Little Brats: Georgia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free Page A

bag and went to the bathroom to pack her secret stash of makeup and jewelry.
    The man is crazy. This situation is crazy. I won’t be broken like my mother by Mister Rich and Dominating. He can’t have his way with me , she thought, as images from last night plowed through her head.
    But that was the problem. Those images hadn’t horrified her at the time. They had appealed to her . Aroused her. Something happened in her body, a need grew, throbbed. She wanted to see herself bound to that table. She nearly hyperventilated, imagining that butt plug in her own ass, the large vibrating wand on her clit. Her hand reached down, seeking heat, finding her cunt quivering and wet. Pushing her fingers hard against the sensation, she steadied herself.
    Seeing her hairbrush on the sink, she impulsively yanked at her waistband and shoved her pants down. Grabbing the brush and cocking her hip to the side, she brought the round head of the plastic down hard on her ass. With a sharp intake of breath, she rode out the pleasure building in her body from the sting.
    He’ll never break me , she thought with a devious grin as she put down the brush. Kicking off her pants, she stormed half-naked to her room and ripped all the clothes back out of her suitcase. Shoving them back into the drawers, not bothering to hide them under her house clothes this time, she primed herself for what was to come.
    Back in the bathroom, she literally tipped the toiletry bag so that it emptied its contents into her still open drawer. Going back to her bed, she gathered up her small collection of toys to wash off and pack up in her bag, preparing to bathe, dress, and meet her stepfather head on.

    Arriving at the Wine Cellar Tasting Room a few minutes early, Georgia looked over the bottles and glassware adorning the walls and ceiling. The colors of burnt orange and desert brown were softened by strings of real dried grapevine wrapped in little white lights and plastic grapes draped over just about everything from rafters to shelves. Old wine barrels acquired at a high prices formed tables to serve and dine from.
    She felt out of place in her tight black dress with lace arms, torn hose and heeled, knee-high leather boots. The top of the dress was corset-like, her breasts pressed together, pushed up high into two large, round mounds of white flesh. The heavy material of the dress clung to all of her curves, accentuating each one. She straightened her back and stood up tall, catching her reflection in the etched mirror.
    Her hair, painted black and slicked into fringes around her face made a nice frame for her white powdered cheeks, heavy eye shadow and thick blue-black lipstick. She admired the way she’d painstakingly drawn wings with eye liner around her eyes, giving her full cheeks a more dramatic edge. She watched her eyes turned to slits as she heard her stepfather’s footsteps enter the room.
    Before she could turn to face him, he stated firmly, “First order of business is your punishment for disobeying the no tattoo rule, telling lies about me on the phone, and dressing like a devilish whore outside of this house. Second on my agenda is a reward for staying and obeying my orders. Follow me.”
    He turned and she obeyed, walking behind him, matching him step for step, until he stopped to unlock the door to the “storage” room. As he turned on the bright overhead lights, the table she’d seen last night loomed in the center, surrounded by a metal chest, open and filled with sex toys, along with restraints hanging from the walls and ceiling. As she scanned the wide open area, a black leather chair, ornate and throne-like, sat up on a small stage built in one corner. Crops and other punishment devices hung from a rack. The whole place was a bright, stark, white against black, and it welcomed her, made her giddy just to stand in the place.
    He obviously spared no expense for his little dungeon of horrors, she thought, tightening her mouth against the