Stuck On My Stepbrother (14 page)

His words echoed around the space while his eyes lingered on my nipples for a while longer. Then, still gripping my arms, he held my arms high above my head, and pushed them up against the pillar, restraining me. He held my wrists together with one hand, and with the other, began pulling up my t-shirt. ‘I want this gone,’ he said scornfully. ‘Take off your t-shirt.’

He pushed my wrists hard against the stone behind me, and then stepped back again, so he could take my body in as I undressed.

I knew he wanted me naked, that it was a prerequisite for getting tied up, but I’d been trying not to think too much about the moment I’d finally have to do it. No man had ever seen me
completely
naked - not even Jacob. He’d felt me up in the dark a couple of times, but I was nervous about anyone seeing my body. It didn’t look perfect, like women in magazines. My left breast was a little smaller than my right. Even though I was super skinny, I had stretch marks across my hips.
 

Even so, Adam was looking at me impatiently, and I had no choice but to obey him. I took the hem of my t-shirt, and pulled it up, over my breasts. I got my head caught in the fabric as I tried to pull it all the way off, and for a moment I was stuck, blindfolded, my face covered in white cotton, while my breasts hung in the air completely free of clothing, before Adam’s eyes. I was half-expecting him to reach out and grab them, or to comment on the way they looked, but if he was reacting, I couldn’t tell. Finally, I got the t-shirt over my head, and stood there, topless in front of him, cold and afraid.

‘Now take off your skirt,’ he ordered. ‘And your underwear.’ His voice had changed slightly – become deeper.
 

I took the elastic waistband of my skirt between my trembling fingers, and pulled it down over my knees. My white panties, a brand new pair I’d spent forever choosing on my lunch break the other day, were damp with the sponge water, and I could see my pubic hair beneath them. I took them off too, and left the clothes in a heap at my feet, unsure what to do with them.

I crossed my arms, then tried hiding my pubic hair, then both, but Adam grabbed my arms again, and held them behind the pillar. Something cold licked against my wrists, then I heard a lock snap shut: handcuffs. He’d handcuffed me to the column.
 

He stayed pressed up against my naked body, and inhaled deeply. ‘You smell good,’ he said. ‘Sandalwood. Frankincense. Ylang-ylang. Just as I wanted. Perhaps you aren’t
such
a naughty girl after all.’

‘I’m a good girl,’ I said, quietly, under my breath.

‘Did I ask you to speak?’ he replied quickly.

I shook my head.

‘Say “no sir”,’ he ordered.

‘No sir,’ I said, and swallowed.

‘That is correct. I did
not
ask you to speak, little stepsister.’ He began to walk around me, in a circle, taking me all in, my nipples, my stomach, my pussy. ‘I’m going to go and get the rope now. You,’ he grabbed me by the hair, and pulled my face just inches from his mouth, ‘don’t move a muscle.’

I watched Adam walk away, in thick-soled black boots, commanding the space, seemingly at home here as much as if it was his own apartment. I looked around the empty, echoing warehouse, my breath shallow and quick, wondering what on earth I was doing here. If I was safe. Whether my stepbrother had a screw loose.

I’ll admit: I thought, for a moment, about screaming. Maybe the limo driver was an innocent party, and he’d hear me outside. Perhaps he’d be out there having a cigarette, or on his cell, and he’d hear the screams and come running in. I even thought about trying to reach my bag with my foot, and somehow pressing 911 with my big toe, alerting the cops to my location.

But I’ll also admit that I was kind of intrigued. I’d signed the contract – sorry,
negotiation
– that Adam had emailed to me the other day. He’d been very clear about what to expect. I knew we were acting out a ‘scene’. That I could stop the whole thing if I wanted to, by just uttering one safeword. What was it again? Green for more, yellow for less, red to stop. Easy enough to remember, right?

I couldn’t believe Adam had seen me naked. The first man to see me without any clothes on. It was strange. Being naked in front of someone wasn’t so bad. It felt kind of freeing. I wasn’t sure what I’d feared might happen. Laughter. Disgust. Horror. Having Adam in charge, acting like this with me, dominating me, telling me what to do, telling me off for doing things wrong – that felt freeing too. I knew that I wanted more of it. As I waited there, cold and nervous, I begun to say a word in my head. That word was:
green.
 

