SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance by Emma Hunter Page B

we’re together right after
you turned eighteen.”

 
    “Wimp.”

 
    With
raised eyebrows, he put his fingers on one of her nipple clamps. “Wimp, am I?”

 
    “Uhm…”
she let her voice trail off, warily eyeing his hand. She didn’t know what was
about to happen but had a feeling it was going to be big given the evil look on
his face.

 
    He
plucked the clamp off her nipple. Her eyes went wide as the blood went rushing
back to its rightful place.

 
    “Ow,
ow, ow, ow, ow!” she squealed.

 
    She
tried grabbing her breast to massage away the pain but Brad quickly leaned
forward and pinned her arms to the bed. She writhed underneath him while he
watched with a grin.

 
    When
she was finally still again, panting hard, he held up two fingers. “One down,”
he said, folding down a finger, “one to go.”

 
    “No!
I’ll just keep it on. It doesn’t have to come off. It’s fine right where it
is,” she begged, shaking her head no.

 
    “Sorry,
honey girl, you can get hurt if it stays on too long. It has to come off.”

 
    With
that, he quickly removed the clamp and watched her come undone again. This time
he didn’t keep her pinned and enjoyed the show when she grabbed her breast and
tried rubbing the ache away.

 
    “I
don’t like the clamps,” Jillian muttered, pouting like a two year old.

 
    “Oh
yeah?” he replied, reaching behind him and slipping the tips of his fingers
into her pussy. She was soaked. He showed her his hand, watching her go wide
eyed.

 
    “Hmm.
Are you sure you don’t like those clamps?”

 
    She
let out a puff of air and rolled her eyes. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

 
    Laughing,
he brought his fingers to her mouth for her to clean. She was as diligent with
her own juices as she was the ice cream.

 
    “Good
girl,” he said, giving her a wink.

 
    “What
are you going to do to me now?”

 
    He
reached over and grabbed the ice cream. Taking a spoonful, he dabbed a dollop
onto each of her nipples. Then he gave her a bite. Her back arched a little as
she pressed her breast against his nibbling teeth.

 
    “Only
three left,” he said before dipping his head down and slowly licking the ice
cream from her chest. Soon, he had her writhing on the mattress as he flicked
his tongue against her nipples over and over again. When he was finished, he
did it again, giving himself two spoons full, one on each breast, and then one
for her.

 
    “Fuck,
I think I’m gonna come,” she moaned when he was tracing his tongue around her
nipple.

 
    He
bit down hard enough to make her squeal, “ouch!”

 
    Laughing,
he gave her scoop number four and then his two. Beneath his legs he could feel
how tense she was all through her core. Under her beautiful curves were muscles
well-toned and strong. His hands spanned her stomach and he could feel her abs
ripple beneath his palms.

 
    “You’re
so tense I like that.” He said with a smile. His hand traced along her
fluttering muscles.

 
    She
was beyond being able to answer. When he went to feed her the fifth spoonful,
she almost wanted to refuse it, knowing he was going to torture her nipples
with his tongue again. She had never been so worked up in all her life. But,
like a good girl, she ate the ice cream. And as soon as she did, down he went
to lick, tickle, and tongue her tits until he drove her completely wild.

 
    At
one point she was moving so much she nearly unseated him. He rose up enough to
reach under her and pull her over to one side and then deliver a series of
sharp slaps to her ass. She let out a girlish yelp each time his hand came
crashing against her cheek.

 
    “You
keep still these are my tits even if they are on your body. If I want to sit
here and lick them for hours, I will. No more moving out of you.”

 
    Submitted
by his harsh tone, when he let her lay flat again, Jillian worked hard to stay
still. By having to stay frozen, she could feel him in her pussy as he