「 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 」― 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 & 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎. ⁿˢᶠʷ

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ᴀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʏ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀɪᴇ.​ Morrigan's friend has tried to convince her to come to the BDSM club for weeks and weeks, and she finally gave in. After attending a few Fridays, she's finally gathered up the courage to try a scene. Her friend assures her that she can stop it at any moment just by using her safeword, and that the Dominant will not hurt her―not really. But what happens when her older brother Marcus comes barging in shortly after they've started the scene, furious that his little sister is there. But he's wanted to teach her a lesson for quite some time now, and this might be the perfect opportunity to lay his hands on her. The only question is, how far is he willing to go, and will Morrigan use her safeword before he pushes her too far? ​

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[Bunny]

It was the third Friday that she’d come to the club. At first glance didn’t stand out. Nestled in downtown, the old building was beautiful with age. The blacked out windows offered no hint of what lay within and the only hint was the scrolling text in a deep mulberry shade across the dark glass. Mild curiosity was stopped at the door, where the bouncer leaned. Arms folded, he exuded menace. That sort of don’t fuck with me vibe that bouncers had. Morrigan could recall the first time she’d proffered her Id to him. The way she’d felt, as he looked her over with a raised brow and a small quirk of lips. He knew what lay beyond the doors, what she was there for. She also could recall how her face had flamed, brilliantly with her embarrassment. It had only seemed to entertain him. The second visit had not been any easier and now, with the third? Dark eyes scrutinized as they looked between her and her ID. Her fingers toyed with the lace at the edge of her black sorts. They were short, really short. Small dark steel buttons held the closed at the front and she knew, without being able to see that the edge of her ass was hanging out. It had been intentional and she wondered if he noticed the change in her outfit. Short shorts, the black thigh highs with the lace that rose to meet the lace at the edge of the shorts. The tight, blood red blouse that clung to her torso, that framed her small breasts to their best. The outfit, the club? They were all Sariah’s fault and Morrigan was cursing her friend when the bouncer finally smiled, handing her the card back. Her cheeks heated and she took it, slipping it back into her pocket. Slipping past him, Morrigan let the darkness of the club cushion her. A shaky breath left her and she fought the urge to fidget. Worrying her lower lip, Morrigan took a moment to ease her nerves before slipping into the club deeper. The Edge of Curiosity was a club. Not just any sort of club, but a BDSM club. Sariah had convinced her to come the first time. Recalling the conversation she felt her lips curl slightly, picturing her friend’s face. "You'll love it! the guys there, omg, they're so hot. And when they push you against the wall and press their knees between your legs--girl, it feels so good. but you don't have to try anything before you're ready, okay? Just please, one night. I swear, you're gonna love it!" And so far, she’d been little more than a wallflower, watching the men and women of the club. Tonight though, she’d told Sariah she was ready for more. She wanted to try.. Part of the desire came from the fact that she was eighteen and a virgin. Not scandalous and far from religious. It wasn’t even some schoolgirl fantasy of her first time. Morrigan knew she wanted someone who knew how to touch her however. To leave her quivering, breathless.. A one night stand didn’t sound like a bad way to experience it either and with her curiosity about the darker side of sex? The kiss of pain, the freedom of letting go? Sariah found her first and when arms slipped around her waist, Morrigan froze and then laughed, the sound of her voice drowned out by the music. “You look hot Mori!” Her friend’s breath smelled like whiskey and she couldn’t help but laugh and turn in her arms. “Yeah?” Her dark eyes were far from dull. The brown of her eyes were like the deepest of forest pools in shadow. Sable; warm. Her lips curled slightly and slipping her arm around Sariah’s waist she allowed her friend to guide her toward her Dominant. David was handsome, but not really her type. His eyes trailed over her and he whistled. “Sariah told me what she’d picked out for you, but damn Mori!” While the words, the look held heat, they were more friendly than anything else. As if he was trying to rally her. A hand found her own and Sariah leaned closer, bending some to talk to her. Sariah was nearly six feet in heels, Morrigan was barely five one in heels. “I know you just got here, but we have a Dom lined up for you!” Swallowing thickly, Morrigan nodded. “Okay.” The nerves were back and Sariah pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t worry, remember you have a safe word. He will not do anything you don’t want, okay?” Five minutes later, Morrigan found herself alone in a dim room. The carpet was plush under her heels, the dusty purple complimenting the dark grey walls. Paraphernalia lay around the room, A padded chair with straps, a sex swing, a padded horse and a Saint Andrew's cross. One all held a variety of toys and tools. Finally a large canopy bed took up the far wall. The music here was lower, soft, calming even. Slowly as she walked toward the toys, her fingers running along a crop, she wondered what the night would bring. She trusted Sariah.. Even David. They told her she’d be taken care of and no matter what she said, Morrigan was curious.

