My Alpha Ex Brother in Law Bound (3 page)

THREE /
YOUR BEGGING
PUTS CHERRY ON TOP

Fuck, Lisa was more perfect than Gavin
could have dreamed of. Her breasts were large and firm with the nipples poking
outward like lances. Her hips were round and her freaking pussy had soft pink
lips above a little trim of hair. The fact he could get her to squirt her
passion just made the anticipation that much hotter. He loved the way her arms
tied over her head arched her back and thrust her big firm breasts up higher,
deepening the v between her thighs. She twisted in the ropes he had her tied
with and it moved her voluptuous body with undulations that made his dick pound
harder.

His lust wanted her bound more, but he
was going to make her squirt for him first.

“How’s it feel, Lisa?” he demanded to
know, rising from the chair and turning it to shove it away.

Her breath was panting as if she’d run
up a long flight of stairs and he knew that adrenaline lust rush. “Like you own
me,” she panted.

He sneered. Exactly like that. He
touched her bare foot closest to him and began to stroke up her ankle, calf,
past her full hip, and up to her large breast. He brushed her nipple, which was
hard and jutting outward. She lifted into to his touch, seeking more, before he
continued on until his hand closed over her slender throat.

“I want to
own
you,” he told her
lowly, squeezing and holding her throat imprison beneath his hand.

She licked her lips with her eyes wide.
“I’m so horny,” she whispered, sounding desperate.

“Good,” he uttered. “I like my pussy very
wet and very ready for my cock.”

She moaned as if the words and meaning
flushed through her body with excitement. “I-Is this what you do, Gavin? Tie
women up and make them crazy with need?”

“A woman’s body thrashing in lust is the
most sexual thing I can imagine,” he uttered, looking down her nude body, then
he lifted his fingers to her sopping wet slit as she moan low, needy sounds.
“But having you bound and unable to stop me, buttercup. That’s the lust trip.”
He stroked her taut clit that was hot and wet, and she cried out little panting
sounds.

“Please, please, Gavin,” she begged.

“Your begging me, just puts the cherry
on top,” he uttered.

Gavin got out the oil and he began
massaging it over Lisa’s voluptuous body, bound to his bed. He didn’t do it to
entice her, but he did it to look at her oil-slicked nude body bound by his
ropes.

She moaned and writhed beneath his
hands, begging him in whispers to help her come, as he worked.

“I need you. I need you to touch me.
Please, Gavin, I’ll do anything. Please.”

He avoided her sweet pussy with the oil,
until the last. Then he touched her opened slit, lightly dripping oil through
it. “Anything, sister-in-law? You’ll do anything?”

“Yes, Gavin!” she cried, arching upward,
but held imprisoned by his ropes at her wrists and ankles.

“Let me tie you up tight and fuck you?”
His gaze blazed forcefully.

“Yes,” she hissed, undulating her pussy,
seeking more of his teasing touch.

He jumped up onto the bed, between her bound
opened legs, and she gasped. “I think you're a little slut,” he growled. Then
he bent in a crouch, between her tautly spread thighs, to suck on her clit.

“Gavin!” Lisa squealed as she lay bound
to Gavin’s bed, while Gavin’s mouth tortured her exposed pussy that was so needy
and hot she squirmed under his mouth invading her.

The ropes made everything more exciting.
It was fucking amazing and so hot she could combust. Begging Gavin like a slut
just ratcheted up her horny factor by hundreds. Who knew she was such a dirty girl
and would love things like this? It made her think of all those dark and dirty
fantasies she never let anyone know about. The rape ones, the forced ones, the
spanking ones, or the ones where a man talked so dirty to her while he roughly fucked
her that she’d nearly explode with a climax, by his wicked words alone.

She’d come to that one dozens of times,
while masturbating, and now it was even better because it was really happening
to her.

“Gavin,” she squealed again as his
tongue slid deep inside her, and then licked out again. She couldn’t move, but
just take his torture, as his mouth worked her … left her hanging and panting,
then he’d start working her again. He’d stop, lifting up to watch her naked body
squirming for him, then he’d lower and lick her some more.

“Please! Please, Gavin. I need! I need!”

Then when she was frantic and writhing
and sweaty he pulled her pussy lips open and rubbed her clit from side to side
so fast, it burned. She arched upward with a silent scream of pleasure that
finally sounded so high and passionately, she squirted. She felt it leaving her
like an explosion of hot, searing pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah,” Gavin growled. “Come on,
you fucking hot piece of ass, squirt for me again.”

