Chapter 2

My heart hammered against my ribs. I should run. I should apologize and flee to my room and never speak of this again. But my feet moved forward of their own accord, carrying me across the threshold into his domain.

He stood, his impressive height making me feel small and vulnerable. His cock still jutted proudly from his jeans, and my mouth went dry at the sight of it up close. Thick and veiny, with a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"How long have you been standing there, puppy?" The nickname sent a shiver through me.

"I—I just got home," I stammered, but we both knew I was lying.

His hand shot out and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Don't lie to me. I can smell how wet you are from here." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, and I couldn't help but part my lips slightly. "Were you touching yourself while watching me?"

I nodded, unable to form words.

"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise made my pussy clench. "Now get on your knees."

My legs gave out, and I sank down in front of him, my face level with his cock. This was happening. This was really happening.

"Wait," he said, and I looked up at him with confusion. He reached down and pulled my hand from my jeans, bringing my fingers to his lips. My arousal glistened on them, and he sucked each digit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them as he tasted me. "Mmm. Sweet little puppy."

I whimpered, my thighs pressing together desperately.

"What's your safeword?" he asked.

"What?"

"If you want me to stop, what word will you use?" His gray eyes bore into mine, deadly serious despite his still-hard cock bobbing between us.

"Red," I whispered.

"Good. Now, I think someone needs to be punished for being such a naughty little voyeur." He sat back down in his chair and patted his thigh. "Over my lap. Now."

I scrambled to obey, draping myself across his muscular thighs. My ass was positioned perfectly for his attention, and I felt his hand smooth over the denim covering it.

"Count them, puppy," he ordered, and then his palm cracked down hard.

"One!" I gasped, the sting mixing with pleasure.

Again. "Two!"

By the fifth spank, I was grinding shamelessly against his thigh, desperate for friction. By the tenth, tears were streaming down my face, but I didn't want him to stop. Each impact sent jolts of electricity straight to my clit, and I could feel my arousal soaking through my panties.

"Such a good little puppy," he praised, his hand now rubbing gentle circles over my heated flesh. "You took that so well."

Then his fingers were yanking down my jeans and panties in one swift motion, exposing my bare ass and dripping pussy to the cool air. I heard him inhale sharply.

"Fuck, look at you. Already soaked and ready for me." One thick finger traced through my folds, and I nearly came right then. "Is this what you wanted? To be my dirty little secret?"

"Yes," I moaned, too far gone to care about the consequences. "Please, Brandon, I need—"

"You need what, puppy?" He circled my clit with torturous slowness.

"I need to come. Please let me come."

He chuckled darkly. "Since you asked so nicely."

Two fingers plunged inside me, stretching me deliciously, and his thumb found my clit. He fucked me with his hand, setting a brutal pace that had me writhing and moaning on his lap. The wet sounds of my pussy filled the study, obscene and perfect.

"That's it, puppy. Ride my fingers. Show me how desperate you are." His other hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as he worked me toward the edge.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending. I screamed his name, my pussy clamping down hard on his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. It was more intense than anything I'd ever felt, and I couldn't stop shaking.

When I finally came down, gasping and trembling, Brandon gently withdrew his fingers and lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. He carried me out of the study and down the hall to my bedroom, laying me carefully on the bed.

"Sleep now, puppy," he murmured, brushing hair from my face. "We'll talk about this later."

But as he turned to leave, I caught his wrist. "Brandon?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

His expression softened, just for a moment, before the dominant mask slipped back into place. "You're welcome. Now rest."

The door clicked shut behind him, and I lay there in the darkness, my body still humming with residual pleasure. Everything had changed in the span of an hour. Jake seemed like a distant memory now, insignificant compared to what had just happened.

I knew I should feel guilty. I knew this was forbidden, dangerous, wrong in every possible way. But all I could think about was when I could feel Brandon's hands on me again, when I could taste him, when he would finally claim me completely.

My stepfather had awakened something dark and hungry inside me, and I knew there was no going back now. I was his puppy, and I would do anything to feel this way again.