Author's Note & Trigger Warning
Dear reader, if you have read chapters 1 & 2 of this novella you should know by now this story is a femdom romance between a rich legitimately born sister, and a poor illegitimately born brother, the first of whom knows that the two are kin, and the second of whom does not. There is a strong sexual attraction between the two, particularly from the brother towards sister, and there will be slowly growing emotional attraction as well. But regardless of that through the storyline the sister remains motivated to wrap her brother around her little finger, and keep him wrapped, so she can be cruel to him and yet keep him coming back for more. So together with more honey pleasure, there will be more vinegar teasing, humiliation, and denial as well. That said, characters evolve, and there may eventually be a happy-for-now ending for the couple. I am happy to have as many readers as there are people who enjoy my stories, but if some of the these themes are not for you, don't waste your time and get angry about it, simply move on and read something else. The rest of you, I hope you enjoy the incest, the femdom, and the romance, all of which are moving forces in this storyline.
Chapter 3
Ashley knew she had taken a risk in pulling the soccer ball from the penalty spot just as Richard was about to score a goal. In leaving him blue balled and half nude 40 miles away from home. But in her view it was a worthwhile calculated risk that the ensuing feeling of shock and awe would be greater than the recoil from wounded self-love. It was her experience most men were susceptible to hot and cold strategies. To, more precisely, tease and denial strategies. And that they were quite willing to swallow the bitter pill of humiliation if delivered with a spoonful of honey pleasure. It was just a matter of calibration. And when it worked, you conditioned them to link the two things together, the pleasure and the humiliation. Then you could even withdraw the traditional sources of pleasure, and they basically started experiencing the pleasure from the humiliation alone. Like a Pavlovian dog salivating from the sound of a metronome. And risk was something she was comfortable with since, as her financier father would say, fortune favors the bold. In any case, she would know for sure in a few days when Richard texted her again. But she was confident he would.
In the meantime she needed to better stay abreast of what her father was up to. And just continuing to show up at home and rifling thought his files was not going to cut it. So she needed another source of information. An informant. A mole. And among the team of investigators, attorneys, bankers and the like whose names were in her father's reports Ashley knew who was the most vulnerable. And would be easiest to exploit.
That was Charles Miller. Who was a Windsor University MBA graduate of about 30yo who was a lecher, and happened to have the hots for her. He also was a junior member of her family's private banking team, who also happened to be the manager of her own trust fund. His name was among those in her father's paperwork, even if it was low down the list. But the fact he would be easy as pie to exploit made up for that. If Miller didn't pan out, she could, and probably would anyway, secure a second mole. But she would start with Miller. So to that effect she called his offices back home.
"Good morning, Helvetia Capital Management."
"Good morning, this is Ashley Broek. I need an appointment with Charles Miller tomorrow at 11am."
"Oh hello Ms Broek! I can have Charles call you back this afternoon."
"No, it needs to be in person, and my soonest available is tomorrow."
"Oh! Ok. Let me see... Guess what, I see his prior tomorrow at 11am just canceled. So he will be expecting you!"
"Thank you."
Finally said Ashley and hung up. She didn't want to give the prick any kind of heads up of what this was going to be about, which is why she had not called or emailed him directly. But it certainly helped to be her father's daughter to clear the young lecher financier's calendar.
The next day she did a scan of her closet to choose her weapons of the day. Again, she needed suitable arms and armor of seduction and subjugation. So she picked a short hemmed and short sleeved slinky blue dress that was quite provocative but looked suitable for a girl like her to spend the day doing business or going to a country club party. And she paired it with a pair of fuck-me blue stiletto pumps. What the heck, she threw in a pair of thigh highs too. Blue shadow and red lipstick were the central components of her makeup. And in her hair, she made an elegant bun held together by an exquisite metal stick which she loved, since it always gave her the impression it could serve as a deadly weapon in a pinch. Not that she would need to assassinate anybody, today at least. But the idea she could, made her feel powerful, in control. And that was important. The whole ensemble would keep Miller's eyes in two places, her red lips, and her svelte legs and delicate feet. And that is where she wanted his attention. And with that she went to her car, started the engine, and left for her 3hrs drive back to a town neighboring her hometown.
For her driving, particularly her luxury European convertible, was a pleasure. So she was actually energized when she got to the high rise glass curtain wall office building that housed Helvetia Capital Management and other financial firms. The view of the blue expanse of the Sound was impressive from the glass walled elevator as she rode up.
"Good morning Ms. Broek. Charles is ready to see you."
Said the executive assistant as she let Ashley in.
"Oh hello Ashley! You are exquisite as usual. The true Miss Constitution in my mind. I am always glad to see you!"
Said Charles to Ashley. And what an idiot, thought Ashley.
"Sit down, please."
He added.
"I believe your usual regular expenses are all taken care off. Tuition, cards, condo fees. And your investments are doing excellent. So how can I help you?"
"Charles. It has come to my attention that my father has a special project going. A special family investigative project. And that you are part of it. I need you to keep me abreast."
Said Ashley as she first crossed her legs like a Goddess. Then she uncrossed them, paused for emphasis, then crossed them again the opposite direction.
"Aaaa... Ashley, your father always has several projects going..."
"Charles, don't waste my time, or waste yours. You know which project I am talking about."
"Well, if you want to be kept more abreast of your family's various projects with this office I am sure we can accommodate that. Let me consult..."
Started out Charles. But Ashley decided he clearly needed a little more persuasion. So she pushed back her chair. Got up. Walked around Charles' desk. And, legs stretched out, leaned on the edge of his side of the desk, just beside him. There her thigh brushed against his, as she crossed one ankle over the other, and began to slowly, seductively rock her elevated foot left and right.
Charles tensed in his chair. But he did not move an inch or say anything. Other than to check Ashley out from head to toe. Ogling all her lines and curves. Breasts, hips, waist, pelvis. Her long slim legs almost completely uncovered by her short hemline. Her feet in those sexy pumps. One of them rocking sideways as if to charm a snake.
"You have a stunning view from here."
Said Ashley looking out the window behind the desk.
"Ashley..."
"It is Ms. Broek to you!"
Snapped back Ashley.
"Ms. Broek. I... can't... don't have the authority..."
Began to plead Charles. Even as he admitted knowledge. We are getting somewhere, thought Ashley. But not far enough. So then she lifted her right foot back up, and parting her thighs like a drawing compass to a 45 degree angle, placed that right foot in between Charles thighs on the chair, as she left her left leg fixed on the ground right where it was. The split thighs pulled her hemline higher, till it barely covered her crotch and the lacy top of her thigh highs became exposed. The young financier held on to his armrests so tight his fingernails threatened to pierce them.
"Charles, I am sure you can find a way to make yourself indispensable to the project."
Then, pushing the toe of her pump further up Charles's chair, she began to rub his manhood with it. Basically shoe jobbing him through the pants with it.
"Keep me abreast, and I am sure I can find a way to reward you..."
Charles thought that was permission to begin to collect a prepayment on the reward. So he reached with his hands for Ashley's svelte leg, but before he closed the former over the later Ashley snapped at him.
