BOUND TO MY STEPBROTHER: I'M HIS BABY DOLL

Arielle. “I'm getting married to Viktor tomorrow”, my mother said, and I nearly choked on my food. “What!?” I exclaimed. “We're not debating this, Arielle. I love him, and due to the recent threats we faced, I think it's high time I married him, and we moved under his protection” I pushed my food to the side, suddenly uninterested in eating. “Can you hear yourself talk? It's because of him we faced those threats. I mean, you of all people should know; after all, you're the one dating a billionaire with millions of people who want his head off”, I sighed, already breathless from my yelling. “Look, I'm doing this for us, okay?” She reached for me, but I moved back before she could even touch me. “No, you're doing this for you. Everything you do is for you.”, I screamed back at her. She went silent. “Look, Mum, I don't care if you marry him, but I am not moving out of here!” “Too bad, the house has already been sold, and the buyers will be coming in two days” “Mum, are you insane?” My voice was starting to crack now as I was holding back tears from anger. “No, Arielle, and I think we're done with this conversation. Your dress will arrive tonight”,she said, picking up her bag. “You're ruining our lives, Mum, and you're doing it for the second time” She looked at me. “It's not exactly ruining if I'm getting married to Viktor Castillo” My brows raised, and I let out a bitter laugh. “So that's it? You're in it for the money.” Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “Excuse me? “Or is his c**k that different from the other two men” “Arielle!!” Mum's voice echoed through the walls of the house. I wasn't wrong. My mother had been with two different men in the last two years, not to mention the casual flings and hookups. “I'll be going for my dress fitting, and before then, you had better fix this attitude of yours”. She turned and started heading for the door. “Just a friendly reminder, Mom. He'll f**k you over just like the other two did”, I yelled after her, but she was already out. “s**t!!” I groaned. By nine that night, I was already at the bar drowning my sorrows with a bottle of alcohol. I stayed conscious, though; I didn't want to get drunk tonight. Tonight I was up for a different type of fun. I needed a release. No, not the kind of release you are thinking of. I want to do the one thing I promised myself to do when I got angry: Make out with a stranger. I badly craved a stranger's touch, knowing how shameless I could be with him because I'd never see him again. My eyes grazed over the room till they landed on a certain green one. He looked straight at me with a glass in his hand and the other tucked deep in his pocket. Yes, that's the kind I was looking for. Handsome, sexy and totally strange. I strutted towards him because walking wouldn't do justice to the offer I was about to make him. “Hi!” I flashed my most seductive smile at him. “Can I help you?” he replied gruffly. “Actually, you can, but first, why are you in a bar all alone?” He studied me for a second before responding. “Why are you also alone?” he asked, and for a moment, my mind went back to my mum, but I shook it off. She already ruined my life; I won't allow her to ruin a beautiful night for me. “Family issues”, I replied. “Well, same” “Okay, this is pointless”. I paused, already sensing the conversation was leading nowhere, so I decided to be straightforward. “I'm just really stressed out, and I need you to give me an orgasm” He didn't smile, but I saw a sparkle fly across his eyes, then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I have a room upstairs” I smiled, and we both got up as he led us to his room. The moment we stepped in, he twisted the lock and pushed me against the wall before placing his lips on mine. Our lips melted into each other, and he slipped his tongue inside my mouth. I sucked on it before giving him my own tongue, and he did the same. Still kissing me, he asked. “Where do you want to be touched? Tell me, baby doll?” His voice was so thick I still heard echoes in my head. “I want you to eat me out”, my needy voice came out as a plea. He kept kissing me while fondling my breasts through my see-through dress. He pinched the sensitive spot on my rocky n*****s before squeezing it. I moaned into the kiss, and as he ate my lips, I anticipated how those lips would feel on my p***y. He pushed me slowly on the bed, towering over me. I opened my eyes and met his emerald ones on mine. He lowered his head down and licked my earlobe. He traced his long tongue down my neck, sucking and nibbling. My hands flew to his hair, and I gripped it. His hair was soft and slick. He kept sucking my neck while his hands found my dress, and he raised it above my thighs. “You're so damn wet”, he said, staring at my soaked panties. He pulled them down in a minute and went on his knees. Without warning, he closed his lips on my swollen c**t and sucked. My head went back with pleasure as this stranger teased my c**t. My hand found his hair again. Then slowly, he slid his tongue into my p***y and started licking, sucking and tonguing. I felt my release coming as my body shuddered, but he only grabbed my thighs and pulled my p***y closer to his face. He made sounds of satisfaction as he ate me out, and finally I came on his lips. I felt him lick me thoroughly before carrying on. He kept eating me for a good long ten minutes. I was already numb down there as I already came three times on his lips. But he didn't look like he wanted to stop anytime soon. After much sucking, he poured his saliva on my p***y before sliding two fingers into me. “f**k!” My moan came out as a scream, and I looked down on him. He didn't even smile or offer me a friendly gesture. I didn't mind, though; so far, he was doing great tending to my needy p***y, he didn't need to be friendly. His long, slender fingers hit spots I never knew existed in me. He finally curved his fingers in me before pulling them out. His hands glistened under the dim light, but I saw him bring them to his mouth to lick. He slid my panties back on, grabbed his watch from the stand and without a word, he headed for the door. I wanted to speak, but words failed me. I was too shaken to even talk. I lay down on the bed, all wrecked and ruined, with my p***y still throbbing for more, and when I heard the door close shut, I looked up, and he was already gone. What a crazy night!