Stepbrother Jerk

My stepbrother could be a jerk. He hadn’t always been, at least, not at first, but things had changed over the five years we’d known each other, and this time, when I’d screwed up, he knew he had me. I got caught partying, again, and I knew the consequences, so when Jace offered me an out, I had no choice but to accept. His terms: one weekend of submission. To him. One weekend where he owned me. The thought of it, of me, at his mercy, burned. He knew it too, I could see it in the smirk on his face. But I agreed. I had no idea what lay in store for me, but the one thing I did not expect was that I’d like it. That I’d like his dominance. That I’d want it, want him, more than anything else in the world.