Chapter: CHAPTER 109: I GROUND AGAINST MY STEPBROTHER WHILE HE SLEPT AND HE WOKE UP HARDThe argument starts before we even board.“You’re not serious.” I’m standing on the dock in Miami heat, sunglasses pushed up, staring at Jace Calloway like he just told me the ocean is dry. “One room. You booked one room.”“Two rooms.” He doesn’t look at me. He’s scanning his phone, duffel slung over one shoulder, olive green, military-issue, because everything Jace owns is military-issue, including his personality. Six-two of disciplined muscle in a fitted black t-shirt and cargo shorts, jaw set, buzzcut growing out just enough to show that his hair is dark and thick, tattoo sleeve covering his left arm from shoulder to wrist, unit insignia, coordinates, something in Arabic he won’t explain. Twenty-eight years old. Nine years older than me. My stepbrother for three years, my enemy for four, since before our parents even married, since the first Thanksgiving he showed up at and told me my opinion on foreign policy was “adorable.”I’ve hated Jace Calloway since I was fifteen years old.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 108: HE STRAPPED ME TO THE WALL AND RUINED ME FOR HIS SONHe lays me down. Climbs over me. And when he pushes inside me this time, it’s, different. Not the bench. Not the counter. Not a position or an angle. Just him, settling his weight on top of me, his cock sliding through the mess we’ve made, his cum, my squirt, everything, and sinking deep with a slow, grinding thrust that makes us both exhale.“Ohhh, Daddy—” My arms wrap around him. My legs wrap around him. Everything wraps around him because I need to be as close as physically possible to this man who just showed me in ninety minutes what twenty-two years of living didn’t.He fucks me slowly. Tenderly. Long, deep strokes, his mouth on my neck, my jaw, my lips. His hands lace through mine above my head, not restrained, just held. Intimate. The kind of connection I’ve been aching for and didn’t know how to ask for.“Please, don’t stop, I want to feel you forever—”“You will.” He thrusts deeper. Grinds. His pubic bone rocks against my oversensitive clit and the slow friction builds somet
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Chapter: CHAPTER 107: HE STRAPPED ME TO THE WALL AND RUINED ME FOR HIS SONMy back hits the padded X-frame and he lifts my arms.The cuffs at the top secure my wrists, arms spread wide, elevated, my tits lifting with the stretch. Then my ankles, spread, locked, my pussy exposed and dripping his cum in a slow, steady stream down my inner thigh. I’m pinned to the wall like a specimen. Spread open. His cum running from me. The clamps still biting my nipples.He stands back. Looks at me. The amber light catches the mess between my legs, slick, white, glistening.“Beautiful,” he says. And the sincerity in it makes my chest ache.He opens the glass cabinet. Selects a leather flogger, soft-looking, with dozens of thin tails, and a wand vibrator, the kind with a round head and a long handle.“This,” he says, holding up the flogger, “is for warmth.” He lets the tails trail across my stomach. Soft. Barely there. Then he flicks his wrist and they snap against my breast.“AHH!”Not hard. Not cruel. A sharp, stinging kiss across the top of my breast that blooms into heat
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Chapter: CHAPTER 106: HE TOOK ME TO HIS DUNGEON AND SHOWED ME WHAT I’D BEEN MISSING“Oh god, oh GOD, you’re so deep, nobody’s ever been this deep —”He bottoms out. His pelvis presses against my clit and the contact makes me jolt, my oversensitive bud sparking under his weight. He’s filling me completely, I can feel him in places that have never been reached, pressing against the front wall of my pussy from the inside, the head nudging my cervix with a dull, deep pressure.“This,” he says, voice strained, “is what it’s supposed to feel like.”He pulls back. Pushes in. Slow, grinding, using the full length of his cock to drag over every nerve ending inside me. The ridged head catches on my g-spot on the outstroke, drags across it, and the sensation makes my walls clench so hard he groans.“Ohhh, right there, every time you pull out, oh FUCK, it drags right over, don’t stop doing that—”“I know where it is.” He builds a rhythm. Deep, grinding strokes, not fast, not pounding, but deliberate. Each thrust designed to maximize contact with my g-spot and end with his pelvis
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Chapter: CHAPTER 105: HE TOOK ME TO HIS DUNGEON AND SHOWED ME WHAT I’D BEEN MISSING“Every time you lay in bed wishing someone would touch you like you deserve.” His finger traces the top of my mound. Just above my clit. Close enough that I can feel the heat of his fingertip without contact. “Tell me while I touch you. I want to hear it.”“He, oh please just touch my clit, he never goes down on me—”Dominic’s tongue touches my clit.The sound I make is inhuman. A wailing, broken moan that fills the basement as his tongue, hot, flat, expert, drags over my swollen bud in one slow, devastating stroke. He licks me from bottom to top, his tongue collecting every drop of wetness, and the flavor makes him groan against me.“OH, oh my god, your MOUTH, oh FUCK—”“Keep talking,” he says against my pussy, lips brushing my clit with every word. “What else doesn’t he do?”“He, ahh, he never, uses his fingers properly, he just— oh god right there, pokes at me like he’s, mmm, typing—”Two fingers push inside me. Not poking. Not jabbing. Curling, a slow, deliberate press against my
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Chapter: CHAPTER 104: HE TOOK ME TO HIS DUNGEON AND SHOWED ME WHAT I’D BEEN MISSINGThe basement is nothing like what I expected.No pool table. No TV. No beer fridge and sports memorabilia. The room is larger than the one above it, extended somehow, dug out, the ceiling low and warm with exposed wooden beams. The walls are dark, a rich, wine-colored fabric stretched over something solid, soundproofing maybe — and the lighting is amber, low, coming from fixtures I can’t see directly.In the center of the room is a padded bench. Black leather, adjustable, with metal rings at each corner. Against the far wall, a wooden frame — an X shape, with cuffs at each point. A cabinet with glass doors reveals what’s inside: floggers, cuffs, rope in six colors, clamps, blindfolds, a collection of toys I recognize and several I don’t. Everything is clean. Organized. Maintained.This isn’t a hobby. This is a practice.“You built this,” I say. My voice sounds far away.“Over twenty years.” He descends the stairs behind me. Doesn’t touch me yet. Lets me look. “My wife, Ryan’s mother,
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