Step Brother Anthology: Bad Boy (BBW Taboo Billionaire Romance) (10 page)

        Yet even after all was said and done, all I could think of was Sam.  I
wanted to fuck him, I think I have always wanted to fuck him.  I am pretty sure
he wanted to fuck me.  How can I make this happen I thought?

        I drove home that night thinking of Sam, and
even with the fucking I had just endured I wanted Sam now more than ever.  I
now had a plan.

        I got home and went into the shower, cleaning
myself off and making myself smell delicious.  I knew he was home, he was
always home.  In our palatial palace you never knew where anyone was, but Sam
was always in his office, toiling away for hours on end. 

        As I stepped out of the shower I proceeded
down the long hall into his office.  I was still in my towel.  I stepped into
his office and began slowly walking around waiting for him to notice. 

        “Oh hi Layla, what are you up to?”

        I bit my lip as I looked at him and let my
towel fall off my breasts accidentally on purpose. I could see his eyes almost
pop out of his head.

        “Ooops, nothing just getting out of the
shower.”

        I fixed my towel and sat in the chair in front
of him.  He pretended to still be working but when I opened the towel to reveal
my pussy, it caught his attention.  I began to rub my leg sensually and lazily
let the towel fall off my breasts again.  Sam watched with his mouth gaping
open.  It was then that I started to rub my pussy for him thinking of him
inside of me.  Rubbing back and forth.  I was totally lost in the moment almost
forgetting he was there until I noticed he was standing at my shoulder. 

He led me to another room
by the hand, in the centre of the room was a huge chaise lounge.  It was small
about 10 feet long by 4 feet wide and covered with a black leather.  I looked
at the table and then I looked at him.

“Lay down Layla, I have
thought about this for a while”
          Just like that he said it, and just like that I complied.  As if we
had been doing this with each other for years.  You could see the intensity in
his eyes as he looked me over head to toe, toe to head and then right back to
my tits.  In one swift motion he rushed in and grabbed handfuls of both of my
breasts.  He squeezed hard and sucked my nipples until I could almost orgasm. 
I tried to pull back but he did not loosen his grip he wanted to suck my tits. 
As he lay on top of me I could feel his manhood grinding into me, he was a hard
as a rock and I was as wet as an ocean.

“Are you ready for me?”

            I nodded not sure what he was to do, and that excited me.  He began
to undo his pants and pulled out his cock.  I sat up so I could put his
enormous rod in my mouth.  First I grabbed it with my hands and slowly stroked
it, then I licked it up and down like a lollipop.  Finally I took it deep in my
mouth and began to work the shaft as I sucked hard.  I could see by his
expression this may not last long and before I was about to stop he pushed me
back, flipped me around on the chaise so my ass was in the air.  I waited with
anticipation for him to penetrate me.  I couldn’t see but I knew it was
coming.  He slid his rod into my wet pussy it was so warm it was hot and I was
sure he had no condom on.  I tried to protest to tell him I was not on the
pill, but every time I tried to speak he pulled my hair or smacked my ass with
force.  He was such a man, he was amazing. He fucked me harder and harder and
he may not have heard but I came at least 3 times.  I could feel his body tense
up as he continued to fuck faster and faster and then he shot his load deep
inside my pussy, made no attempt to pull out.   I was shocked, but what could I
do at that point.....What should I do. 

We both lay there exhausted, not speaking waiting to
catch our breath.  He came up to me and wrapped his arms around me tenderly. 
In the calmness of the moment we fell asleep with no regrets, until tomorrow.

            Quite honestly, I like it.  As I was stuck to the table he called a
butler in who brought me a housecoat.  It was the fluffiest housecoat I have
ever worn.  He then undid all of the rope, which was weird.

The
Right Step

“I
know it's not technically wrong, but it feels wrong.  Yet when he looks at me,
he seems to be peering into my soul.  I longed for his touch and to feel his
lips on mine."

