Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Bellamie
He doesn’t say a word as he leads me into one of the viewing rooms. There's a bed on one side, a spanking bench in the middle, and a chair off to the other side.
Plenty of room for Krampus, but I can’t think about him right now. Starla’s right. Dating’s a crapshoot. I have to focus on the reality in front of me. I can figure out how to expand my horizons later… maybe.
Everything happened so fast, I have no idea how Molly is doing in the auction. But now I trust the magic. She’ll be fine.
Loren strolls around the room, dropping his padded Santa coat on the chair.
A white t-shirt stretches across his chest and biceps.
“All those times you walked around in a t-shirt and panties, or bent over in front of me, or made your cleavage more than obvious …
you knew what you were doing to me. The problem was that I couldn't figure out if you were practicing so you could tease other boys or if you really wanted me.”
Talk about getting called out.
It was all for him. I never thought I could have him. I wait, curious to see what else he has to say as he makes his way to me.
He kicks off his Santa boots and strips the pants.
I’m a little disappointed that he’s wearing joggers underneath.
“And when you asked me to take you shopping and then tried on bikinis that had less fucking fabric than a washcloth…” He takes my hands, rubbing them with his thumbs.
“I don’t want to force you into anything you aren’t ready for, Bellamie, but I’ve wanted you for so long. ”
“Really?”
He raises our hands and kisses my fingers. I might melt.
“Belle, remember the time you accidentally walked in on me when I was… in the shower?”
“You think it was an accident?” I kind of confess.
He cocks his head.
“I just wanted a peek of you naked. I didn’t know you’d be…”
“Thinking of you and how much I wanted to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”
My heart skips a few beats considering that I would have let him.
“But the look on your face–it hit me how innocent you were, that our eight-year age difference is huge. I had no right to take advantage of you.”
“That’s why you yelled at me to get the fuck out? Not because you were mad?”
“It’s been torture denying my feelings for you, Belle. And when I thought I horrified you, I hated myself.”
My knees buckle but he catches me. Being held by him makes me even more safe than I ever imagined.
“I wasn’t horrified. I was… your dick was so big you could barely fist it.
The number of times I fantasized about slipping into your bed at night…
or that I fantasized it was you when I played with my vibrator…
well, I realized at that moment, I needed a bigger one. ”
He pulls me in tight. My head is forced against his chest and turns to the side.
“I promise to make this good for you.”
“I know you will.”
“I’ve dreamed of this, Belle, just never quite like this. We'll use the safeword stoplight system. It was part of the contract.”
“I know. If I say red, everything stops. Same for you.” I wink at him.
He shakes his head and steps toward the bed. Sure, that’s been how I fantasized he’d take me, but the spanking bench is too tempting. I pull against his grip and point at the bench. “Let’s do it there.”
Loren exhales hard. “I don’t know, Belle… I bought you, we’re having sex in front of people…” He draws my gaze to the window where we already have an audience. “I want to do it right, on the bed, for you, not for them.”
For me. I feel so empowered.
“I just think it’s a lot for your first time.” He nods toward the bed, but I hold my position.
“Is this why women don't enjoy sex, particularly the first time? Because men think they know what we want?”
“I’ll do right by you.”
“You signed a contract that this will be all about me, and I want the bench.”
He wraps his arms around me so quickly my hands are trapped between us. Did he mean to have my hands against his cock? Holy fuck, he's hard. I purposely move my fingers, making him growl.
“Fine.” He kisses along the side of my face, and as I tilt my head and tiptoe, our lips come together.
Oh, my god. We should have been doing this all along. My mind floats to Krampus for a brief moment… the kiss we shared… Could I handle two guys at once?
My legs are weak and Loren has to steady me.
He makes space between us and lifts our hands.
He kisses my fingers then shifts his hands to my waist and lifts me, carrying me until my back presses against the wall.
“Do you realize how many times I heard you moan late at night? I wanted to break down the wall between our bedrooms and show you how hard that made my cock.”
