My Alpha Ex Brother in Law Bound (2 page)

“Please, Gavin,” she whimpered.

His body moved, backing away from her
head, and then his mouth was on her lips. Passion, heat, and fire swept through
her, urging her lips into frantic motions on his firm mouth. Upside down he
caught her top lip and sucked on it as she moaned harshly, while twisting in
her restraints. His tongue stabbed deep into her mouth and she sucked on it
frantically, moaning, while his fingers continued to pluck her jutting, hard
nipples.

God help her, she wanted him to touch
her pussy. She
needed
him to touch it. She only had words and her mouth
to move him. As she kissed him torridly, she pleaded, “Gavin, my clits
so
hot. Gavin, please. Let me have your cock, baby. Gavin, please,
please
.”

“Whose cock you want?” he growled
against her mouth. Twin tight plucks of her nipples brought a near passionate
screech out of her throat, then she cried. “
Yours,
Gavin, yours.
Your
cock.”

“Not Travis?” he asked harshly as his
lips left off roughly kissing her.

She wailed. “No!”

Gavin stood back watching Lisa pant and
thrash against his bondage. Her heavy, naked breasts lunge as her hair whipped
wildly around her and her ass tried to hump her hips upward for release. But of
course she was imprisoned. His need to know she wanted him and she was aroused
for him and she was begging for
his
cock, made him crueler. Perhaps. But
he didn’t give a fuck. If she came back … it would be for him and no semblance
of fucking Travis.

He grabbed handfuls of her hair and
tugged her head back, arching her beautiful throat as she panted with her lips
bruised and red from his aggressive mouth. Her tits rose with her nipples
torrid. He knew his tugging of her hair hurt, but what he got was an aroused
mew from her.

He could never be certain with any
woman, but he was beginning to think Lisa was made to be his bound plaything.
He kept his hand tight on her hair as he went for her crotch. Just feeling the
clingy dampness bucked his cock in response. He fucking wanted inside her. But
he was going to win over his cock’s lust. The passionate moaning sounds his
sister-in-law made dug straight into his blood as the little space she had to
move from being bound brought her mound up into his hand.

He tugged her hair, making her whine.
“Hot pussy,” he uttered, and he pulled at the top of her tiny white panties.

Lisa heard the ripping as her body
heaved with need, and Gavin tore her thong from between her thighs. It was so
hot, she felt like she was on the edge of an explosive climax.

“Oh baby, baby,” she cried. “
Touch
me.”

“Who?” Gavin demanded, as he tugged her
miniskirt up to her waist, baring her completely.

“Gavin, please,” she pleaded, and it
made her so much hotter to beg him. He had her hair like a leash, using it to
arch her throat. His control over her was complete and she’d never,
never
had any man treat her so … oh god,
so
freaking possessive.

He released her hair and his hand left
her thigh. No! He couldn’t stop! Her head bounced forward and she found him
kneeling before her. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as her bare
breasts bounced between them with her heavy breathing. He looked wicked and
determined with a lean hard masculine edge. His gaze drilled into hers.

“My hand.” He put it between her thighs,
and she whined a pleading sound in her throat. Her eyes drop to his hand. “
Look
at me,” he barked.

Her body jolted and her gaze leaped to
his intense gaze. “I want to see every minute as I touch you, Lisa,” he uttered
on a low male growl.

She couldn’t believe he was like this.
But her body believed it and it quivered with desire as her brother-in-law
slowly put his finger through her sopping wet slit.

“This what you're looking for, buttercup?”

“Please, please. I
need
,” she
begged.

Then his finger slid to her core. One
thrust and he was inside her. Her body wanted to bow out of the chair, but the
bindings kept her tied in place. Feelings she’d never felt before thrashed
through her.

“Fuck,” Gavin uttered. Then he ordered
sharply, “
Look
at me.”

Lisa opened her clenched eyes and saw
the knowledge that Gavin had his finger deep inside her.
Her brother-in-law.
Then, he began moving his finger.

“That’s it.” He leaned forward and he began
to finger fuck her, to her uncontrolled moans of pleasure.

He grasped the back of her head, holding
her gaze on his, as he plunged his finger harder inside her. “I c-can’t come
like that,” she moaned. “Touch my clit, Gavin,” she pleaded. “Please. I need it
so
bad.”

