Free ROMANCE: MC Romance: Owned by The Bad Boy (Stepbrother Bad Boy BBW Ménage Mafia Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Alpha Male Billionaire Romance Short Stories) by Chloe Sexton Page A

next.  Instead I found myself in a compromising position.  He was pushing my shoulders down and I said nothing.
    I bet he wants me to suck his cock?
    I thought until I felt him at the back of me unclasping my bra.  My tits sagged as they were exposed and then I held my breath in anticipation of his next month.
    Nothing.
    I could hear light footsteps around the room.  Things being picked up and put down.  Him walking at times to the left to me and other times to the right. 
    Nothing.
    Then, there was silence once again.  Fear settled in me as I wondered if he was inviting some of his friends to join us.  There was nothing in the contract about others being with us.  Or did it say something about I am not allowed to have sex with anyone unless it was with his permission. I tried to think hard about it, but then I felt his hand. Lightly stroking my breasts.
    “Hmm,” I hummed as he started to play with my nipple. I couldn´t  help myself as much as I wanted to remain silent. The delicacy of his touch made it escape.  I felt something being put on them.  Maybe sensual oils, there was a subtle smell in the neutral space that I was in and his hands and breathing picked up the room he played with my breasts.
     
    The tables were turned as he said, “Open your mouth.”
    I knew what that meant. He was going to put something in it.  The question was, what?
    One cube of ice was put in there.  He told me to suck.  Sensually placing it around my tongue.  I was getting wet and he was slowly touching and caressing my breasts with his other hand.
    Part of me, wanted him to take me there and then.
    “Stand-up!” he commanded as I was purring at the sensuality of his touch.
    “Yes, sir.”
    That was my response to everything.  If I disobeyed one more time I knew the deal was over.  It had only just began and so far I was enjoying myself.
    Damon liked games.  Course, he did all men, especially business men liked to be in control.  That was what made them successful and he was successful and excellent at what he did. Charles would praise him all the time for his work efforts.  At times begging him to have a life outside of work.
    “There is more to life than money.” Charles would say a couple of times at the dinner table.
    “Is there dad, what?”
    Charles laughed the first time he said that and the second time, he replied, “Love.”
    Damon was testing me and I wanted to pass. I wanted to satisfy him in every way.  Not only for him to pay my way through college, but because the more I spent time with him. I knew that there was more between us then just a sexual attraction.
    I was attracted to him from day one.  I remembered the first thing I thought when I saw him, was what a shame we are related.  If he came into a bar and asked me out, I would never have hesitated.  He is every girl´s dream.
    Not only because of his good looks and charm, when he wants to be.  He speaks five languages, he is a man of the world and a business man.  He is every girls dream man.  He makes Cristian Grey just seem like a fantasy.  When he is my reality.
     
    He tugged off my jeans with my panties and I stood naked.  Fully exposed for him to do what he wanted and it got me excited. I imagined him taking me and slowly putting me on a bed.  A bed full of roses and we would make love and he would continue to caress me as he did before, he would love me and this contract would just be a formality.
    He didn´t need to make the contract. I would play along to his schedule. Making out that the only reason I come, is because of the contract. In time, he will see. In time, I would make him see.
    He lifted me up and I felt like I was in a swing or something. It was weird.  All the time, delicately putting me in the right position so that my legs were tied up.
    I wondered who had built the house. Did his dad know? Did mum know? Who else used the room or was it just his room? His to have pleasure with whoever he pleased, whenever he