The Peters Annexation
Copyright© 2026 by Xanzibar
Chapter 1: Brother’s Keeper
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Brother’s Keeper - A bully, named Kade Daniels makes a deal with the sister, Evelyn Peters, of the bullied Jeffery Petters. She bites off more than she can chew and leads to a domino effect leading to the bully taking over the mother, and her older sister. The prey and his girlfreind become slaves to the mother of the bully that lives across the street. All becomes thralls to Kade Daniels.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cuckold Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Harem Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Squirting Body Modification Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Nudism Prostitution Revenge Transformation
Jeffery’s breath came in ragged bursts as he sprinted across the patchy grass, shoes slipping over slick spots from last night’s rain. His backpack bounced against his spine, every step a jolt of panic. Kade’s voice, sharp and taunting, echoed behind him, threats laced with laughter that promised worse if he slowed.
He vaulted the front porch steps, fumbled for his keys, nearly dropping them as his hands shook. A glance over his shoulder: Kade stood at the curb, fists clenched, eyes cold with rage. The unspoken boundary of the street kept him at bay: for now. Their houses faced each other, a daily reminder that safety was never more than temporary.
Jeffery shoved the front door open and slammed it shut, back pressed against the wood, chest heaving. Kade’s silhouette lingered on the sidewalk, a hulking shadow just out of reach. Jeffery locked the deadbolt with trembling fingers, heart still racing, silently willing his enemy to turn away.
Evelyn came home that night looked at the ring footage and sighed as she typed her term paper for her English Lit class. She felt bad for her smart younger brother but was not here. She told herself to come home earlier in the coming days to make sure he was alright. Just to be sure Evelyn wanted to check on him to make sure he was alright mentally.
Evelyn found Jeffery in the dim light of his room, hunched over a textbook, his pencil tapping in a restless rhythm. She knocked softly on the door frame before stepping in, her arms folded around a mug of tea. “Hey, genius,” she said with a small smile, “got a minute for your annoying big sister?”
Jeffery glanced up, eyes tired but clear. “You’re not annoying,” he mumbled, setting his pencil aside.
She sat on the edge of his bed and studied his face. “How’s school? Still slaughtering everyone in calc, I assume?” When he nodded, a faint blush on his cheeks, Evelyn’s smile widened. “You know, I brag about you. My brother the math prodigy. Seriously, you’re carrying the family brain cell.”
He rolled his eyes, but didn’t look away. “It’s just numbering.”
She nudged his shoulder. “And Nancy? She seems really good for you, Jeff. I like her. She brings you out of your shell.” Evelyn’s voice softened. “You deserve someone who sees how great you are. Not just smart, but ... kind. I hope you know that.”
He hesitated, then allowed himself a shy, genuine smile. “She’s ... yeah. She’s wonderful.”
Evelyn squeezed his hand. “I’m glad. And I’m always here, okay? No matter what.”
Jeffery glanced down at his hands, the faintest shadow flickering across his face. “I just ... I just want to keep my head down and make it through to college,” he admitted. “That’s all I’m trying to do. If I can just get out, things will be different.”
Evelyn nodded, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. “It will be, Jeff. College is a whole different world. People like Kade? They peak here, in this little neighborhood. Once you’re out there, it’s not about who’s loudest or toughest. It’s about who’s smart, who works hard. That’s your world.”
He gave her a small, uncertain look. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” she said firmly. “I was scared, too. But trust me, once you’re surrounded by people who actually care about ideas and learning, you’ll find your people. You’re going to thrive, Jeff. And Kade? He’ll be stuck here, yelling at shadows. You just have to hang on a little longer. Like think about it, you think any of my freinds would date a loser like him. When is the last time you saw him with any girl in college? Never? Exactly!”
He managed a grateful smile, tension easing from his shoulders. “Thanks, Ev. I needed to hear that.”
She squeezed his hand again. “Anytime. You’re not alone, okay? Never.”
Three more times that week, the ritual repeated itself: Jeffery’s breathless dash for the front door, his outline flickering across the living room window as he escaped Kade’s predatory games. Each day, the hour shifted, sometimes dusk, sometimes the raw white glare of early dismissal, but always the same choreography. The heavy footfalls, the catch and release of the deadbolt, the way Jeffery pressed himself flat against the wall as if his own bones might shatter from the shock of impact. The house, once a safe haven, became the last thin membrane holding back something larger and meaner than any of them.
