Seduced By My Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

"Silver." His name came out in pants, a heat vibrating deep inside of me and my need for him only intensified. It was the most potent experience of my life, and the man hadn't even moved to touch me. Yet even still that same fiery need burned inside of me, as it had from the moment this man entered my life. A need so strong, so overpowering, it was completely consuming me and had driven me insane for what felt like an eternity. Inside the back room of Silver's luxurious apartment, hidden behind the bookshelf, I could be found. Strapped down to the table he'd shown me, my hands were confined by the leather cuffs around my wrists. It was the same for my ankles. There was padding on the inside of the cuffs around me, that kept the leather from digging into my flesh. It was an altogether new experience for me, definitely not something I'd ever expected. The table I was strapped down to was craned up slightly, giving me a perfect view of the room around me. In a chair across the room, he sat, leaning back leisurely as he drank from the glass of scotch in his hands. God, he was so fucking hot. My pussy thrummed to life just watching him, the juices flowed out of me onto the surface of the table. Moaning as simply the image of him I clenched my thighs together, but nothing could absolve the pain. Something I'd been experiencing from the moment this man entered my life. Silver. My knight. My Greek god. A moan tore from my throat as I watched him, a sense of anticipation and excitement built up inside of me. The man didn't attempt to climb to his feet and hadn't even talked in a good twenty minutes. He just sat there in the chair drinking the scotch I'd poured for him earlier and watching me from a distance. I think that's what turned me on the most, the fact he just sat there watching me and the fire began. It was the same smoldering experience that'd driven me mad from the moment he walked into that room. Slowly, oh so slowly finally he arose from the chair he sat on and placed the glass down on the table. Even as he came to stand to his feet he didn't attempt to speak or acknowledge me strapped to the table. Appearing as if he was completely oblivious to my presence—which I knew to be otherwise—he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. As the material was discarded off to the side I moaned as I was given the opportunity to appraise his god-like figure. My juices flowed more freely at the sight of him. I bore witness to the set of broad shoulders and wide chest sculpted by a defined six-pack. Large muscular arms came down to his side, which were covered in tattoos from the shoulder down. When dressed in his clothes no one would ever guess the beauty of his body, the tattoos only added to the image. I whimpered in need, desperate to finally bring his attention to me, knowing what was soon to come. Because the second he moved to the table he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for a second. He'd be driven with the same desperation and need that thrummed threw me, to touch, to kiss, to taste me completely. Silver was a master of control and power, having spent years learning to hold himself back. He'd only cave into the urges of his body when he was ready for it, not a second before that. That made me whimper louder. "Silver, I need..." His silver eyes finally settled on me where I lay on that table, a mixture of emotions swirled around in them. His lips stretched into a tight smile across his face, his eyes almost seemed to glow with his need. "What'd you call me, my pet? I think you forget yourself." My pussy gushed wetter. Oh my god, I loved it when he talked to me like that. The sense of authority that stole over across his face, the almost menacing aura that surrounded him. I'd never known the need to give in to someone before, but that didn't change the facts when it came to him. "Please," I whimpered. His expression was grim. "What's my name?" "Silver," I panted, confused. Silver tsk disapprovingly at the answer he received from me, clearly not the one he wanted. Finally, stepping away from his leaning post on the wall, he sauntered ever nearer, coming beside the table. Only I wasn't the object of his focus, instead, it was on the table next to me, where a set of toys was laid out. He reached for a tiny little whip set out, one of the many approved toys that we'd agreed upon. Silver was all about mutual respect in these moments together and I liked how it felt on my skin. It swatted me. "What's my name?" "Silver," I gasped out in response. I knew what the man was really aiming for out of me, but I was being my disobedient self again. I knew when I denied him what he wanted he'd punish me for it, and I so loved it when he punished me. The look in his eyes said he knew it too. He swatted me again. "Try again, my pet." "Fox," tumbled out. Seeming irritated that I'd think to toy with him, the whip smoothed down my delicate stomach, tantalizing my senses. Grinning as he saw me writhing in pleasure on the table it was brought away and then came down. "Oh, my pet, be as defiant as you want, in the end, I will get my way." It struck again. As I felt the delicate strands of the leather whip came down onto the area between my thighs, I completely lost it. Throwing my head back on a startling cry of pleasure, my back arched up and my pussy quivered. I was on the verge of my first orgasm and the man hadn't even touched me, that's how potent the connection between us was. "Daddy," I cried you. "You're my daddy." A smug grin stole across his features at my cry of pleasure, Silver was quite proud of his accomplishments. He leaned down and gently kissed my lips. "Yes, that's my good girl. Daddy has a special treat for you." I was waiting in anticipation. Who would have thought a year ago, when I'd had my heart totally ripped out by the bastard, that this would be the outcome of my life? Yet staring into those gorgeous orange eyes of his and feeling his hands on my body, I couldn't find any complaints about the outcome.