Green, green, green…

After what felt like about half an hour, but in reality was probably only ten minutes, Adam returned with the box he’d shown me at his apartment. I felt a twinge of fear when I looked at it.

‘I’m going to tie you up,’ he said, placing the box on the floor, its echo sounding above me. ‘And then I’m going to take pictures of you.’

Photographs? Oh shit. He hadn’t mentioned that.
 

‘If you misbehave, little whore, then you’re going to get punished.’ He lifted up a wand of some kind, with what looked like twigs tied together into a thick rod. He smacked the floor with it, suddenly, and the crack it produced was so loud and violent that I winced. My hands strained automatically, trying to cover my ears, but my hands were restrained around my back, so the sound just reverberated against my ear drums painfully. This was all I needed as a warning. I didn’t want to get punished.

‘Let’s get you out of those cuffs, then,’ he said, pressing his body up against me again as he unlocked my cuffs. He took another deep breath of the scented oils on my skin, then said: ‘Get on the floor.’

I knelt on the floor, the freezing concrete rough and unpleasant against my skin, changing my knees and shins. But if Mr. Cooper saw me wincing, it didn’t deter him in any way.

He pulled the rope out of his box, which looked longer than the one he’d shown me at his apartment, or perhaps I had just been too drunk or too shocked to take it in properly the first time, and he stood in front of me, holding the rope to my face, rubbing its coarse surface up against my cheek. ‘You look pretty without your clothes on, Rose,’ he said softly. ‘With this rope around your limbs, you’re going to be stunning.’

I sat perfectly straight while he maneuvred behind me, and then I felt the flat of his palm on my throat. He held me firmly, not like he was choking me – in fact, it was more like he was protecting me, enveloping me in his arms. His other hand sought my stomach, lay flat against it, pressing hard but not hurting me. He remained still then, and I could feel the warm pulse under his skin, travelling into me. It made me shiver with a kind of heat. I felt like his essence was travelling into me.

Then he stopped, whipped one of his hands back, producing the rope, and pulling it tight across my chest. He looped it around my arms, then I felt him tugging it quickly at the back, swiftly tying a knot, my arms tied tightly at my sides. ‘I’ve wanted to do this to you since the first moment I saw you onstage,’ he growled in my ear. ‘Since I saw you standing there, trembling and crying - my sad, sorry little sister. I wanted to take your pretty little arms and tie them tight around your back.’ He tied another knot beneath my armpit, the shock of his fingers so near to my breast making me gasp, and then he pulled the rope across my torso again, this time right underneath my breasts.

‘Please!’ I gasped. I wasn’t sure what the
please
meant.
Please stop? Please carry on? Please fuck me?

Adam ignored me, yanking the rope tight, and then tying another knot at my back. This time he grabbed the rope under my breasts hard, and pulled. I felt it cut into my ribcage, flatten my arms, pushing them right into my sides. I closed my eyes, feeling the slight burn from the rope, the shock of his fingers as they moved gently over me one minute, then swiftly pulled the rope, jerking my body and making it hard to breathe the next. Sometimes, his hands stopped and rested on my skin for a moment, as they had done at the start, and I heard him breathing heavily behind me.

He pulled the rope down one side of my neck, letting the coarse fabric run across my throat, then yanked it diagonally across my chest between the breasts. He did the same on the other side. My nipples were standing on end.

Touch me
,
touch me
…
 

‘Stand up,’ he said gruffly. I climbed to my feet with difficulty, unable to support myself with my hands, which he’d pulled behind me, crossed over my back and tied in place.

When I stood up, he pulled the rope at my back harder still, and I felt it pull taut across my chest. The way the ropes were positioned, along the top and bottom of my breasts, and then criss-crossing over the middle, pushed the mounds of flesh up and out in a way I’d never seen them before. My breasts were being squeezed by the ropes, like two hands grasping and pushing them, making them stick out at sharp angles, nipples straining. It felt sexual, somehow, this intense pressure clawing at them, making them sore and aroused.

‘This way,’ Adam said, leading me across the warehouse floor, pulling on the rope to guide me, as if I was nothing more than his pet dog. I don’t think he’d even looked me in the eye since I got here. He was entirely wrapped up in his own activity, letting his gaze lock on to various parts of my body now and then, before losing interest in me and going back to his ropes once more. It felt like an odd sort of relief, not to have to worry about impressing anyone. To just be completely at their mercy. To let them take control of everything. I followed him silently, obediently, awaiting my fate.

