Free SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance by Emma Hunter

asshole. Nothing further from the truth. A true dominant will
care for you like no other and have your needs at heart, not his own. Even if
he’s spanking you, or denying you orgasms, it’s only because it’s best for
you.”

 
    “You
mean he doesn’t like it?”

 
    “Oh,
no,” Brad said, laughing. “We love it. Works out perfect, doesn’t it? The doms
and subs each get what they need, as long as they’ve found the right one for
each other. By some miracle, it seems like you and I are incredibly compatible
this way.”

 
    Trying
to take it all in, Jillian let herself slump against the couch while she
thought it over. It really did sound exactly like what she had been looking
for, only she hadn’t known enough to realize it had a name.

 
      “What do you mean by community? This is
something you do with a group?” She asked as her eyebrows drew together in
confusion.

 
    “Not
always usually it’s couples in their homes. But there are times when groups of
us get together to play. Some people only watch. Some dominants like to share
their subs, but only if the sub is okay with that. There’s also clubs that are
BDSM themed.”

 
    “BDSM?”

 
    “Bondage,
discipline, sadism and masochism,” Brad said.

 
    “Yikes!
Sounds scary,” Jillian wrapped her arms around her torso, a little unnerved at
it all. Suddenly what they had been doing seemed much bigger than what she
expected or felt comfortable with. Discipline? She wasn’t sure she was
comfortable with that.

 
    “It’s
a lot to take in, I know. But if you trust me, we can find out together what
you can handle and what you want to stay away from. You’ll have limits, some of
them will be hard limits, things you absolutely refuse to ever try. Others will
be soft limits, things you aren’t sure if you’re comfortable with or not and
that you need time before you’re ready to explore.”

 
    Jillian
nodded slowly. “Okay. But what if it turns out I don’t like any of it?”

 
    He
gave her a knowing smile. “Honey, you let me walk into your apartment and shove
my cock in your mouth. You let me spank you. I’d say this is right up your
alley.”

 
    His
confidence gave her some relief.

 
    “And
it explains why you didn’t enjoy vanilla sex.”

 
    “Vanilla?”
It was her favorite ice-cream flavor, but something told her that’s not what he
meant.

 
    “Now
not to disparage your taste in dessert, but vanilla is our word for bland or
boring sex. Sex without kink.”

 
    She
stuck her lip out, pouting before letting out a soft giggle. “There’s nothing
boring about a good vanilla ice cream.”

 
    She
was killing him with cuteness overload. Unable to stop himself, he reached out
and rubbed his thumb over one of her little, pert nipples.

 
    “I
know sweetie. I didn’t pick the term. I promise, there’s nothing wrong with
vanilla ice cream. Only vanilla sex.” He laughed.

 
    “Now
I want ice cream.”

 
    “I’ll
bring some with me next time. I’ll lay you down and cover your perfect tits
with it and drizzle some chocolate sauce on top and then lick up my delicious
sundae girl.”

 
    “What
about me?”

 
    Tracing
her pouty lower lip with his thumb, he slipped it into her mouth, smiling when
she instantly started to suck on it. Being naughty came naturally to her.

 
    “If
you’re a good girl, you get the ice cream. If you’re a bad girl, you get the
wooden spoon.”

Six-Buried
Feelings

    Before
Brad had left that night, he told Jillian to go ahead and read up on BDSM. He
set her up with a Tumblr account and used it to follow BDSM themed blogs for
her. She told him about wanting to experience it all with him, but he said
there was so much to learn, and it was really important she figure out what she
liked without his influence.

 
    “Everyone
is different. My goal isn’t to turn you into my perfect sub. My goal is for you
to become the best sub you can, and want, to be. I