The Stepbrother: Part Two

The rest should be available on my author page shortly: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00HM9MQJK Hope you have fun reading.

Chapter 2: Orders

The next morning Adam wound up walking into the bathroom as I was brushing my teeth. Neither of us said a word as he grabbed his own toothbrush and began to scrub, though I could feel his eyes on me.

I was only wearing my panties and a t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I could see my nipples sticking out behind the fabric. My breasts swayed as I brushed.

It was strange. He didn't touch me, he barely even acknowledged me, yet I was still incredibly aroused. I wanted him to fuck me right then, right there, on the bathroom counter. Instead, he left wordlessly, not looking back as I watched him walk away.

The day was as ordinary as any day I'd ever had before it. I only saw Adam at breakfast, and since we were eating with our parents, neither of us mentioned the previous night. It was our secret.

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Kept – I’ve Become His Dirty Little Secret (now FREE!)

Hey everyone,

Because of the overwhelming response to my Christmas giveaway and because of the release of book two in the serial, I decided to give away Kept for FREE!

It's a book about girl who sneaks around the back of her neighbours house and listens to him play with each girl he brings home, desperate to see what actually happens on the inside. There are definitely some adult themes such as BDSM, so keep that in mind.

NOTE: It's not yet free on Amazon, I'm trying to get it pricematched down, so if anyone wants to lend a hand I would really appreciate it! All you need to do is go to Amazon, scroll down to the "Product Details" heading, and at the bottom of that section it says "tell us about a lower price." Just go through that and submit this Smashwords link.

The next book is Taken – I Am His Dirty Secret.

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Push [MF][BDSM]

I brush the back of my hand over her left cheek to make sure she's no longer trembling. Then I lay it over her lips and wait for her to kiss it before moving two fingers down the side of her neck, to pet her, stroke her—comfort her. I lean down and kiss her on the lips, her right cheek and the cloth the covers each eyelid, my hands sliding down her shoulders to her hips, touching everything in between.

“Are you ready?” I ask it as neutrally as I can, trying to stop any hint of concern or excitement from entering my voice. I imagine I fail.

She just nods, her lips pursed together, being a brave little soldier.

“Alright, but you can say stop any time. I won't be angry. It won't change anything. Okay?”

She nods again, her lips pressed together even more tightly.

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Spanking: Her first time [spanking] [BDSM] [D/s] [pleasure] [MF] [orgasm] [erotica] [belt] [submission] [Dominant] [play]

Writen by me © In the Quiet

This is one of my favorite subjects, since I like to spank. So for me it is not if I will spank you it is when I will spank you. So first let me give a little disclaimer, I do not condone abuse. I will never and have never abused a woman, the thought repulses me and I am ashamed to be part of a Gender where the beating and tolerance of abuse is Admired. Abuse is never ok. Let me establish that when I talk about Spanking or Discipline (Correction) it is in terms of Safe Sane and Consensual an act agreed upon in a relationship, such as D/s or even in a regular relationship where some dabble in Kink.

There are two basic forms of spanking one is to correct (discipline your submissive). The other is sensual and erotic a form of play. I do not like to correct my little but it must be done, for it is my responsibility as a Dominant to Discipline when warranted.

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Fantasy night (BDSM MF)

