Page 34 of Her Stepbrother Master
“What will they see, little girl?” he asked, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Will they see what happens when you’re a good girl? How your Daddy can’t wait to put his hands all over you?”
Her knees buckled and had she not been pinned against the car, she would have slid down the side.
Brad crushed her breast under one palm, nipping at her neck. His erection pressed against her belly, solid and exciting.
“Are you going to make love to me?” she panted. She didn’t know what gave her the courage to ask such a thing, but there it was—the words had come out of her mouth and she couldn’t take them back. In fact, she didn’t want to take them back.
Brad eased back away from her and opened the door, holding her elbow to help her in. “No,” he said, sounding disappointed.
“Why not?” she demanded the moment he slid into the driver’s seat. “We’re getting married.”
“I don’t want to deflower you until our wedding night.”
“What makes you so certain I am a virgin?” Her need to be sophisticated and experienced in his eyes won out over honesty.
He stilled. “You’re not?”
She hesitated. Would he think less of her? Or more? She discarded the line of thought. Either way, she wanted him to take her, and she wanted it to be that night. She shook her head.
“It—it wasn’t the other night with those boys from Bradley, was it?” he asked, a flash of anger appearing on his face.
“Oh, no, no, not them. It was in high school. With a boyfriend. Just once. But you see, there’s no point in waiting.” She slid closer to him on the seat and reached out to stroke her hand up his thigh. “This little girl wants Daddy to reward her.”
Brad shifted in his seat and she glanced down to see the tent in his trousers.
Shyly, she slid her hand up between his legs and gave it a tentative squeeze.
Brad groaned.
Remembering all the stories the fast girls had told in the dorm bathrooms, she maneuvered herself down until her face reached his crotch and unbuttoned his slacks. Brad’s manhood sprang out and she gripped it, extending her tongue.
Brad hissed and threaded his fingers through LuAnn’s hair, evicting her hat with a flick. Fortunately, they were almost home, or he would have wrecked the car. He somehow managed to pull the T-bird into the driveway and turn it off.
LuAnn sat up and licked her lips, looking devilishly sweet.
“Get in the bedroom,” he growled. “This instant.”
She giggled and leaped from the car, dashing up the steps and using her own key to open the door.
He took a moment to right his trousers before getting out, and inhaled the night air to ease his raging lust. He was shocked to discover she wasn’t a virgin, but not overly disappointed. It meant he no longer had to wait to have her, and at that moment, little else mattered.
He found LuAnn in the bedroom in her underclothing. She dived for the bed, still giggling.
He tackled her. “Are you trying to hide under the covers, little girl?” He yanked the sheets back and straddled her legs. Hooking his index fingers under each strap of her bra, he peeled them down.
She clutched the shaped cups of her bra to her breasts, squirming and laughing below him.
“Do I need to tie you up?”
LuAnn’s eyes dilated and she lifted her hips.
He shifted to unfasten her silk stocking from the garter and slid it off her leg. Stretching it between his two hands, he gave her a wicked smile. “Hold out your wrists for me, sweetheart.”
To his delight, she only hesitated for a moment before she lifted her arms, pinning her delicate wrists together. He wrapped the stocking around her wrists and tied it snugly, then guided them to the post of the bed and secured them above her head. Giving it a test tug, he smiled with satisfaction.
LuAnn’s gaze held equal mixtures of trepidation and lust as she squirmed in anticipation of his touch. He slid his hands beneath her to unhook her bra and eased it up her arms, wrapping it, along with the stockings, around her wrists. He drew a breath at her perfect C cups.
“You are so beautiful. You know that, don’t you, baby doll?”
