Until I Own You

You never forget the man who took your V card.
Especially if it was your stepbrother…
Seth Vance sure knows how to drive me crazy.
He has been practicing since our parents decided to get married and bind the two of us together for life.
Even at sixteen, no boys were ever allowed—or willing—to go near me.And I knew exactly why.
My overprotective, possessive stepbrother was to blame.It took going away to college for me to finally get a real boyfriend, and look how that turned out.
A decade later, I've returned. Older, wiser, and ready to chase my deepest desires.
And what I want is to get rid of my V card and find a man who can make all my submissive fantasies come true.
The Lyons Club seems like the perfect place to look.
So what if my stepbrother disapproves?
If he thinks no one is good enough for the job, then maybe he should step up and show me the ropes...

“Be a good girl and look at me.” 

Electric pulses warm my core. What the F.. is he doing calling me a good girl? Trying to make me a mess? 

Of course, he is. If he knows I moaned his name with my fingers delved between the lips of my pu.s.y, he knows what one ‘good girl’ will do to
me. 

It will destroy me. But all I’ve ever wanted to be is a good girl. If this is my only opportunity to have that with Seth, I will take it. 

I lift my chin, my mouth sealed closed. I will wait for his instruction. Be obedient. Listen. 

I’ll be so good. For him. Like I’ve always wanted. 

“Let me ask again.” His voice is so calm and steady it’s hard to imagine how much
power he’s exerting keeping me up against the door.

“How often do you say my name when you touch yourself?” 

“Very often,” I say, my voice ragged and quiet. 

“Louder, Bridget.” 

I swallow, get my strength. “Very often.” 

“Were you saying my name earlier today?” 

It’s not fair for him to ask another question. But this isn’t about fairness. It’s
about finally serving him. His purpose. His desire. I want nothing more.

“Yes.” 

“Yes, what?”  

I blink. I have heard what he is called at the Underground. Master Carlton.

Master.

I have never used the word for anyone. I have wanted to. 

But with him, it doesn’t feel right. It’s what everyone else calls him. And I don’t
want to be like everyone else. I want to be his good girl, yes, but not just
another one. I want to be his best girl.