The Hot Brothers Ch. 12

I lowered my head in fear of the punishment to come, quickly removing my hand from the silver of the chastity device. Why would I care to call him anything but Master, Lord, or Dark Lord. They were most definitely who he wanted to be in my life.

"If you're done playing back alley rape while you think I'm sleeping, you should return to the front."

Caleb sucked between his teeth and grimaced. He'd come to comfort me at the risk of his own hide. Noble and caring, unlike the cruel Master who'd come to end our affair.

Though all reality set in as John marched toward us and yanked the fabric from Caleb's clutches. "Give me that."

I covered my chest, unwilling to give John the satisfaction of an easy peek at my breasts. The man pushed past Caleb and squatted in front of me, gripping my ankle as he used his key to unlock the spot where the chain had been secured.

He gripped me by the upper arm and lifted as though I were a naughty child to be dragged away. And I did stumble at his side as he led me further into the back past the door that entered the moderately spacious bathroom for a tour bus.

After unlocking the next door, we entered a section with black curtains over the walls and a bed with purple silk sheets that took up the entire end. Caleb must have gotten those for me, but I would be stuck with John.

"You're bound to be exhausted, so sleep," he ordered.

"I want to be with Caleb," I muttered, not concerned with any punishment to follow.

John tossed the sheer outfit to the side. "Why? So you can dress up like Princess Jasmine or play Pirates of Ravishment?"

That happened to be a very good short story I found online and read on more than a few occasions. He'd gone through my browser history. What a fucking nosy jerk.

He glared down to where my arm hugged around my chest. He truly was a jealous asshole. At least Caleb had moderately warned me.

Embarrassed at the situation, I chose to scan the room, catching sight of a cello on a stand tucked against the corner I'd passed on entry. So he did enjoy the instrument, at least enough that it was accessible.

"Get on the bed," John ordered.

"Caleb got me those sheets, I don't want to dirty them with you." I immediately struggled to swallow as his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared.

"I ordered those. And the only reason he knows anything you like is because I paid attention to you."

Caleb did mention John's interest in me. But that was more of a stalker's interest. An obsessed fan who'd seen some of my videos from before my grandmother died and I had to take over the shop. Back when I'd been a part-time student at the college thirty minutes away as well as helping out at home. I started those occasional videos my freshman year to help make my grandmother's shop known.

Millennial Pervert! I couldn't complain too much though. What girl wouldn't want the attention of a man as sexy and wealthy as him. If he weren't such an asshole, at least.

"Get in the bed," he growled, pressing his body against mine in a way to herd me toward where he wanted me to go.

"Yes, Master." My response held venom. Go ahead, spank me again. It didn't hurt that bad after a while.

"I'm not going to be your wonderland fantasy Master." He continued to steer me toward the bed until I bumped it.

Yeah, no denying it. That was hot, intentional or not. It felt as though the man I'd been trying desperately to evade for years found me. This time, I wouldn't escape like the several times before. This time he'd created a special soundproof area in his basement for me. The place he would ravish me time and again on silk sheets.

I collapsed to the bed, helpless on my back to look up to my captor. Fuck, did he turn me on with that dominating glower. I crawled backward, awaiting the moment he gripped my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the mattress to pound into my begging cunt that couldn't help but answer to his villainous appeal.

My legs spread as I continued further away. Of course I wasn't bidding him to force himself upon me. To rid me of this hindering device that protected me from the certain tormenting pounding as he had me pinned to the bed and forced me to have an orgasm. And whatever could I do if he decided to do just that?

He worked his dark tee up his body and chunked it to the floor near where the sheer slave outfit rested. Now came the prowl onto the bed; the arrival of his body above mine, his groin pressing against metal that added the hint of a feel to my throbbing nub. I was so helpless against a man with such defined muscles that flexed as he took my wrists and connected the cuffs above my head.

His next reach had the familiar sound of a chain and the click of it locking into one of the wrist restraints. "You planning to fantasize about me giving you the best orgasm of your life?" he asked.

I licked my lips, near breathless to respond. "No, Sir." I hoped he would force it as I fought desperately against the violating pleasure.

"Good." He rolled off of me. "Go to sleep." His voice increased with his next words. "Lights off."

