My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

1 sat down, and forced her to move with me. I pulled her onto my lap, making her straddle my legs. She was still facing the wall of monitors, her back pressed hard against my chest, her bare breasts glowing in the light of the screens.

I looked at the monitors. The views were everywhere.

“You look so small,” I rasped, “Look at the screen, Gianna. You look like a doll compared to me.”

I reached into the top drawer of my desk and pulled out a long, black zip tie. I wrapped it around her wrists, pulling it tight until her hands were locked behind her back.

“There,” I whispered, “Now I have both of my hands back.”

I reached down, my hands sliding over the smooth fabric of her pencil skirt. I bunched the material up, sliding it higher and higher until it was gathered around her waist.

On the monitors, the image changed. Now, I could see the matching white lace of her underwear. I looked at another close-up screen on the right, it showed my tanned hands gripping on her pale thighs, just inches away from the lace.

The faint, faded marks on her inner thighs were healing, and there weren’t any fresh ones to take their place. Seeing her skin clear only made my mind go to darker places, wondering if she had found a new, hidden spot on her body to leave a mark.

I had gone still for a few moments, lost in my thoughts, and she jerked against me, her body seeking the contact I’d momentarily cut off. I let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated through my chest.

“Look at the screens and tell me who’s in charge now,” I asked.

My hands drifted upward, palms sliding slowly over the curve of her stomach before settling on her breasts. I gave them a squeeze, watching her nipples harden instantly in response. The white fabric of her shirt hung open at her sides, framing the way her lace bra and the bunched-up fabric of her skirt clung to her waist.

I guided her wrists, pressing her palms flat against the heat of me until she finally wrapped her fingers around my cock as best she could. Even with her hands trapped, her grip was firm.

I leaned back, my head hitting the headrest of the chair, and watched the monitors. The view was perfect. I could see my own cock disappearing into her bound hands. I could see the way her knuckles went white, the way her arms strained against the zip tie.

She began to move her hands up and down, a rhythmic, desperate motion that felt like heaven. She was stroking me with her eyes glued to the screens, watching herself, watching me, and watching the way her body was trapped in my grip.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my hands moving to her hips to guide the pace. “Look at yourself. Look at how you’re taking me.”

I slid my hand lower, my palm grazing the sensitive crease of her hip where her thigh met her body, making her jerk against me. I reached between her legs, my thumb finding the heat of her clit through the thin, white lace of her underwear and rubbing it with focus. I gave her a sharp slap right against the lace before cupping her fully, rubbing my palm against her pussy so hard and so fast that her eyes rolled back in her head.

Each time she pulled her hands upward, I thrust my hips back against her palms, my other hand gripping the heat between her legs even tighter. She was moaning my name, a broken, breathless sound that seemed to shatter against the soundproof walls.