Reading MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND: An Erotic BDSM Story for Adults

Grace is practicing self-bondage, tying herself naked in a hogtie on her bed while fantasizing about Dylan, her brother’s best friend, who enters her room and finds her bound and helpless.

Grace is a nineteen-year-old , Freshman in college and despite how everyone thinks she is innocent, she is very kinky and loves self-bondage and practices it often. She fantasizes about, Dylan, her brother’s twenty-six-year-old best friend who dominates her and orders her what to do in her dreams.

What if her fantasy becomes true? And Dylan finds her naked and bound on her bed with a gag ball covering her mouth? Will Dylan let her go and help her or fulfill all her dirty wishes and dominate her?

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The door to my room opened.

“Hey, Gracie-“

My cheeks burnt with embarrassment when Dylan stood across me, my door half-opened as his green eyes widened at what he saw. I swallowed the urge to moan when his eyes traveled from my gagged mouth to the hogtie I was in, on the ropes which bound my wrists and ankles together. Oh, god.

“ Mhmmmfffhhh! ” my voice muffled through the gag and I hated myself for using the big one because my jaw had started to ache.

His eyes looked at the remote controller of the vibrator which was thrumming with life inside me and the knife against the leg of the bed as he slowly looked at me, a smirk tugging his plump lips. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of his dark green eyes, his handsome face stepping closer after locking the door behind him.

I shook my head, my eyes wide, “Mggfffffhhh! Mggfh!”

My whole body trembled and shook as I tried to step away from him even though he hadn’t touched me, I felt scared, aroused and vulnerable at the same time.

“Hush, Gracie, I did not do this to you,” he said, his voice deep and husky as he ran a hand through the locks of my blonde hair, “ Who did this to you?”

I dropped my head, trying to get away from him when he tightened his hold and tugged my hair, forcing me to look at him. My eyes widened when his gaze turned feral, his hand wrapped around my throat. I hated and loved myself for getting wetter in the current situation.

He growled, “I can leave you like this and go tell your brother what his little sister is doing or you can be a good little girl and answer my questions. Now, answer me. Who did this to you?”

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