Submitted To My Step-Brother

Chapter11

Floyd growled at her, biting her fingers and laughing when she gasped in surprise. "We're going to have a delightful time, just the two of us."

Ara saw the fear flicker across Lucielle's face and redirected her gaze back to John. "Please, John. Don't let him harm her."

John unbuckled her seatbelt, roughly pulling her up by the arm before dragging her towards the bedroom. Ara resisted, her heels digging into the carpeted floor. "Don't let him, John, or I swear I'll evade you at every opportunity!"

Lucielle's cry echoed behind them, spurring Ara into action.

John was in front of her in an instant, his nose brushing against hers as he seethed. "Do you presume you have the authority to dictate my commands to my men? How to control them? She's a gift, my dear. If he wishes to have his way with her until she's no more, then that's his prerogative."

A loud moan followed by a series of gasps sounded from behind them. John glanced over Ara's shoulder, a smirk appearing on his face at the sight.

"It seems she might not be as resistant as you believe." He then continued towards the back, leading Ara into the room. He left the door ajar, perching on the edge of the bed. Escape was within her reach, but Ara knew if she fled, he would pursue. He was likely hoping she would try to escape, eager for the thrill of the chase.

So, she stood there, frozen, unsure of her next move.

"Disrobe."

Her hands instinctively moved towards the buttons on her coat, fingers pausing as he watched her, utterly captivated.

"I unambiguously demanded you to disrobe, and I indeed meant every word of it. If I have to intervene and assist you, I'll ensure to escort you back to the forefront where your companion can bear witness to my actions. Perhaps, after you, I might even extend the courtesy to her."

Ara shot him a look of pure loathing at his words, rapidly divesting herself of her coat and flinging it in his direction.

He responded with a dark chuckle, bringing the discarded garment to his face and deeply inhaling her lingering perfume.

"Continue."

She bent to remove her heels, but was surprised when he commanded her to retain them.

Ara then proceeded to undo the buttons at the back of her neck, one by one, slowly peeling the velvety fabric off her arms. As she gathered the dress around her hips, her breasts tumbled free, with just the pasties providing scant coverage. John muttered a low curse as her breasts jiggled around the emerald nestled between them, her hips shimmying to slide the dress down and off her legs, leaving her clad in nothing but a delicate pink thong and her heels.

With a casual crook of his finger, he motioned for her to approach. Ara complied, stepping between his spread legs.

His roughened, work-worn hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer until her breasts were at his eye level. Emitting a soft groan, he bit at her breasts, tearing the pasties off her n*****s.

The entire scenario shouldn't have been arousing, but Ara found herself increasingly turned on, her n*****s hardening as she clung to his neck, urging his mouth back to her breasts. Perhaps if she could guide him, distract him, he wouldn't carry out his ominous threat from earlier.

John bestowed a gentle kiss on her n****e, nuzzling one of the numerous bite marks he'd imprinted on her. It turned out she was the one being led astray, her body aflame from his mere touch before she realized his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down until she was on her knees before him, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"What did I caution you would transpire if you dared to deceive me yet again?"

Ara's mouth went dry at his menacing tone, a battle between lust and fear raging within her.

"You claimed you would fill my mouth with your arousal." Oh God. She'd maintained her innocence for so long, completely unacquainted with such acts, and John was undoubtedly well-endowed. It was highly unlikely he would be gentle with her; he was hell-bent on teaching her a harsh lesson.

"Why did you fabricate a lie, fully cognizant of the impending repercussions, my dear?"

A perverse, darker part of her was cognizant of exactly why she'd lied, but all she responded with was, "I didn't intend to. I was seized by panic." Recognizing her lie yet again, he exhaled a sigh, his hands gently caressing her hair.

"Free my arousal, sweet Ara."

Anticipation caused her hands to tremble, her knees quivered as she followed his instruction until his substantial length was cradled in her hand.

Out in the main cabin, Ara heard Lucielle release a keening wail, the sound of flesh connecting echoed, followed by her cries of passion and grunts from Floyd.

The sounds sent a spasm through her core, her ears burning.

"I knew you harbored a particular fetish, my dear. Now, take me in your mouth."

"I haven't participated in such activities in a considerable amount of time." She was afraid she'd be inadequate, disappointing. Regardless of their connection through marriage, Ara didn't want him seeking satisfaction elsewhere because he deemed her inept or frigid.

She gazed at the pearl of precum glistening on his tip, giving it a leisurely lick. His thighs tensed, hands fisting in her hair as he restrained himself. It was evident he yearned to thrust his length deep into her throat as he'd threatened, but for some reason, he held back. Almost as if he was concerned about her enjoyment.

She enveloped his tip with her mouth, sucking gently as her lips stretched wide around him, her hands gripping his shaft and delivering a teasing stroke. Ara took him in a bit further, another inch sinking into her mouth.

"Oh God, Floyd, take me. Take me forcefully. Oh!"

Ara took him in as deeply as she could manage, John letting out a loud curse before standing, holding the back of her head in place as he delivered a preliminary thrust, the head of his arousal nudging the back of her throat. She choked around him, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Relax," he guided after observing her struggle to accommodate his length. Ara tried, her thighs rubbing together, acutely aware of how soaked her panties were. As soon as she relaxed slightly, John began his rhythmic thrusts, his arousal sinking deeper into her throat.

Ara moaned around his length, rendered helpless but to suck ardently on him as he held her head in place, using her mouth to satisfy his desires.

"Sustain that pressure, darling." Ara's tongue caressed the underside of his tip, his arousal twitching in her mouth before she began to eagerly draw on his length, her fingers gently cupping and twisting his testicles. She'd forgotten how gratifying it felt to bring a man such pleasure like this. Knowing it was John she was satisfying, Ara felt a surge of arousal, her panties becoming soaked as she vigorously took him deep and swallowed, her throat constricting around him.

John let out a startled exclamation at that, his fingers pulling at the sides of her lips, forcing her jaw wider as he drove into her, each stroke potent enough to bruise the back of her throat. Saliva dribbled down her chin until he released her, allowing her to withdraw with a gasp, tears streaking her face due to the constant pressure of his arousal.