Chapter 10: Brother

"YouI don't want to play anymore!" Monica stretched out heris hand and pushed him angrily. "youYou did it on purpose!" she complained.
Monica lost her patienceen and felt a little annoyed but didn't say anything. She forced herself to stay composed and said, "What do you want to ask for? Let's make it clear from the beginning. I won't agree to anything too excessive—"
Steven gave Monica one more chance to guess, failing which he said he would determine an appropriate punishment. Monica reluctantly agreed. She used her last attempt to guess, that he had written something childish as Steven always saw her as immature.
“That’s not it.” Steven said with a mischievous smile.
His finger circled around her back and he reached behind to unhook her bra, then kissed her again.
Monica's chest loosened, and when she finally reacted, her bra had already slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the air. They were held firmly in his warm palm.
She gasped and tried to push him away, but he held her tightly to his chest, squeezing her soft breasts and pressing her nipples into his palm, causing them to gradually harden. They stood erect, like mature fruits waiting to be harvested.
Unlike the shallow exploration earlier, his long and powerful fingers encircled her breasts from below, aggressively kneading them. The tender and smooth flesh changed shape in his palm.
It was like milk filling the gaps between his fingers, gently swaying with his movements, as if it could overflow at any moment.
Monica's fingers pressed against his shoulder, feeling numb from being kneaded, but she couldn't push him away. Her gasps became more urgent, and her questioning tone softened, "Don't touch... mmm... you're so heavy! How can you be so strong?"
He rubbed the sensitive, tender nipple with his palm, then pinched it lightly with his fingertips, without any intention of going easy. Monica felt as if her nerves were being pulled, and pleasure spread from her nipples, tingling and spreading all over her body.
"Wright, Steven..." Her gasping and moaning sounded so delicate that it seemed like water could be squeezed out. Hearing this, he increased the pressure, squeezing the breasts towards the center, leaving shallow red marks on both plump and smooth breasts.
"Do you want me to stop?" He bit her earlobe, speaking softly with his warm breath falling on her ear. Monica's ears were very sensitive, and her body trembled, causing even her toes to curl up in itchiness.
"...you, stop!" she said urgently.
"Alright, then call me 'brother'." He toyed with her nipples, not too gently or too forcefully. "If you call me 'brother,' I won't knead anymore."
Monica was both anxious and angry, but she could only compromise and speak in a small voice, "Brother."
"Hmm? Your voice is too quiet."
She gritted her teeth and said loudly, "Bro...ther!"
"Too loud." Steven countered.
Monica was infuriated and wanted to slap him, but he caught her fingers and pulled them back into his embrace. Steven gently said by her ear, using an almost coaxing tone, "Be good, just say it and I'll stop."
She pressed her fingertips against his back and reluctantly said, "Brother."
He kissed her neck and pushed her down onto the sofa.
Steven kept his word and didn't make any further moves. He licked and kissed his way down her neck, gently and sensually. Monica wanted to push him away, but he held her hands and pressed them against her sides.
He raised his head and looked at her with intense, dark eyes.
In the quiet room, only the messy sound of their breathing could be heard, mixing together with their rapid heartbeats.
Silently staring at her for a while, he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile, his fingers traced along the inside of her thigh and lightly pressed against the sensitive spot, through the fabric.
Monica was startled and almost moaned out loud.
In this moment she came to the realization I only just realized that sheI hadve been deceived by him again.
Her chest was enveloped by a warm mouth, and with his sucking motion, a greater itchiness spread throughout her body.
Monica was a little scared of this uncontrolled unfamiliar sensation. She bit her lip and gasped, "Steven, you're drunk! Let go of me!"
The metallic sound of the belt buckle crisply rang out, as he held her hand and moved it towards his legs. His already erect genitals swelled and filled the fabric, hard and hot.
Even a light touch could revealfeel its horrifying size, ready to unleash its ferocity.
His voice carried a bit of desire and hoarseness as he softly spoke in her ear, "When a man is drunk, he can't get hard, baby."
**Chapter 11 ****Monica**