Page 13 of Her Stepbrother Master (Master Me #7)

LuAnn checked the mirror in the morning, slightly disappointed to find only a faint few lines left from her spanking the night before.

She wanted to remember everything about it.

She primped in the bathroom for an extra-long time, partly because she wanted to look beautiful for Brad, but partly because she felt a bit shy about seeing him after what had happened.

She heard him moving around in the kitchen and knew he’d already be ready for work in his crisp button-down shirt and tie, his hair slicked back and styled.

“Mouse,” he called. “Breakfast is ready.”

That made her rush out. She wanted to be the one to make their meals. “Oh, wow,” she said when her eyes fell on the stack of pancakes on the table. “Thank you.”

He pulled out a chair for her, like a gentleman, and something in her chest fluttered. She could get used to being the object of Brad’s attention. In fact, she already dreaded the end of the semester and all the unknowns it brought.

She slid into her chair and placed a napkin on her lap, digging into the fluffy pancakes. “These are delicious.” She licked a spot of syrup from her lip.

Brad’s eyes were on her mouth, his lids heavy.

“Brad?” she began tentatively.

“Yes, mouse?”

“I’d like to make a nice dinner tonight, but I’ve already spent the allowance my father gave me for the semester. I didn’t have to buy groceries living at the dorm, so it went rather fast now that I’m buying my own food.”

Brad moved to reach for his wallet in his back pocket, then seemed to reconsider. Scooting his chair back, he said, “Come sit on Daddy’s lap and ask him sweetly.”

Her heart picked up speed. Dabbing the corners of her mouth with her napkin, she stood and walked over to him.

She straddled his lap and pressed her warm core right against the bulge in his trousers, rocking her pelvis forward and back.

She twined her arms behind his neck and leaned forward to speak in his ear.

“Daddy,” she said in her best baby-girl voice, “May I please have some spending money?”

The surge of his cock against his trousers was the only confirmation she needed. She may not understand the meaning behind Brad’s games, but she did know how to play. In fact, it seemed she’d been born for nothing other than to be Brad’s plaything.

He gripped her bottom and pulled her even closer, closing his eyes for a moment, as if to savor the feeling. For the first time, she felt as if she were in charge. Some of Brad’s control had slipped as he showcased his desire for her. Why had he still not taken her, then?

“If you keep this up, little girl, I’ll be broke in no time.”

She nibbled on his ear. “I just need a widdle bit of money, Daddy,” she said, still using a baby voice.

His fingers squeezed her bottom tighter. “Reach into Daddy’s back pocket for his wallet.” His voice sounded thick.

She stretched her arm, seeking the billfold, but feeling the muscular lines of his buttocks as she did. She pulled it out and sat back, a satisfied smirk on her face as she played the part of the greedy child. Opening the wallet, she batted her lashes at him. “How much may I have, Daddy?”

“All of it,” he said, lids low. “You can have all you need.”

She beamed at him, but plucked out a twenty dollar bill, leaving at least another fifteen for him. “This should be enough.” She folded it and tucked it inside her bra, loving the way his eyes followed the movement hungrily.

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “You’d better go to work, Daddy, or you’ll be late.”

He started, as if he’d forgotten all about work. Helping her off his lap, he stood and picked up his lunchbox. “I’ll see you tonight, little girl. Be good.”

“I will, Daddy.” She beamed her most innocent smile.

When he left, she cleaned up the dishes and apartment, her spirit dancing a little jig. Playing house with Brad was more fun than she’d ever imagined.

Brad opened the door to the apartment and stopped dead in his tracks. LuAnn looked like the perfect little housewife, in a strapless red and white polka dot dress, with a bold red scarf at her neck. She’d tied a red satin ribbon around her head to hold the hair out of her face.

She turned to him with a bright smile, but when he just stood there, her expression dimmed. She smoothed the front of her dress. “Do I… Well, I?—”

Finally, he made his lips move. “You look beautiful.”

Her shoulders relaxed and the smile returned.

“And it smells delicious. What are you cooking?”

“Roast chicken, potatoes and carrots, and I made a homemade apple pie,” she said, beaming. “I also washed and ironed all your clothes and cleaned the apartment.”

He frowned. “Did you study at all today?”

She put her hands on her hips and stomped her foot, in the childish way he found so appealing. Mainly because he liked having a reason to spank her naughty little bottom. He adored her innate childishness.

