Free Stepbrother, Mine #3 by Opal Carew

a big cupboard that probably housed his devices. And very little furniture in the room. Just one large chair—like a throne—located near the center of the room.
    The driver led her toward the chair, but stopped several feet away, basically in the center of the room. He pressed a button on a remote control and the clanking of a heavy chain startled her as it dropped in front of her. Before she realized what was happening, the driver clipped the chain to her handcuffs, then used the remote to retract the chain, pulling her hands above her head. It kept going until it became uncomfortable, stretching her arms upward, pulling her almost to her toes.
    “Oh, can you lower it a little, please?” she asked, her shoulders already starting to ache.
    But he ignored her as he set the remote control on the arm of the big chair, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
    She turned a little, staring at the door, aghast. Then she lost her balance on the precariously high heels and her foot tipped over. The shoe fell to the side and slipped away, so she was forced to stand on her toes.
    After a few moments, the uncomfortable position with one shoe on and one off became intolerable, so she kicked the other one off, too, and stood on her tippy-toes.
    This wasn’t like Mason to leave her alone and in discomfort.
    She bit her lip. Except when he’d bound her to the chair.
    What challenge was he going to put her through now? Whatever it was, she would prove to him she could handle it.
    But the bite of the metal against her wrists, now chafing painfully as she found it harder to hold her body high enough, made her question how long she could hold out.
    She heard the doorknob turn and her gaze jerked to the door.
    Finally, Mason was here.
    But to her complete shock, the man in the doorway was not Mason. It was her stepfather.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    “Shut up, girl.” His nasty, flat-gray eyes focused on her as he walked toward her.
    Her skin crawled as his gaze dragged up and down her body. Did he know she was naked under the coat?
    She had always been uncomfortable around him, as if he wanted something from her he shouldn’t want. But luckily she’d never found herself alone with him before.
    He stepped in front of her and she cringed. Then he smiled and, to her horror, ripped the zipper of her coat down and pulled it open.
    She gasped, mortified. He pulled a pair of scissors from his jacket pocket, then he cut away the bulk of the garment, leaving only the sleeves and the upper part of the back. Now she stood here, totally exposed to him.
    Oh, God, this can’t be happening.
    He leered at her, staring at her heaving breasts. Finally, he dragged his gaze to her face.
    “I’m sure you probably think your brother, Mason, is going to come and find you here, then spirit you away to safety.”
    She couldn’t hide that truth from her eyes and he laughed at the sight. An evil, disturbing laugh.
    “You might as well get that thought out of your head right now.” He pulled a paper from his pocket and unfolded it, then held it in front of her face. “Mason sold me your contract.”
    The paper was the recent contract she had signed with Mason with a note scrawled on the bottom in Mason’s handwriting stating that he was transferring the contract to his father.
    “But he wouldn’t do that.”
    “Are you calling me a liar, girl?” He snatched the paper away and shoved it back in his pocket.
    She locked gazes with him, but couldn’t hold it. Her memories of cowering from him as a teenager were too raw in her mind. Her stomach was tied up in knots and her cheeks blazed with heat at this intensely disturbing situation.
    “Why would he do such a thing?” she finally uttered hoarsely.
    He laughed. “Mason has unusual tastes. He is perverted in his sexual interests. He likes to push the limits into forbidden territory.” His sharp gaze locked on hers, holding her mesmerized. “He liked the illicitness