You come in the door after work. I’m kneeling in the living room, in the center of the room, the leather sofa behind me. The one we bought a few years ago, and have had a few, well more then a few, fun nights. Whew! I’m getting a bit flushed just remembering. My hands are on my smooth silky thighs. I’m sitting on my long, tan smooth legs. I’m just out of the shower and shaved just for you. The skin on my knees, lower legs and feet is slowly growing more red and more irritated. But I continue to kneel. I see you walk in through the door. I look up, my long blonde hair cascading down around my face. I shake it out and wait for you to speak.
You simply walk by me and gesture for me to follow. I stand, and slowly start after you. My legs, ankles and knees sore from standing for so long. You lead me to the bedroom. You’ve attached ropes to the four corners of the bed. I smile and lie down on it. You slowly wrap the rope around my right wrist, then the left. I feel you tighten it. I pull, hard. You then work on my legs. You first slip a piece of rope around one ankle. My legs spread wide, almost uncomfortable, you tie down the other one. The bonds are tight, and I quickly realize I’m at your mercy for the foreseeable future. The though sends a pulse of energy through my body. You slowly start stripping. First your white collared dress shirt. Then, your undershirt. I can see your muscles, not bulging, but there, ever present. You’re clearly fit. You slip off your pants and underwear. You smile at me, sadistically.
“You ready?” You lean over me, whispering in my ear. I swallow, nervous and excited. You move down my neck, kissing, sucking on it. I moan softly, yanking on my ropes, wanting to run my hands through your hair, grabbing the back of your neck, but I can’t. You continue your slow sensual tease. Down down down you kiss. You slip my left nipple into your mouth. Sucking, nibbling, sucking, licking. You hear me moan loudly “ohhh master!” I purr You continue kissing, down my tight stomach, down down. You stop just above my pussy. You look up at me with a teasing sadistic smile. You start kissing down my leg, and then up my inner thigh. You get so close. I gasp and arch, moving myself closer to you, but still you tease me. I bite my lip in frustration and arousal. “Please Master!” I say quietly begging. You move down and start kissing up the inside of my other thigh. I moan softly as I watch you get closer and closer. I expect you to keep teasing me. So much to my supprise I feel your tongue on my clit. I let out a slow long moan as I feel you start to lick, slowly, up and down, teasing me, pleasing me. “Oh that feels so good!” I say squirming, trying desperately to orgasm. I yank on the ropes, trying to force you into me, but they hold fast. “uh uhhhh uuhhhhH!” I smile at you. I slowly grind on you, moving my hips up and down. You lean forward and kiss me on my lips. I can feel your erection pushing on my thigh, bulging through your pants. I can tell you’ve had enough. You roughly, desperately, almost animalistically yank your pants down. I gasp as I feel you inside of me. You stretch me, not uncomfortably and slowly and rhymically start to fuck me. Faster, faster. I can see you straining not to cum “Baby, hold out for a few more mintues” I say encouraging you, my own orgasm building. “oh baby! That feels ooohhhhhh” I moan loudly, as I feel an orgasm wash over me. Mere seconds later I feel you cum, deep inside me. You collapse on top of me, exhausted. We lie there for a few minutes. You kiss me, passionately. I return the kiss, our tongues intertwining. You loosen the ropes, starting with my wrists. I wince as I feel the blood returning. I massage them as you undo my ankles I smile “That was pretty hot, I can’t wait for my fantasy night” I say smiling at you

Safe [MF] [BDSM]

Edit: Audio here http://soundgasm.net/u/TiredofNotBeingRight/Safe

I want to be your monster. The terrible thing you make a pact with to hold you in the night and keep you safe. Who keeps you close and warm and safe from all the other bumps in the night. The man who's presence can lull you to sleep or wake you up with a gasp, merely from where I touch you. To keep you as secure in my grip as you are in my thoughts.


Something about you rouses me from sleep and I find my hands sliding through your hair in the scant light of the pre-dawn. It takes a moment to adjust, to really come back into focus, so I let my hands do my thinking for me. They travel the length of you dark hair to the end and a few extra inches over your ashen skin.

You stir, emitting a pleasant moan. And with it I am brought back to life instantly.

My blue eyes open to scan over you as my hand slides down your back, over your spine, and back up your side. I make small circles and designs playing over it as I become aware of heavy breathing, my elevated heart rate. The cock you've made insufferably hard just by being as desirable as you are.

