Stepbrother Studs Mason: A Stepbrother Romance Read Free

private life crossing Frank’s and embarrassing him. Baby, I’m a Dom. Do you know what that is?”
    I began to nod, but under his steady glare, shook my head, admitting my ignorance. I knew the term, but only in a Fifty Shades kind of way, and I was sure he’d only laugh if I mentioned the book.
    “I train women to be submissives. How to live in the lifestyle. I help a naturally submissive woman discover who she really is.”
    “You spank them?”
    “Sometimes, but that’s not what it’s really all about. And that’s as far as I got with you last night, because you asked me to spank you, to prove I was wrong about what I thought your problem might be…”
    My mouth went dry, and I ducked my head again to sip my coffee before curiosity got the best of me. Once I had control again, I tilted my chin upward, giving him my bitchiest, iciest look. “What did you decide my problem was?”
    “First, I want to you to admit your problem to me, out loud, no booze-induced confession. You, telling me, your stepbrother, what pushed you to the brink.”
    “Oh, hell no.” I shook my head.
    “But I already know, Angel. Why is it so hard?”
    “I was drunk.”
    “Something I would never permit in one of my subs. It’s why I refused your request last night. Now, tell me.” He waved a hand at my shackles. “We have all day. You can sit there with your bare pussy on my leather couch, but I won’t unlock your restraints. Not until you tell me.”
    “Why? You must love this. Seeing me this way.”
    “I love seeing my leather cuffs caressing your wrists. I’ll admit that much. But I don’t love the fear I see in your face, sweetheart. Tell me.”
    A sob caught me by surprise. The way he’d talked about the cuffs, he sounded as though he thought they were beautiful. And I knew my makeup had to be ringing my eyes like a raccoon’s mask, and my hair was likely a knotted mess. I held back another sob, and lifted my chin higher.
    “If I tell you, you’ll set me free?”
    “I promise.”
    Clearing my throat, I glanced away. Saying it out loud was unnerving enough without having to meet his knowing gaze.
    “I’ve never had an orgasm,” I said, my voice sounding raw to my own ears. I held up my hands, silently asking for my freedom.
    “First, I’ll tell you what I promised.” He reached out and tugged on the chain between my wrists, an action that reminded me I was completely at his mercy. Suddenly, a curl of arousal tightened my belly.
    By his smile, he knew how he affected me. “I said I’d prove that you are very far from broken, that you only needed the right… care and loving… to find pleasure. That I could give that to you. If you placed your trust in me.”
    My mouth opened to deliver a scathing refusal, but the hitch in my breath stifled the words. Mason wanted to give me love and care? Why that thought was so arousing, completely confused me.
    “Think about it, Angel. You and me. Here. If you decide you want to let me teach you, all you have to do is knock on my door.” While I stared, he dug into his pocket and brought out a tiny key. He unlocked the cuffs, letting them slide off my wrists.
    I shot up from the sofa, ignoring the throbbing pain building in my head.
    “If you decide to take me up on my offer, be sure to wear these.” He handed me a paper bag, the top folded closed.
    Without giving him a glance or a word, I grabbed the bag and stormed away.
    * * * *
    I managed to avoid him for days. It wasn’t hard. He had his own entrance to his apartment. I pretended illness and let the staff bring my meals. When Daddy came to check on me, I made sure to ruffle my hair to make it look as though I hadn’t stirred from my bed.
    “Do you need to see the doctor?” he asked, his finger under my chin, tilting my head so he could study my face.
    “I’ll be fine. I’m just tired, Daddy.”
    “Well, you rest. Mona and I are headed to the Hamptons for the week. I hate leaving you this way.”
    I leaned