Adam stopped dead in the center of the room, and looked upwards. He reached above his head and pulled on a silver ring hanging from a beam between two pillars that I hadn’t noticed before. I wanted to ask him what it was, but it felt inappropriate to speak, so I just watched, and waited.

‘Stay still,’ he said, ‘or you’ll be punished.’

I stood as still as I possibly could, aware of every twitch of my muscles, feeling an itch spread across the delicate skin behind my left knee, as if trying to taunt me to move. I couldn’t scratch the itch anyway, since my hands were bound behind my back.

I felt Adam pull the rope behind my back, and then looked above me to see him looping it over the silver ring. ‘I’m going to make you fly now,’ he said. ‘You’ll like that, won’t you, little one? You’ll like to fly?’

I felt the rope tugging on my back, dreading what was about to happen.

‘Answer me,’ he said gruffly, suddenly looking me in the eye.
 

‘Sorry, sir,’ I said quickly. ‘Yes, I will like it, sir.’

He yanked the rope hard and I felt myself being hoisted up in the air, onto my tiptoes. The pressure of gravity weighing me down caused my flesh to push hard against the ropes that were fighting to keep me up. My breasts felt like they were being grasped harder than ever, pouting down towards the floor, rubbed red by the ropes. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to take the pain. Should I say ‘yellow’? Would he be angry with me if I said it so soon?

I felt the rope above me slacken and my heels touched the ground again. Adam stood behind me, pulling the rope across my waist, his hands resting on my stomach, then travelling down to the soft space of skin of my womb. I felt like my skin was burning wherever he touched me. I had been shivering before, but I was boiling now, full of heat and electricity.

Swiftly, he took the rope between my legs, and created a harness at my pelvis, tying knots at the top of my thighs, and at the back, either side of my butt. His hands resting on my butt cheeks for a moment, and I felt a twinge of excitement between my legs, willing him to move his hands an inch further down, towards my soft center…

Then he came round in front of me and knelt before me, his face just inches from my pussy - could he smell me? Did I still smell of eastern oils? Of frankincense and ylang-ylang? Or did I smell of sweat? Or fear? Or sex?

He tied the rope around my left ankle, and then stood up slowly and deliberately, his face almost touching my body as he rose up before me. ‘You’ll do everything I say,’ he said, when he’d reached his full height, looking down at me. He hoisted me back up an inch, and then lifted up my left leg, bending it at he knee, so it bent back behind me, my ankle lifted up to my butt. My right foot was on its tiptoe, just about reaching the floor. I was shaking and unsteady, the ropes pulling at the flesh all over me, binding me tight, like I was caught in a web. It pulled at my flesh so much, cutting into me and causing my flesh to bulge out in ways I’d never seen it before. I could see why it was best not to be too bony for this. The rope would surely push right against the bone. My extra padding gave me some cushioning.

‘Lift your right leg off the floor,’ Adam said. ‘Bend it behind you.’

I was scared that once I did that I’d lose control completely. I’d be completely restrained. He’d tie my right leg behind me just like the left one, and I’d be surrendering myself to this man entirely. Could I do it?

My unsteady ankle was causing my foot to shake on the floor.

Surrender, Rose… You said you would…

I closed my eyes, felt the rope around my body, took a few long, deep breaths, then bent my knee and lifted my leg up off the ground. I screwed up my eyes, half-expecting my face to smash down against the floor, but– nothing. I hung suspended, safe, while Adam tied a few quick knots around my ankle, attaching it to my butt behind me.
 

My legs were bent behind me and splayed apart, revealing my soft pink pussy. I wondered if he could see it. Whether he could tell, just by looking at me, that I was a virgin. Whether he could tell I was aroused. I wondered whether he was aroused.

‘Breathe,’ he said. ‘You haven’t breathed yet.’

I inhaled sharply, then exhaled. I was shaking. The ropes pulled against my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my legs… I breathed again. I imagined, rather than being in some sort of web, now, that I was enveloped in a cradle. That each rope was a reassuring hand, holding me up, encircling me, protecting me. I felt my breaths become deeper and slower. I began to feel safe. Sleepy, even. I heard Adam’s footsteps moving around me, circling me, taking me all in. I hoped he was happy. I felt like I wanted nothing more than to make him happy.