She always liked to get her own way, but this time Hannah has met her match. When she angers her Step-father once too often, she learns the meaning of the word control.
A short erotic D/s story
Excerpt
'I don't believe it!!' I cry. The only thing I had asked my step-brother to do was set the television up for me. Returning the keys to me last night he had promised faithfully that he had got it up and working. Yet obviously he hadn't even managed that.
Slamming the remote onto the table I reach for my phone, and dial my mother’s number on the off chance that my lazy brother was still hanging round the house.
'Hello', a deep voice answers on the fourth ring.
'Hi Max', I say to my step father. 'Is your son there?'
'No he's not. Is there anything I can help you with Hannah?' he asks.
'What the hell is he doing? He promised to fix my television for when I moved in and I can't get anything apart from a blank screen' I moan to him. 'Why can't he do what he says. I'm fed up of being told someone will do something and then they don't, or they do it wrong and don't bother to correct it.'
A deep sigh and then. 'Ok. Give me 20 minutes and I’ll be there,' he says as he hangs up.
What is wrong with that man, I think to myself as I place the phone back on the table and lay back on the cushions. He always seems so grumpy with me, and I have no idea why!
Shrugging, I decide to try and sort some of the boxes out while waiting for his arrival. Dragging one into the kitchen I start to unpack the crockery and glasses, placing them on the counter top until I decide once and for all which cupboard they are going to go in.
I reach over and switch on the radio. If nothing else I can have some music while I work. Hot and tired as I am, the music begins to calm me and I find myself dancing around the kitchen as I go from box to box, sorting out my belongings.
'Well that's a nice view to greet me.' I jump as I hear my step father’s voice from the doorway behind me
I straighten up from bending over a box, wickedly wriggling my butt as I do. 'You have no idea what a 'nice view' it really is Mr.' I tease him as I turn to face him.
'Ohhhh take it from me Hannah, at the moment I do.' I suddenly realise that his eyes are locked on my damp t-shirt that has moulded itself tightly round my breasts.
Tossing my head back, I stare up at him. I'm sure that the devil had taken control of my senses as I answer him with almost a sneer. 'Hun, you couldn't cope with what's on view!'
'Oh you would be surprised Hannah, I'M very good at controlling what I want.' He says as he crosses over the kitchen until he is standing just in front of me.
Before I can do anything his hand stretches out and his fingers grab hold of a handful of my hair. He pulls me close to him and tilts my head back. In shock I look up at him in silence.
'I think you are a rude brat Hannah, and I know it's way past the time you are taught a lesson'. He says as his fingers tighten in my hair.
I can't believe the feelings that flood through my body at his touch. As his fingers tighten in my hair all I want to do is dissolve into his arms, my legs start trembling and I am totally dumbstruck.