She squealed as his fingers whipped over
her clit and she squirted again with pleasure making her gasp, it was so
intense.

Gavin brought Lisa down slowly from the
crazy high pinnacle he’d taken her too, by licking her pussy lips slowly. He
licked up all her pussy juices and entered her slowly with his tongue several
times, while she moaned. Then with a few lingering kisses to her pussy, he
stroked her hot soft body, until she was breathing evenly.

He brought out his ropes and stroked
them over her breasts, around the big proud globes, down through her cleavage, and
up over her taut nipples. Her eyes were watching the motions with sated lust,
until he trailed his ropes over her mound and through her wet pussy lips.

“Gavin,” she moaned.

He knew his gaze was blazing with the
heat of his lust. “Never had a pussy squirt for me before, Lisa.”

She looked embarrassed, but she couldn’t
close herself away from him, because he had her bound open. “I never before,”
she whispered.

Fuck that turned him on harder. “Good,”
he uttered. “Now, buttercup, I’m going to tie your wrists to your ankles on
both sides.”

Lisa whimpered as he did it, but she
didn’t fight him and it left her as vulnerable as a woman could be. Open and
ready to be fucked. He liked it so much he put a rope collar around her throat,
then took a cell picture of her.

“Oh my God!
Don’t,
Gavin. Don’t
do that!”

Gavin grabbed her baking hot clit that
was so taut it jutted from between her flushed pink pussy lips, spread open by
his ropes, and he squeezed. Her inner thighs quaked with spasms. “What?” he demanded.

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please take a picture of me?”

He squeezed, and she mewed, then gasp,
“Take a picture of me!”

He did another, and set his phone aside,
to pull out his thick cock, which he stroked slowly, while Lisa looked between
her legs at him doing it.

“You're so big, baby,” she whispered.

“Your pussy needy, Lisa?” he asked in a
rumbled voice of arousal.

“God, Gavin! I want you to fuck me so
badly,” she cried.

He thought her exclaimed passion
surprised both of them as his lips curled upward and he pulled her bound body
to the edge of the bed. He pressed the hot tip of his cock into her spread
pussy lips and she tensed with her eyes rolling back.

He’d seen that arousal wipeout before.
His perfect bound pussy was going into sub space where only his command and the
pleasure or pain he could inflict on her mattered to her. All else disappeared
from her mind.

“Call me, Master,” he whispered to her
as he pushed his cockhead against her swollen clit.

“Master,” she gasped, trying to wiggle
to get more contact. “Master, please put your cock in my pussy. Please, please,
Master, put it in. I’m so hot and wet for you.”

“For who?” he growled.

Lisa’s eyes snapped open with bright
dazed lust, as she exclaimed, “Master Gavin,
my
Gavin.”

On those words, he thrust his cock into
her. Grabbing her thighs to pull his rigid shaft deep as he watched it spear
her, stretching open her wet labia that was dark pink, while her clit jutted
free. He felt like he’d won a battle. Lisa
was
his.

The sounds she made were wild and
uncontrolled as he grunted along with her, falling over her bouncing breasts to
swing his hips harder. She was so tight and wet, spread open for him and the
rope collar looked so fucking hot over her throat as he made her tits leap with
his thrusts.

Then the amazing happened and Lisa
squealed, then she squirted, coating them both as he fucked her so hard his
balls bounced off her asshole. She couldn’t do anything but takes his fucks,
tied as she was, and the power of his control over her added to the intensity
of his lust and ignited his pleasure more fiercely.  

He found if he pulled his cockhead free
of her searing, slick pussy and shot thrusts of the creaming head over her
jutting clit, his bondage baby would squirt and scream passionate cants like a
hot porn queen. That fucking drove him deep, and he took her like he’d never
taken a woman before, until he could not hold back any longer.

“Ah,
Christ,
Lisa.
Yes,
”
he groaned harshly, and he ejaculated hot come deep inside her as he took her
mouth and tongue as deeply. Feelings of pleasure rolled through him like he’d
never felt before and he had to lock his knees to stay upright. He’d never felt
an ejaculation so amazing in his life.

As he came down from it, a single thought
attacked him.

Breed her. Put a child in her belly and
she’ll be yours for life.

The End.

