ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) (11 page)

My pussy is really aching now, deep inside, so that I know that my usual DIY won’t do the trick. Still, I must try; try to rid myself of the thoughts that are becoming an obsession for me now. I dig deep and I dig hard. I try to reach the source of this beating inside myself, but fall just a little short. Fuck my mother for bringing us to this island, so devoid of any real talent, so that I know that there is nobody else around that could scratch the incredible itch I now have.

I pull on my clit, hard, but to no avail. Nothing will satisfy this hunger inside me now. I need to get off this island. This is impossible I know, not now, not yet, since we have three days before the plane that brought us here will come and fetch us, return us to civilization, and get me away from Tyler.

My thoughts are consumed with the escape, consumed with Tyler, so that I don’t notice that he is even standing in the doorway to the shower, watching me. When I see him standing there, I notice his shorts first. They are around his ankles already, and he is stepping out of them and entering the bathroom. I cannot breathe, I cannot think, I cannot stop touch myself. This isn’t happening, I tell myself. I must be dreaming, about to wake up in the safety and comfort of my bed. I try not to look at his penis, not wanting the confirmation of what was about to happen here. But it was happening, and I could not resist it, no matter how hard I tried.

He comes into the shower, and the water falls on his large frame. He pulls on his nipples, and then reaches for mine. Tyler squeezes my nipples hard, too hard, but I find it strangely arousing. The pain is beautiful, and my cunt is on fire now. I want him to touch me there, to fill me up with himself and thrust the shit out of me. He doesn’t though, pushing me down to my knees, and smacking my face with his hard cock. I cannot help but notice his dick now, thick, long and hard. I really want it.

Tyler opens my mouth with the fingers of one hand, and drops saliva from his mouth into my own. It tastes sweet, with a mixture of whisky and cigarettes. I swallow it. Another blob of spit drops out of his mouth and into mine. Again I swallow. Then he bends down so that his mouth is parallel to mine, and he spits directly into my mouth. This is strange, and exciting and disgusting all at once. I have completely stopped thinking now, stopped processing what is actually going on here.

Then he kisses me, filling my mouth with his thick, wet tongue. He licks the side of my face, and then licks my lips. After kissing me again, he stands up straight again. He pulls my head up so that I am face to face with his hardness, and he is pointing it directly at my lips. I know what he wants me to do, I know what he expects me to do, I know what I want to do, so I open my mouth and he rams his cock into the back of my throat.

Chapter Three

I suck on his dick to the best of my ability, but I am suddenly concerned that I am not doing it properly. Then he places the head of his tool against my cheek, and slaps the outside of my cheek. He obviously likes it rough, and I start to wonder if I like it rough too. I’m still not sure though, so I decide to give it a minute. While I’m still trying to figure out what I like and what I don’t like, he is holding the back of my head and pushing his hardness into the back of my throat again.

I manage to breathe through my nose, and to resist the urge to throw up. Just in time, he pulls his dick out of my mouth completely, and smacks my face with his thickness again. Then he fucks my mouth hard, quickly bringing himself closer and closer to an orgasm. I know that he is close because he is grunting, short shallow grunts under his breath almost. Suddenly my mouth fills with hot, wet cum, and I don’t know what to do with it. He pulls his dick from my mouth and forces my mouth closed.

“Swallow…swallow…” he whispers.

I swallow hard, and then I lick my lips, although I’m not sure why. Tyler pulls me up to my feet and kisses me on my forehead. Then he leaves her shower, pulls his shorts on without drying himself and then leaves the room. I am confused, and I am still incredibly aroused. I don’t know what to make of this, not sure what this situation means for the rest of the vacation. What I do know for sure is that I really need to cum now, and so I soap up my cunt and dig into myself with three fingers, until I cream a massive flow down my thighs.

