Free Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance by Helen Lucas Page B

whispered. I looked back over my shoulder at him.
     
    “Sorry. It’s weird to be doing this and… You know, actually want it.”
     
    He nodded. His kind face seemed to understand and he ran his hand up and down the back of my thigh. His hand was warm and strong and I loved the way his palms felt against my skin. I found myself pressing back into him.
     
    “Do you want me to keep going?”
     
    I bit my lip and nodded. He pulled my panties down, and I felt like a bad little girl, splayed over her father’s lap. It was so wrong and so gross but I loved it and I loved the anxiety in my belly as I felt his hand rest on my cheeks.
     
    “You’ve got a great ass, you know that?” Damien murmured. I wiggled it ever so slightly. I was hoping it would seem enticing, and not just a gross example of why I should eat less pizza.
     
    “You’re the only one who seems to appreciate it…” I whispered.
     
    “I’m fine with that,” he murmured, running his hand over my cheeks. “I’m fine if I can keep it all to myself.”
     
    “That’s right,” I moaned as he gripped my flesh hard. “It’s all yours. My body is all yours. At least for tonight. As long as you want, I’m all yours, bro.”
     
    “You don’t know how fucking sexy that is.”
     
    And then, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on my ass. I arched my back, squealing and shuddering as my flesh wiggled and reacted to his strike.
     
    “Are you okay? Was that okay?” he asked, concerned. The note of worry in his voice delighted me.
     
    “Yeah. That was great. You can go harder, though…”
     
    Was that what I really wanted? Did I want him to go harder? My heart was already pounding, slamming against my rib cage—excitement mixed with dread and anticipation of the next delicious, delicious blow…
     
    SLAP!
     
    I gasped, arching my back, simultaneously offering and retracting my plump ass from my brother.
     
    “How’s that?”
     
    “That… That’s good…” I whimpered. My pussy was absolutely soaked-whenever I shifted even slightly, I could feel it—I was making a wet spot on the leg of Damien’s pants. Fortunately, they were dark: no one would be able to tell.
     
    “Harder?” he asked.
     
    I paused. I hesitated. Could I do harder?
     
    “Yeah. Harder. As hard as you can go, bro.”
     
    Oh, god, was this going to be a mistake?
     
    I shrieked as his hand collided with my ass. It was the most exquisite burn I had ever felt and I found myself grinding against Damien’s leg, shuddering with delight as his hand whipped against my ass over and over and over…
     
    “Oh, god, harder…” I groaned. “It’s so good…”
     
    Damien whipped his palm harder and harder into my bottom, grunting as I shrieked. It was good no one was around to hear.
     
    The pain that echoed through my flesh was so beautifully cathartic—all the bad feelings, the memories of my father doing this to me—they melted away, replaced with something… Not exactly pure and good, but something that was all mine, something which did not scare me, something which I enjoyed, which gave me pleasure, and for which I hungered like nothing I had ever desired ever before.
     
    I felt my ass growing swollen under Damien’s hand. I felt it ache, covered in hand-shaped welts, covered in the evidence of his loving abuse. Finally, his hand came to rest on my punished ass.
     
    “You’re pretty red back here. I think you’ve had enough,” he declared, sliding his hand between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found my pussy.
     
    “Is my punishment over for now?” I asked, panting ever so slightly. He slid a few fingers inside of me, into my still aching pussy, and I groaned pathetically, pressing my hips back onto his hand, shuddering with agonized delight.
     
    “I could take more…” I offered, wiggling my butt.
     
    “You might think that now, but you need to be able to sit in class on Monday,” Damien said with a laugh. I tried to come up with a