ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) (9 page)

I met him at his downtown Charleston apartment building, which was at least a dozen stories high. He met me in the parking lot, so I hadn’t even seen was it looked like.  Rob drove my car, and we headed to dinner. “Why are we driving so far off the main strip?” I asked, as we turned and moved, but he didn’t really give an answer. When I arrived, I realized we were in a very low key location. “Do you not want to be seen with me?” I interrogated. Rob turned to face me, “I don’t think we should publicize spending personal time together, with our parents getting ready to walk down the aisle. It’s not a good look for me, and we don’t even know what’s going on” he admitted. I was stung, but wanted to play it cool.

After a few drinks, thanks to make fake I.D., we were able to start talking and laughing. We talked about everything from college to our parents, and even about the expectations associated with being wealthy and a socialite. I felt like we were connecting, and I could tell he felt comfortable and relaxed too. He paid the bill and we were heading home, and I couldn’t think of anything but him between my legs with his mouth and his cock. I reached over and started rubbing him with my hand.

He sat back and let me continue, shifting and letting his breath out. “So tonight is the second night of our trial run until we meet an agreement” he reported, and I wiggled with anticipation. “If I sign the agreement” I responded, and I noticed we were a few minutes from his place. He shot me a stern look, but I had to keep him waiting and wondering. This was the most sexually charged relationship I had ever experienced, and I was willing to go outside of my comfort zone to make him happy.

I lifted the bottom of my pleated dress up around my waist, and slid off my teal lace panties. He looked down, surprised at what I was doing. I looked at him, and started to touch myself, massaging and moaning. After rubbing myself I really started to get wet, and I could see he was panting. “Should I stick my fingers inside myself?” I asked, wondering if he wanted to see me climax. He let out a growl, and I couldn’t stop. I was getting so hot touching myself knowing he was watching me, that I kept touching inside myself until I came. He grabbed my hand and kissed my fingers, “I’m going to have to punish you for that” he promised.

He stood at the opposite side of the elevator, staring at me on the way up. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I was feeling modest and slightly embarrassed of my behavior in the car. A week ago, I could have never in my life imagined doing something so sexual and explicit. Today, I was ready to go in his apartment and let him have my body. I could only hope that I could perform as he hoped, and deliver what he wanted so we could keep this going.

He unlocked his apartment door, and I noticed his brown eyes grow even darker, matching his hair. What was he thinking? Was he falling for me, or was I something he wanted to own and fuck, and then be done with? He gestured me in, and we walked into the kitchen. The kitchen has stark white marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, with an island as large as a full sized table. I instantly imagined him putting his mouth on me on the island, like he did at the hot tub. The entire apartment was sleek and masculine just like him, with dark hardwood floors throughout.

After making us both a drink, he led me to the plush overstuffed leather couch. He turned the music on and we both sat looking at each other. “I have a girl’s trip with my friends this weekend, so I won’t see you when I leave tomorrow until at least Sunday” I announced. “Well I guess I better get it all out tonight” he replied, and he leaned in to kiss me. Before I knew it my dress was over my head, and I was taking off my bra.

He cupped both my breasts, and sucked them so hard it hurt. The stimulation was painful but intoxicating, and I was grinding in his lap, feeling his dick through his slacks. I couldn’t wait to get him naked, but he suddenly stopped. “Let’s get in my bed, I have plans for you tonight” he ordered, and then he slapped me hard on my bare ass. I jumped because the sting was so deep, but he was already in the bedroom. As I walked in I noticed just a bedside lamp was on, but he told me to get on the bed.

“I want you to get on the bed Sarah, get up on your knees and face me” he directed, and I did just that. I straightened my posture so he could see my breasts swelling for him, and he eyed me like he was hungry. “Touch your breasts, massage them, but keep your eyes on me” he started. I stared at him and did as he said, and then started to move my right hand flat down my stomach. “That’s right, now start to tease yourself” he continued. I sat in front of him touching myself again, with one hand pulling my nipple, the other pushing my clit around. As soon as he noticed how ready I was, he came towards me. “Stop touching yourself Sarah, now bend over.” I froze immediately. I didn’t do that, and I couldn’t imagine how it could give anyone pleasure, and he saw it in my face.

