Sean
stared blankly at Devon, confused. He had assumed that Devon would
be visiting them from time to time, as he was Annie's older brother,
but he hadn't counted on seeing him again so soon after leaving The
Manor. Yet, here he was, dripping wet and grinning like a mad man,
obviously pleased to have surprised Sean.
Devon
didn't much care for Sean. It had been bad enough when he had
discovered that not only was his baby sister a member of The Society,
but the well known Lady Fiona to boot. Finding out that her partner
was the former slave already making a name for himself by completing
the retraining program in record time was more than he could get his
head around. Devon had always been good at reading people and
relationships, so it hadn't taken him long to figure out that Sean
and Annie were more than partners, and the thought of Sean doing the
things to her that a Dominant would to their submissive made his skin
crawl. He didn't trust this guy one bit.
“Exactly
what d'ya mean by that?” Sean asked in response to Devon's cheery
statement.
“Just
that. I'm home.” Devon replied, closing his umbrella and pushing
past the Irishman.
“Last
I checked, this was Annie's home. And mine. Not yers.” Sean
reluctantly shut the door, turning to glare at Devon. As far as Sean
was concerned, he was an intruder til Annie said otherwise.
“Aww,
didn't she tell you? Annie invited me to live here, when I'm not
traveling.” Devon spoke without considering the fact that his
words could get his sister in trouble. She wasn't expecting him for
another couple of weeks.
“Nae,
she di'na tell me that.” Sean crossed his arms and leaned against
the door. What a day this was turning out to be. “And I'd
appreciate ya not speakin' ta me in such a manner.”
“What
manner is that?” Devon feigned ignorance, turning from Sean as he
spoke and heading down the hallway towards the kitchen.
“Ya
know damn well what manner!” Sean hurried after him. He might
have been the elder brother of his Annie, but he wasn't too keen on
the idea of him poking around in their home unsupervised.
“I
assure you, I haven't the foggiest.” Devon had found the coffee
and filters and was making a fresh pot to warm up with. “And
really, is that any way to talk to a guest?”
He
kept his voice even and aloof, knowing full well the effect it was
having. He moved about the kitchen like he owned the place, smiling
to himself when he realized that Annie still arranged everything the
way it had been in their parent's kitchen growing up.
“As
far as I'm concerned, lad, yer nae guest here. Annie would've told
me if ya were comin'. From what I can tell, ya showed up just ta
provoke me.”
“Now
why on earth would I do something like that?” Devon turned and
gave Sean an innocent look. He'd had quite enough.
“Maybe
because ya enjoy it, ya pompous ass! I dinna care if yer Annie's
kin, ya will'na speak ta me that way!”
Devon's
eyes went dark.
“I'll
speak to you however I please. Program or no, you're still a slave
so far as I'm concerned.”
Sean's
blood was boiling. He'd always prided himself on his ability to keep
his temper under control, but Devon was pushing all the right
buttons.
“Funny,
I've never see ya talk to a slave this way either.”
“And
I've never seen one so full of himself.”
“Alright,
that's it!” Sean yelled, his temper finally boiling over. “Ya
have an issue with me, ya make that quite obvious, but I'll nae have
ya comin' in here, into the home I share with Annie, actin' like ya
own tha place and talkin' to me this way!”
Upstairs,
I came out of the bathroom and heard the yelling coming from the
kitchen. I dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to see what on
earth was going on, wondering why Sean would be arguing with a
delivery person, in the kitchen of all places. Of course, I had
totally missed the part in the front hall. I was halfway down the
steps when I heard Devon's voice.
“I'll
talk to you any way I want, you ill mannered buffoon!” He shouted.
Typical Devon.
'Oh
shit.' I thought, taking the last few steps as fast as I could and
making my way quietly down the hall. 'He's not supposed to be here
yet. Shit, shit, shit!'
I
reached the doorway just as Sean was moving towards Devon, his fists
clenched.
“What
di'ya jest call me?” He growled. He was simply looking for an
excuse to deck Devon.
“Oh,
you heard me just fine.” Devon replied with a smirk.
How
many times had he used these same tactics to provoke me as a child?
Too many to count.
“Or
were you trained at the program not to listen?” He added, knowing
exactly the effect his words would have on Sean. Of course, neither
of them had seen me yet, and thus Devon had no idea that he had riled
more than one temper.
“Devon
Alexander Wallace!” My voice was raised and tense, just an octave
or two below yelling. “What the fuck?!”
