Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I don’t know how I managed not to go into Heat during this time. My body was awake and alive in a way it hadn’t been before and my sex drive was raging…but the only man I wanted was the one I couldn’t have. I started buying sex toys and using them.
But even as I filled myself with a toy and tried to fantasize about other men I had seen, the only one I could think of was Cole. I remembered how he used to hold me…and the way he had touched me, teasing my nipples and stroking my clit so gently before he pulled away. I used to imagine the toy inside me was my big brother’s cock fucking me…breeding me… but I began to fear that I would never feel the real thing filling me up.
But then, during an especially low point when I was beginning to wonder if I should just give up, my greatest idea to get and keep my big brother’s attention was born…the idea to start stripping.
The plan formed in my mind while I was watching that old Demi Moore movie on TV one night. Cole had just bailed me out of jail for protesting with the PETA people but then he had turned right around and left without another word afterwards. I was feeling low and hopeless…and then that movie came on. I don’t even remember the name of it, but it gave me hope again and I knew what I had to do.
I bought a stripper pole to put in my spare room. It was full of junk but I cleared it out and made it my dance studio. Then I bought some seven-inch platform heels and watched endless tutorials on YouTube, trying to learn how to ride the pole.
I got pretty good at it, if I say so myself. I’m a curvy girl but I’ve always been graceful. But doing it in private in the comfort and safety of my own spare room was a hell of a lot different from doing it in public in front of a bunch of horny, drunk men.
I’m not much of an exhibitionist—except when it came to trying to seduce Cole—so I was scared to death when I went to audition. Tampa has plenty of strip clubs, but I chose The Doll House because I knew the bouncer there was a Were…and I knew he would get word back to my brother that his little sister was stripping.
Sure enough, on only my third night at The Doll House, things finally came to a head. But when I saw how angry I had made Cole, I wasn’t sure I had done the right thing. He nearly beat the drunk asshole who had been groping me to death! And when he turned to me, his eyes were blazing and his mouth was a thin white line. I had never seen him this enraged and I couldn’t help the fear that filled me.
I had gotten my big brother’s attention all right, but what was he going to do to me?
Well, I certainly found out. I still couldn’t believe that Cole had put me over his knee and spanked me! He hadn’t gone easy on me either—it was most definitely a punishment spanking. But for some reason—maybe because I was finally the center of my big brother’s attention again—it made me wet. So wet.
And then he’d put his fingers inside me.
My pussy was still throbbing as I remembered the feeling of him thrusting into me, demanding to know if I was still a virgin. I wanted to tell him that I was saving myself for him…but I was too angry…and too hot. I’d been hoping that he might make me come—I was getting really close and he spent a long time fingering me. But he didn’t ever touch my throbbing clit so I couldn’t get enough stimulation to finally tilt over the edge. It was extremely frustrating.
Now I was hobbling around my townhouse with a sore backside, under “house arrest” as Cole put it, with my pussy throbbing, unable to leave for any reason for the entire next week. I was going to have to see if I could do my classes online—which was luckily an option for most of them.
But I couldn’t help thinking I had made some progress. After all, Cole hadn’t just spanked me—he had fingered me too. My pussy was still hot from the feeling of his long fingers sliding deep inside me. And he had seemed extremely worried that I wasn’t a virgin anymore. As if I would let any of the drunk, disgusting humans at the strip club fuck me! The only cock I wanted in my pussy was my sweet big brother’s…but how was I ever going to get it?
I knew if I could get Cole to ignore that stupid Pack law and breed me just once, he would stay with me. He’s that kind of a guy—very loyal and true. Once he makes a commitment, he sticks to it. He never would have left me if it wasn’t for that damn Law—we could be together right now with his baby swelling my belly, sleeping in each other’s arms every night and loving each other every day if it wasn’t for that.