Owned by my Stepbrother:The Dom I never wanted

It's wrong

Patrick's Pov

My heart was still racing like crazy when José pulled me off the padded bench. My ass burned from all the hard spanks he had given me. Every step made the sore skin sting. My legs felt weak and shaky, like they could give out at any moment. I couldn't believe this was really happening. My mind was spinning so fast I felt dizzy.

"José… we can't do this," I whispered. My voice was shaking badly. "It's wrong. You're my stepbrother. This is forbidden. We have to stop right now."

He just smirked at me. It was the same arrogant look he always had at home, but now it was mixed with something much darker and hungrier. His eyes looked at me like I belonged to him. He picked up my clothes from the floor and helped me dress. His hands were rough but careful as he pulled my shirt over my head and helped me with my pants. "Forbidden?" he said quietly, leaning close to my ear. His breath was warm on my skin. "You came here begging to be ruined, little brother. And now you're mine. We're leaving."

I didn't argue anymore. My legs felt too weak to fight him. José spoke quickly to the managers, Mr. Laris and Ms. Freya. He told them something about taking full care of his submissive for the night. They nodded like it was completely normal, as if this kind of thing happened all the time. He put a strong hand on my back and led me out of The Shadow Chamber and into the cool night air.

The whole ride home was silent. I sat in the passenger seat of his car and stared out the window. My face felt hot with shame. Every time I moved, my sore ass stung against the seat. The memories kept flashing in my head—his strong hands spanking me, his deep commanding voice, the way he edged me until I was shaking and begging. I kept my hands in my lap and tried not to look at him.

When we finally got home, I ran straight to my room and locked the door behind me. I could hear José's heavy footsteps in the hallway. He stopped right outside my door for a moment. My heart pounded. But he didn't knock. After a few seconds, he walked away to his own room.

I collapsed onto my bed, breathing fast. I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling. My mind wouldn't stop replaying everything. His rough hands on my ass, the way he teased my hole with his fingers, and how he stroked me until I was desperate. Even though I knew it was wrong, my body was still aching for more. My c**k was hard again just from thinking about it.

*Hey everyone… I know I should feel disgusted, but right now I can't stop thinking about him.*

I pulled my pants down and wrapped my hand around my hard c**k. I started rubbing slowly, remembering every detail from the club. Then I reached under my bed and took out the small dildo I had hidden there for a long time. My hands were shaking as I lubed it up. I pushed it against my sore hole and slowly slid it inside. As I moved it in and out, I imagined it was José's thick c**k.

"Oh god… José…" I whispered to myself. I rubbed my c**k faster, thinking about his muscles, his rough hands, and the way he called me "little brother" in that deep voice. The mix of pain from my sore ass and the pleasure from the dildo made my whole body shake. I came hard, biting my pillow so no one would hear me moan his name.

After that, I felt empty and guilty. I cleaned up quickly and tried to sleep, but my mind kept spinning. I couldn't stop thinking about how wrong it was… and how much I secretly wanted it to happen again.

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The next morning, I was very quiet at breakfast. That's rare for me—I usually talk a lot with Mom. She looked at me with worry while she poured coffee.

"Patrick, what's wrong, honey?" she asked gently. "You're so quiet today."

I forced a small smile and looked down at my plate. "It's nothing, Mom. Just tired from studying late."

Julius was reading his newspaper and didn't notice much. But José sat across from me, eating calmly like nothing had happened. His eyes kept meeting mine across the table. Every time our eyes locked, I quickly looked away. My face felt hot again. I could still feel the soreness in my ass from his spanks. It was a constant reminder of what we did.

At the university later that day, I tried to avoid him. I went to the library between classes, hoping to hide among the books. I sat at a quiet table with my notebooks open, but I couldn't focus. Then José found me. He walked up without making much noise and sat down right next to me.

"Hey, little brother," he said softly. His voice was low so no one else could hear. "We need to talk about last night."

I kept my eyes on my notebook. My hands were shaking a little. "There's nothing to talk about, José. It was a mistake. We can't do that again. It's forbidden… we're family."

He leaned closer. I could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body. "I know it's wrong. I know you're my stepbrother. But I can't help it, Patrick. When I saw you naked on that bench, completely exposed and begging… something inside me snapped. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you right now. And I'm not planning to let you go."

My heart pounded hard in my chest. I looked up at him, shocked by his words. "What about your girlfriend? You have a girlfriend, José. What are you even saying?"

He didn't look guilty at all. He stared at me with those intense eyes. "She's not exactly my girlfriend, Patrick, and you know it. After seeing you like that… I can't stop thinking about you. About how you sounded when you begged. This isn't just a game for me. I want you, Patrick. All of you."

I swallowed hard. My face was burning with embarrassment and something else I didn't want to admit. Part of me wanted to run away and never look back. But another part remembered how good it felt when he took complete control. My body still tingled at the memory. I didn't know what to say. My mind was a complete mess.

José smirked a little, that confident look back on his face. "This isn't over, little brother. Not even close."

He stood up and walked away, leaving me sitting there alone with my racing thoughts and a heart that wouldn't slow down.

I stayed in the library for a long time. I stared at my books but couldn't read a single word. My body still remembered every touch from last night. And now José's words kept repeating in my head.

He wasn't going to let me go.

And deep down, I wasn't sure I wanted him to.