Page 17 of Her Stepbrother Master (Master Me #7)

She gasped, arching into him. Confusion flitted across her expression. “What are you doing?”

“Torturing you. I like to hear your cries and squeals.”

“Do you like to hurt me?”

“Yes.” He figured honesty was best if he expected her to commit her life to him.

He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, teasing the stiffened peaks.

“I like to give you pleasure and I like to give you pain. I like for your entire existence to be under my thumb. But you’ll always be safe with me. Do you believe that?”

A tear slid from the corner of her eye, but she nodded her head.

His heart seized. Lowering his head, he licked the salty liquid from her cheek. “Why the tears?”

She shook her head. “I’m just happy,” she said in wavering voice.

He exhaled and his heart began pumping blood once more. “Are you sure? I might be able to limit your torture to only the times when you require discipline.”

She gave a bark of laughter. “Absolutely not. I’d much rather have it when I’m not in trouble.”

He grinned and settled over her, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, then biting gently.

She moaned and squirmed, tugging at her bound hands.

He took the nipple between his fingers and pinched, rolling it as he moved to the other side, offering the same treatment with his lips and teeth.

Kissing down her belly, he unhooked her other stocking and rolled it down, then eased off her girdle, which doubled as a garter belt.

Next, he divested her of her panties, loving the way she looked away with embarrassment when her pussy was exposed.

He drew in a breath. “You shaved it again.”

She smiled. “Daddy likes it bare.”

He pounced on her, nipping her neck as he rolled his hips against hers.

“I may not be an expert,” she said in a breathy voice, “but I think you’re wearing too much clothing for this to work right.”

He chuckled and pushed himself upright, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as possible. He tossed it over his shoulder, pulled off his undershirt, and removed his trousers and skivvies.

LuAnn lost her shyness, lifting her head and staring at his manhood boldly.

He smiled. “Bend your knees and spread your feet apart.”

Alarm flitted across her face, but she obeyed without questioning him.

He made an approving noise deep in his throat. “Look at that pretty pussy.” Dew glistened between her nether lips, so plump and perfect. He pushed her knees up to her shoulders and traced her sex with his tongue, parting her lips and investigating all her folds.

She moaned and her knees pressed back against his hands. He circled her clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub until she began to pant, her cries growing louder and more needy. He penetrated her with his tongue, then licked from anus to clit, ignoring her squeal of protest.

Grabbing a condom, he slid it on. They might be marrying soon, but he wouldn’t compromise her. He settled between her open legs, returning his focus to the torture of one nipple, which he pinched as he rubbed his sheathed cock over her glossy slit. He pushed against her tight entrance.

She tugged at her bonds and whimpered.

He met resistance and pushed harder.

She cried out in pain and he froze. It had been several years since he’d had a virgin, but he remembered the feeling of breaking her hymen.

LuAnn had lied.

A sharp spike of regret stung him. He would have taken more time, or been more gentle. Certainly, he wouldn’t have tied her up.

The tension in her body eased as she caught her breath. He slid his cock deeper and she responded by tilting her hips to take him into the hilt. Her head tilted back, hair spilled across the pillow. She looked too beautiful, too alluring not to go on and give her pleasure. He’d scold her later.

He slid his hand behind her nape and kissed her, sliding his tongue between her lips as his hips gently rocked into hers.

She moaned into his mouth, her legs circling his back and pulling him in closer.

He sucked her tongue, nibbled and teased her lips, then moved to her ear and down her neck as he established a slow rhythm, burying his cock deep inside her on each glorious inward stroke. Her tight pussy hugged his manhood, intensifying his pleasure with every movement he made.

He closed his eyes and began to pick up speed, fucking her harder, until she used her bound hands to brace herself against the headboard. Sliding out, he picked up her feet and tossed them over his shoulders, entering her from the same diaper changing position he’d used to take her ass.

Her eyes rolled around in her head as she moaned. “Oh, Daddy, please...yes. Please give it to me. Harder.”

Had she really just said harder ?

He slammed into her, his flesh slapping against hers, his cock plunging so deeply into her tight channel.