He gripped the back of her head tighter.
“You
will
come like this, Lisa,” he hissed. Two of his fingers pumped
into her and they made sloppy, slick fucking sounds, while her hips jerked with
each movement. “Just like you’re going to come on my cock, when you return to
me.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered. Her eyes closed
as her hips jerked faster, following the rhythm of his forceful finger fucking.

“Look at me!” he barked, and her eyelids
burst open.

He leaned forward more and moved his
fingers faster inside her, until a burn started deep inside her. “Oh. Oh.
Oh,
”
she panted.

“Yeah,” he uttered. “Come on, sweet
pussy.”

The chair jerked as her eyes rolled back
and the torrid burn turned into a coiling ache that got tighter and tighter.
“Ah! Ah!
Ah!
” she cried, and his fingers rapidly fucking inside her as
his hand slapped between her thighs.

Then her body tensed and bowed upward,
as much as her bonds would let her, and intense pleasure exploded inside her. It
stole her breath for long seconds as hot liquid squirted between her thighs
making her scream again, shuddering.

Gavin felt Lisa’s squirting climax and
he fucking nearly ejaculated on the spot. He’d not intended to touch her clit,
but he’d never had a woman squirt before. He started slapping her pussy with
his fingers, flaying her clit. More hot liquid squirted out of her luscious
pussy as she cried out as if the pleasure was so raw she was lost in it.

“
That’s
it, Lisa,” he urged,
swiping her clit rapidly and she squirt again with a frantic set of cries. His
hand was soaked, her thighs were soaked, and he let go of her head to work her
clit and fuck his fingers inside of her heat at the same time. Each time she
came, her cries grew staccato and shrill, then hot come juice would squirt on
his hand.

“Fucking beautiful,” he snarled, leaning
in and working her again with three fingers fucking her roughly.

Her head fell back as she screamed and
squirted again. He nearly had his cock out by the time he regained control and
slowed his motions. Visions of her tied; wrists tied to her ankles, which would
spread her wide open for him as she squirted and he fucked her, blazed through
his thoughts.

But he forced himself away with a
tremor.

If she came back ...

TWO /
ONLY IF YOU COME
BACK

He’d never called her. Not once.
Lisa had tried
to convince herself she was glad Gavin hadn’t called. Her indignation had
worked for an entire week, but then as always she’d gotten slowly lonelier and
lonelier. That was her downfall — the lonelier she got, the hornier she got and
in the past that always drove her to Gavin’s door.

She’d never dared let him know she was
horny in the past. She’d just needed to look at him — to be around him … then
she’d go home and have marathon sessions with her vibrator. Always getting
confused in her lustful fantasies whether it was Travis she was thinking about
or Gavin as she made herself come.

Now she was lonely and extremely
embarrassed over the way she’d come so hard, while squirting her passion in a
way she’d never done before. She was so needy, but afraid to admit it. She was
screwed worse than she’d been before. Because now she knew what Gavin was into
— what he expected. Now she knew that he thought of her sexually. Very sexually,
and she couldn’t ignore that. If she went to him now, it would be glaring that
she went to get fucked by her ex brother-in-law.

No hiding that.

It would also mean she went to be tied
down and taken by him. She’d never experienced anything so stunning in her
life. Her desire for it again was nearly uncontrollable. The only thing
stopping her was her need for him to make the first next move … for him to ask
her. She needed him to ... well, come get her.

Lisa looked at her cell phone, daring
herself to call him. Then she growled a frustrated sound and tossed the phone
into the passenger seat of her car. It would make her look like a needy slut if
she made the first move.

Only if you come back.

Was it her he wanted or would any pussy
do? Did she care after the way he made her feel? When she was with him she
never thought about the past. So she’d be his bondage slut for a while. Then
before she knew it, she was in his parking lot, looking at his fancy sports
car. A man who drove a sports car like that would be into bondage, she thought
snottily.  

But if he ties you up, it won’t really
be your fault what happens.

Lisa bit her bottom lip, wanting so
badly to go inside, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She wanted Travis back,
not Gavin, didn’t she? If she went up to Gavin’s expensive loft on her own,
things would never be the same. Travis would be wiped away forever.

With tears in her eyes, Lisa pulled her
car back out of Gavin’s parking lot and she sped to a seedy club she knew.
She’d get drunk and find a guy to lay her, then she’d forget about Gavin and
how her brother-in-law tied her up, made her squirt passionately, and made her
climax more brilliantly than any feelings she’d ever had.

