Submitted To My Step-Brother

Chapter3

The grip around her throat tightened to an almost alarming degree, his rings digging into her soft flesh, until a powerful orgasm coursed through her, causing her inner walls to grip his length tightly. Ara bit down on her lip in an attempt to suppress the sound that threatened to escape as he relentlessly persisted in his movements, seeing her through her climax and offering no mercy as a second wave of heat started building within her.

As she whimpered from the force of her release, he tenderly kissed the side of her face, one arm guiding her hips to continue their rhythm against him. "This delectable body of yours is mine. If you so much as consider disrespecting me again by flaunting it in a place like this, I won't hesitate to hand you over to my men for a lesson in respect, beginning with Floyd." Floyd grunted quietly in front of her, his release spilling out, wrapping around his hand as he continued to ejaculate onto the floor.

A moan escaped Ara's lips, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip the one that was encircling her throat.

"Leave," he commanded abruptly, maneuvering her until her back was lying on the stage, Floyd now lost to her mind, her legs locked around his hips. He pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her white lacy bra, her breasts straining against the delicate fabric as he explored them with his hands.

His figure loomed ominously above her, his eyes darkened almost to the point of being black with desire, his mouth set in a harsh line as he continued his assault on her body. He didn't leave her with much room to think beyond the pleasure he was eliciting from her.

He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, affording him deeper penetration, stretching her even more until he drove into her relentlessly, the tip of his c**k hitting her cervix. Ara cried out at the initial pain, which then segued into a pulsing throb coursing through her core, her body instinctively drawing his length in further until his balls slapped against her.

Ara felt him throb inside her, a wave of warmth spreading through her core as she climaxed around him, her body milking him until he was spent.

He reached his climax with a grunt, delivering one final shallow thrust before he withdrew from her, the sound causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

She felt his release seeping out of her, and was struck with horror at the realization that he had finished inside her.

She didn't even know him! Why hadn't the thought of using protection crossed her mind?

Adding to her disconcertment was when he gathered his semen from her thighs and inserted his coated fingers back into her.

Ara gasped, a low moan lodged in her throat as he held his fingers firmly inside her.

"You'll lay still and keep me inside you until you hear a knock. I'll know if you move, and you'll regret defying me. One of my men will escort you home."

Ara started to sit up, but his rough hand forced her back down.

"What did I just tell you, Ara? Defy me again, and you'll be punished." He looked at her with a mix of disdain and desire before he adjusted his clothing and left the room, the heavy door closing behind him with a definitive sound.

Left alone with her thoughts, her mind spinning from the events of the past half hour, Ara sat up, disregarding his command. She quickly adjusted her dress before leaving the stage and waiting for a knock, too frightened to further defy him by exiting without his permission. In the dimly lit room, she was unable to locate her panties. Her legs ached as she moved around, his semen smearing on the insides of her thighs.

She shuddered, her body still hypersensitive from his handling, before a wave of fear washed over her when she realized that he had used her name.

Memories....

"Do you ever envision yourself getting married, John?" Ara asked him gently, idly twirling a strand of her ruby-red hair around her finger. She was attempting to project an air of sophistication and allure, striving to seem older than her tender sixteen years as she looked up at the towering figure she was supposed to regard as her stepbrother.

From their very first meeting, Ara knew that John was far from a mere brother. He was destined to be hers.

John sent a fleeting, dark gaze her way, barely acknowledging her presence, let alone answering her question. This was his usual demeanor towards her, seldom taking her seriously and rarely giving her any noticeable attention.

Why wasn't she enough for him?

Ara had never craved something as intensely as she craved John. She even found herself a boyfriend at school who bore a slight resemblance to John if she looked at him from just the right angle. It wasn't the same, but when she closed her eyes while they kissed, she could almost pretend it was John holding her close.

Douglas chose that moment to enter the study, bestowing a proud smile upon his son. "My boy, back from Ireland so soon! What news do you bring?"

John shot his father a disgruntled glance before gesturing towards Ara's presence. She wasn't offended by that; Douglas hardly paid her any attention on most days.

"Bah, the girl knows when to exit so the men can converse." Just like that, Ara was dismissed, a sigh escaping her lips as she left the room. She had hoped John would stop her, draw her to him, and inform his father that she would remain by his side. Instead, he allowed her to leave without a second glance in her direction.

END...

Ara's eyes fluttered open slowly, her brow creasing in confusion. It had been years since she'd reflected on her memories of John from her formative years.

Why were these memories resurfacing now?

Ara propped herself up in bed, the silk sheets pooling around her hips. Her silk nightgown provided little warmth, her n*****s hardening in the chilly air as she left the luxurious bedroom suite of her hotel to fetch a glass of water.

It was still the early hours of the morning, barely five a.m., and the world outside was shrouded in darkness.

She hadn't returned to the mansion where her mother and stepfather were expecting her. Instead, she had opted for a hotel, biding her time until she mustered the courage to immerse herself back into her old life.

She'd been back home for only two days, one of which she'd spent in a passionate tryst with a stranger. The memory made her womb ache, her thighs chafed from where his slacks had rubbed her raw.

Fetching a glass of water in the kitchen, she rifled through a plastic bag that the bellman must have left for her.

Inside was a pill designed to prevent her recent indiscretion from manifesting into a real-life nightmare, not that Ara had much reason to worry about that. She tore open the packaging, her fingers closing around the pill and bringing it to her lips.

Suddenly, a hand clamped onto her wrist painfully, causing the pill to drop from her hand. A cry of surprise escaped her lips as a man grabbed her from behind, his arousal pressing into her lower back.

Ara let out a scream, her head snapping back in an attempt to injure her assailant. Her head collided with a solid chest, causing stars to flicker in her vision from the impact. Just how tall was this man? Ara herself was nearly five foot six, and yet, he towered over her by at least a head.

The man chuckled, a sound eerily familiar from just a few hours ago.