It was Thursday when Evelyn noticed the shoe on the lawn. It sat in the crabgrass with its laces flung open, one heel dug deep into the mud as though it had tried to anchor Jeffery and failed. She picked it up and turned it over in her hands, thumb brushing the worn-down tread, her mind already conjuring the scene: Kade, maybe with a friend this time, chasing him down the curb, their laughter knotted up in the humid air. Jeffery’s foot catching, the shoe yanked clean away, and still he ran, barefoot, silent, desperate.
Inside, the hollow quiet settled over everything. Emma her mother was in the kitchen, rinsing lettuce leaves under a trickle of cold water, her eyes scanning the backyard but not really seeing. She looked up when Evelyn came in, the shoe dangling loosely from her fingers.
“That’s the third time this month,” Evelyn said, voice low and flat. She dropped the shoe on the table between them. “He could have broken his ankle. Or worse.”
Emma flinched at the sound, her hands trembling just enough to send flecks of water scattering across the counter. “He doesn’t want me to make a scene,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “He says it’ll just make things harder for him at school. You know how boys are. They have to sort it out themselves.”
“That’s bullshit,” Evelyn snapped, louder than she’d intended. “He’s not sorting anything. He’s hiding from a psychopath while you pretend it’ll just blow over.”
Emma’s face pinched, her lips blanching to a thin white seam. “It’s not that simple. Kade’s family,” She closed her eyes, as if bracing against some invisible blow. “I tried talking to Monica once. After one of the earlier incidents. She ... she made it very clear that Kade could do no wrong. She threatened to her lawyer involved, said we were making up stories to ruin her son’s reputation.”
Evelyn stared at her, mouth open. “And you let that stop you?”
Emma’s hands twisted the dishrag into a tight spiral. “You don’t know Monica,” she said quietly. “She’s worse than her son. She makes you feel like you’re the problem, like you’re the one bullying them. Last time I went over there, she called me unstable. Said if I kept harassing her family, she’d call the police. I can’t,” Her voice cracked. “We can’t afford attention like that, not after last summer.”
Evelyn remembered, then. The thin, humming dread that hung over their home for weeks after Emma’s name appeared in the neighborhood Facebook group, accused of being “overly aggressive” toward a neighbor’s child. The way the principal had called her in for a “friendly chat” about Jeffery’s adjustment issues. For a while, even the mailman seemed to look at them differently. But something about her mom’s demeanor told her she was not telling her everything.
But that was before. This was now. And now, Jeffery was losing shoes in the yard like a kid in a warzone.
Evelyn swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So what, we just wait for him to end up in the hospital? Is that the plan?”
Emma wiped her hands on her jeans and wouldn’t meet her daughter’s gaze. “I just want things to calm down. Graduation is soon. If we keep our heads down, maybe it’ll pass.”
Evelyn shook her head, disgust mounting. “It’s not going to pass. Kade’s not going to wake up one day and decide he’s done tormenting Jeff. Someone has to do something.”
Emma’s voice was brittle. “If you go over there, you’ll only give them more to use against us. Please, Eve. I’m asking you. You do not know what they are like.”
The raw pleading in her mother’s tone made Evelyn clench her jaw. She wanted to scream, or break something, or storm across the street and claw Monica’s perfect face. Instead, she picked up Jeffery’s shoe and walked away, her footsteps echoing down the hall.
Upstairs, she paused outside her brother’s door. No sound. She knocked, soft, then pushed it open. Jeffery was curled on his side, knees hugged to his chest, his face streaked with tears he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. The light in the room was pale and sharp, cutting the shadows in jagged strips across his desk, his bed, the wall where he’d once taped up a poster of Einstein but pulled it down after Kade sneered at it in the cafeteria.
Evelyn sat on the floor beside the bed, her shoulder pressed against the frame. She didn’t say anything for a while. When Jeffery finally looked up, his eyes rimmed red and glassy, she offered him the shoe. He took it, staring at it as if seeing it for the first time.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice raw. “I wasn’t fast enough today.”
“It’s not your fault,” Evelyn said. “You shouldn’t have to be fast. You should be safe in your own neighborhood.”
He let out a half-laugh, half-sob. “That’s never going to happen, is it?”
