Stepbrother Studs Mason: A Stepbrother Romance Read Free Page B

hallway to his special room. I couldn’t help but ogle his tall, well-muscled frame. Sure, I’d noticed plenty of times just how handsome he was. Chiseled features, dark, brooding eyes...
    But he was stepbrother. I wasn’t supposed to think any of that.
    Now I shivered at the thought of his touching me... intimately. When he’d first come to our home, I’d had a huge crush on him, something he’d squashed quickly with his rude refusal to let me dog his steps. He’d been selfish about his privacy, even as a teenager. As a man, he’d become this mysterious person who joined us on occasion for dinner and all but ignored me—especially when I was misbehaving, which was most of the time.
    He’d give me a searing look and I’d pout right back. Had we been flirting, even then?
    The realization made my breath catch.
    He paused beside a sleek, padded bench—meant for spanking, I knew, because I’d googled every piece of furniture I remembered from my last visit.
    His long pause was its own command. I took a deep breath and knelt on the padded rest and slowly folded my body over the bench. Still silent, he moved around me, connecting slender chains to my wrist restraints, then coming behind me to arrange my knees, spreading them, before latching my ankle restraints. He removed the leash and set it on the cabinet beneath his implements, then reached for a flogger.
    Just the sight of him whipping the flanges against his open palm made my juices flow.
    He returned and squatted beside me, his gaze locking with mine.
    “I’m going to warm your ass, Angel. Give you what you deserve. If at any point it becomes too much, use your safe word and I’ll stop. If you at any point you change your mind about being here, with me, use the word ‘freedom.’ I’ll release you and let you go without another word—but don’t ever come back here. Do you understand?”
    My eyes widened, but I nodded. He reached out and caressed my lower lip with his thumb. “You can trust me, Angel. I won’t ever hurt you. Not too much, anyway. But I need to gauge how much punishment you can take.”
    Again, I nodded, knowing he had to be reading some of the emotions swirling inside me in my eyes. Yes, there was trepidation, but also hope. And strangely, I did trust him. Sure, he was an asshat sometimes, but…he was my stepbrother. He was family. I knew he wasn’t going to really hurt me.
    Not too much, anyway…
    When he stood and moved behind me, I felt warmth rush across my cheeks and breasts. He was staring at my pussy and ass. Did he like what he saw? Did he like that I’d shaved for him?
    I heard air whoosh through the flanges and jerked just as they struck my behind. The stroke wasn’t painful, just shocking. He followed with several more, hitting a different spot each time until my entire ass grew hot. The strokes were rhythmic, and produced a very odd effect. Although I knew I’d bear a welt or two, they served to strangely lull to my senses.
    My breath evened out, then deepened. My head dropped. The heat burning my ass suffused my pussy, engorging my sex, making me wet. Arousal stirred and grew, steadily. When the first pop landed on my labia, I groaned.
    The strokes halted and a big, warm hand cupped my sex. I moaned. I couldn’t help it.
    “You have a lovely pussy, Angel. It’s wet and red. But you won’t come like this. You aren’t permitted to come. Do you understand?”
    “Why not?” I raised my head and tried to angle it to glare at him. “Isn’t that the point?”
    “Your orgasm is mine to command. You won’t come until I allow it,” he told me. “So whatever I do to you, I want you fight against having an orgasm until I tell you it’s okay.”
    I shook my head, confused. This made no sense. Orgasm was the whole point, wasn’t it? Like, he was supposed to be fixing that part of me. Now I was supposed to not come?
    Strangely, already, I was hot, primed. Close. Closer than I’d ever been with another person in the