And so, I decided to pay my big brother a visit, and planned on staying with him for a week or so.

  Nothing crazy.

  During the day while Matt was at work, I explored the neighborhood, walked his dog Rufus, and went each morning to the local coffee shop. Without my hazelnut latte, I could be a real bitch!

  On a rather chilly morning, I decided to stay at the coffee shop and mess around on my laptop. I ordered my drink and sat down at a table with a really comfy suede chair. I took my laptop out of my bag and turned it on.

  Less than 5% battery, crap.

  I started digging through my bag, found the power cord, and saw an outlet to my left. As I went to plug it in, the outstretched cord knocked some papers on the floor.

  Was I always this much of a klutz?! I scolded myself.

  I picked them up, and as I stood, my eyes met the darkest green eyes I'd ever seen. I was instantly mesmerized.

  The eyes belonged to a very well dressed, debonair white man of about 35. He smiled as he reached out for the papers, stroking my hand with his soft fingertips. I felt my body tremble for a second. It was a silent, electric moment that I'd never forget.

  "Why, thank you," he said as he put the papers into a folder.

  "I saw you here yesterday… my name is Scott; what's yours?"

  I was a bit taken aback by his forwardness, yet at the same time, it intr
igued me. Just what was a suave man like him doing in a place like this, anyway? Surely he had a maid or butler or assistant to make his coffee…

  "I'm Laura," I heard myself say as I took a deep breath.

  I couldn't take my eyes off his. In the moment of silence that followed, I felt those eyes singe my nerve endings as he looked me up and down. They finally fixated on my mouth. He was watching every movement of my lips as I spoke, and I could feel the heat building between us.