Free Stepbrother's Kiss by Penny Blake

don’t care about your money.”
    “Then why are you here in my office asking for it?”
    “Because it’s not yours—it belonged to my parents, and they left it to us.  And l think what you’re doing is wrong.  You have no right to keep Blaze and I here like this, and I’m still not convinced that you’re not holding the money over our heads because you want to fuck me.”
    “You’re awfully self-confident, aren’t you Jess?”
    “That’s right. Don’t act like I didn’t give you a raging hard-on the last time I was here, when you spanked my bare ass, because I felt it for myself.”
    “And don’t act like it didn’t make you wet, because I saw it glistening on your thighs.”
    “I don’t deny it.  I liked what you did to me, but it can’t happen again.  So if that’s why you’re holding back the trust—“
    “It can’t happen again, you say?” He stood up from his chair, and between his height and the darkness in his eyes, I suddenly felt intimidated.
    “Sweet Jessica,” he said in a voice as soft as silk. Then he reached around and pulled the zipper on the back of my dress down. The fabric fell and pooled around my feet.  Now I was wearing nothing but a black bra and panties, and a garter belt and silk stockings. 
    “You know so little about men,” he continued. “There’s so much I’d love to teach you.  Do you know how much I’d like to take you up to my bedroom right now, handcuff you to my bed, and fuck you until you screamed.  And I wouldn’t just fuck you with this.” He gently took my hand and brought it to his crotch, which was unmistakably hard.  “I’d fuck you with toys.  I’d tickle you with feathers.  I’d tease your sweet pussy with a string of pearls.  Oh, the things I can do with a string of pearls, sweet Jessica.   I’d pleasure you slowly, for hours, until you were begging for my cock.  And then I’d turn you over and spank you for being a whore.  Like this.” 
    In one swift move, he sat down in his chair and pulled me over his knee.
    I could have yelled at him to stop. I could have said no.  But the truth was, even though I hated to admit it, there was a fierce attraction between Raine and I. 
    His words triggered something unexpected in me, and as I lay over his lap, feeling his hand fall hard on my ass, I couldn’t help longing for him to slide his fingers into my panties touch me where I needed him most.
    After three hard whacks, he rubbed my ass tenderly, then smacked it even harder.  Rubbed it again, soothing me.  Then give it a final hard crack.
    “You may stand up,” he ordered.
    I did as he instructed, then stared down at him. I felt blood racing to face, a combination of fury and animal lust.
    Then he took my hand and guided it to his crotch, moving it up and down the fabric.  “Keep doing that,” he said.
    “Raine—“
    “You will call me Mr. Everly, understand?” He slapped me hard on the ass again, then in a swift move lifted me on his desk and did something I never would have expected.
    He kissed me.
    And then I did something I hadn’t planned.  I kissed him back.
    I kissed him back because even though I hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, what I felt for him in that moment was potent, intoxicating and all consuming.
    “Jess?” came a familiar voice from the doorway.
    I turned around and Blaze was standing there with several of his friends behind him.
    It took a moment for my brain to see through my haze of lust and make sense of what was happening.
    Blaze and his friends had just walked in on Raine and I mid-make out.
    I was wearing nothing but a black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings.
    Raine had been kissing me and I was clearly kissing him back.
    And Blaze looked furious.
    “How could you?” he bit out, pain and hatred warring in his tone. “How the fuck could you do this to me!” Fury won out, and he grabbed a glass paperweight from a coffee table and threw it through the window, sending