Savana
knew him when they were younger, but when they both left home to avoid their
alcoholic parent, they went their separate ways. 

She
had survived, but just barely.  She was scratching out a living as a waitress
in a diner.  Her Stepbrother on the other hand was rich beyond her wildest
dreams. 

When
they had an unexpected meeting, sparks flew.  She didn't remember how hot he
was, and he didn't remember how much he always wanted her. 

What
once felt wrong now felt right and neither would ever be the same. 

This
book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or
actual events is entirely coincidental.   Any names, characters, places,
businesses and events are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

       
The words on the page blurred, making me
realize just how long I had been staring at it. I dropped it onto the pile with
the others and tipped my wine glass back. The sweet taste of the wine helped to
quell the bitterness I had felt.

I set the glass back down, running a hand through my
hair, careful not to touch the layers of makeup caked onto my face. I could
feel the fake lashes touching my cheeks every time I blinked.

I can’t do this, I
thought. How did my life come to this?

        Everything about what I was scheduled to do
that night, made my skin crawl and I was fighting the urge to shower. I tipped
the bottle over again to fill my glass with some liquid courage. I guess you
could say I learned the behavior from my stepmother, she was always a bit of a
drinker.

        After my father’s death the whiskey had turned
into her kryptonite. She no longer was the joyful, woman my father married.
Instead she was a hollow shell that collected disability every month and
couldn’t remember to pay her own bills, unless I called weekly to remind her.
My step brother and I moved out, knowing that the situation was not going to
improve.  We would now have to fend for ourselves.  We did not really keep in
contact with the exception of the odd call to talk about how to handle our
mother, she was not interested in helping her, and so the responsibility
somehow fell to me.

        My brother had done quite well for himself, starting out as a model and
now he had quite a lot of money, or so I was told. My stay at university was
challenging, as my money situation was dismal.  For the past two weeks, I had
been eating my step brothers left over dinners, for breakfast. Samantha and I
had moved in together during our first semester and had been friends ever
since. She knew me well enough not to directly offer any help, but had been
conveniently bringing home more food than she could eat herself. I loved her
dearly for the things she did.

        “Are you about ready, Savana?”
        I heard Samantha call out from her bedroom. Sighing, I slung back the
rest of the wine, wincing slightly, as I stood up. Samantha took one look at me
and rolled her eyes.
       
“Seriously? Can you at least
try
not to look like you’re going to a
funeral?”

        But in so many ways I felt like I was. Selling
a part of myself in hopes to make enough money to survive my last year of
school. My dad could barely cover his own bills with his extensive alcohol
purchases. I had no other family to turn to. I wondered if my dad would even
care, if he knew his little girl was going to be dancing on a stage for extra
income. There was a time when he would have been furious and would have driven
all night to stop me, but the alcohol dulled all of his emotions, not just the
pain he still felt. It is funny how life sometimes doesn’t work out like you
hoped.
        “I’m just asking you to try it for one night, if you don’t like it then
you can go back to counting your pennies at the diner and starving yourself.”

        Her back was turned but I made a face anyways. I loved working at the
diner. The elderly couple who owned it, gave me hope for a happy ending in my
future. Unfortunately, the nagging pile of bills left on the table, reminded me
that I didn’t have very many options. I took my purse from her and followed her
out of the apartment.

        Samantha had been working since freshman year, at a local night club,
Phantom. It catered to the upper class and was known to be frequented by
celebrities who came into town. The owner had been a crusty, sleaze-ball of an
old man, who cared more for pocketing as much money as possible, than making
sure his staff was safe.

        She had started out as a bartender, but for the past year had been
working as a Go-Go dancer on the weekends. There were several nights when she
came home in tears from inappropriate grabs from the patrons, and once a
serious issue with man who would send her love letters and would corner her
while leaving the stage for breaks.

