Touch me in 4k, stepbrother

Olivia It's currently 12 am, midnight. And I'm waiting to get f****d. I sat on the bed in one of the club's private rooms, my knees tucked beneath me as I waited for a total stranger to walk through the door and change something about me forever. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. But my n*****s tightened beneath the black lace of my lingerie, and the dull ache between my thighs grew stronger until I couldn't help but rub my thighs together. I swallowed hard and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. The thrill from the dark thoughts in my mind might make me horny, but I was nervous. Or maybe terrified. Actually, I think I could feel both. I'm about to lose my virginity, in the secrecy of this slightly dark room because it's the only choice I could take with my life and my body. This was supposed to be something I experienced with someone I loved. Perhaps my boyfriend, if I had one. Someone who knew me, cared about me, and would make my first time something I could remember without regret. Instead, I am here, waiting for a complete stranger to do it just because I'm an impulsive nineteen year old which I am still not unapologetic for. A black silk blindfold covered my eyes, I could barely see the glow of the table lamp, that was the only source of light in the room when I arrived. It left me with nothing but the sounds of music coming from the club beyond the walls and my own frantic heartbeat. If I were a normal girl, I wouldn't be plagued with the life I have. But I have never been normal. I am a Volkov. The Volkov Bratva were one of the most powerful mafia families in New York, and being born into a family like mine meant that my life had never truly belonged to me. My father had already decided who I would marry when I turned nineteen, which was unfortunately last month. To a man old enough to be my grandfather. He's f*****g sixty five. “You don't have a choice, Olivia.” My dad had said. Truly I didn't. My marriage was about a secret transaction between two powerful families. I was simply the price needed to be paid. And now, with my wedding approaching, I had decided there was one thing I could still choose for myself. My first time. If I couldn't choose the man I would marry, at least I could choose the man who would take my virginity. Someone young, masculine and handsome. Someone that would make my fantasies of eventually falling in love and getting married to come to reality. At least just for tonight. I planned it and I escaped to make my wish come true. I walked into the first available night club I could find and demanded to be a hooker for the night for free. Tonight, I don't want to think about the old man waiting to claim me as his little wife. For one night, I wanted something that belonged only to me. Even if it would be with a complete stranger. Even if I am currently shaking beneath this blindfold. I'll still go through with it. I took a slow, unsteady breath and tried to calm my racing heart. Then I heard the door knob move. My entire body went still. He was here. I heard the solid sound of heavy footsteps on the wooden floor. An addictive smell of a Tom Ford cologne blew straight into my nostrils. “He…hello?” I called out but didn't receive a response. My fingers curled into the sheets as my breathing hitched up. He didn't stop, his footsteps approached slowly till he eventually closed the distance and stopped in front of the bed. I sat still not knowing what to do. Should I say hello again? Maybe he didn't hear me the first time. I'm about to say something else but my words got stuck when I felt his hand graze my chin. The slight touch was electric. My neck tilted on its own accord and a slight gasp escaped my lips. “What do you want?” Oh god. His voice was deep. Too deep, my n*****s became more hardened that it hurts. I wanted to feel his whole hands on my body. I wanted him to start doing things to me, the mere thought, gave me dark thrills and made me so wet I definitely drenched my panties. I captured my lips between my teeth and bit down slightly, “I want you to make love to me.” My voice was hoarse. I suddenly felt his hand take my left hand in his. They were just as I imagined. Big and rough. I honestly wish I could remove my blindfold to see his face. But that would give my identity away. So I made myself content with his touch and my imagination. He put both my index and middle finger into his mouth and licked, my breath seized as his tongue wrapped around them. A sigh escaped my lips before I could stop it. My cheeks turned pink and my core throbbed. “I don't make love, Angel.” He drawled, I could hear amusement lace his every tone. “I fuck.” he said in a low, husky monotone. I rubbed my thighs unconsciously and I heard him chuckle dryly. “Do you want me to go ahead, Angel?” He asked. It was a surprise, I never knew anyone would ask for permission before spending the night with someone they already paid for. The realization he might not be an asshole made me more horny as f**k. “Yes.” I swallowed, “...Please.” “I'm going to f**k you, mark you, and make you cry harder than you've ever done before. Do you understand?” His voice was so low and dark with dominance that I could barely hear what he was saying, but I was so engrossed in my own excitement and fear that I didn't care. “Yes.” I whispered. He reached behind me and with a single snap, he unhooked my bra, my perfectly round breasts spilling out of their bondage and bouncing free. His big hands cupped them both and gave them a hard squeeze, my head fell back as a moan escaped my lips. His thumb rolled over my n****e continuously as he squeezed my boobs till my moans got louder. I bit down hard on my lips trying to contain myself while I writhe beneath his hold. He bent down to my face, his slightly rough cheeks brushing against mine. His hot breath on my ear sent waves of shivers down my body. “It’s Sir, angel.” His thumb pressed against my lips and my breath quickened as his thumb slid into my mouth, “You have to remember who owns tonight. Do you hear me?” “Yes…” I gasped, “Sir.” “Good f*****g girl.”