The room darkened to inky blackness.

Seriously? He actually did that? What had I expected, though. This was the asshole that Caleb would free me of. This was the man who'd decided to purchase me because of an obsession.

16 wonderLand

Oh, yes, Julie is quite the dreamer in her wonderland filled with flowers. But she'll settle down soon and run a shop in the city... and give me some grandbabies as soon as the right man comes along.

They were my grandmother's words in a small local paper interview after I'd drawn attention to her shop with my instagram. I thought she could expand since her creations were so loved. And she did receive more orders, but further away in the state by the clients who did their research when choosing a florist.

Wonderland. The same word she teased me with, John used as a weapon. Had he read that article in his time stalking me? Probably.

Had he followed all my posts? They dried up after my grandmother grew ill, and completely fizzled after her death. He probably knew all of that, too. Maybe he thought the grandbabies talk was a calling to him as the right man. There was no right man for the baby thing. Though I did feel the guilt of never wanting to give her grandchildren. After all, she'd practically viewed me as her own child and spoke of me as such. But a bit indulgent to my fancies, perhaps.

The man sleeping man nearby didn't repulse me as he should have. I'd always cringed at the thought of sleeping with someone. They would've interrupted my thoughts and actions.

John did interrupt my thoughts and he relished doing so. He also had my wrists bound and pulled up above my head in a way that had me waiting for more to happen. In a way, this was a fantasy, just a long and boring one that had my mind lingering on a time I'd rather sweep under the rug.

Careful as I could, I attempted to turn onto my right side because I also didn't want him waking in a mood to torment me sexually or lash out because of the encounter with Caleb. John hadn't gotten over that, and I doubted he ever would.

The captor behind me rolled to nestle behind me as a spoon, wrapping a strong arm over the silk sheet covering me. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he whispered against my neck.

"Because I want to go home."

"No you don't." He kissed my neck while finding my left breast to squeeze.

"How would you know what I want?" I snapped.

He took hold of my nipple and twisted until I hissed. "Do you want to pay another visit to the bench so soon?"

I swallowed. "No...Sir." It had its appeal if he were to then let me find my release. But I knew things might become progressively worse. He was a sadist, after all. Caleb warned me of that much, though I hadn't seen it yet. A beast charmed only by music and flowers--an odd charming requirement.

The hold on my breast loosened, but the kisses to my neck became more firm. That hand tickled its way downward then fidgeted in his pants pocket before finding its way to the chastity belt.

A soft click preceded the waist straps loosening before the metal pulled from my core, also tugging the rest forward between my legs before the cruel device no longer touched me.

There was no option but to be excited. Then again, I'd spent far too long excited with no way to alleviate the ache. And minimal options to let my mind wander.

But it could wander now. In this darkness, this could be any villain, shifter, or even hero. I could have my dominating Alpha as I helplessly lay with wrists chained to the wall.

"Lights dim." His order had a low glow to the room.

So much for imagination. I knew he would expect my absolute engagement in him now.

The massive erection behind me was soon freed of his pants. "On your back," he ordered, growling as though he might shift to a wolf at any moment to assert his dominance with fangs.

I already knew to look at him when I rolled onto my back. That had been the reason he demanded the room aglow. But the sight of him as he knocked my legs apart and prowled onto me was most magnificent. The glittery green eyes, tousled dark hair, and hint of stubble. It was a look that topped anything my exhausted mind could conjur, especially when muscular biceps crowded my peripheral vision.

"Wrap your legs around me, Julie." Easily, he had me obedient to his whims. Maybe it was the way he said my name. I inexplicably loved the way it rolled off his tongue.

As his tip met my entry, my legs curled around his hips. There was something about his demanding stare that suggested ownership of my soul. The deep plunge that found my cervix before a rock backward, only to find it again.

Truth be told, who wouldn't want such domination. Powerful predatory eyes of claim, strong caging muscles, steady breaths billowing down, a grind that promised satisfaction with every stroke.

A merciless ruler who'd laid claim to a woman who strayed too far from home. Binding my arms so I couldn't resist this act of his ownership. An act that might become punishing if I struggled against his rough kiss.

