Submitted To My Step-Brother

Chapter4

The man hauled her from the kitchen, disregarding her kicking legs until they were back in the bedroom. The door closed with a slam behind them, plunging them into near-complete darkness. She was then tossed unceremoniously onto the plush bed, nearly sliding off as her silk nightgown brushed against the sheets.

Hands seized Ara's feet, turning her onto her stomach, a considerable weight pressing down onto her. A breath caressed her neck, lips exploring the bite mark she'd received earlier. Suddenly, teeth bit down on the exact spot, eliciting a pained cry from her.

Ara squirmed in the man's grip, even as her body began to submit. She recognized him from earlier, and her body, traitorously, responded with excitement, lust fogging her senses.

"Why are you here?" she managed.

He chuckled into her hair, his hips grinding his arousal against her buttocks. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't catch your disobedience, little Ara? Defying the rules like a naughty girl. I expected more decorum from a college graduate." He tsked, gently pulling her hair before yanking her head back, his tongue gliding along the contour of her face. She retaliated by scratching his hand, her nails breaking the skin.

She should have been terrified, yet this encounter felt like some perverse form of foreplay. Why was she so aroused?

With the lights off, her eyes strained to see anything beyond the faint glow of the alarm clock on her nightstand. She felt utterly trapped and alone with a madman.

"I didn't do anything," she retorted. His body stilled over hers, and Ara immediately realized that her lie would have consequences. He shifted, distancing himself before a sharp slap landed on her posterior, the area buzzing with pain. Two more smacks left Ara convinced her skin was ablaze.

"Do not lie to me again."

"Please, I didn't-" Her plea was silenced by another stinging slap, her body tensing as the pain morphed into a low, dull throb. He soothingly massaged her reddened flesh, fingers exploring until they reached her lower lips, his mouth brushing her shoulder. She could have fought back at any moment, yet her hands obediently stayed where he'd placed them, anticipation keeping her at his mercy.

"What a good girl you are, taking your punishment and finding pleasure in it."

"Please, I don't know why you're here. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

"Whatever you did? Tell me, Ara," he whispered, his voice a sweet caress, "why did I instruct you to lay flat on your back and remain still?" He pushed her nightgown up and off, discarding it on the floor. She was completely bare before him, immobilized on the mattress until his fingers found her again, gently penetrating her before stretching her wide, her arousal seeping out. He hummed in satisfaction. "Why, Ara?" His words were firmer, his accent as maddening as his touch.

"To retain your semen inside me."

"Yes. But why would I want that?" She heard his zipper slide down, signaling his intention to take her again. Instead of the fear she should be feeling, she willingly spread her legs, granting him full access. "Such a naughty girl for me." He adjusted on the bed, his hands lifting her to her knees, her upper body flat on the bed. "Answer me."

"I-I don't know," she whimpered, her toes digging into the mattress to alleviate the pressure in her shoulders. He slapped her between her legs, her body shuddering from the contact. "Ah! I don't know, please!"

"I believe you do know, sweet Ara. I'll give you a few minutes to collect your thoughts." A few minutes...?

His tongue invaded her, his arm wrapping around her hips to hold her steady as his mouth explored her from behind. His nose traced her slit as he feasted on her.

"Oh my God," she cried out, her hands clutching the sheets, her posterior pressing back into his face as he scooped out her arousal with his tongue, mercilessly flicking her sensitive spot until she was a writhing mess, begging him to continue, to maintain the relentless pressure. Instead, he returned to her entrance, his tongue teasing her until she was a whirlpool of arousal and desperation, pleading for release.

"Do you have an answer yet?"

" An answer for what..."

"I guess we continue," he murmured against her lips, fingering her as he toyed with her sensitive spot, his tongue applying varying intensities of pressure while he leisurely penetrated her. Ara collapsed fully onto the bed, her knees simply giving in.

The guy repositioned himself then, reclining onto his back and guiding her lower body onto his face, her legs dangling over his head as he pleasured her. His nose grazed her sensitive area, adding more stimulation to her already electrified senses. She was left with no choice but to grind against his face, yearning for release. Her inner walls tightened around nothing, yearning to be filled.

"Please," she implored, her words a jumbled plea. "I'll let you finish inside me again if that's what you desire, and I'll behave myself afterwards, just please..."

He clasped her legs, drawing her down his body until she was straddling him, his lips tantalizingly near. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the silhouette of his face stirring a sense of familiarity within her. How did she know him?

"Please what, darling?"

"Please make love to me," she murmured against his lips, delivering a delicate kiss. He groaned into her, his tongue demanding entry. She acquiesced, tasting herself on him, incapable of doing anything but moan as she adjusted her hips to align him at her entrance.

He guided himself into her, thrusting gently as she descended onto him, her hips curving to accommodate him more fully.

"You're so aroused for me, darling. Your tight little body is nearly milking me already." Ara moaned, his provocative words prompting her to take him in fully.

His hands rested on her hips, guiding her as she rode him, his substantial length easing out of her slowly, the veins of his arousal stimulating her inner walls. Ara tweaked her n*****s, the additional stimulation nearly pushing her over the edge as he watched her, his tongue gliding over his full lower lip. He pulled her down onto him, his mouth capturing a n****e as he thrust upwards, his movements synchronized and precise, sending waves of pleasure straight to her core.

Ara gyrated against him, her sensitive spot rubbing him with each forceful hip thrust. "Please, please, please allow me to climax!" She was breathless, her fingers feverishly stimulating her sensitive spot as he pounded into her, holding her steady as his length hit her cervix, a gasping cry escaping her lips as she finally reached her peak, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure washed over her.

She clenched around his shaft, her body sinking onto him further until she felt as if she was engulfing him completely.

"You're not finished with me yet, Ara." She let out a low moan as he initiated the movement of her hips, compelling her to ride out her climax on his length.

"I can't, it's too intense. Oh my God, it's so incredible, please don't make me stop," she pleaded, her body trembling, her arousal soaking them as she rode him. Her movements became languid, decelerating when he swore under his breath, grinding herself onto him until he was panting her name. She felt empowered, like a seductress above him as he cupped her breasts, her flesh spilling over his large hands.

Ara transitioned from one climax to the next, her body tensing, her muscles gripping his arousal until he grunted, pulling her into a passionate kiss, his hand tightening around her throat as he muffled her cries. He rolled them over, thrusting into her repeatedly until she felt his climax shoot inside her, filling her.

"Will you behave for me?" He gently thrust into her, his lips tracing her jaw and neck, biting down on her. She didn't know how many marks she'd have in the morning, but she didn't care as she yawned into his chest.

"I'll behave," she promised, drifting off to sleep in his arms as he pulled out of her, his seed slowly trickling down her inner thigh.

She still didn't even know his name.