 

[reverie.]

Marcus had been a regular at The Edge of Curiosity—The Edge, as he liked to call it—for almost a decade. He had met a lot of people, done a lot of things, and yet nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever surprised him more than when he saw his little sister's face among the crowd. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but no, it was definitely her. He would recognize that face anywhere. In the dark, in the distance, he would recognize it anywhere. The people she was there with called her Mori, but to him, she'd always be Fay. It had started as just a joke, with him comparing her bratty attitude growing up with the dark witch from Merlin, but the name had stuck. Sometimes he forgot it wasn't her actual name. But Morrigan had no business being there, or in any BDSM club. She was barely legal, a virgin as far as he knew, and certainly not cut out for this shit. She didn't have the faintest clue what it meant to be a submissive. And even if her friends had explained it to her, practicing it was something else entirely. Practicing BDSM wasn't something you could study. Reading about it won't make you succeed. It might help you, sure, but only experience will make you better. Marcus knew for a fact that his sister had no experience on the topic whatsoever. Hell, this was not the right place to lose your virginity. He'd paid close attention to her the other nights he'd seen her, but when her friend had taken her to one of the private rooms, he'd followed. There was no way in hell he was letting a random Dom touch her—hurt her. If she wanted to play submissive, he'd let her play submissive. If she thought she could handle it, he'd make it his mission to prove her wrong. Morrigan didn't know the first thing about submitting, so why she was even there to begin with was a mystery. How had her friend managed to convince her to come here? If it weren't for that ridiculous outfit she was wearing, she would have looked so innocent in that room filled with toys and furniture she had never seen before. He observed her from the door opening, his eyes wandering over her body, lingering perhaps a bit too long on her buttcheeks that were hanging out from under the shorts. Had she looked at herself in the mirror before she left home? "Put that down." His voice filled the room as his eyes tore into her and the crop she was studying. She probably couldn't handle one strike with that, at least not if he was wielding it. He took a step forward, closing the door behind him, locking it. No other Dom was joining this scene, not tonight. He locked his gaze on her from across the room; he did not look happy. "What exactly do you think you're doing here, Fay?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, observing her reaction. "Do you want to be a submissive, is that it?" His voice was harsh, mocking. He took a step towards her, then another. "I know you," he said, slowly closing the distance between them. "You're no sub." Morrigan had always been feisty—a brave, little brat—but she'd never struck him as someone capable or willing to obey orders, someone who was able to submit. Not even with a little bit of encouragement. "You don't have what it takes." Only a few feet left now. "And yet, here you are." A wicked grin spread across his lips as he shook his head in disbelief—or was it disappointment? She was so oblivious, so sweet., so. . . innocent. Marcus towered over her small frame, trapping her between the table and himself. It wasn't like she'd never seen him in black dress pants and a white shirt, but maybe not up close like this. And certainly not in a setting like this. "Tell me—" He leaned closer, tilting his head as he spoke in a deep voice. His fingers traced the hem of her ridiculously short shorts, outlining the curve of her ass. He was supposed to prove a point, but in reality, it was just an excuse to touch her—feel her. "Did you expect to get laid in these shorts?"

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[Bunny]