She hesitated, then put her hand over his. “Maybe not right now. But it doesn’t have to be forever. You’re getting out of here soon. College, remember?”
His nod was almost imperceptible, but it was there.
That night, she stayed up late, watching the sodium-yellow glow from the Danvers’ porch spill across the street. Monica came out at one point, stood with her arms folded and surveyed the block as if she owned it, her silhouette sharp and upright as a chess piece. For a moment, she thought she saw Kade, too, pacing behind the curtains, restless and unsleeping.
Evelyn stared back, unblinking, and wondered what it would take to finally tip the balance. She didn’t have an answer yet. But she swore to herself she’d find one.
Friday arrived like a bruise on the week, sullen and impossible to ignore. The morning started thick with heat, the kind that hung in the air and made the whole world feel sticky, slow, dangerous. Evelyn felt it seeping into the house, into her own skin, as she watched Jeffery prepare for school with movements just shy of frantic. He tried to hide it, but his hands trembled when he zipped his bag; he double-checked the door lock, then again, then paused at the threshold with the faint, sickly hope that maybe today would be different.
It wasn’t.
Classes blurred past in a migraine haze. At lunch, Jeffery sat with his back to the wall and eyes on the exits, flinching every time the cafeteria doors banged open. Evelyn saw him only once in passing, rounding a corner with a stack of textbooks clutched so tightly her own wrists ached in sympathy. She’d brought her own lunch to the senior lounge and picked at it, listening to the low-level roar of rumors and sports talk and TikTok videos played too loud. Someone mentioned Kade was in a shit mood and had gotten a warning from the coach, which meant he’d be prowling for a target by the end of the day. Evelyn felt the information settle in her gut like a stone.
She left early, feigning a dentist appointment. She walked home slow and deliberate, rehearsing what she’d say, how she’d stand, where her hands would go if it got physical. By the time she reached their street, the sun was lowering and the shadows had already stretched from curb to curb, transforming the neighborhood into a chessboard of danger zones and cover. She stationed herself on the porch, phone in one pocket, keys threaded between her knuckles in the other.
The afternoon held its breath. And then, at 3:44 exactly, the sound came: sneakers slapping the sidewalk, the high and hitching breath of someone sprinting for their life. Jeffery’s backpack swung behind him, half-unzipped, the contents threatening to spill. He vaulted the last three steps to the porch, crashed into the front door, and only then allowed himself to look back.
Kade Daniels was a dark blur at the end of their lawn, shirt half untucked, a predatory sneer on his face. He slowed to a walk, feigning calm, and called out after Jeffery: “Run, little bitch! Maybe next time I rip your other shoe off, huh?”
Jeffery fumbled with the lock, hands slipping, until Evelyn stepped forward and slid the door open for him. He fell inside, gasping, then slammed it shut and threw the deadbolt. For a moment, nothing moved.
And then Evelyn heard Kade’s voice again, this time pitched not to taunt Jeffery, but to catch her attention. “Hey, college girl! That you?”
Evelyn turned. Kade was halfway up the walk, his stride lazy but his eyes cold and bright. He grinned with all teeth, like a shark who’d learned to pass for human. She felt a tremor at the base of her spine but held her ground.
“We need to talk,” she said, voice flat and unblinking.
Kade stopped, cocked his head, and blinked as if the phrase was novel. “Oh, do we now?” he said, hands in his pockets, shoulders canted with practiced indifference. “I was hoping you’d come over here and give me a piece of your mind. Maybe your ass, too, while you’re at it.”
It was a line too cliché to sting, but that was the point: he was playing with her, letting her know she was in his sights. Evelyn ignored it and walked down two steps until she was face to face with him, only the battered wooden railing between them.
“What do you want from Jeffery?” she asked.
Kade smiled wider, like he’d already won. He leaned over the rail and dropped his voice to a stage whisper, “What do you think I want? Kid’s a little creep. He looks at me funny. You really think he gets to do that without consequences?” He flicked his gaze up and down her body, then back to her eyes. “Or maybe you’re here to take his place, is that it?” There was a flicker in his expression, real curiosity, maybe even hope.
Evelyn straightened. “Leave my brother alone. Whatever you think he did, it’s done. Pick someone else.”