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[mf] [light bdsm] Home after a long day

Another shitty day. Too many assholes at work, too many people on the bus, had to hang on a strap all the way home. The only upside is knowing she's waiting. I walk in and there's no lighting except a few discreet candles. You're on your knees, waiting, eyes downcast until I give permission to speak. You assumed the position when you got the text I was almost home. I walk past you to the closet and ditch my backpack and overcoat. Hang up my pants and jacket, and I get the oral lube. I don't hurry. You can wait.

I never gave you permission to move or speak, so you're still kneeling on a foam rubber pad, left hand in the air and outstretched with the leash to your collar. I walk back to you. "Open." You comply and I pour lube in your mouth until it dribbles down your chin and onto your breasts. This is part of the challenge. You must hold the lube in your mouth without spitting or swallowing. I take your leash and say "Present." You smear the lube dribbled down your chin onto the valley between your breasts and then cup them, pushing them together like a platform bra. You know what's coming next. Your nipples stiffen in anticipation and you flush across your face and chest.

Master of Castle Oscarshall Part V [mf] [bdsm]

Part 5:

Jean lead Sabrina over the hardwood floor of the bedroom onto a blood red rug in front of the fireplace. A teapot sat on a warmer on the nearby coffee table. Jean poured camomille tea into a mug and handed the mug to his pet. “For your throat, my dear.” Sabrina sipped at the tea, soothing her sore throat muscles. She remained on her knees on the rug. Jean grabbed some gear from a table away from the fire while Sabrina sat and drank.

Sabrina placed the half-drunk tea on the coffee table. “Master, I'm waiting for you,” she whispered into the darkness of the spacious bedroom. Jean emerged from the dark holding a long, fluffy fox tail and a bottle of lubricant. He turned the business end of the tailplug toward Sabrina, “Down, girl!” Sabrinapushed her chest into the comfy rug, stretching her arms out in front and pushing her ass into the air. She wore a garter belt with no panties beneath, and he naughty parts shined in the firelight in her Master's view.

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The Master of Castle Oscarshall: Part IV [mf] [bdsm]

Part 4:

Steam poured from the marble of the shower floor. Jean sat on the stool underneath the downpour. His eyes were tight shut, his mind was focused. He felt like a king again – and rightfully so, as he currently sat in his castle. The watered trickled and then stopped falling as Jean twisted the knobs tight on the wall. He allowed himself to drip dry, standing in the center of the bathroom, and admiring himself in the mirror. Perhaps it was his rediscovered dominance, but Jean felt like a stud.

Meanwhile in the library, draped in a blanket, but otherwise still obediently nude, Sabrina poured over a book. She was absorbed in the history of the castle's inhabitants. Eleven generations had come and gone from Oscarshall; Jean would be the twelfth. It's original walls all stood strong. Sabrina dived into the memoirs written two hundred years in the past, losing track of time and space.

In the master bedroom, Jean stood before the vanity mirror. He straightened the collar of his shirt and fastened his wrists with cuff links. The tie tightened around his neck. His dark coat slipped over his shoulders. He buttoned it closed. Jean examined himself and the room around him. Perfect.

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Master of Castle Oscarshall Part III [mf] [bdsm]

Part 3:

Sabrina awoke in a haze, her eyes out of focus. Her panties were on, her hair didn't feel like the mess she expected. She sat up and looked around the room. No Jean in sight. Sabrina ambled out of bed and into the hallway. She didn't hear anything or see anyone. She began to think maybe last night's events had been a dream.

Sabrina pushed the door to the bathroom open and sat down on the toilet to pee. Ouch! Sabrina stood back up as she felt a sting from the toilet seat. She peered at her ass in the mirror – faintly visible fingerprint marks remained on her cheeks. Jean must have really been there. She shuddered – where was Jean now? Had he left her again? Sabrina was so sick of being alone. She choked back tears as she sat back on the toilet.

A few minutes later, Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom and strolled down the hall to foyer. The kitchen was located on the end of castle away from the sleeping quarters. From across the foyer, Sabrina heard sizzling. Jean?