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.

Seventeen Months ago.

Dalphine.

"They're so cute."

"A match made in heaven."

I was sitting curled up on the ground in the Montoya household when I overheard the comments. From where I lay watching a movie, I noticed my mother and Mrs. Montoya talking amongst themselves. I wasn't surprised by the statements the two of them were making, having grown used to it over the years. For as long as I could remember my mom and Mrs. Montoya had been rambling on about the perfect couple that we made.

Overhearing the conversation the two of them thought was going ignored, I sent my glance off to the side. Sitting right next to me on the couch, his gaze focused on the television, was Felix Montoya. Dressed in his usual khaki cargo shorts and a polo shirt, he was the epitome as devilishly handsome. At least those were my thoughts back in those days before I knew the truth hidden from me. It was us that our mothers were crowing about right now, as they'd done for as long as I could remember.

Mom and Mrs. Montoya were the best of friends, growing up, having met each other at the beginning of primary school. From that moment on the two of them were completely inseparable, sharing every facet of their lives together. Literally. When my mother had left to go off to college for a degree in finance, Mrs. Montoya had followed. The two of them were determined to always be together and nothing could tear them apart. Hell, the women had even fallen in love with our dads, who were also the best of friends growing up. From that moment on everything in their lives was done in pairs, their wedding, honeymoon, and even their first homes.

When the two couples were searching for their first homes my dad and Mr. Montoya had found various places. Some were even twice the size for half the cost of the ones that'd become our home. Of course, neither were satisfied with the choices offered to them. Not until Mom found the old Victorian house that'd been converted into two elaborate apartments. Despite the fact it was costly and needed a lot of work done to it, Mom declared that it was perfect. Mrs. Montoya agreed. And thus, their married lives together began, which eventually leaked over to their children.

Felix, obviously overhearing the conversation between them, immediately jerked away from me. I was hurt by the darkened look in his eyes settled on me, but I didn't allow it to get to me. "Mom, please stop. Can't you see that I'm trying to watch a movie?"

"You're just so damned cute," Mrs. Montoya—Aunt Brenda—continued to gush from where she stood across the room from us. Her deep brown eyes glowed with happiness, and a smile of joy spread across her delicate features. "There's no need to be embarrassed son."

"I'm not embarrassed," Felix grumbled under his breath, then lunged off the couch and stalked up the stairs to his room. A moment later the sound of his door slamming could be heard, then the sound of blasting music.

(Sigh.)

Though instincts urged me to go upstairs to console whatever distress he felt, I didn't dare move in his direction. Instead, I offered my mom and Aunt Brenda a bright smile, assuring them I needed some fresh air. Then before either of them could think about arguing I moved to the front door and stepped out onto the porch. As the door closed behind me I leaned up against the house, trying to get a hold of my emotions. Something that'd become extremely difficult the last couple of years, though it'd gotten worse the last six months.

Six months ago, everything had been perfectly fine, our two families had lived together happily, and contentedly. That'd all changed when one night my family was over for dinner, as had become a tradition every Friday. I'd been eating quietly at the table when I'd been jerked to attention at a conversation the adults were having. Aunt Brenda sparked the talk of our futures, outlining what she believed to be the outcome of our lives. Before I knew it Mom had joined in, soon followed by Dad and Uncle Steven, as they laminated on our futures. According to them in the fall the two of us headed off to Clark University, to begin our careers, get married, and start our family together.

I'd been so caught off guard I'd spewed soda all over the place, quite shocked at the course of their conversation. Granted I'd been infatuated with Felix since forever and we'd even started to casually "date", this was too much. He might be everything I ever wanted in a husband, but that didn't mean I was eager to get married. Especially since neither of us exactly acknowledged our feelings, letting our relationship blossom naturally. I'd tried to dissuade them from this course, to convince them away from talk of marriage, but none of it mattered. Our mothers had made a firm decision a long time ago about what would be the outcome and were determined that be the case.

That's when everything changed. Felix started growing annoyed when I waited outside my house for him before school. Which was only compiled when I approached him in the halls or dared to watch him during practice. He made a point of ignoring me during lunch and tried his best not to be stuck next to me during class. And anytime I was over during family dinners he'd either be in his room studying or keeping a wide birth. Felix didn't invite me over to watch movies or spend the night as I'd done so many times in the past. Nor did he try to give me the feather-light kisses I'd grown accustomed to from him.

He was cold, unfeeling, distant. I hated the distance that formed between us, confident it was our mother's talks that drove the wedge. No doubt Felix believed that I too was trying to force him into marriage or commitment before he was ready. It was the last thing I wanted. Time and again I tried to talk our families away from this discussion, but nothing I said seemed to help. Our parents were adamant they knew what was best for us, and I only fought them out of embarrassment. And with each new failure, I saw the light slowly leave his eyes, the annoyance towards me strengthening.

Sigh.

Would they ever learn?

In that moment standing on the porch I had no idea how much my life was about to change and the dark places it would lead me in the future. Nor the knowledge that by the end of the night I wouldn't be that shy and scared child with big hopes for the future.