        The old owner didn’t take the issue seriously until the man had shown
up in the dressing room one night. Even then, he was only banned from the club
because she had threatened to press charges. However, there were benefits.  In
two nights Samantha made more money that I did working every morning at the
diner for the past month. Despite the risks, Samantha knew she wouldn’t find
another job as lucrative as working at Phantom, while she finished her degree.

        The club had recently been bought out. Some high-roller from the big
city, I didn’t know who it was, nor did I care.  I was there to make money, if
I could even stomach getting through the night.

        Samantha wanted to know who it was, so she Googled him and could not
stop talking about how gorgeous he was.  She wanted me to come to her computer
to look, but again, I didn’t care. 

        Diana, who knew how much I needed the extra
money had brought my name up when a representative from this new company came
in to visit. She had spoken about the virtues of her friend and how she would
be a great addition to the roster.  It was agreed that she could come in for an
interview and it was left at that.

        The new ownership seemed very interested in
ensuring the safety of its patrons and staff. They had also doubled the security,
added cameras, and now each girl was escorted to the stage by security. Which
was one of the only reasons why Savana was even considering dancing at the
club.

        Samantha was always pushing me to my limits,
and never failed. I wasn’t nearly as confident in my ability to get up in front
of hundreds of strangers half-naked and dance all night, but for her sake, and
my own, I agreed to give it one night.

        I walked into the dimly lit bar, well ahead of the patrons.  All of the
lights were on.   A man walked over to us and began speaking,

        “Hi Samantha, I take it this is your friend?”

        “Hi Sam, yes, this is Savana. 

        Sam reached his hand out to shake mine.  I
looked at him, then reached out and shook his hand. 
       
        “Well, aren’t you gorgeous?”

        “Why thank you.”

        “So you want to dance for us?”

        “Well, I need the money, so ya.”

        “I can’t have you here unless your heart is in
it.”
        “Trust me, my heart is in it.”

        “OK, well, you are definitely hot enough, so
let’s give you a try.”
        Diana, took Savana back stage and began getting her prepared for the
evening.  Savana was not a thin woman, she was curvy with all the right curves
in all the right places. She dressed and outfitted her and gave her a few tips
on how to ‘do it.’  As the night drew closer Savana became more and more
nervous about her performing, and then in a flash it began.  People streamed
in, dancing, loud music drinking.

        “C’mon Savana, we are on!”

Samantha pulled me up onto one of the stages and then
left me to go dance on her stage. I let my hips move along with the music. I
glanced over towards Samantha across the bar. Her stage was surrounded by
onlookers, as she moved, in just the right ways to draw attention from everyone
around her. She was captivating and she knew it. I, on the other hand, was
failing miserably and feeling utterly out of place. I felt more like a circus
clown than a seductive dancer.

        My feet ached from the high heels, the
skin-tight black pants were too tight, and the red plastic top chaffed like
crazy. It took most of my concentration to keep from adjusting it.

        I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise
with the distinct feeling that someone was watching me.
Of course someone’s
watching you, you’re onstage half-naked.
I wasn’t able to shake the
feeling, so I began moving around the stage to change my view point of the
room.

        There. In a shadowed corner in the back, sat a man in a beautiful suit.
It was too dark to make out his features, but I knew he was the reason for the
goose bumps forming over my arms. My heart skipped a beat and I bit my lip.

        I could see the whites of his eyes and could
not be sure he was looking at me, but there was no doubt in my mind I had his
complete attention. His intense gaze fueled my dancing. I dropped down and
threw my head back, letting my hand find a path down my neck, over my breasts
and down the inside of my thigh. His head lowered as he stood, as he began
walking towards my stage.

        The crowd around me had grown considerably as
my inhibitions drained away, fueled by an intense need to please the anonymous
onlooker in the corner. From my position on my knees. I didn’t have the heat of
his stare and craved it again. I stood slowly, arching my back and receiving
several cat calls, from the audience. A hand from the crowd reached out and
grabbed at my behind. Jerking away, and noticeably disturbed, I stopped
dancing, looked at the stranger and frowned.  However, as they say, the show
must go on, I held up my parental finger and waved it from side to side.