I hear my mother calling me to lunch, but it sounds like she is speaking under water. Isaiah comes into my room to check on me, mentioning something about me washing myself away, and mumbling something about putting some clothes on and coming to eat. I don’t even realize that I am standing naked in front of my brother, who last saw me naked when he was six and I was eight. My mind is racing with thoughts of what just went down in the shower, and I wrap myself in a sarong and put on a t-shirt. Then I leave my bedroom with Isaiah and make my way to where my mother has instructed the staff to lay out our lunch on the terrace.

Christmas morning comes quickly, and the whole of the rest of the previous day disappears in a massive haze. I feel like I am stoned, like I am high, and there is only one thing that will bring me down from this high. But Tyler has returned to ignoring me, and I don’t know how to deal with this. My mother relaxes her rules momentarily though, and Isaiah and I are allowed one glass of champagne. Charlie makes a speech about love and family and some other bullshit that I could care less about, and then we sit down to dinner.

After dinner, Isaiah manages to steal another bottle of liquor, whisky this time, and we make our escape to our safe place. The moon is high in the sky, and everything around us is incredibly beautiful in the dark. I want to tell him about what happened with Tyler, but I think better that to burden a child with the sexual problems of a woman.

I am a woman now, I think. Although getting Tyler to fuck me, to really fuck me would have been much better. At least I know that I pleased him. I hope I pleased him. I try to forget about this mostly unforgettable situation, and throw back neat whisky shots. Soon enough, my brother and I are talking about everything other than this holiday, and laughing at the total fucked up state of our lives. It is easy for us to forget our current situation when we think about the things that we have been through already. We seem to be experiencing everything in abstract though, so it is easy to live past our experiences.

“So this is where the real party is?” Tyler is standing behind us, so that we try, in vain, to hide the whisky.  “Don’t worry, I won’t rat on you…” he says, while he hands Isaiah a bottle of mixer, apple. According to Tyler, this is the best way to drink whisky. Isaiah likes him more immediately after the first sip of the mixed drink.

We talk casually about our new family, and the new bond that we all share. Tyler suggests that we visit him in Silicon Valley soon, so that we can see where he lives and where he works. We agree, although both Isaiah and I know that he is probably just being nice. We polish the bottle, and then start to make our way to our rooms. Hopefully Charlie and my mother have gone to bed, because I can really not pretend to be sober right now. Isaiah gets to his room first, because we use the front door to get into the house. Then we get to my room, and I look up and down the hallway, and then at Tyler.

He looks at me too, and I know that he wants to come in. I am too drunk to resist him, but I am also too drunk to handle his dick in the back of my throat. I don’t know what to say to him to make him see what I really want. And I certainly am not possessed of the skills to seduce him, guiding him away from my mouth and onto my cunt. There is a tension that hangs in the air suddenly, and I just want to get away from Tyler. He seems to have something else on his mind though. 

“Go inside, get naked… I’ll be right back…” Tyler whispers, kissing me on my forehead again, making me feel like a child. There is something almost
twisted
about the way he does this. I find it absolutely
intriguing
. 

I go inside the room and get undressed. The whisky is leaving me quickly now, nerves taking over the parts of me where drunkenness once lived. I lie on the bed, and then I get under the covers. Then I kick them off me, and try to pose as sexy as I can. I gather myself, and hide my nakedness under the covers again, feeling sick suddenly. I hate this anxiety that I have around Tyler, but it is too late for me to tell him not to come.

When Tyler enters my bedroom he looks like he is going hunting. He has ropes and what looks like a silk scarf in his hands. I think hard for a moment, and my thoughts go to places where I don’t want them to be. I think for a moment that he might be a serial killer, and that he is about to murder me, and get rid of my body. How will he explain my sudden disappearance though?

Tyler is wearing just his shorts, his t-shirt left in his room already. He pulls me to him, pulling me off the bed roughly. I stand in front of him, nervous now, the look in his eyes saying that I might not like what he is going to do, but he is going to do it anyway. He turns me to face away from him, and he ties my hands behind my back. Then he goes down and ties my feet with the same rope that has my hands bound rather tightly behind my back.

