Free Dick: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance by Nikki Wild Page A

against my skin. Already I felt my slit beginning to moisten as I
bit down on my plump lower lip.
    “Yes what ?”
    “Yes, Dick ,” I moaned quietly, looking into his eyes as he released my
hand.
    “Good girl,” he growled as
he released my hand from his grasp.
    I shuddered, my eyes
fluttering as I obeyed his command, slowly wriggling the lacy underwear down my
thighs until it fell down my calves and crumpled around my feet in a heap.
Gingerly I slipped my feet out of them, picking them up and slipping the damp
thing into my purse. I hadn’t realized just how wet Richard had gotten me.
    I heard him make an
approving sound in his throat, though I felt too ashamed to even turn my head
toward him. I felt so vulnerable, as though the entire restaurant had turned
all their eyes onto me at the same time. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening
as I felt the beginning of what might have been a full-blown panic attack.
    “ Very good,” Richard said softly, gently caressing my thigh as he
spoke. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
    The soft sound of his voice
in my ear sent a shiver all throughout my body, the whirling swarm of
butterflies in my stomach quickening to gale-force levels. I could feel the
warmth of him beside me, the way his breath washed over my ear as he whispered
again.
    “I knew you could be a good
girl for me,” he purred. “Doesn’t it feel better to be out of those wet, sticky
things?”
    “Richard, I—” I began, but
gasped as I felt him grip my thigh suddenly.
    “What did I say about what
you’re supposed to call me?” He breathed into my ear, his voice soft, but I knew
it held the promise of punishment just beneath the surface. My eyes fluttered
again and I gave a hard swallow, the warmth between my legs intensifying along
with the slickness of my own lust.
    “I’m sorry, Sir,” I
whimpered. “It feels good to be out of my panties.”
    Richard growled, evidently pleased
with my compliance. My heart fluttered, a rush of excitement filling me without
warning. It felt like I’d taken a breath of air for the first time since I’d
walked into the restaurant. The simple act of obeying filled me with a sense of
satisfaction that I hadn’t experienced before. I’d of course enjoyed the way
Michael had commanded me to do things for him, but somehow it felt different
when it was my stepbrother giving me the orders. The rush was different. With
Michael, I’d been so afraid, but with Richard I felt… safe .
    “Are you ready for your
next command?” he asked, his thumb brushing over the top of my thigh as he
released his grip.
    “I am, Sir,” I said, my
voice less tense as the endorphins began to rush through me. For the first time
the rush I got from surrendering my own control was mixed with the joy of
knowing that I could trust the man giving me orders. I looked into Richard’s
eyes, chewing anxiously on my lip. “I’m ready to do whatever you want.”
    “That’s what I like to
hear.”
    Richard glanced down the
row of tables cautiously before returning his gaze to me, a slight smile on his
lips. I would have normally dreaded a smile like that on my stepbrother’s face,
but somehow I felt that I’d be fine, no matter what he had in store for me.
    “Now,” he began, his voice
a low growl, “you’re going to put on a little show for our waiter.”
    I felt my stomach clench
without warning, my body tightening suddenly as his words took root in my mind.
But despite my fear, I felt the assurance somewhere in the back of my mind that
no matter what, Richard wouldn’t let me do anything that would ever get me
hurt.
    “What do you mean, Dick?” I
asked, my voice trembling. I licked my dry lips, doing my best to seem calm and
certainly not as frightened as I was at the prospect of someone—some complete
stranger even—getting a look at my more intimate parts of my body.
    “When the waiter comes back
for our order, you’re going to lean back and spread your legs. You’ll look