“It was always for you.”
“You're such a naughty girl.”
I want to make some quip about being on the naughty list–Krampus’ list, but can’t risk this moment. Loren smothers me in kisses while grinding his hips against me.
He moves a hand under my bottom and shoves his pants down. His cock springs free underneath me, pressing against my soaked panties. My lower lips are so wet they try to take him, but the dang fabric’s in the way.
He rocks his hips back and forth, creating pressure on my clit in a way I’ve never managed on my own. Is it the anticipation, the lack of control, the sheer need? I dreamed of riding his cock so many times, but didn’t dream big enough.
Loren’s breathless. “Bellamie, this is so right. So worth the wait.”
“I never thought you wanted me.”
“I did, always, but didn’t want anyone to think I was taking advantage of my younger stepsister. And I didn’t want to risk hurting our family.”
He slants his lips over mine, kissing until neither of us can breathe. “I don’t want to rush this, Belle.”
“We have the rest of our lives to take it slow. Tonight is all about feeding the passion.”
“Can you come like this?” He grinds harder, his cock torturing my lady bits.
I lean my head forward, my cheek against his. “Yes. Can you?”
“I want to wait until I’m inside of you.”
“Why not go for both?” My tone turns wickedly seductive.
“Fine, I’ll mark you then fill you.”
“That’s right, Santa, I want it all.” I risk the joke, but he doesn’t miss a beat.
“Your dress is going to get messed up.”
“I hope so.”
“Fuck! Grind on it, Belle.” With the rocking of his hips, I'm at his mercy.
My sex tightens around the emptiness I’m desperate for him to fill.
I teeter on the brink of my orgasm, fueled by every movement. Are Loren’s walls breaking down or is he simply feeding into my fantasy, giving me a one-time pleasure because he has to make this good for me?
My orgasm winds tighter and tighter. “I’m so close. Come with…” My words trail off as fireworks explode in my body. Bliss consumes me.
A rumble emanates from Loren’s chest, sending further stimulation through my body, straight to my clit. His cock pulses and his warm, wet release soaks through my clothes.
Catching breaths between waves of climax, lacking the ability to form any clever words, I let my eyes fall shut as another wave of pleasure racks my body.
He sets me on my feet briefly to shuck the clothes from his lower half, then carries me to the spanking bench.
I’m so limp, I follow his guidance. He sets me on my knees and makes sure my hands are steady on the top pad before stepping in front of me.
“You know how long I’ve waited to see these titties? You paraded around without a bra so many times, I couldn’t help but imagine my tongue on your perky little nipples.” He reaches around me and unzips the back of my dress.
I take his question as rhetorical, as it causes another orgasm tightening low in my belly. I shift my thighs together so I can squeeze.
He growls again when he realizes I don’t have a bra on. “Fuck!” My dress is promptly thrown to the side, leaving me in nothing but panties and heels.
“Everything about you is so goddam perfect, Belle. Even your dark, rosy nipples.”
And right now they’re so hard they hurt.
Caressing them with a hand he says, “They’d look incredible, full of milk, dripping on your swollen belly.”
Everything stops except for the electricity shooting from my nipples to my clit. I don’t think he meant to say that, at least not out loud.
“Green,” I whisper, not wanting him to overthink it.
He leans in, kisses my lips, then circles behind me and bends me over the bench.
First he spanks one cheek, then the other. “You're such a fucking tease, torturing me for years, and now in this little thong, Belle.
“All those curve-hugging leggings, the short shorts, the flirty sundresses. Was all of that because you wanted me to fill you with this cock?” He grips my hip tightly with one hand and slaps his hardened shaft against my butt.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He relaxes his fingers then spanks me again. I wait to feel what he’s going to do next, and shriek when he bites my butt. He’s full of surprises.
“That’s for being a pain in the ass,” Loren says.
“I’m sorry,” I say reflexively.
“I doubt it, because you’re not the good girl you pretend to be, Belle. Tonight we find out just how naughty my little stepsister is.”
