Submitted To My Step-Brother

Chapter2

The guy rubbed his jaw, his tattoos and thick silver rings were conspicuous. Could one of those rings bear a family crest? His dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms adorned with more tattoos and an expensive-looking watch. He wore a deep green silk vest that perfectly matched the emerald hue of his eyes.

The atmosphere around him felt ominous, and Ara couldn't shake the sensation of being a fly trapped in a spider's web as he evaluated her. What was more unsettling was the way her body reacted to his scrutiny, a part of her hoping that he wouldn't find her wanting. For some inexplicable reason, she found herself yearning for him, craving his presence as intensely as she did caffeine or a good book.

The room had fallen so silent that she could have heard a pin drop.

He leaned forward, one finger tracing the curve of her breasts, causing her to become acutely aware of the thin material of her dress. His hand moved until he had a grip on her white gold necklace, using it to pull her closer.

In response to his silent command, Ara acted, not wishing for him to shatter her treasured necklace. She laid her hands on his muscular thighs, feeling the tension that rippled beneath her touch.

"A remarkable piece of jewelry adorning a remarkable woman. It's quite costly. Is it a token from a lover?" he inquired.

"No," she responded curtly.

"Then, is it from someone of little consequence?" His voice took on an icy edge as he posed the question, and Ara, not for the first time, had the unsettling sensation that she had stepped into deeper waters than she could navigate.

"It's from my stepbrother," she retorted.

"That doesn't quite provide the answer to my earlier question, lass."

"He is of significant importance to me; he is family," she defended.

"A man doesn't bestow a necklace of this caliber on family. An emerald as magnificent as this nestled between two enticing breasts? That's a present from a man who harbors desires. A man asserting his ownership."

Ara felt a blush creep up her neck, the memory of her last substantial encounter with John vivid in her mind.

"You're mistaken," she countered, even though deep down, she had a gnawing suspicion that he wasn't off the mark. John had never truly embodied the role of a brother toward her.

"Everyone, out," he ordered. As the sounds of several people exiting the room filled the air, the enigmatic man held her chin, keeping her gaze fixated on him as he addressed the man behind her. "Floyd. You may observe, but refrain from touching."

Ara's eyes widened as the implications of his words started to sink in.

"If you are under the impression that I will simply let you have your way with me, you are sorely mistaken. I have no interest."

"You've come here with a particular intention in mind, darling, and I am the one you'll be engaging with tonight." His rough hands drew her onto his lap, pushing up her dress to expose her lacy white thong. Before Ara could gather her wits to push him away, his fingers slid her panties aside, revealing her.

His fingers journeyed through her arousal, and he smirked at her as she gasped at the sensation, her body instinctively gravitating towards his exploratory fingers, silently encouraging him.

"Ah, lass. It appears you desire me more than you're willing to let on." He repositioned her legs on either side of his hips, parting her wide open for him, his arousal evident through his trousers. "It's your lucky evening, as I'm in a particularly obliging mood."

With no preamble, he thrust three fingers inside her, drawing a startled cry of surprise from her. It had been such a long time since she had been with anyone that her body reacted with surprise to the intrusion, her inner walls clenching around him, eagerly pulling him in deeper. She should have been mortified and should have pushed him away. Instead, she adjusted her hips, granting him better access to her.

Her mysterious stranger let out a soft whistle, leaning forward to place a forceful bite on her neck until she whimpered in his grasp.

Ara clung to his shoulders, plotting to push him away and make her escape. But his fingers curved inside her, caressing her inner walls, and she found herself leaning into him, moaning into his neck as her hips moved of their own accord, riding his hand. His thumb brushed her clit, sending tremors through her, and her hips chased the source of the pleasure.

He chuckled low in his throat, his other hand gripping her backside hard enough to leave a mark.

He was rough with her, asserting his claim on her in every conceivable way. Ara couldn't shake off the feeling that he was marking her, branding her for all to see.

The sound of a throat clearing behind them caused Ara to tense within his grip. She had entirely forgotten about Floyd, her movements coming to a halt even though her desire was mounting.

The stranger swiftly turned her around, pressing her back against him.

"You'll reach down and unzip me," he murmured seductively into her ear. Ara reached between them, contorting her arm into an awkward angle until she had released him from his slacks. She found herself unable to resist his command. Her hands explored his length, the warm, velvety texture a stark contrast to his size and girth. The thought of how he might not fit inside her caused her a pang of fear, yet the simple notion of attempting to accommodate him in her body heightened her arousal.

Her body spasmed around his fingers, already craving more of him.

Floyd occupied a spot on the sectional in front of them, his arousal in his hand as he watched, his grip moving leisurely. Ara felt uneasy observing him, yet she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the glossy fluid accumulating on his tip.

Her companion withdrew his fingers, leaving her wanting, as he took hold of his shaft, aligning it with her entrance. Was she really about to engage in an intimate act with a stranger while another man observed? She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her mysterious partner's dark presence enveloping her in the dimly lit room. This entire situation was ludicrous. She wasn't accustomed to such experiences.

"So, you thought you could attend this event tonight and offer yourself freely, lass?" He entered her unceremoniously, his large member pushing into her until her body welcomed him with a spasm. Ara let out a surprised cry when his tattooed hand gripped her throat tightly, pulling her back against his chest as he thrust into her from behind. He spread her legs on either side of him, widening his stance until she was left utterly exposed, her groomed lower region on display for Floyd, who began to quicken his pace as he stared, captivated, at her intimate area.

He was genuinely allowing his friend to observe him taking her. A blush crept up her cheeks, and her stomach tightened with each secretive thrust into her. She could only imagine the sight they presented, his member moving inside her, slick with her arousal.