“Can’t you just say thank you, LuAnn?”

He grinned and sauntered closer to her. “Thank you, LuAnn,” he said, slipping his hands around her waist and letting them wander to her delectable buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded her cheeks. “Still sore?” he asked, remembering how beautiful she looked during her spanking the night before.

She hesitated, as if not sure how to answer.

He touched her nose. “The truth, mouse.”

She grinned. “Not really. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt like the dickens at the time.” She gave another foot stomp.

“Stomp your foot again and you’ll go back over my knee,” he growled in her ear.

She shivered against him.

A knock at the door make them spring apart, and he had to adjust his pants to hide his erection. Pulling the door open, he groaned inwardly. Dottie again. The girl could not take a hint.

She pressed a plate of cookies into his hands and attempted to push her way past him. This time, he stepped aside, so she could see he had company.

“Oh,” she stopped short when she saw LuAnn.

LuAnn gave her a tight smile. “Hello.”

“Dottie, this is my...stepsister LuAnn. She’s staying with me for a few weeks while she finishes up her studies at Sarah Wharton. So you can see, this really isn’t a good time.”

Dottie’s eyes swept around the room, taking in the dinner preparations and the beautifully set table, complete with a candle in the middle. Her brow furrowed. “ Stepsister ?”

“Yes, my stepsister. Like I said, she’s staying here with me and she’s just fixing supper. Thank you for the cookies, though.”

Dottie’s face clouded with confusion. “Oh...okay. Well, I’ll see you in a few weeks, then?”

“I’m not sure.” He didn’t want to commit, but also didn’t want any drama if he broke things off permanently right there. Her lips pursed, but he was already escorting her to the door. “Thanks again for the cookies. I’ll see you around.” He hustled her out.

When he turned back, LuAnn had made herself busy in the kitchen, scrubbing down counters that already appeared clean. She fiddled with the knob on the oven, then returned to scrubbing some more.

“How long until supper’s ready? Judging by the smell, it must be close.”

“Oh, actually, it’s going to be a while longer.” She sniffed and turned back to the counter, still wiping things down.

He retreated, changing into more comfortable clothes, then settled on the sofa to read the newspaper. After a half an hour, he smelled something burning. “Are you sure that chicken isn’t done? It smells ready to me.” He headed for the oven.

She blocked him, stepping in front of it and folding her arms across her chest and lifting her chin. “Nope. Not ready.”

He narrowed his eyes. Leaning to the right, he looked at the dial on the oven. She’d cranked it all the way to the hottest setting. Grabbing her by the waist, he picked her up and moved her away from the oven, throwing open the door on the smoking chicken.

“What in the hell has come over you, young lady?” he demanded, grabbing a pair of hot mitts and yanking the food out to set it on top of the stove.

Her jaw thrust forward at a stubborn angle and she shrugged.

“You burned our dinner on purpose, didn’t you?”

Her lips tightened.

He folded his own arms across his chest, mimicking her body language. “What is this about? Dottie? Because she is nothing to me.”

“Right, and I’m just your stepsister .”

Ah. Now, he understood. He reached for her, but she darted out of the way, her lower lip trembling.

“Am I still just mouse, your gangly kid sister to you?” Tears began to spill down her cheeks.

“Because I’ll have you know, I’m a full-grown woman now.

I’m old enough to marry, and do...the things married people do.

And you just keep treating me like a baby. ”

He advanced slowly, and this time, she let him touch her. Picking her up, he sat her on the kitchen counter and cupped her face.

“Baby girl, I only said that to Dottie to save your reputation. How would it look to have an unmarried woman living with me? It would be a scandal. You know that. Believe me, I wanted to get rid of Dottie as quickly as possible, and if I could’ve told her you’re my girl, I would have.

” He stroked her hair back from her face.

“Mouse, the feelings I have for you are not even remotely brotherly. I know I’ve been treating you like a little girl, but it’s not because I don’t know you’re a full grown woman.

It’s because it turns me on to play daddy to you.

I like thinking of your entire body belonging to me.

Mine to take care of, mine to pleasure. Mine to punish.

” He nudged her chin until she looked at him. “I thought maybe you liked it too?”

She flushed and lowered her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. “I like it. Very much.”

“But?”

“But what about Dottie?” she asked.

“It’s over with Dottie. I promise you.”

“What about…”

This was the one question he’d been turning over and over in his mind. “What about us?” he helped her finish.