Page 23 of Stepbrothers

“No, not sadistic, just determined to be obeyed.”

“Obeyed! Ouch!” Spanks were raining down on her poor behind. Faster than before. She could barely catch her breath. She kicked and writhed, her hair stuck to her brow and cheeks.

And then he stopped with one hand pressed squarely over her ass.

“Please, no more,” she managed.

“No more?”

“No…it hurts. That’s enough.”

“Enough for you to do what we tell you to?”

Clarice paused. She had no intention of being under their instruction. But that wasn’t her immediate problem. Right now, she had to get off Parker’s lap so he couldn’t redden her ass further. “Yes, of course,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster. “Of course I will.”

“Good girl.” Suddenly she was lifted upright, so she was practically sitting on his lap.

Her head swam, little black dots floated in her vision, and she clutched his shoulders to stop herself listing backward.

“I’ve got you,” he said with a frown. “I’ve got you.”

“Get off.” She pushed to standing, hoping she wouldn’t faint. Her dress fell over her hips and legs, the hem hitting the floor. “Never in all my life have I been so humiliated.”

He stood and held her by the elbows.

She was glad of the support. The room was spinning.

“Then I have achieved our objective,” he said.

“To humiliate me?”

“Yes. No one likes to be humiliated, so I’m sure you will avoid it in the future. And you can do that by doing what is expected of you.”

The spinning feeling was thankfully retreating. “What is expected of me? Huh. I’ll tell you whatIwas expecting, and that was a fuck with Wayne. He was up for it. So was I. Believe it or not, I’m quite capable of having sex without a relationship. Fucking for fucking’s sake.”

His eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.

“Right now, instead of this…” She flicked her hand at him, removing his hold from her elbows. “I could be riding Wayne’s cock like a goddamn cowgirl, having the time of my life. Yet instead, I’m here with you, my ass sore, and wondering if I can salvage the situation with Wayne after you were so rude to him.”

“You want a fuck?” His voice was dark and dangerous, and he’d spoken quietly, in stark contrast to the volume of hers. “Is that what you want, Clarice?”

“Yes. It’s Saturday. I always fuck on a Saturday.” She stared up at him with her heart clattering against her ribs. Now she knew her pussy was wet and her thong soaking, she could feel its dampness.

“You always fuck on a Saturday,” he repeated.

“Yes.” She glared at him. She was mad but she was also turned on. Alive. Her blood running hot and wild. It was as if the spanking had flicked a switch in her pussy. “I do.”

“So I’ll fuck you.”

“What?” Had she heard him right?

“I’llfuck you.” His voice was practically a growl. “Then you won’t have gone without and I won’t have to think of Wayne, or worse, some stranger, with his cock in my sister’s pussy.”

“Oh, jeez, I…oh—” Her words were cut off.

He’d thrown her onto the bed.

She bounced, and a chocolate from the pillow went flying. Her sore butt complained when it scraped onto the covers. “Parker, you’re crazy, you can’t…we can’t…”

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