        Moving along with the beat, I let my eyes scan
the crowd. I couldn’t explain why I felt such a strong need, to know that he
was still searching for me, but I knew as long as he was, the rest of the crowd
didn’t matter and I could dance for just him.

        My heart thundered in my chest when I caught
sight of him again. He was standing with one of the body guards by the bar. He
shook his head angrily and pointed in my direction.

“Ms. Reynolds?”
        I heard someone shout over the crowd. I looked down and saw the body
guard who was assigned to my stage leaning closer.
“I need you to come down, there’s someone who needs to talk to you.”

        I took his outstretched hand, hopping off the
stage. I had no idea what this was about, but all the fire I had felt on stage.
Had fled and shivered with fear. The tone the body guard had used and his
pitying expression did not bode well.  Was this to be my first and last dance
at this place?  Damn it! I needed the money!

        The bodyguard led me through the pumped up
crowd, to the back area.  As he took me off the stage the crowd let out a
collective aww! The bodyguard paid the crowd no attention.

“The new owner would like to have a word with you.”

“The new owner!?” I squeaked.

“Well, I like to refer to myself as Shawn, but yes,
The Mr. Marks works too.” The velvet voice came from behind me.

        Turning around I came face to face with this
gorgeous man. It was quite dark in there but his striking features overtook the
room, making him even more breathtaking in person. My eyes wandered downward,
trying to drink him all in. I avoided his gaze as best I could and I suddenly
felt like I was going to be sick.

        “You are the new dancer? This is supposed to
be your trial night, if I am correct?”

        “Yes sir.” I hunched my shoulders and looked
at the floor. I didn’t have a good feeling.

        “We need to talk about a few things. I don’t
know what kind of place this used to be, but it’s under new management.”

        I knew what was going to happen. In my hormone fueled dancing, I had
stepped over the line. Worse, I had done it specifically under the scrutiny of
Phantom’s new owner. Dread and embarrassment made my flight reflexes kick in. I
had to get out of there.   

        With that I turned on my heels and ran into
the dressing room.  I quickly got dressed and rushed out of there, called a cab
I could not afford, got home and went to bed.  The next morning I woke up, got
dressed and headed to the Diner where I still worked in the mornings.
        “Long night, Savana?” Betsy asked. Betsy was the owner of the diner.
Despite my four cups of coffee this morning, I was apparently not hiding my
exhaustion well.

        “Yeah, I just couldn’t sleep.”

        “Well dear, if you need to go home early just
let me know. You work so hard at school and have been such a blessing to us
here, but you need to take care of yourself sometimes.”

        I gave her a genuine smile. Betsy and her
husband, Earl, had two of the biggest hearts I knew of.

        “Oh, and Savana. If you’re up for it, we’re
having the boy we told you of, stop by for a visit sometime today. Earl and I
both know you’ll really hit it off. We’ve told him so much about you and he’s
excited to finally meet you.”

        Betsy had taken on the position as my personal
match maker. Over the years she had introduced me to several nephews, friend’s
sons, even the boy who delivered their newspapers. I couldn’t remember exactly
who she was talking about, some guy who had started working for them when he
was in high school and had kept in touch ever since. According to Betsy, he was
“quite the looker and had a very good job.”
 

        I really wanted to tell her I wasn’t up for
it, but her hopeful expression stopped the words in my mouth. I then thought of
my family life and wondered about my step brother.  I had not seen him since he
was 17, when we left.  I know we never really spoke, but I felt like now I
needed help more than ever.
        “Of course Bets, I’ll hang around for a little bit.”
        My mind went back to the previous night and I could feel heat rising to
my face. I couldn’t believe how much I had enjoyed myself last night, while I
had been dancing. I was it the wine, or was it the intoxicating feeling that
came from being the most desirable woman in the room. Even if I had made a
complete fool of myself.