My legs wrapped tighter as I imagined my own attempt to scurry from him. Not certain what might happen. This late at night, any beast might roam. He was just a lone shifter who'd captured me, but what if others lined up in wait for their turn.

His next slam into me startled me, forcing my connection to the beautiful face inches from mine. "Do I need to try harder to entertain you?"

He raised upright, wrapping massive hands around my thighs and pushing them forward so my knees were near my shoulders. From his tower, he looked down at me with possession.

"Who owns you, slave?" he demanded.

"You do--"

His next slam into me sent my eyes wide and core aching. I couldn't even say the title he longed for.

"I'm going to make you feel too much pleasure and pain to get lost in your little Wonderland." He pumped forward grinding in a way that hit that perfect spot and sent currents to my nub. "And I'm going to make sure you crave every minute of it." Another rock, angled even more to entice me with the friction.

"And you're going to beg me for release." Now his attention shifted to my nub, and his right hand abandoned my leg to torment me with a pleasurous stroke. A flick of his gaze to mine before his focus returned to our joining. "Even when you're swollen with my child, I'll have you mewling for me."

Why the fuck did he have to go there? Babies? His fucking breedmare? No thanks, pervy captor man!

My squirm of defiance was met with him slamming forward so his chest pressed mine as he began a slow rhythmic pump. The known sadist's forehead rested on mine. "I love how much you love being fucked by me." His mouth crashed to mine and the thrusts sped.

No matter the position, the man knew how to make this feel too good for belief. And even if he'd horrified me with the breeding claims, he made sure to grind in a way I could only search for release.

"You love the way i fuck you, dont you, Julie?" he asked haughtily.

Not that I had to admit anything to him.

"Does this feel good, Julie? Do you want me to change my mind and let you cum?" No matter how infuriating his arrogance was, he knew my body craved this. My being responded. My moans spoke truths I needn't. And my eyes became lost in the unexplored evergreen forests of his stare. Even my fingers longed to be able to sink into his back.

This was no man atop me. This was a God who'd snuck down from the heavens and taken on the most beautiful form. He'd plotted the theft of my innocence with a cock of perfect size and shape. A most powerful being with the goal of bringing forth a holy child to walk the earth.

"Oh, God," I moaned.

"Say my fucking name, Julie!"

He wasn't a God anymore, more like a demon had consumed him. A dark lord and Master. One prepared to pummel my core all the way down to the depths of hell. I preferred that to a ridiculous salvation story.

"Master," I whined, certain of pain to come. Pleasurous pain eternal in a fiery pit.

With magical speed, he had me flipped onto my front, lifting my rear while keeping my upper body against the silk sheets. A hard smack landed on my backside.

"That is what you called my brother! Say my fucking name, Julie." His feral growl came as another blow landed, sending a sting pulsing my entire arse.

The unimaginative asshole. Sir. Creepy stalker dude. Dark Lord and Monster. Alphahole.

There were times he didn't bother with my name, but times he wanted the address to be personal. Would he want the same for himself?

He felt like an unstable bomb that might annihilate me if i didnt diffuse him.

"John," I cried out.

His body slammed against mine, then proceeded to pound furiously as he possessively marked my core as his, and his alone. Always to be kept in the dark depths that only he had access to.

A final thrust bottomed against my cervix, pulsing the seed straight into my womb. The promise make me a mother--unless he actually had a vasectomy and enjoyed the taunt in the breeding fetish. Though all the billionaires in the stories wanted a specific woman who was theirs to mate for perfect children.

"Don't ever call me what you call my brother," he said, slowly sliding from me. "Still in that position."

My squirm and attempt to readjust my upper body received a scorching pain to the back of my right thigh. Most likely, a scarlet imprint of his hand remained where the heat clawed at my nerve endings.

Terrified of another session on the bench, I decided it best to remain in this humiliating position while aching for release.

I did whimper from the agony of that hard smack. And because I couldn't break free of this room. I couldn't squirm and whimper for freedom from the lair of a possessive dragon.

This room belonged to John. He had no tolerance for anything but for me to be aware of him. And not the sexy fantasy of an alphahole refusing me an orgasm.

No, that might bring me joy.