***
I was sprawled out on the bed
when he came back out. He was wearing just a pair of black pajama
pants, one lock of his golden red hair falling into his face, giving
him an almost boyish look. He grinned at me.
“Might I ask what yer starin'
at, darlin'?” He asked, purposely thickening his accent. I felt
myself start to get wet.
“You.” I replied, knowing
full well that he would correct me.
“You, what?”
“You, Master.” A tingle
coursed through my body.
“Good girl.”
Another tingle, and my wetness
increased.
“If I di'na know better, I'd
say ye were tryin' ta get me to correct ya, little girl. After all,
ya do know what yer supposed ta call me.”
I giggled.
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
He moved towards me slowly, his
sparkling green eyes going dark with desire.
“Would I be wrong in thinkin'
that ya just like me makin' ya say it?”
I shook my head.
“I could'na hear ya, lass.”
“No, Sir, you wouldn't be.”
A slow, wicked smile crossed his
face. He was only a couple of feet from me now.
“Stand up.” He said,
pointing to the ground just in front of him. I obeyed without
hesitation.
“That's ma girl. Now, turn
around.”
I did, and he came up behind me,
slipping one arm around my waist to pull me close. I shivered. With
his free hand he cupped my right breast, squeezing it hard.
“Who da these belong tew,
girl?” He growled in my ear.
“You, Master.” My voice was
shaking and my knees felt like they were slowly turning to gelatin.
Not moving the hand on my
breast, he slid the other down and as he reached my bikini line I
instinctively moved my legs apart. Taking care not to part my lips,
he cupped his hand between my legs and said,
“And who does this belong
tew?”
“You, Master.” Speaking
wasn't getting any easier.
“And who da yew belong tew,
little girl?”
“You, Master.”
That did it. My legs simply
couldn't support me any more, and I let out a little whimper as they
tried to go out from under me. Sean held me steady against him and I
was both sad and relieved that his hands were no longer on my more
sensitive areas.
“I think perhaps ya need
remindin', though it's good ta know I can still make ya go weak.”
With that, he moved forward
until my hips were pressed against the edge of the bed. With a
gentle pressure on my back, he pushed me down until my torso was
resting on the covers. From under the bed he pulled a wedge shaped
pillow that I had ordered especially for times like this and wiggled
it under my hips. In one swift motion he pulled off my pajama pants
and I was raised and totally exposed to him.
“Now that's how I like ta see
my girl, ready and waitin' for me.” He ran one finger down my slit
to emphasize his point.
He stepped back and removed his
pants and the next thing I felt was the head of his cock retracing
the path his finger had just taken.
“Reach back and spread yerself
for me.”
When I had done as he asked, he
guided his cock to my already dripping hole and slowly, almost
painfully so, slid in to me. I groaned under him. Sean began to
move slowly, teasing me, knowing I wanted more but not yet ready to
give it to me. When my whimpers became more insistent, he went as
deep as he could and said,
“I know ya want it, little
girl, but not yet. Yer mine, and I'll take ya in any way I see fit.”
A few more strokes and then,
“Who da yew belong tew,
Annie?”
I some how managed the correct
response, and I was rewarded with several hard thrusts that left me
panting and aching for more.
“I want ta hear ya say it.”
“I belong to you, Master.”
“Good girl. Again!”
“I belong to you, Master!”
Over and over he ordered me to
say it and I responded happily, each time being rewarded with a hard,
deep thrust until I could no longer manage a coherent response.
With a final order not to cum, Sean let himself go and pounded in to
my aching body, working off the days frustrations in the process. It
was all I could do to not orgasm as my Master used me, especially as
I felt his seed filling my pussy.
“Pl...pl...please, Master!”
I whimpered, barely able to form the words.
“Please what, little girl?”
His tone said he knew exactly what I wanted.
“Pl...please, I ne...need
t...to cum, Master!”
“I know ya dew. But I'm not
ready ta let ya just yet. Ye'll have ta earn it this time”
Even
through the haze of pleasure and need, I knew I wasn't going to be
allowed my release any time soon. My task of playing mediator
between my Master and my brother was only going to be more difficult
until I managed to earn my orgasm. Sean wasn't trying to be cruel,
only doing it to reinforce my position in his life, yet I couldn't
help but whimper pitifully under him. He withdrew himself from me,
helped me to stand and holding me upright with one arm pulled the
covers down and helped me in to bed. Climbing in himself, Sean
cradled me from behind, whispering,
“Din'na
worry, pet, I know ye'll earn it soon enough.”
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