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By Jenny Jeans

Tate lifted his arm and pressed his palm
into the door by Neecie’s shoulder, keeping the manager from getting closer to
her. “I’ll pay what’s owed, now get the fuck out of here,” his voice grated to
the manager.

The guy’s red face puckered as if he
couldn’t comprehend, then he spit out a thought. “I need paid ahead or she’s
out of here!”

“Fine,” Tate barked, and the sound made
the manager jerk. Then he finally stumbled back.

“I need it now,” the manager began,
which Tate overrode.

“Neecie, go sit on the edge of the bed
and wait for me,” Tate ordered her and he saw her lips part on a small gasp
that he felt straight in his cock. Fuck. “Now,” he said lowly, and she jerked
and backed away, following his command. His gaze followed the flow of her short
dress. The room was small and he could see her lower to perch on the edge of
the bed.

Exactly to his command.

His jaw ticked as he pulled out his
wallet and he gave the manager five hundred. “That cover it?” he asked, not
kindly.

“Yeah, but not all the advance I need ...”
the manager started to say.

Tate cut his gaze from Neecie to the
guy. “Won’t fucking need more, she’s
out
of here in less than an hour.”
Then he lean in. “
That
cover it?” he ask on a snarl.

The manager jumped back. “Yeah, man!
Whatever,” he grumbled. “Just trying to run a business.”

Tate stalked inside the room and took
the door, slamming it shut on whatever else the lowlife had to say. Neecie’s
liquid gaze watched him, flinching when the door slammed. He stood just inside
the room looking at her … braced with his legs apart.

Fuck him, he’d wanted his brother’s
woman ever since he’d first seen her … But then later, when he’d realized she
was submissive, he’d hungered for her like a gnaw in his belly.

Her gaze watched him with her eyes
barely able to hold his and her beautiful cheeks flushed. He reached inside the
leather vest he was wearing over his Henley thermal and he pulled out the
contract she had signed. Her eyes widened.

“Fucking glad you signed this. But ...”
He said the “but” harshly. “All but one of your five things are fucking
ridiculous, little pussy.”

She looked completely shocked. It
rounded her full lips that he knew were going to be around his cock. Was she
shocked he’d called her the branding name of “pussy” or shocked none of her
conditions were going to hold up.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to
put-t ...”

He interrupted her with a snapped
pronouncement. “Master.
You
will call
me
, Master.”

Her hands clenched in her skirts with
her spine straightening like a board and he saw the stormy emotion in her eyes
and on her face … but also that thing he’d seen before. She was fucking turned
on.

He stood towering … unmoving with his
voice explicit and sharp. “Little pussy’s have Masters. My pussy listens to
her
Master on her knees by his feet.”

Her body jerked, shuddered, then her
gaze fled his. But her body moved and she flowed to him, to drop to her knees
at his feet.

Perfect. Fucking
per
-fect.

Her dark head bent with that beautiful
hair of hers flowing around her shoulders as he breathed in her submission to
him and he held tight … the tightest fucking control on his soaring lust.

“I take it being my pussy is not going
to be on the limits list,” he asked in a growled voice. Her dark head shook. “
Look
at me,” he demanded. Her gaze lifted up past the big bulge of his hard cock in
his jeans.

He held the paper under her nose. “Look
at this, you’ve put
no
oral sex.”

Her lips trembled. “I just ...”

“Master!” he snapped, making her flinch.

“M-Master,” she whispered. “I-I’m
sorry.”

“You fucking don’t want my mouth on your
hot little cunt, pussy?” he asked. His stare relentless.

“No, I ...” His gaze sharpened, and she
quickly said, “Master.” She licked her lips, then whispered. “Master, I’d want
that.”

He cocked his hip, putting his hand with
the contract on it dangling from his fingers. “So it’s my cock you don’t want
to suck and you're putting a hard limit
on
that.”

Then she looked panicked. “Master, its
hard talking to my brother-in-law about this.”

“Ex,” he reminded her. “My cock in your
every sweet opening is what this is fucking about
sister
-in-law.”

She looked panicked, slightly fearful as
her hand came to his thigh. “I’m sorry, Master. I will do anything you want!”
she exclaimed, sounding desperate.

Inwardly, he grinned. He could not have
imagined how good this was going to be when his little sexy sister-in-law got his
boots for him.

He took her jaw into his hand, lifting
it to an uncomfortable stretch. “Bad little pussy’s get their bare asses
whipped.”

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