While her big brother was so sure that this wasn’t a place for her, Morrigan wanted more than a sloppy fuck with a guy who couldn’t get her off. Being submissive, she was unsure if that was for her. She wasn’t committing to a lifestyle though and wanted to try it. It seemed like a fun way to lose her v card.. It was exciting.. Thrilling even. Books had been read. Porn had been watched. The sight of it had aroused her, watching as a girl was face fucked, tears running down her face. When a girl’s ass was turned a bright beautiful red. Or when she was forced to cum again and again until her body was quaking and she was unable to stand one more. Some things she had tried on herself. To see how she coped with it. Clothes pins on her nipples while she fingered herself. A wand between her thighs while she spanked herself with a brush. Both of her little experiments had provided her with mind blowing orgasms and this was the next step. At least in her mind. Butterflies filled her stomach. She was really going to do this. It had all been explained to her by Sariah and David had promised to keep an eye on her. There were precautions in set up. All clubs had them. While it was never foolproof, this club, Morrigan had been promised, was better than most. Hell, while she was hoping to have sex tonight, it wasn’t even a guarantee. Gazing at the crop, she never heard the door open. It wasn’t until the voice barked at her from the doorway that she stilled. He might not have hit her physically, but his little sister jumped as if he had. Turning her heart in her throat she found Marcus standing at the door. The soft click wasn’t heard over the music. Wide eyed she gaped at him. Her cheeks burned as he asked her what she was doing. For a moment there was shame in her eyes. Then her jaw set and her shoulders straightened as he mocked her. Pretty eyes narrowed and her chin lifted as her arms crossed under her small breasts. One set, then another and she watched him come. Once he was closer, she finally answered. “Well I am not here for puppies and kittens, Marcus.” Two could play this game. Her own sweet, husky voice mocking in return. “I could be dominant.” She pointed out, her eyes flashing. Though, that wasn’t why she was here. Morrigan wanted to be used.. Fucked until she screamed. The press of her thighs even hinted at what she’d been hoping for. Her arousal. “Besides, maybe I want to be made to obey.” He was here too. Questioning her. “What are you here Marcus?” Had he followed her? No.. He couldn’t have. Which meant he was here for the same reason she was. Her eyes changed and for a moment, there was a calculating look to them. Her eyes swept over him slowly. Taking him in and her lips curled, the smile was sweet and wicked in equal measurements. “Or does the need to dominate or be dominated run in the family,” the next two words were enunciated, as playful as they were sinful. “B-i-g. B-r-o-t-h-e-r.”. Trapped. She was trapped between him and the table. She was used to him trying to use his height to intimidate her. Marcus was her big brother after all. The trail of his fingers along the edge of those too short shorts made her shiver, her lips parting as a breath escaped her. The soft feminine growl was given and she stepped in closer, refusing to back down. So she crowded his space and Morrigan leaned up on her toes, her lips brushing his ear. “No, Marcus. I expected to get fucked in these shorts.”

 

[reverie.]

Marcus was tempted to laugh at her attempt to mock him back, but he scoffed instead. "Oh, please. As if you have the guts to even try." He tilted his head to the other side, smirking as he leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers. He squeezed her buttcheeks, whispering against her lips. "Like i said, I know you." He pressed her closer to him, neither bothered nor embarrassed by the bulge that was forming in his pants. "And you don't know the first thing about obeying—you never have." If his little sister had woken up one morning and decided she wanted to explore another side of herself, this was not what he had expected her to explore. Of course, he knew dominants who enjoyed virgins, and not only because they were pure, but because they were inexperienced. Marcus had never liked virgins, but not for the reasons people thought. He didn't want to teach his subs how to do things—no, he wanted them to know exactly how to do something, but choose not to do it, so he could punish them. He couldn't trust virgins to know how to be disobedient; he couldn't trust them to push the right buttons. But he would make an exception for Fay. He knew she was still a virgin—she had to be. Besides, this was different. He was not there to punish her—or maybe he was—but to teach her a lesson; one that made sure she'd never set foot in any BDSM club ever again. One way or another, he'd make Morrigan realize she was not a submissive. Or rather, he was going to prove that she didn't have what it takes to be one. He leaned back a bit, narrowing his eyes at her, studying her. She didn't know the first thing about what it meant to be dominated, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him. She had no experience being a sub, and even if she'd read about it, nothing could prepare her for the actual thing. Whatever she had expected would happen in this room, he knew she'd be disappointed. Marcus was rarely distracted, but he'd never been so close to his little sister before, and she was barely clothes. His fingers were squeezing her butt, and his cock was twitching in his pants. But then her lips brushed against his ear, and the temperature in the room dropped. Marcus didn't know if it was his sister's voice, her tone, or her fucking words, but a flicker of something dark flashed across his eyes right before he grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him as he devoured her discomfort. Marcus had never shown this side of himself to her—or anyone in the family. Sure, they were at each other's throats all the time, but he had never laid a hand on her. At least not like this. He pulled her head further back, forcing her neck to remain in an awkward position. "Don't lie to me, Fay." His voice was a low, guttural growl. His eyes darkened again, and he pushed her against his hard cock. There was no denying that hurting her—even just a fraction—turned him on. He'd never thought he'd get the chance, let alone that he would enjoy it, but now he wanted more. "Do you want to get fucked or do you want to be dominated?" She should have known the difference between the two. He pressed his hand between her legs, outlining her folds through the fabric of her clothes. He'd feel her warmth soon enough. He barely gave her a chance to answer before he added, "Because if you just want to get fucked—" He pushed his pelvis forward, grinding his cock against her abdomen as if to prove a point. "This is not the right place. Do you understand?" Her big brother looked down at her with an authority he had never had over her. He held all the power, whether she'd given it to him or not. If she wanted to experience what it was like to be a submissive, he would do her the honor of granting her wish. ​

