Stepbrother Biker (MC BDSM Dark Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Elena Ash
be back shortly,” he said, placing a kiss on the crown of her head before exiting the house and riding off on his bike. Kara sat staring at the hot food, which smelled divine, picking at it and wondering if he put something in it. Finally she mustered up enough courage to take a bite and it tastes as good as it smells. As hungry as she was, she finishes it all in a mere minutes.
An odd feeling came over her as she cleans off her dish. She remembered what he said last night, pleasure and pain. Something is coming, she realizes, and it rattles her to the core. He is going to do some to make up for all his kindness, and Kara isn't sure if she was ready for that.
She considered leaving, but she had no where to go. She thinks about calling her mom and begging her to come back early, but what would she say to her ? Hey, mom, m y step brother and I have been having sex all over the house while you and dad were gone and now I think he's going to hurt me! Also, I may or may not have rape fantasies. Please come home and save me!
No, that's ridiculous and she knows it. Whatever Cole has in store for her next she would just have to endure. She feels a lump build in her throat just thinking about it.
*
Kara is in her room when she hears the front door open and close again. Every muscle in her body contracts with each step he takes. As much as her brain tells her body to move, she just can't. Instead she stands and listens to him as he moves about the house.
Much to her surprise he doesn't come looking for her at first. Instead he does...something. She's not entirely sure but she can hear clicking and the rustling of what sounds like paper tearing. It peaks her curiosity but she doesn't have the guts to peep out into the hall and check. As if hiding from him will somehow make him forget she exists.
After about ten minutes of this she looks up to find him in her doorway. Her eyes trail up his body – he's still wearing his boots and that leather motorcycle jacket, with plain black jeans and another thin V-neck tee, which shows just a hint of his muscled chest. He looks sexy even in plain old day clothes, she thought.
And that sadistic gleam is already back in his eyes.
He taps his fingers against the baseboard of the door, licking his lips as he watches her sit on her bed. “I'm ready for you,” he says.
Her breath hitches. But am I ready for him?
She knows she has little to no choice in the matter. Besides, part of her—a deep, dark, buried part of her—secretly wants to know what he has in store for her next. Whatever it is, she already knows it won't exactly be pleasant.
She gets up and makes her way across her room. “Ladies first,” he says with a sly smile, turning sideways just enough for her to slip past him. She feels the heat from his body as she grazes him on her way by. It urges her to touch him but she refrains.
They head down the hall, turning the corner towards the living room and he follows closely behind her. But before they get there she stops, noticing a bar across the high arching door frame.
“ What's that?” she asks, turning towards him.
“ You'll see,” he says, urging her forward with a hand on her back.
Her eyes flit back up to the bar, which she recognizes as a pull up bar. He wants me to...work out?
He comes back to her side, but this time with the rope from before in his hands. Shit.
“ Wrists,” is all he has to say, and she holds hers out for him. He smiles at her obedience, tieing her together again, just tight enough to keep them in place.
“ What are you doing?” she asks.
“ Just be patience,” he tells her. He takes the other end of the rope and throws it up over the bar, catching it again as it falls
Oh, she thinks, now I get it.
He pulls on the cord, hoisting it up and forcing her arms up over her head. “Owe,” she says as the rope digs into her skin.
“ I guess that means it's working,” he replies.
“ It's too tight.”
“ It's not, trust me,
An odd feeling came over her as she cleans off her dish. She remembered what he said last night, pleasure and pain. Something is coming, she realizes, and it rattles her to the core. He is going to do some to make up for all his kindness, and Kara isn't sure if she was ready for that.
She considered leaving, but she had no where to go. She thinks about calling her mom and begging her to come back early, but what would she say to her ? Hey, mom, m y step brother and I have been having sex all over the house while you and dad were gone and now I think he's going to hurt me! Also, I may or may not have rape fantasies. Please come home and save me!
No, that's ridiculous and she knows it. Whatever Cole has in store for her next she would just have to endure. She feels a lump build in her throat just thinking about it.
*
Kara is in her room when she hears the front door open and close again. Every muscle in her body contracts with each step he takes. As much as her brain tells her body to move, she just can't. Instead she stands and listens to him as he moves about the house.
Much to her surprise he doesn't come looking for her at first. Instead he does...something. She's not entirely sure but she can hear clicking and the rustling of what sounds like paper tearing. It peaks her curiosity but she doesn't have the guts to peep out into the hall and check. As if hiding from him will somehow make him forget she exists.
After about ten minutes of this she looks up to find him in her doorway. Her eyes trail up his body – he's still wearing his boots and that leather motorcycle jacket, with plain black jeans and another thin V-neck tee, which shows just a hint of his muscled chest. He looks sexy even in plain old day clothes, she thought.
And that sadistic gleam is already back in his eyes.
He taps his fingers against the baseboard of the door, licking his lips as he watches her sit on her bed. “I'm ready for you,” he says.
Her breath hitches. But am I ready for him?
She knows she has little to no choice in the matter. Besides, part of her—a deep, dark, buried part of her—secretly wants to know what he has in store for her next. Whatever it is, she already knows it won't exactly be pleasant.
She gets up and makes her way across her room. “Ladies first,” he says with a sly smile, turning sideways just enough for her to slip past him. She feels the heat from his body as she grazes him on her way by. It urges her to touch him but she refrains.
They head down the hall, turning the corner towards the living room and he follows closely behind her. But before they get there she stops, noticing a bar across the high arching door frame.
“ What's that?” she asks, turning towards him.
“ You'll see,” he says, urging her forward with a hand on her back.
Her eyes flit back up to the bar, which she recognizes as a pull up bar. He wants me to...work out?
He comes back to her side, but this time with the rope from before in his hands. Shit.
“ Wrists,” is all he has to say, and she holds hers out for him. He smiles at her obedience, tieing her together again, just tight enough to keep them in place.
“ What are you doing?” she asks.
“ Just be patience,” he tells her. He takes the other end of the rope and throws it up over the bar, catching it again as it falls
Oh, she thinks, now I get it.
He pulls on the cord, hoisting it up and forcing her arms up over her head. “Owe,” she says as the rope digs into her skin.
“ I guess that means it's working,” he replies.
“ It's too tight.”
“ It's not, trust me,
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