My Brother’s Friend, the Dom Read Online Nikki Chase

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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But not her. Not Sarah. When she says she wants to be an object to be used, she means it. If I made her lie on the bed in an uncomfortable position all night and never even touch her once, that’s what she’d do—no complaints.

Such a good girl.

I can clearly see the dip of her waist and the rise of her hips. The gentle slope of her legs. The definition in her toned calves. Her dainty little feet, which are encased in the kind of closed-toe heels that I specifically requested.

I’ve been sitting in the corner of the hotel room in my attempt to stay as far away from her as I can. This absurdity is what happens when a predator befriends its prey, when a monster takes a liking to its victim.

I know I can crush her, body and mind. From the way she’s been interacting with PuppetMaster, I can tell I’ve already got her under my spell. She does everything I ask of her.

I get up to my feet. The carpet should be thick enough to muffle my footsteps. I circle the bed to take a close look at Sarah from another angle.

Her back is arched and her chest is pushed out, rising up and down with her breathing. Several strands of her golden hair stick to her red lipstick—another thing I wanted her to put on.

What a waste of such a good girl.

She said she wanted PuppetMaster gone after this one night. But her compulsion to obey is strong. She’s so different from the way Sarah usually is, she may as well be someone else, someone named Doll.

Unlike Sarah, Doll doesn’t have opinions or specific desires. All Doll wants is to be played with, but she doesn’t get to decide how.

Guess what, Doll? I have some ideas on what to do with you.

I’ll bet if I reach out my hand and fist your hair, you’ll gasp and beg for more.

And if I unbutton your coat to expose your tight little body, you’ll cream your panties.

If Doll is not Sarah, then maybe . . . Maybe I can let my monster out to play for a little while? I’ll keep a tight leash on it, make sure it doesn’t hurt Sarah.

. . .

What the fuck am I thinking? I must be losing my mind.

That’s not the kind of thing I should even consider. I’m supposed to be doing a favor for Peter. It was his last wish.

Fuck this. I need to get out of here.

After a cold shower in the en-suite, my mind is much clearer. Without my dick screaming for attention, finally my big head can be the one in charge again.

I grab the back of a chair in the corner of the hotel room and drag it across the carpet until it’s about one foot away from the bed.

I can’t sit on the bed with Sarah. I won’t be able to hold myself back if she so much as wiggles in her restraints.

I stoop down to undo the binds around her wrists. I do it carefully so I don’t accidentally graze her temptingly soft skin, and I do it slowly so her blood flow gradually goes back to normal.

Still, she whimpers as her limbs shift positions, no doubt causing her tired muscles to ache. Her voice, so small and vulnerable, makes me want to push her down, climb on top, and . . .

Fuck. If my mind keeps coming up with filthy fantasies, I’m going to get hard again. And I’m not about to take another cold shower.

I’m going to hate myself for letting go of this opportunity to dominate the naturally submissive woman in front of me.

But I know I’ll hate myself more if I take advantage of her. I won’t be able to forgive myself.

With my heart pounding, I pull the blindfold off her head.

There’s no turning back now.

I quickly step away, as if she can burn me with the slightest touch. I pull the chair another foot away from the bed before I take my seat.

Sarah’s eyelids wrinkle and crease as the black blindfold comes off. Warm light from the bedside table falls right on her pretty face.

It takes her a while to squint her eyes open. But as soon as her vision finds me, she snaps awake. Sitting bolt upright, she perches on the edge of the bed.

“Luca?” she asks in confusion.

As if I can be anybody else. Even if I had an identical twin brother I’ve never met before, he wouldn’t have the exact same tattoos I do.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sarah

“What’s going on?” I look around me.

Just as I thought, I’m in a hotel room. It’s dark here, except for the warm light from the table lamp on the night stand, the one on my side of the bed . . . although there’s nobody else on the bed, so technically they’re both my sides.


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