Cupid's Captive

An eBook By Reese Gabriel.

John turned and was immediately stunned by a vision of feminine beauty, not at all the kid he remembered. "Steffy?"

He couldn't help but be dazzled by the picture: green eyes to bring a man to his knees, silky raven's wing tresses piled seductively on her head, the cute figure so perfectly accentuated in a short, sparkly silver skirt and a matching top, tight across her ample bosom and more than a little revealing of her flat, lightly tanned stomach.

There was a diamond in her belly button, a single piercing on a silver rod, tiny and made of cool steel. Her little pink ears were pierced by silver hoops. Her lips were painted a silvery pink, liquid and glossy; they made him thirst deep within.

"It's been a while, Uncle John." She gave him a hug. The warmth and energy of her was overpowering. This was a woman's body now, molded, instinctively seeking to fit with a male's.

John broke the connection short. Shit, he was getting a hard on.

"You look good," she said, her voice a bit too sultry for comfort.

And you look like a goddess, he wanted to reply.

"He's had a lot of cosmetic surgery, sis," Carl piped up. "Don't let him fool you."

"He doesn't need it, big brother," she said, looking John in the eye. "Never will."

John's pulse kicked up a notch.Was she flirting with him?

"Oh, great." Carl rolled his eyes. "Just what I need. Someone else pumping up John's ego. I can barely work with him now."

Carl gave Steffy a kiss on the cheek. "Oh, well. Gotta run. You mind your manners and do what Uncle John tells you."

A shiver went down John's spine as he thought of the young woman complying with some of the very X-rated commands on his mind at the moment. She was certainly old enough, though probably not submissive.

Anyway, she was off limits. Too young and practically family to boot. She called him uncle, for crying out loud.

"So...you ready for a night out with the brat?" she said after Carl was gone. She was smiling slanted, eyes challenging.

"I am sorry you overheard that," John said.

"I'm not," she replied, her emerald eyes dancing, full lips moving into a pout. "I like being a brat."

The blood filled John's cock. Steffy was appealing to him at a visceral level.Did she realize just what she was messing with here? Brats had a special place in the world of dominance and submission. They were women who taunted strong men, crossing the line in hopes of being dragged across the knee, pretty little skirts flipped up and panties pulled down...

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