Only by one o’clock in the morning,
she’d turned down every guy in the bar that had tried to lay her. Plus she was
smashed. Normally, she had a death wish being drunk and she’d drive anyways,
but the bartender took her keys and told her to call a cab.

That was the last thing she remembered,
until she woke up to a bright light in her eyes with her head pounding from a
roaring hangover.

“
Do
you remember telling the cab
driver to bring you here?”

Lisa winced and turned her head on the
bed toward Gavin’s irritated voice. He straddled a chair turned around with the
back between his thighs. His muscled forearms were resting on the top of the
back and she realized it was the chair he’d tied her up in.

His ripped chest was bare and it looked
as if he was wearing running pants, with bare feet, an unshaven jaw, and
intense eyes. The knowledge of what they'd done … their intense sexual session,
rushed between them and her chest heaved. She was going to jump up and run away,
only the moment she tried to move she realized she was tied spread eagle to
Gavin’s bed.

“Fucking told you if you came back,” he
hissed lowly and with a growl of anger.

“I was drunk,” she hissed back, fighting
the bonds tying her to his bed. Then realizing there was just a sheet over her
and she was naked underneath. “You took my clothes!” she exclaimed, and it made
her head pound more. “Give them back, Gavin, and untie me,” she said through
gritted teeth, while looking at the ceiling and not him. She couldn’t look at
him.

Her brother-in-law had tied her naked to
his bed!

“Not until you receive punishment for
showing up here smashed
again
, Lisa,” his voice uttered harshly.

Just Gavin saying the word, “punishment,”
curled through her sex like a firecracker igniting. She could feel the dampness
pooling, as her pussy heated to,
“Yes! Sex. Now.”

“No, no,” she muttered under her breath,
fighting the arousal. It wasn’t enough to get hot over Gavin tying her up, but
now this! Was she seriously getting crazy horny over him being more of an asshole?
She was mortified her nipples were so hard that it was obvious through the
sheet, barely covering her breasts.

But all that flew from her mind with
Gavin’s forceful and angry …“
You
don’t get to say no! You don’t get to
just show up here filthy drunk!”

He reached forward and snapped the sheet
off her. “Gavin!” she wailed.

“You think that I like having you sloppy
drunk and coming on to me,” Gavin growled.

Her horrified gaze shot to his, to see
his gaze roaming over her exposed body. Had she come on to him? She didn’t remember
that as she cringed, not able to cover herself from his exploring gaze.

“Grabbing my cock and trying to get me
to fuck you. So drunk you fell over, and then …” His voice was so low she had
to strain to listen. “You called me fucking Travis.
Again.
”

“Oh no,” she whispered. “Oh, Gavin, I
didn’t mean it!”

His lips were stern and his gaze was
filled with severe emotion as he pinned her gaze. “What we did …
how I
made you feel wasn’t good enough,” he uttered, through clenched teeth.

Then being nude and tied to his bed
didn’t matter, because Lisa realized she was in very close danger of having him
hate her.

She broke down. “I was afraid to come
here. I tried, Gavin, I was outside, but then I got scared and I got drunk to
hide it. Again.”

He looked her over slowly, down her nude
body and up, not revealing to her that divulging her deepest secrets was
affecting him.

“Your pretty pussy’s wet,” he remarked.

She gasped with her thighs quivering
with the need to close, but the inability to do it. “Gavin, please,” she
pleaded.

He looked past her pussy and breasts up
to her eyes. “Is that why you get drunk, Lisa? Because you’re afraid?”

“I’m naked and helpless here, you have
all the control,” she whispered fiercely. “I’m telling you yes. I’m afraid of what
I feel for you.”

She turned her gaze away from him with
embarrassment flushing even the hard tips of her nipples.
He
uttered a curse, making her nude body flinch as she twisted against the bonds
holding her to his bed.

“Your safe word is ‘redemption,’ Lisa.”
She
didn’t move as shivers ran over her nude flesh. “You say it and I
will
release you. Stop anything I am doing.”

She opened her mouth to scream the word,
when he added, “But then, I will refuse to
ever
see you again after
that. I won’t play your self-destructive games any longer. Besides, I want a
willing bondage submissive in my bed, not a forced one.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered. He-he wanted a
bondage submissive? Her? Oh god ...

“That, baby ...” His breath was right
against her cheek, and it was only then she’d known he’d moved. “Is not the
safe word.”