HIS BROTHER'S SIN

“Done,” the man said after transferring the money into my account. My phone vibrated in my hand, and I scrolled up the screen. My heart skipped. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “I paid extra to get exactly what I want…” he added, his voice calm, dangerous. I looked up at him. This man terrifies me. He’s probably in his late twenties, with inky black messy hair, grey eyes that look as if they could cut through skin, a sharp jawline, and straight cheekbones. His body is well built, like a god carved out of stone. He has that same arrogant, bratty billionaire aura…but there was something else. He reminded me of someone… someone I knew. “I read those rules you forwarded to me…” my voice cracked, trembling. “The chains and binding… I’m not really familiar with those.” Yeah, I’m not a virgin. But I’ve never been bound during s*x. He rose from the chair in a slow, deliberate movement and crossed the room with firm strides, stopping directly in front of me. His presence loomed, his shadow swallowing me whole. “It’s one of my number one rules. That’s why I sent it to you… so you’ll know what you’re walking into.” I swallowed hard, staring up at him. Gosh, this man carries a whole level of beauty… yes, beauty. “I’ve… I’ve never done it before. I… I…” He suddenly chuckled, low and deep. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll be the one in control.” Of course. He looked like the dominant type. But still… I didn’t know if this was safe. He turned, walking to the counter. There was a drawer there. I hadn’t noticed it before. He opened it and pulled out shackles, cuffs, and a red blindfold. My breath caught. “Strip.” The word was sharp, commanding. My stomach fluttered, legs trembling so badly I nearly collapsed. My hands clutched at the hem of my dress like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Strip. I’d heard that before, but from him it was different…raw, primal, dripping with s*x. I forced myself to move. Slowly, I walked to the bed, dropped my phone on the counter, and slid my dress off my body. My bra followed. His eyes tracked every inch of me. I stood there, left only in my panties. When he stepped forward, his gaze burned with lust, dark and hungry. I hooked my fingers at the sides of my panties, pushed them down, and heard the sound he made. A groan. Rough. Animalistic. I climbed onto the bed slowly, deliberately, laying in the center like an offering. My voice slipped out before I even thought about it. “Please… don’t hurt me.” He paused, eyes fixed on me, then gave a small nod. Silent. Reassuring. He came closer, crawling onto the bed. His hands were strong but careful as he bound my wrists to the headboard with the cuffs. His movements were deliberate, like he was restraining himself from doing something reckless. The cold touch of metal snapped against my skin, locking me in place. My chest rose and fell rapidly. “Breathe,” he murmured, close to my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I swallowed, my lips trembling. “I… I am.” “No. You’re shaking,” he said, his grey eyes locking onto mine. “Are you scared?” “Yes.” My whisper broke. “But I don’t want to run.” His lips curved, almost a smile. “Good.” He kissed me then. Hard. Rough. His mouth claimed mine like he’d been starving for it. I gasped into him, and his tongue slid into my mouth, dominating, exploring, taking. My body arched, my wrists pulling against the cuffs, useless. He pinned me down further, one hand gripping my jaw, the other sliding down my stomach until it dipped between my thighs. I gasped again, jerking. “Oh—” “Shh…” His lips brushed against mine, his fingers pressing against my c**t. “You’re wet already. You like being tied down.” “No… I…” My voice trailed off into a moan as he circled harder, faster. “Yes, you do.” His smirk was felt against my lips. My legs spread wider without me thinking. My body betrayed me. He slid a finger inside, slow at first, then deeper. My back arched violently. “f**k…” His chuckle rumbled against my throat. “Say it again.” “f**k,” I cried, louder this time, as he pushed another finger inside me, curling them just right. He kissed down my neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks that burned. His free hand gripped my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me moan into his mouth. “You’re mine now,” he growled against my skin. “Every sound you make belongs to me.” “Please,” I whispered, my body trembling uncontrollably. “Please what?” “Please… don’t stop.” That was all he needed. He pulled his fingers out, slick with me, and shoved his pants down. My eyes widened when I saw him—thick, hard, intimidating. My breath caught. “That… that won’t fit.” “Oh, it’ll fit.” His smirk was dangerous. “And you’ll take it.” He pressed himself against my entrance, teasing, rubbing. My body writhed against the cuffs, desperate and terrified all at once. “Do you want it?” he asked, his voice low. “I… yes. God, yes,” I breathed, not recognizing my own voice. “Say it clearly.” “I want you inside me.” The sound of my words seemed to flip something inside him. He thrust forward, hard, burying himself deep inside me in one stroke. I screamed…half pain, half ecstasy…as my body stretched around him. “f**k,” he groaned into my ear. “You’re so tight.” My nails dug helplessly into the air, wrists straining against the cuffs. He gave me no time to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again. “Ahhh…oh God…” “That’s it,” he hissed, his pace rough, relentless. “Take me.” Every thrust sent me higher, burning, tearing, building something uncontrollable inside me. The cuffs rattled with every movement, metal clanging as I writhed beneath him. “Look at me,” he growled, gripping my chin so my eyes met his. His thrusts grew deeper, slower, grinding against my core. “Tell me who’s in control.” “You…” I gasped, barely able to speak. “You are.” “That’s right.” His lips crushed mine again as he pounded harder, my body screaming in pleasure. My orgasm ripped through me, violent, uncontrollable. I screamed into his mouth, my body convulsing around him. He didn’t stop, kept driving into me until he finally groaned, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside me. His body collapsed against mine, his breath hot, ragged. The cuffs still held me, my wrists sore, my body trembling. This was basically the best s*x I've had in my entire life… too bad it has come to an end… and too bad, we'll never see each other again… He lifted his head slowly, his grey eyes piercing into mine. “This,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face, “is only the beginning.”