When he puts the scarf in my mouth, I know that he has no intention of ramming his dick into my mouth. I relax immediately. This is still strange to me, and new, and I wonder what his intentions for me are. I don’t have to wait too long to find out though, because he is lifting me onto the bed and laying me on my stomach rather quickly. I remember reading about this shit somewhere before, but I also remember reading that it was done by lovers, to spice up their love-lives.

I don’t know Tyler like that, and I don’t think of us as lovers. Why then would he feel like he can just take me like this and do what he wants? Probably something about the way I flirted with him, the way I turned him on. There is probably something in my eyes that says that I am open to anything. Probably the rebel tattoo on my neck. Whatever his reasons are, he is now running his fingers up the length of my back, massaging my ass, and touching my pussy from the back. I shiver involuntarily every time his fingers find my cunt.

Then I feel the coldness of his spit, directly on my asshole. Before I have a moment to process what is going on, he shoves his thumb into this hole that has never been penetrated before. I arch my back and try and scream. The scarf in my mouth makes this impossible though, and a slightly muffled moan escapes my mouth. He really goes in deep, planting his thumb deep inside my ass, and making me feel like I am going to lose my mind. Then he finds my pussy with his longest finger, and I relax a little more.

He parts my lips roughly, and digs into my cunt. I am not wet yet though, and so he struggles to gain entry. Still, he forces his finger inside me, after dropping some more spit on his hand, and the finger slides in easier. Then he seems to want to join the finger in my pussy with the thumb in my ass, and he stretches me uncomfortable. I exhale hard through my nose, not sure if I will be able to get any of the oxygen in my lungs out of my mouth.

Tyler is determined, and he continues his joining efforts until my cunt eventually starts to give in, wetting itself from the inside. Then he suddenly removes himself from both my holes, and immediately drives the longest finger on his hand deep into my asshole. Again I want to scream. Again this is not possible. I feel like I might lose consciousness, but then, just in time, he removes this finger from my asshole and inserts it swiftly into my pussy.

He fingers me wildly, until I am sure that I will have an orgasm. He seems to read my body very well, because moment before I explode, he extracts this finger and replaces it in my ass. I know almost immediately that it is going to be a very long night indeed. 

Chapter Four

Tyler puts more spit on my asshole, using his finger to spread it on the inside and outside of the space. My thoughts a racing now, the realization of what he is preparing me for settling over me. He intends to impale me with his dick. He is going to insert himself into my asshole. I have never done this before. I don’t know if I can take it. I struggle with the ropes, struggle to get my tongue out passed the space where the scarf is lodged firmly in my mouth.

“Shhh… don’t fight it…you will enjoy it. Do you trust me?” I don’t know if he expects me to answer, and if so, how. “Do you trust me?” he asks again. All I can do is nod, not knowing why, but knowing that he really wants to do this. I’ve never tried it before, so how can I know that I don’t like it. I decide to relax, and to just let it happen. I will know soon enough how I feel about anal sex.

He positions himself on top of me, and places the head of his dick in direct contact with my asshole. He props himself up on either side of me, using his fists. I tense up immediately, knowing that there is no escape from this invasion. He starts to nudge into me, and every part of my delicate rosebud resists him. Then he thrusts a little harder, and I try to resist him with all my strength. He has a powerful dick though, and coupled with his determination, he starts to make inroads into my asshole.

The sensation is not unlike a burn. The stretch is incredible, and I want to scream again, to myself away from underneath him. There is nowhere for me to go though, nowhere for me to hide. I place my head flat on the pillow, trying to suffocate myself, trying in vain to distract myself from what is going on. He eases an easy five inches into me, and then thankfully he stops. Then he is withdrawing, making me feel like I need the bathroom, but not. Again though, he is feeding me his cock again, and again, I cannot breathe.