“Sarah this is going to feel better than anything you have ever felt, now obey me or leave.” His voice was stern, but instead of anger I somehow felt challenged, like I couldn’t let him upset me. I turned around and got on all fours, facing his headboard. “Now start touching yourself again, this time slide your fingers in and out of yourself, and pretend it’s my tongue” he told me. I spread my legs and did so, feeling so turned on and wet, and wondering what he was doing behind me. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard dick between my ass cheeks. “Don’t stop touching yourself, I’m going to take you over the edge” he whispered. I felt his thumbs start to rub around me with my fingers, and I noticed them he was getting them wet. As I started to moan he ordered me not to come, and to hold it back. He kept rubbing, and then moved one of his fingers around my crack, running it up and down. As I continued touching I felt his mouth on my cunt, pulling and biting at the back of my lips from behind me, and I started to shake. He moved his tongue up my butt crack, and started circling. I could barely hold myself up, and he started finger fucking me with his own hand as I put both my hands on the bed. His fingers slid so slick in and out of my cunt, then he shoved his finger in behind me, pressing down. I screamed and collapsed as I came, in shock of the pleasure running through my entire body. He held me up, and pulled out his finger pressing down inside my rear again, and I felt myself coming without control. Barely able to move, he fucked my cunt from behind slowly, and I kept my eyes open until he came inside of me, and collapsed next to me.

It was dark in his apartment but I was for some reasons aroused. It was then I realized that rob was between my legs. My body felt weak, I couldn’t imagine having the ability to cum again. He slowly started licking and flicking my clit, knowing just what part to suck and press. It couldn’t have been a minute and I was rippling with pleasure, and he was sliding into me. I clenched myself as he slid in and out, and enjoyed his mouth on my tits as he fucked me hard on top of me. When he spurt inside me and pulled it out, it was dripping all over the bed.

I woke up again to Rob kissing me on the cheek, saying something about work. I had no clue what time it was, and I could barely remember where I was. He said he would see me when I got home from my trip, and told me to take a bath if I was sore. I drifted back to sleep in his oversized bed, my body too exhausted to move.

When I finally woke up and looked at my phone, it was almost noon. My mind rushed and I had to get home to get ready for the weekend, but my body was aching. The minute I went to sit up I remembered where Rob had been last night. I Iet him inside me in both places, and had the most intense orgasm of my life. How could something I once found so gross be something I prayed he would do again? I found my dress and did the walk of shame to the parking lot, hoping in my car to head home.

The sky was grim and I wondered what the weather was supposed to be like for our trip. We had to catch a ferry, and you couldn’t lounge on the beach if there was no sun. I chatted with my girlfriends on the way back the house, and started packing quickly when I got home. In the shower I washed myself carefully. My clit was sore from the rubbing and sucking, and my muscles were sore from holding myself up on all fours. I couldn’t imagine having the physical or mental ability to hook up with any other guy on this weekend trip, not like I would want to anyways.

“So when exactly do you think you will be home?” my mother intruded, watching me as I threw clothes into a bag. “I should be home Sunday morning, what do you have planned for the weekend?” I responded quickly, trying to dodge her questions. I wondered if she could tell that was sleeping with someone since I’ve been home. She wasn’t her overprotective self lately, but I assumed it was because she was planning the wedding, and trying to hold on to husband number four. “So there isn’t any way that you’ll be home tonight?” she pried further. “Nope, not coming home tonight mom” I assured her. She decided to make me something to eat and headed downstairs. I texted Rob a message saying thanks for the night before, but didn’t get anything back.