Kade’s jaw tensed, a tic in his cheek betraying irritation. He looked past her to the house, then back, calculating. “Not how it works,” he said. “Your brother’s a weak little freak, and that’s why everyone hates him.” He drew the last word out, savoring it. “But you? You’re not so bad. Kinda hot, in a stuck-up way.”
Evelyn didn’t let herself flinch. “What would it take for you to stop?”
He laughed, genuinely delighted, and for a second she saw the little boy he must have been, magnet for trouble, always a half-step from self-destruction. Then it was gone, replaced by something icier.
“You really wanna know?” he said, leaning in so close Evelyn could smell the gum on his breath, the chemical tang of hair gel and a faint sourness beneath. “You want me to leave your brother alone, you’re gonna have to make it worth my while. I like trades. You do something for me, I do something for you.”
She fought down a shiver. “Name it.”
Kade shrugged, as if the answer were obvious. “You figure it out. You’re the smart one.” He reached over the railing and, in a move too fast to predict, flicked a strand of her hair. “But just so you know, I’m not hard to please.”
The implication hung between them, a rope pulled tight.
Evelyn forced her jaw unclenched. “If you touch him again, I’ll,”
He cut her off with a snort. “You’ll what, Evie? Call the cops? Tell your mom? That’s worked out great so far, hasn’t it?” He stepped back and pointed at her with a slow, stabbing finger. “You want this to stop, you gotta play by my rules. Otherwise, next time, maybe he doesn’t make it home. Especially now that I have your attention.”
She stared at him, heart thudding, adrenaline flooding her veins. Behind her, she could hear Jeffery’s muted sobs through the door. The street was empty, the whole world shrunken down to the space between her and Kade Daniels, who was now grinning as if he’d already tasted victory.
“Think it over,” he said. “I’ll be seeing you around. Maybe sooner than you think.”
He turned and walked off, hands in his pockets, whistling a tuneless melody that rose and fell across the yard.
Evelyn watched him go, her nails biting half-moons into her palms. She didn’t go back inside right awayInstead, ad she sat on the steps, phone in hand, staring at the sidewalk where Kade’s shadow had stretched and then receded, trying to imagine the next move.
She realized, with a sick certainty, that this was only the opening gambit.
That night, after Jeffery fell into a fevered sleep and Emma had retreated to her room, Evelyn lay in bed with her eyes wide open, replaying the confrontation. Every word, every tilt of Kade’s head, every calculated pause. She turned it over and over, searching for a loophole or a strategy, but all she found was the memory of his hand reaching for her hair, a warning, a promise, or both.
She texted Monica Daniels, but the message bounced back: Number blocked. She thought about telling her mother, but the image of Emma’s drawn, frightened face stopped her.
So Evelyn sat alone and planned, mind racing, knowing that tomorrow would come and with it, Kade’s expectations.
He made it clear what it’d take for him to ‘lay off’ Jeffery, and it wasn’t a threat she could report or a punch she could return. It was a deal, one she’d have to figure out before the rules changed again.
She looked at her calendar. Nancy and Jeffery were off to a college campus visit to see if they both wanted to go there. More for Nancy. Jeffery could get into anywhere he just wanted to be near Nancy. Her mother was out of town on a visit with her sister Aunt Eleanor she would not be home for two days. In fact with their older sister Julie Ann off on a college business with her soccer team, she was the most athletic and tough one of the bunch. Evelyn wish she were here now, but it was just her and the bullying was getting worse.
Evelyn forced herself not to pace, but her fingers bounced restlessly on the battered desk as she composed the text. She read it twice, three times, as if Kade would sense hesitation through the ether. Each word was deliberate, bracketed in the brittle dignity of someone who’d rather bite off her own tongue than beg, but who would do exactly that to keep her brother safe. She only hit send after checking the spelling, the punctuation, the time stamp. She watched the three dots of Kade’s response for a full thirty seconds, each pulsing bubble a measured footstep on her grave.
“Fine. Come here Next Friday at 8:00 P.M. and we can discuss terms. But if Jeffery is bullied at all this week all deals are off.”
The reply came instantly, Kade’s tone as casual and predatory as always: “You got it. But don’t fuck me on this. I keep my word. You better keep yours.”
