บททั้งหมดของ My 7 Deadly Stepbrothers : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

“One...” I was able to speak it out, raising my ass due to the sting that I felt afterwards. It hurt! It really did hurt! “Good! You remembered the rules.” He sounded almost impressed, and for some reason, that brought a smile to my face. “Not many remember the rules on their first time. I guess the internet articles did teach you a few things.” I was about to respond when without warning he spanked my other butt with the same force, if not more. I felt the vibration of the impact travelling up to my heart, and down to my crotch. I moaned. “Ah… two!” I remembered to count, clenching my jaw to hold back the cry. I wanted to turn back and finger myself because the sexual tension in my core was rising to a new height. “I thought you would forget about the rule, and I will get to hit you double the amount,” he said mockingly, and I braced myself for the next impact. “Not my day, I guess. Well, in that case, I've to make these forty spanks worthwhile.” The next hit didn't come

“Don't say that,” Dev said as he spread my ass cheeks with one hand and applied the gel with the other. “Your body is yours only. No one else should have control over it.” “But there are people—” “I know there are people who have certain fetishes,” he cut me in the middle of my sentence and added. “You might enjoy it more when others take control of your body, but that's not right, at least according to me.” “So you would never do something like this?” I questioned, looking at the headboard. “Never, fetishes and fantasies shouldn't be this wild that they hurt someone.” He was done applying the gel and pulled his hand away. “There's a limit to everything and no one should feel like that pain is the only way you get pleasure.” “I highly disagree with you about that,” I said with as much seduction as I could put in my voice and tried to turn to look at him. “Wait,” He grabbed my back, just below my shoulder to stop me from moving. “Don't turn, give the gel some time to get absorbe

“What?!” I asked him in disbelief, looking at his face to make sure he wasn't kidding. “How did they find out I was sleeping in your bedroom?” “They don't know that,” he said, picking the coffee cup back from the nightstand and taking a sip. “So, Leo went to your room earlier to check if you were awake, and when he couldn't find you, he came into the kitchen where most of us were and said to everyone that you were missing.” “What happened then?“ I questioned when he stopped as if it was all the information I needed. “You can't stop there ” “Sorry, sorry,” he laughed before continuing. “The others got worried and I had to tell them that you were in my room.” “Dude,” I groaned. “You should have made some other excuse. The others will ask me thousands of questions and I highly doubt I'll be able to convince them with a lie.” “They won't; I told them that you weren't feeling well, and so you came asking for some advice,” he said and went towards the small sitting on the othe

Caspian was not happy when he came to know that I told Dev the entire truth about him spanking me and that's how I got the marks. He wanted it to be our thing and not something I could ‘advertise’ to the entire world. I felt like he was being a bit overdramatic about the whole thing, but I didn't comment about it because I feared it would blow in my face. I tried to change the subject but he was done with me and went out of the room. I was planning on telling him about Dev and me, to come clean, but couldn't after his reaction. The day was a little lazy with nothing much to do. Caspian, Neel and Lucas were with Derek, discussing the event and making last-minute preparations because it was already Sunday and the party was only a few days away. Leo went shopping with Mom and Harry; they invited me, but I was in no mood to be around her. Dev had to go to hospital and Ian had himself locked in his room. I still didn't know what went down with him and couldn't ask others because they ha

After a very long class, the day finally ended and I couldn't have been more happy about it. The last class was communication, and the professor taking the class had no interest in teaching us anything or had the ability to communicate properly. Ironic for a communication professor. It was my first time in his class, he took classes while I was in London, and the other two professors who were taking the classes of communication, were amazing. He was the only one furthest from the subject he was teaching. I couldn't believe someone who was teaching communication could be so boring. His class was monotonous and lacked any information because he kept on reading the slides instead of explaining the subtopics or clearing out doubts. I absolutely hated being in the class and couldn't even remember the last twenty minutes of his teaching. Many students fell asleep, and others left, but I, being a first bencher, had to stick till the very end. I almost bumped my head into the desk becaus