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[Bunny]

He always had a way of riling her, perhaps it was a sibling thing. That he was doing it here though? Morrigan’s jaw tightened, flexing as she ground her teeth. “I clearly have the guts, Marcus.” She was here, wasn’t she? In a dungeon room within a BDSM club. While the idea of being a dominant didn’t appeal to her, Morrigan clearly had the guts to show up. His lips nearly brushing her own, Marcus told her that he knew her. Her lashes lowered for a moment and when his Fay looked back up into his eyes, it wasn’t his innocent little sister, but the woman she was. That look screamed need.. Desire.. Sex. Even as he gripped her ass tighter, fingers digging into her flesh. Pressed her into his growing arousal. The fact that he was getting hard was surprising but not more surprising than the fact that feeling him growing hard turned her on. Marcus had only ever been her big brother. Fay couldn’t say she hadn’t ever thought about her big brother in a sexual way. It was like anything that turned someone on. There wasn’t a lot of control over it. Being fucked by her brother had been her deepest darkest secret, one that would never see the light of day. One she wouldn’t even admit to herself. Snorting softly she shifted closer, rising on her toes. Her lips did brush his as she spoke. “Obeying my big brother and obeying my dominant are not the same thing.” Fingers curled along his jaw, nails playing along his skin. “Now are they?” As a family, he was her annoying older brother. Of course she didn’t listen to a damn thing he said. It was a little sister’s job to be bratty and annoying. Hell, Fay was pretty sure it was written in the little sister handbook. Leaning back from her, she let her hand fall to his neck from his cheek, well aware that neither of them were touching the other like siblings should. He was bothered by her lack of experience and had Marcus shared his thoughts, she would have pointed out that it was why she was there. To learn. Books, talking online, porn and even self experimenting only could get her so far. Fay wanted.. Needed more. Perhaps she was letting it all get to her. The way he touched her. The way he was talking to her. It annoyed her and she wanted to get a rise out of him. So she had leaned close and told him that she wanted to be fucked in her too short shorts. She missed the dark flash in his eyes, but it was felt the moment his hand slid to her hair and fisted. Fay’s neck arced uncomfortably and her little gasp held surprise and something else. Discomfort? Desire? A combination of both. Marcus forced her head further, the discomfort deepening. Deeply aware of who was holding her, bending her to his will was the only reason his little sister didn’t moan. He wanted to scare her. Prove he was right and she was wrong. There was one little problem with that. He wasn’t and she wasn’t. Growling was not a sound she had ever heard him make, but it went straight to her core and without even touching herself, she knew she was getting wet. Some part of Fay’s mind knew she was damaged. Submissive was one thing, but to get off on the fact that it was her brother too? That was until he pushed her closer to him and she could feel his cock, harder than before. Her trembling breath came suddenly in an airy woosh. One strong hand cupped her sex and the moan she’d held back before slipped from her mouth. Needy and almost desperate. The small rock of her hips against his palm, creating delicious friction that licked along her nerves only drove that sound she’d made home. Any answer she might have given him verbally had vanished when Marcus had grabbed her. The second question though, hard her eyes lifting to his and though defiance flashed in her eyes, she answered the only way she knew how. The only way she wanted to. “Yes, Sir.” Yes, Sir. Those two words were not said like she was talking to a boss or a parental figure. No, the tone was all wrong. With trembling breath, heady desire and submission. But Fay had told him the truth. Being a submissive for her wasn’t about just obeying. It was in part about being made to. “Marcus?” His name was dark as she said it and saccharine “Does hurting me really make you that hard?” And there was his bratty little sister, poking his buttons. The difference was while she wanted a response.. She wanted one from the man before her. Who her brother was in this moment. A dominant.