He lost control before he meant to, his balls contracting.

“Oh, Lulu, baby girl, you’re so good,” he groaned, cum shooting down his shaft and filling the condom as he buried himself deep inside her.

She bucked, her body understanding the timing perfectly, her muscles gripping his cock and milking it as her own release ripped through her.

He caught the look on her face—the glassy-eyed abandon, her mouth opening into an “O” and her fingers fisting around the stockings.

It caused a second surge of cum to shoot down his cock and the desire to see that expression on LuAnn’s face every night—heck, even every morning, noon and night—and to be the man who helped her reach her every pleasure.

He reached up to free her hands and rolled their connected bodies onto the side. Kissing her hair, he murmured endearments as he unwound the stocking from her wrists and rubbed the chafing away. “I love you, mouse,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I love you, Daddy.” She snuggled into his chest.

Contentment washed through him. He waited to get up and dispose of the condom until she had fallen asleep, her breath coming in soft sighs.

LuAnn woke still cradled in Brad’s arms, the place she wanted to be for the rest of her life. She found him looking down at her with a warm affection, stroking the hair from her face.

“Good morning, Daddy,” she murmured.

He smiled and brushed a kiss across her lips. “Good morning, little girl.” His face grew sober. “We have something to talk about, you and I.”

She felt her heart pick up speed. “What is it?”

He studied her, as if considering his words. “You lied to me again.”

“Oh.” She almost giggled, but when she caught his expression, she was glad she held it back.

“I don’t really care about you being a virgin on our wedding night,” he said and she bit her lip, realizing she’d taken something away from him.

She’d just been thinking about her own wants and needs.

“What I do mind is you thinking you can manipulate me through lies every time you want to get your way.”

Her face flushed with heat, her throat closing.

“Who is the man of this house?”

“You are,” she whispered. She thought about adding, “Daddy,” but the timing didn’t seem right. He seemed too serious.

“Who makes the decisions?”

“You do.”

His expression softened slightly and he touched her cheek.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t influence my decisions, mouse.

Probably if you’d sat on my lap with those puppy dog eyes and begged sweetly, I would’ve given you anything you desired.

But instead you lied. It tells me you don’t respect me, my decisions or my authority. ”

Her lips trembled. She would have rather he tossed her over his lap for a hard spanking than be scolded like this.

She didn’t like earning his displeasure—not at all.

“I do respect you, Brad. I’m really sorry.

It was selfish of me. I didn’t think you would mind so much—” She broke off at his frown.

“I was wrong,” she hurried on. Tears began to swim in her eyes. “I won’t lie again, I promise.”

He nodded. “I’m actually not sure I believe you, Lu.”

“I want you to think about what it means to be my baby girl. Do you know what I expect of you?”

She started to nod, then stopped. Did she? “I-I don’t know.”

“What do you think?”

“Um, truthfulness?”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. It came as a relief to see the affection still there. “Yes, mouse. Truthfulness. Obedience. Respect. It’s not hard. Do you trust me?”

She nodded without hesitation. Of course she trusted him.

“Do you believe I love you and want to care for you the best way I know how?”

That part was new, but when she remembered all the tender moments of caring he’d shown her, since the first night she’d shown up, she knew the answer was yes. She nodded.

“Then you can trust my decisions are made with your best welfare in mind.”

She nibbled her lip. It was like having a parent—a daddy. She may not always agree, but she did know he meant to protect her and wanted what was best for her.

“You are welcome to influence my decisions. I expect to hear your opinions and I don’t mind if you argue with me, so long as it’s respectfully. But if you’re going to be my wife, mouse…”

She stared at him, her belly clenching at the if. What did he mean if she was going to be his wife? Was her position in question?

“...well, I need to trust you, too. I need to know you are honest with me and you never hide things from me, even if you know it will get you a spanking.”

Her nose burned. “What do you mean if ?” she croaked.

He caught her face in his hands and shook his head. “I didn’t mean if. I’m sorry. You are already a wife in my eyes. You are my baby girl, my one and only. You are my everything. Nothing will change that.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks—tears of relief.