Page 14 of My Irish Stepbrother

“Can you smell it now?” he asks me and I close my eyes and take in the sweet scent.

There is a concrete bench in the center of the garden and Dex sits on it pulling me onto his lap.

“This is beautiful,” I tell him as the light of the full moon cascades down on the sleeping rose buds.

“You’re beautiful,” he replies, slipping his hand back up my dress.

“We shouldn’t” I protest.

“But we’re going to anyway,” he replies.

I stand up and wait for him to open his pants while I slip off my panties. When he’s ready I straddle him and feel his cock slide inside me. He places one hand on my shoulder and presses down firmly to keep me from moving then grabs my hip with the other hand and glides my body back and forth on his lap. His thick shaft rubs against my clit as he fucks me and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He sees my dilemma and slides his tongue deep into my mouth to prevent me from biting a hole in my lip.

We fix our clothes and hold hands as we slip back into the front yard and rush to the car. We’re both giddy and spend a moment laughing together before driving away. I hold his hand all the way back to the pub and wonder how after a life of hardships I managed to find the man of my dreams. There is no doubt in my mind that this is what love is supposed to feel like.

13

Spending the Day Inside

Dex

The festival ends just in time for the sky to open up, and a deluge of wind and rain pummels the city outside. The pub is closed and Daniela and I spend the morning in bed recovering from our evening with the parents. She hoped that we could walk the nature trails today but the forecast calls for rain well into tomorrow so I tell her to stay in bed while I restock the bar for the coming week.

I look at the liquor shelves and shake my head. We’re low on everything and I need to see what we have in the stockroom before I place an order. I add bottles to the shelves taking note of what’s lacking until the only thing left to do is restock the wine. When I cut the leather straps off the first wine crate I get an idea.

I go upstairs and shake Daniela out of her slumber. She smiles at me and asks, “Finished already?”

“It just occurred to me that I never punished you for that scene you caused in the pub yesterday,” I tell her, “I’m going to need you to come downstairs now.”

“But I’m not dressed,” she argues.

“The door is locked, and the shades are drawn. It’s just you and me. Come downstairs, now,” I tell her.

“Like this?” she asks, tossing off the blanket and showing me her naked frame.

“Exactly like that,” I reply and step out into the living.

She gets up and follows me to the door, still unsure if it’s some kind of a joke. She’s moving slowly and I shake my head and say, “Maybe I need to help you.” I pick her up, toss her over my shoulder and carry her naked body down the stairs. I carry her to the billiards table and set her down on the red felt top. She peers around at the windows making sure that they’re all covered then relaxes a bit.

I lay the leather straps on the table beside her and tell her to lie on her stomach. She eyes the strap and I see my mischievous little vixen come to life. I climb onto the old oak table and tie her hands behind her back then climb back down. I walk to the wall and eye the riding crops that are on display there. I chose the smallest one and take it down smacking my hand with it as I walk back to her. Then, I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and tie it over her mouth. Goosebumps cover her ivory skin as she lays there anticipating the game to come.

“You’re full of mischief like the Unseelie Fae. Maybe you’re not a clover. Maybe you’re a fairy,” I say as I run the crop down her back and along the crack of her ass. I lift the crop and slap her gently on her left cheek. She jumps a bit and I pat her ass and tell her to settle down. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson,” I say and smack her with the crop again. She whimpers through her gag and I rub the red spot and hush her before striking another blow then I flip her over and run the end of the crop across her tits. I smack her nipples and she moans and wiggles but I can see the desire in her eyes so I run the crop down her belly, across her mound, and slap her on the thigh.

She watches as I undress and climb on top of her. I kneel on her chest and slap her face with my hard cock then pull down her gag and rub it against her lips. I lift her head and slip my cock in her mouth. She looks up at me as I fuck her face in long, hard strokes.

When I’m fully erect I pull out of her mouth and gag her again. I use the second strap to tie her feet together then throw her legs over my shoulders. I lift her ass and pull her up off the table sinking my cock deep in her pussy. I fuck her without mercy giving her my full length in every thrust.

“My bad girl feels so good,” I tell her as her tight pussy swallows my cock. “You like it hard like this?” I ask and she nods her head. “I knew my little girl could handle the rough stuff,” I tell her and she moans through her gag again. She’s bound tight and incapable of moving. The idea that I have full control of her body only intensifies my desire and I fuck her with complete abandon stopping only after I fill her with my juices and my cock goes limp inside her.

I release her from her tethers and remove her gag. She lies panting on the table and I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek. “Did you like that anywhere near as much as I did?” I ask.

“That was amazing,” she moans.

I help her off the table and she rushes behind the bar and puts an apron over her head. She ties the strings in the back and spins around showing me her tight, round ass, and asks, “How do I look?”

“Good enough to eat, princess, but that will have to wait for later. Right now, I have to finish restocking the bar.” She sits bare-assed on a leather stool and watches me restock the wine then we head back upstairs to spend the afternoon in bed.

We sleep for about an hour then she wakes me with a kiss. I squeeze her and ask her if she’s hungry. She grins and says, “Not yet, but I hope you are. You made a promise to me and I want you to pay up.” I lift her off my chest and climb on top of her and ask, “What promise? You mean you want me to eat you?” She nods. “What do you say?” I ask her.

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