A thought flits out of my brain, coming out as nothing more than a begging whimper on my lips.
“If I hadn't been waiting so long to pump you full of cum, I'd take a hell of a lot longer.” He rubs a hand over my back. “If I said I was going to fuck you hard and fast, Bellamie, what color safeword would you give me?”
“Green. Please fuck me, Loren, please.”
“So polite. That doesn’t make you any less naughty.” Loren’s laugh is almost sinister. I’ve never seen this side of my stepbrother. Then again, he’s never seen this side of me.
“I’ll go slowly at first.” He dips his fingers between my legs and tugs my thong to the side. Not taking it off?
His tip presses against my entrance and my lower lips stretch apart to take him. My breath hitches. That question about how I can take something that big is getting answered. Slowly. The stretch burns but everything else is so… I don’t even know how to explain it.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I say just as Loren pushes his tip fully inside of me, stretching me around the thick head before giving me a moment of relief.
He’s inside of me. My entire being feels full. I wiggle, needing to explore what’s happening. His free hand grips my hips, his breaths audible. “Hold still, Belle. You’re tighter than I expected. The torture never ends.”
After what seems like forever, Loren pistons back and forth the tiniest amount, fitting himself a little further inside of me with each in-stroke. He’s not the only one being tortured. Even while my body feels like I’m going to split in half, my hips shamelessly rock back to take him further.
Each movement winds me tighter. I worry I might come before he’s all the way in.
“Can you feel that, Belle? My cock twitching, begging for more in your tight pussy?”
“It’s so big and thick. So much.”
“You know what happens every time my cock swells like that, don’t you?”
His shaft stretches me to new limits. The seer of the pain mixed with the sheerness of the pleasure steals my breath. I shake my head.
“Every twitch, every swell… more pre-cum spills inside of you.” He rubs his hand over my butt and down my hip.
I’m so hungry for him, I can’t think anymore, just surrender and let primal needs drive my actions. My sex tightens on him.
He spanks me. “Naughty girl, answer my question. You understand what that means, don’t you?”
I nod.
“Say it. Tell me you want it. Or tell me to stop. I have to hear your words… a safeword if that’s easier.” His voice is a little louder, a little clearer.
“You’re going to come inside of me.”
“I’m giving you the full load, but what else does it mean?”
What? I don’t have enough active brain cells for a quiz.
Loren turns a little making room to spank me again. It occurs to me that my sex tightens every time he spanks me. Is it as good for him as it is for me?
“I’m riding you bare, no protection.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“It’s not foolproof. Are you willing to take the risk, Belle? Is it what you’ve hoped for all along?”
“Yes, I want you to fill me with cum.” My sex tightens and I almost tip past the point of no return. The ridiculous thought of how much of a jerk my stepbrother can be helps me pull back in the nick of time.
Loren’s hand lands on my lower back, pressing down hard. “Fuck, Belle. You gotta give me warning.”
“I’m really close.”
His tone gets ragged. “You liked watching me give my cock a workout in the shower that day, didn’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I can tell by how tight you’re getting. Don’t hold back, Belle. Come on my cock.”
I cry out as I fall apart. Loren’s groans are purely primal while he unloads inside of me, our mixed release running down my legs, pooling around my knees.
Years of pent-up frustration finally get their release. I lose track of myself, completely surrendering to the man I’ve wanted for so long.
I’m pulled back from my bliss when he slides out of me and pushes my thong back in place, patting my sex from behind.
“You need to rest. I better get you home.”
He’s right, but I’m not ready for these good swirly feelings to end. “What’s the hurry?”
“I think it’s safe to say I fulfilled the contract.” He’s getting dressed, making a wad of his Santa costume. “I’ll run our stuff out to my car then come back to get you.”
Alone, I pull myself up from the bench. My gaze drifts to the door as it closes, and I catch sight of the glass viewing wall. I quickly divert my gaze. After all, the contract’s fulfilled.