Page 21 of Her Stepbrother Master (Master Me #7)
Six Months Later
LuAnn couldn’t believe she had actually followed Brad’s orders as she stood cooking over the stove in their new rental house in nothing but an apron, garters and stockings, and stiletto heels.
If one of their new neighbors happened to come to the door to borrow a cup of sugar, she would have to hide under the bed and pretend no one was home.
And pray they hadn’t seen her through the windows.
Still, the naughtiness of it all had her heart fluttering about in her chest.
Her husband had an utterly filthy, wicked mind and she adored him for it. Becoming Mrs. Brad Stanford was more than a dream come true. Every day had become a discovery—of her own true nature, of passion, of exploring her inner child, and of course, of submission to her very dominant husband.
His new business had steady enough work that she could stay at home as his housewife, a job she simply adored. Brad had designed a house just for her and was having it built with the money her father had given them. He said she could decorate it any way she pleased.
She heard the door click open and purposely did not turn from the stove, since the best view of her outfit was from behind.
Brad gave a soft groan. “Oh, Lulu, you’re killing me.”
She twisted to smile over her shoulder with her best innocent look. She lifted one high heel in the air. “Whatever do you mean? I’m just preparing your dinner, Daddy.”
He walked up behind her and grasped her naked buttocks, his fingers sinking into her flesh with a possessive firmness. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Hmm,” she said smugly. “Yes, that was sort of the idea.”
He gave her bottom a slap. “Dinner can wait. Get into the bedroom.”
She giggled and pulled away, running down the hall with a “you can’t catch me” taunt.
Brad laughed and gave chase. He caught her at the bedroom door and threw her up into his arms with a whoop. “Do you know what, sweetheart?” he asked, carrying her to the bed.
“What, Daddy?”
He laid her on her back with her legs in the air. “Daddy’s cock has been waiting to be inside you all day.”
She lifted the apron out of the way to reveal her pussy, shaved bare for him. “I’m ready for you.”
He gripped her thighs and lowered his head to her pulsing core. “Are you?” he rasped, flicking his tongue out to taste her juices.
She jerked at the touch. “Oh, Daddy.”
“I’m going to put a baby inside you, Lulu.”
She leaned up on her elbows, surprised. “What?”
“No more condoms. Daddy’s going to get his baby girl pregnant.”
She didn’t think it would be possible to still blush at the things he said, but she did now. “Are you ready for children? I thought we were going to wait until your business was more established.”
Brad undid his trousers and freed his erection. “I want to see my baby growing in your belly.” He rubbed the head of his cock over her sex and finding her more than ready, pushed in.
She tipped her head back and moaned.
“Who does this little body belong to, Lulu?”
“To Daddy,” she groaned as he withdrew his cock almost entirely before pushing in anew.
“That’s right. And so if Daddy decides it’s time for Lulu to get pregnant, does my baby girl have a choice?”
She loved when he talked this way—making her feel so completely possessed by him. “No, Daddy,” she moaned. “I don’t have any choice. Daddy can do whatever he wants with my body.”
He picked up the pace, pushing in and thrusting up with each stroke, hitting the spot on her inner wall that made her come undone.
“Oh, Daddy, yes.”
“Daddy’s going to fuck his little girl senseless, morning, noon and night, until she gives him what he wants.”
Her first climax ripped through her, as much from his words as from the plundering.
“That’s it, baby girl, squeeze my cock with your tight little muscles.”
She contracted her core on purpose and he lost his breath, his eyes rolling back. She loved when the power shifted this way, almost as much as she loved having no power in the relationship.
He began to slam into her with force. “I’m going to make your sweet little pussy sore from all the fucking.”
The coil of her second orgasm wound tighter and she arched, offering her body up to him.
“Oh, LuAnn,” he groaned. “You feel...so... good .” He brought his thumb to her pussy and rubbed her nubbin of pleasure. “Come for me, baby.”
Her muscles contracted on command and he shoved in deep, the hot liquid of his climax filling her as she found her own release.
He shuddered and lowered himself to kiss her neck. “Baby girl,” he murmured, “I love being in charge of you.”
She smiled up at him. “That’s a good thing, Daddy, because I love it when you take charge of me!
” She snuggled against him, loving the way his arms immediately wrapped around her, the delicious comfort she always found there filling her with warmth.
“This is where I always want to be,” she murmured.
“Where, baby doll?”
“Here, in your arms. With you.”
He kissed her hair. “That’s good, because this is where you belong, sweetheart.”
She sighed, closing her eyes and basking in the glow of Brad’s affection.