The words were so jarringly direct that Evelyn recoiled, the phone slipping a half-inch down her palm. It was a reminder: Kade was not bluffing, and he was not operating inside the safety rails of school or family or decency. She re-read the thin thread of dialogue, then deleted it, then deleted it again from the cloud archive, then finally switched off her phone and tucked it under her pillow as if that would keep the threat contained.
The days leading up to Friday unwound in a blur, alternating between hot, syrupy dread and frantic little milestones of survival. She became hypervigilant, monitoring Jeffery’s every move, cross-examining him in the car after school, texting Nancy for midday updates. Jeffery seemed all right, or at least no worse than usual. The bruises had faded from yellow to greenish-brown, and the haunted look in his eyes was less pronounced, but Evelyn could tell he was bracing for something. He’d stopped trying to hide his anxiety from her. Instead, he clung to routines, waking up at exactly 6:45, eating the same bagel every morning, stacking his homework in color-coded folders, running his finger along the spines of his textbooks before putting them in his backpack. These rituals were both comfort and penance, and Evelyn watched them with a dull ache, wishing she could invent a ritual of her own strong enough to protect him.
On Wednesday, she drove Jeffery and Nancy to the airport. They’d won some kind of all-expenses-paid college tour for prospective “gifted” students, and Nancy was determined to wring every Instagrammable moment from the trip. She posted a picture of the three of them at the airport, arms slung around each other, all wide grins and bright eyes. But Evelyn could see it in the photo, her own smile a shade too tight, Jeffery’s hands balled in his pockets, Nancy’s eyes flicking sideways to gauge her friends’ moods.
Evelyn lingered in the departures area, pretending to fuss over luggage tags, until Nancy grabbed her in a rib-crushing hug and whispered, “Don’t let him go out alone. Not even to the mailbox. Okay?” Jeffery, for once, didn’t protest being hugged in public. He just stood there, chin pressed against Nancy’s shoulder, eyes closed. Evelyn tried not to think about what that looked like to bystanders. She wanted someone, anyone, to ask if her brother was okay so she could spill everything to a stranger and be absolved of the burden. Instead, she just nodded, watched them thread through security, and then sat in the car with the engine running for ten minutes before she could drive herself home.
Her mom left the next night. Emma had packed two extra bottles of hand lotion and three folding umbrellas for a trip to her sister’s; she was gone before dawn. There were Tupperware containers lined up with masking tape labels,”Thursday: Chicken Parm,” “Friday: Taco Night,” “Saturday: Mac & Cheese”, as if feeding herself was the real danger Evelyn faced. The house was quieter than she’d ever known, every wall and window a little too thin, every light switch suddenly ominous in the dark.
By Friday, she felt like a ghost haunting her own life. She wandered the halls, drifting between her room and the kitchen, reading half a paragraph at a time and losing the thread of even her favorite books. She’d always loved the literary world, the comfort of knowing that every story had a logic, a beginning and an end, that even the worst villain was necessary for the plot. But nothing about this week fit into a narrative she recognized, and she despised herself for thinking in metaphors when her brother’s life was at stake.
That afternoon she counted down the hours by listening to the grandfather clock in the foyer, its pendulum thudding with the finality of a judge’s gavel. It was the only thing in the house older than she was, a gift from her late grandfather, and it had never missed a chime in seventeen years. She found herself measuring time not in seconds but in the sonorous clangs that echoed through the empty rooms.
At 7:30 PM, Evelyn changed into her least flattering clothes: a pair of ragged jeans that bunched around her ankles and a faded t-shirt from the local library’s banned books week. She didn’t bother with makeup. She put her hair in a messy bun but then let it fall, then put it up again, each time catching herself in the hallway mirror and flinching at the image. If she looked unguarded enough, maybe Kade would lose interest. If she looked ugly enough, maybe he’d call the whole thing off. It was a feeble, magical-thinking logic, but she clung to it as the alternative, showing up as herself and having that be enough, was unthinkable.
She made a list of possible scenarios on a notepad, each one more humiliating than the last, and rehearsed her responses in her head. What would he want? Photos? Videos? A signed confession that Jeffery was a “freak”? Or something worse? The not-knowing was almost worse than the certainty of violence.
At 8:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Not the soft, electronic chime that played “Ode to Joy” like a nervous giggle, but the old one, the ancient, mechanical bell her mom had never gotten around to removing. It reverberated through the bones of the house, through Evelyn’s bones. She checked her phone; exactly on time. She wiped her hands on her jeans, then opened the door.
