Free Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance by Nikki Wild

Michael if you want to be dominated,” I said after another member of
the staff walked by. “Submission isn’t subjugation. You have every right to be
respected and cared for while you’re fulfilling your fantasies.”
    Jessica turned her gaze
away from me, her eyes downcast toward the table as another wave of tears
spilled down her cheek in tiny rivers. I could see the shame radiating from
her, the fact that she was even talking to me about this making everything that much worse.
    “I know that I haven’t been
the best brother to you,” I said, moving a little closer to her along the bench
seats. “In fact, I don’t blame you for all the shit you’ve probably thought
about me. I was a massive dick from the moment we met… I didn’t want to have a
sister, but in some ways I think it’s better that we see one another as
something different.”
    “What do you mean?” Jess
asked, looking up at me quizzically, her soft lips creased into a frown.
    “I don’t want anyone
treating you the way Michael treated you,” I explained, choosing my words very
carefully. “Just because you liked some of what he did doesn’t mean he’s the
kind of guy you should be with.”
    “Well what kind of men do
you expect me to date?” she asked, her tone incredulous. “I can’t imagine there
are too many gentlemen who would bend me over their knees. Michael told me that
no one else would ever want me. Maybe he was right. I’m fucked up...”
    The image was more than
enough to rouse my since sleeping cock, which I did my best to keep under
control. It was hard not to imagine what Jess’ bare thighs would feel like over
my lap, my hand slapping against that plump little ass of hers. I cleared my
throat uncomfortably and shook my head.
    “You’d be surprised by how
many men would jump at the thought of doing those kinds of things to
you—without treating you like a piece of garbage.” I sighed again, rubbing my
hand over my face in frustration. I couldn’t see a way of protecting her from
men like Michael—not without taking an active role in making sure she knew what
it felt like to be treated right even while someone was bending her over and
ordering her around like a slave.
    I would have to do it
myself.
    “Take off your panties, Jessica,”
I said, my voice low enough that only she could hear.
    “ What?! ” she hissed, glancing toward a waiter as he passed by. “Are
you crazy?”
    “You need to learn to take
charge of yourself—of your own sexuality,” I said in a whisper “This is the
first step. I want you to take them off and shove them into your purse.”
    “I… Can’t…”
    “I wasn’t asking .”

 

 
    Chapter
9
    Jessica

 
    I could feel my heart in my throat as
those words ran over and over through my head. My mind was flooded with so many
conflicting emotions that I wasn’t sure if I could handle the full reality of
what was happening to me. My stepbrother was
telling me to take off my panties in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
    On the one hand, it felt
like I’d stepped right into one of my fantasies, and for a moment, I wanted to
pinch myself to see if I’d hit my head back at that pavilion. I felt so afraid,
so scared that this might just be another one of his stupid jokes, one more
thing to embarrass me with.
    “You heard me, Jessica,” he
said, his voice hard and commanding.
    “Okay Richard” I whispered
meekly.
    I reached down and began
hiking up my pencil skirt, biting my lip anxiously as I watched for anyone who
might catch me in the act. But before I could actually start to slip off my
panties, I felt Richard’s gentle, but firm grip on my hand, staying me as he
whispered in my ear.
    “I told you not to call me
Richard. From now on, you’ll address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Dick’ whenever I give you
a command,” he growled. “Is that understood?”
    “Yes,” I gasped, a storm of
fluttering butterflies coming to life in the pit of my stomach as I felt his
warm breath