Page 28 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
Do NOT remove the device until you are instructed to do so.
Love, Daddy
I put the note back into my locker, taking the box with me and ducking into the nearest restroom. I go into the handicap stall, locking the door behind me, praying no one comes into the bathroom while I’m fiddling with whatever Knox has in store for me.
Knox: One minute, Sirena.
Okay, okay. Jeez.I take my pants off, quickly followed by my panties. Unsure what to do with them, since I don’t have a bag, I hang them on the back of the door temporarily. The cool air of the bathroom tickles my sensitive, bare pussy, and I shudder, suddenly wanting to feel Knox’s mouth on me again.
Quickly, I open the box again, examining the contents more closely this time. A burgundy thong is folded on top of a curved black object that resembles an eyeglass case but not quite as long. Another set of instructions lies beneath the device, telling me how to insert it into the panties.
I move quickly to do so, knowing Knox is most certainly timing me. I wouldn’t mind a spanking, but I also want to know what he’s got planned for this gift.
Pulling the thong into place, I grab my jeans and have just barely stepped into them when a vibration sends me straight to my knees, gasping in pleasure. The sensation stops after just a moment, allowing me to catch my breath.
I stand, quickly buttoning my pants, and grab my discarded panties and place them haphazardly in the gold box to put in my locker on my way back to the table.
Knox:Good girl. I see you followed directions. Now, go back to your friends and keep the panties on for the rest of the day.
Knox:I’ll be watching. I can’t wait to clean you up tonight. ????
I shudder at the promise of his words.
Sirena:Thank you, Daddy.
A quick vibration that’s gone before I can even enjoy it is the only response I get.
I’m sitting in my European history class, waiting for the bell to ring, when a sharp vibration sends me nearly jumping out of my seat.
Before I can get settled again and invent an excuse to appease my confused teacher, a rapid pulsing hits my clit, pausing just long enough between cycles to let me catch my breath before it starts again.
I sink down into my chair, clenching my thighs, mortified, but secretly enjoying the torture Knox is inflicting upon me. After a few minutes, the pulsing changes to a gentle vibration that stokes the fires of my desire even more than before.
I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I can’t help but writhe in my seat, wishing I was instead grinding on Knox’s huge cock as he thrusts into me.
The sadistic man I love continued to torture me during each class for the rest of the afternoon.
After the third orgasm of the day, I texted him, begging for a reprieve. But, he was unrelenting.
My final class of the day is nearly over, and I’m about to jump out of my seat to sprint for the bathroom. After my last orgasm, Knox finally told me I could remove the vibrator after class, but I was to keep the thong on.
As the bell rings, I’m the first out the door, dashing down the hallway to grab my backpack out of my locker before I go to the restroom.
A sigh of relief escapes me when I finally extricate the black vibrator from my still-quivering pussy. I feel both relief and a sense of loss when I put it back in the box I stashed in my pack.
I wash my hands and run them through my hair, looking at myself in the mirror to check for any outward signs that I’m apparently now a sex maniac. Seeing nothing different, I leave the bathroom and go outside to wait for Giuseppe.
Riding the elevator up to the penthouse floor, I’m surprised at how quickly I’ve gotten used to my new lifestyle. While I wouldn’t have chosen it for myself, I can appreciate the ease with which things are accomplished when enough money exists to pave the way.
I walk to Knox’s—my—front door but hesitate before opening it. I turn, looking across the vestibule at Rowan’s door. Realizing I haven’t seen my mom in a few days, I text Knox to let him know my plans, even though he’s tracking me and will know in a matter of moments where I am, and march across the marble floor and knock sharply.
Hoping Mom is the one to answer, I step back, waiting. Soon, I hear the clacking of heels on tile, and I smile, happy that my wish came true.
When she opens the door, her grin grows, and she reaches to pull me in for a hug. “Hi, Mom,” I say into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.
“Sirena,” she signs, holding me tighter. After a minute, she leans back, looking at me. “You look radiant. Come in, come in. I was just getting dinner together.”
“It smells incredible,” I say, taking an appreciative sniff as we walk through the apartment toward the kitchen. “What is it?”