Chelsea honked and I walked out to her SUV with my bag, ready for a night to think about what was going on in my life. “Hey girl, where have you been, or who have you been under should I ask?” she spit out as I jumped in the car. Feeling terribly embarrassed and being a bad liar, I put on my sunglasses. “I’m not busy under anyone, how are things with Ben” I responded, changing the subject. I looked at my phone and saw a message from Rob, telling me to get ahold of him when I get home. We drove off and she complained about her long-time boyfriend, claiming that things were getting old between them. As we talked and drove the hour to the fairy, we noticed that the sky was getting darker.

We met with the rest of our friends, and make the group decision to post pone the trip. The ferry wasn’t going to be a bad ride because of the waves, and we wouldn’t be able to lie out at the resort Saturday because of the rain. I thought about texting Rob to tell him I was headed back home, but I didn’t want to seem clingy. Plus, I had no idea what type of relationship we even had going on. Was he sleeping with other people, or looking for different submissive candidates? I didn’t understand how this worked, and I decided I needed to get more information.  

It was pouring down rain when Chelsea dropped me off, and we made plans to go get drinks and prowl through the local boys Saturday to make up for our trip. I ran to the house, quickly typing in the passcode and rushing inside. I shut the door behind me, but the house was dark. I didn’t know if my mom or Calvin was home, but Rob said he was going to be staying in the city. I walked through the kitchen and towards the stairs, but I could hear a muffled noise coming from the formal living area. It almost sounded like someone trying to yell or scream. I headed in that direction.

When I walked into the house, I saw that Rob was standing in the kitchen. Shocked, I said “what are you doing here?” He seemed almost as shocked to see me, but was hesitant. He smiled and looked at his phone. “I have to take this, give me a minute and I’ll cook you dinner, “he said, but he looked like he was in a hurry. I don’t know who he was talking to, but I almost got the feeling like he was talking about me, like he didn’t expect me to be home. Maybe I was being self-conscious, I decided to drop my purse and look through the fridge. When he came back in be picked me up and put me on the island, kissing my nose.

I wanted to contain myself, but I let him kiss my neck, and down into my tank top. I pulled my tank top over my head so he could easily pull my breasts out of my bra. I stopped and grabbed his hand, “Oh my god, what if my mom and Calvin walked in here.” He smiled at me,” I just talked to your mom they are in the city for the night.” I stilled, why would he just be on the phone with my mom? “Were you calling her to tell her I was home?” He obviously knew that I wasn’t happy, or that was curious, so hit the ice machine with his hand, taking a couple of pieces of ice. I kept his gaze, and repeated the question. He then pulled my breasts out of my bra, and put the ice on my nipples.

I tried to push his hands away, but he put his mouth on them and sucked washing away the cold. He stood me up and removed my pants, ready to fulfill the fantasy I had about him in his kitchen. He pushed me up on the island and spread my legs. He went to suck on my and I was shocked to feel he had a piece of ice in his mouth, sliding it in and out of me as he licked me. I had never felt so many different sensations at one time, I was guiding his mouth my hands. Watching him suck on me was enough to make me cum, and he knew it. Instead of letting me, he came up to fuck me. I got away from him, heading for my room, trying to get my head straight. Was he keeping an eye on me for my mom, what other reason was he talking her?

I didn’t have enough time to clear my thoughts or get away, he was pushing me into the ground within seconds. He bound my wrists with his hands, put his mouth on my breast, and slid two of his fingers inside me. He used his leg to open my legs wider, and hovered over me. I broke a hand free and grabbed his dick, shoving it into me. I arched my body and spread my legs, letting him fuck me as deep as I could. After I came, crying because I couldn’t decide if it was from pain or pleasure his dick was so big and he was using it so hard, he pulled out of me and came all over me. We headed to my bedroom to shower, and I was silenced by the rough and hard way he had fucked me without any compassion or sensitivity. 

I didn’t bring the subject up again as we crawled into my bed. Instead, I slid under the covers and started sucking him off, getting him aroused and grabbing his balls. After he was wet, I climbed on top of him and fucked him slow. He rubbed my clit as I arched my body, and I knew the right way to rub it as he pushed inside of me. I fucked him like this for almost an hour until I let him come long and hard inside me twice, and I decided any more questions could wait until morning.