Page 35 of Her Stepbrother Master
She blushed and bit her lip.
“Do you?” he asked more emphatically.
“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered, causing his heart to lurch.
“Well, you are,” he said firmly. “It’s a fact. But I’m glad I help you see it.” He lowered himself and kissed down her neck and down her sternum. Pinching both her nipples at once, he squeezed and lifted.
She gasped, arching into him. Confusion flitted across her expression. “What are you doing?”
“Torturing you. I like to hear your cries and squeals.”
“Do you like to hurt me?”
“Yes.” He figured honesty was best if he expected her to commit her life to him. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, teasing the stiffened peaks. “I like to give you pleasure and I like to give you pain. I like for your entire existence to be under my thumb. But you’ll always be safe with me. Do you believe that?”
A tear slid from the corner of her eye, but she nodded her head.
His heart seized. Lowering his head, he licked the salty liquid from her cheek. “Why the tears?”
She shook her head. “I’m just happy,” she said in wavering voice.
He exhaled and his heart began pumping blood once more. “Are you sure? I might be able to limit your torture to only the times when you require discipline.”
She gave a bark of laughter. “Absolutely not. I’d much rather have it when I’m not in trouble.”
He grinned and settled over her, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, then biting gently.
She moaned and squirmed, tugging at her bound hands.
He took the nipple between his fingers and pinched, rolling it as he moved to the other side, offering the same treatment with his lips and teeth. Kissing down her belly, he unhooked her other stocking and rolled it down, then eased off her girdle, which doubled as a garter belt. Next, he divested her of her panties, loving the way she looked away with embarrassment when her pussy was exposed.
He drew in a breath. “You shaved it again.”
She smiled. “Daddy likes it bare.”
He pounced on her, nipping her neck as he rolled his hips against hers.
“I may not be an expert,” she said in a breathy voice, “but I think you’re wearing too much clothing for this to work right.”
He chuckled and pushed himself upright, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as possible. He tossed it over his shoulder, pulled off his undershirt, and removed his trousers and skivvies.
LuAnn lost her shyness, lifting her head and staring at his manhood boldly.
He smiled. “Bend your knees and spread your feet apart.”
Alarm flitted across her face, but she obeyed without questioning him.
He made an approving noise deep in his throat. “Look at that pretty pussy.” Dew glistened between her nether lips, so plump and perfect. He pushed her knees up to her shoulders and traced her sex with his tongue, parting her lips and investigating all her folds.
She moaned and her knees pressed back against his hands. He circled her clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub until she began to pant, her cries growing louder and more needy. He penetrated her with his tongue, then licked from anus to clit, ignoring her squeal of protest.
Grabbing a condom, he slid it on. They might be marrying soon, but he wouldn’t compromise her. He settled between her open legs, returning his focus to the torture of one nipple, which he pinched as he rubbed his sheathed cock over her glossy slit. He pushed against her tight entrance.
She tugged at her bonds and whimpered.
He met resistance and pushed harder.
She cried out in pain and he froze. It had been several years since he’d had a virgin, but he remembered the feeling of breaking her hymen.
