Obsessed with my billionaire stepbrothers

I stammer, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.Rune is here. He’s back, here, in this house, standing less than a foot away from me. On either side of him are two blonde haired young women.Rune grabs my shoulders before I can react, spinning me and walking us back into the dining area.I haven’t even had time to fix the shell shocked expression on my face.Dad and Emaine have completely opposite reactions the moment he walks in.“Runey!” Emaine’s voice carries a cheerful note, thrilled to have her son back home.Rune lets go of me, pulling out a chair at the long table. He shoves me into the seat, before moving across the room and pressing a brief kiss to his mothers cheek. It softens the bitter expression she was sporting the second I sat on the table.“You’re back.” Dad states, “Why didn’t you inform us you were coming.”“Well,” He rounds the table, his eyes locked on his brothers face. It’s like they’re having a silent conversation. Kane’s eyes track his movements, following hi

​“Oh! Yes! Yes!” She cries, “Right there!”I want her screaming louder.My hips rock into her, pounding into her pussy so hard, it’s a fucking miracle I don’t draw blood.“Don’t stop, baby!” She cries, “You feel so good!”I wish I could gag her.Blondie number two sits on the other side of the couch, right next to Blondie number one. She has legs spread wide, playing with herself, as she rolls a nipple between her fingers. All this, on a normal day would do it for me. The girls, the drugs, the fucking. It’s my life, the adrenaline of all this shit. But today isn’t one of those days.Blondie number two is staring into nothing, high off her ass as her friend screams right next to her. There’s something about her cloudy blue eyes that’s pissing me the fuck off.They’re blue alright.But they’re just not the ride shade. Not bright, not innocent, not hers.I’m on edge.My jaw is locked tight, there’s tension wound into my entire body. I thought this would be good enough of a release, unfo

​I’ve been idling by the window all morning, keeping an eye out for the package I’m supposed to receive before work this night. It’s almost past noon, the workers come and go through out the day. But there’s been no sign of a delivery yet.The odd hours of the job came as a relief to me. I wouldn’t have to worry about being called while I’m out working, since everyone would be asleep already.It’s almost two more hours of waiting when I see the unfamiliar black car idling by the front of the estate gates. I make my way outside, dismissing the worker on their way to question the parked vehicle. The driver rolls down the tinted window the second I walk up to it, his eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses. Without a word, he hands me a small rectangular box, rolling up the window as soon as I take it. He drives away.I tuck it to my chest, dodging all the staff as I make my way back to my room.It’s a velvet material, soft. It feels expensive. I untie the satin bow, then pull the box op

​There’s no way.I want to believe I’m seeing things. I want to tell myself neither of them are present right now, and all of it is just a figment of my imagination. But I cant. I cant do that, I cant do anything, but stand there frozen. My hands twitching nervously at my sides as I think of what to do next.I don’t have the acrobatic skills of the last girl. Or the confidence of the one before her.None of this was part of the arrangement I signed up for. And now I’m the sole object of everyone’s attention, in a room full of men and women alike willing to blow thousands of dollars for a rewarding night with whatever girl they choose.It feels like a dream. And I keep wishing for someone to wake me up.The Mistress inches closer to me, the dazzling smile still fixed on her mouth. She reaches for my hand, “Twirl.” She whispers, guiding me, and spinning me in a slow circle.My movements are stiff, unpracticed, I have no idea what to do.“I cant do this,” I whisper.“You’re doing great,”

My knees part, the cold air hitting my already damp folds.“Wider.” But Rune grabs my calf before I can even comply, setting my foot on the edge of his knee. Carefully, I slide my other foot on Kane’s, quietly watching him for a reaction. His fingers flex on his glass, but he doesn’t shove it away.Rune runs a hand up my shin, his gaze fixed between my legs, “Go on.”My hand drifts back between my legs, finding my clit, and drawing slow circles over the small bud. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as the pleasure builds, cresting so fast under their intense scrutiny. My other hand moves to one of my breasts, palming and squeezing.Rune lets out a rough breath, shaking his head.I don’t let the reality of what’s happening weigh me down. It’s like I’ve shut off my mind. Right now, none of this is wrong.It’s mind alteringly good.Rune’s hand runs up my thigh, inching towards my pussy, and on reflex, I go to push him away-or pull him closer to me, I’m not entirely sure-but Kane snatches m