Kade stood there in a hoodie and jeans so new they still creased at the thigh, hands jammed in his pockets. His hair was wet, like he’d just showered for the occasion, and his teeth were as white and even as the keys on a toy piano. He looked older at night, less like a bully and more like the kind of guy who’d be at home in the shadows of a bar, negotiating something illegal. He grinned at her, the same shark smile as always. But he was in high school, but he should not be, he was 20 and as soon as he hit 21 he would be kicked out of the school system. He would be forced to live outside that realm.
“Wow, you actually look like shit,” he said, sounding impressed.
“Thanks,” Evelyn replied, voice flat her expression bordering hostile.
Kade stepped across the threshold without being invited. He walked straight into the living room, pausing to examine the family photos on the wall as if he was shopping for a weakness. “Nice place. Cozier than I thought.”
“What do you want?” Evelyn asked, not bothering to close the door.
He turned to her, still smiling, but his eyes were sharp. “You know what I want. But first, I want to see if you’re serious.” He flopped onto the couch, legs splayed, as if he owned the place. “Sit,” he said, patting the cushion next to him.
Evelyn’s stomach twisted. She stayed standing.
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
For a few moments, neither of them spoke. The silence was so dense Evelyn thought she could hear the blood moving in her own veins. Kade picked at a hangnail, then flicked the invisible debris onto the carpet.
“Where’s your freak brother?” he asked, not even looking at her.
“With his girlfriend,” Evelyn replied, careful not to let her voice crack. “They’re out of state until Sunday.”
He arched an eyebrow. “And Mommy?”
She hesitated. “Visiting her sister.”
“So it’s just you and me,” Kade said, teeth gleaming. “Could not wait to be alone with me?” Kade smirked knowing that would piss her off. She ignored the comment entirely.
The clock in the foyer began to chime, a sonorous eighth note that seemed to shake the entire house. Kade looked up, as if savoring the sound, then grinned at her again.
“Right on time, I keep my word.” he said.
Evelyn could feel her heart pounding so hard it threatened to crack her ribs.
He stretched, arms over his head, and then got up. “Let’s get this over with,” he said. “You want this to be quick, or do you want to talk first? I got all night.”
“I have rules,” Evelyn said sharply. “You’re going to listen.”
Kade smirked, but didn’t interrupt. He waited, eyes glittering.
She steadied herself. “One: No phones. You leave yours here by the door, and I’ll leave mine. Two: You don’t touch me except for a handshake. That’s it. And three: You tell me exactly what!” She was cut off with a quickness that scared her to her very core as Kade reached forward and delivered two sharp slaps, not hard but enough to stop her speaking. He then caught her wrist with ease and pulled then tight behind her back and turning her around as he spoke into her ear from behind. “Nu uh bitch you do not EVER tell me the rules. The rules are this, you do as I say. Cut the fucking tude bitch. We both know the score and in no version you are on top. What because you think because you are college you are better than me. You can dictate terms to me. World does not work that way princess. Looks like you need a lesson.”
Kade’s breath was hot on her neck, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re not in charge here, Evelyn. I am.” He pushed her forward, one hand firmly gripped around her wrist, the other pressed against her back. She stumbled, her hips colliding with the arm of the couch. A gasp escaped her lips as he bent her over, her chest pressing into the cushions, her butt exposed and vulnerable.
Her heart pounded in her ears, a drumbeat of panic and humiliation. She could feel the rough fabric of the couch against her cheek, the cool air of the room on her bare skin. Kade’s hands were rough, his movements deliberate as he took his belt and wrapped it around her wrist, pulling it tight. The leather bit into her skin, a makeshift binding that sent a jolt of fear through her. She was trapped, bent over and helpless, her body on display for him.
His hands moved to her jeans, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them. She could hear the zipper, the rustle of denim as he pulled them down, the fabric catching on her knees. Her panties were exposed, a thin layer of cotton that offered no real protection. She felt a draft, cold and clinical, as he paused, his eyes on her.
Then, with a swift, brutal motion, he reached forward and ripped her panties off. The fabric tore easily, the sound sharp and final. She felt the cool air on her bare ass, the roughness of his hands as he touched her, positioning her just so. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, refused to give him the satisfaction.