My Friend's Brother Michael - Taboo Femdom Night
The Discovery
The room was cloaked in midnight's heavy hush, every sound sharpened in the stillness—Maya's soft, rhythmic snores beside me, the faint hum of the air conditioner, the creak of a floorboard under cautious steps. I lay on my side, the cotton of my sleep shirt clinging to my damp skin, wine still buzzing faintly in my veins, keeping sleep at bay. A prickle of instinct pulled my gaze to the door, ajar just enough for a shadow to slip through. My pulse quickened—not fear, but a spark of curiosity, sharp and electric.
I slid from the bed, bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, and there he was. Michael, Maya's nineteen-year-old brother, stood in the dim corner by my overnight bag, his lean frame hunched, dark hair falling into his eyes. In his trembling hands, my black lace panties—worn all day, musky with my scent—were pressed to his face. His chest rose in shallow, needy breaths, nose buried in the fabric, inhaling like it was his lifeline. Rage should have surged, but instead, a wicked heat bloomed low in my belly. He thought he could steal this moment, his little secret. But now? He's mine to unravel.
I stepped closer, letting the floor groan deliberately. His eyes snapped open, panic flooding his boyish face, the lace tumbling to the floor with a whisper-soft rustle. “Archana,” he gasped, voice a cracked whisper, barely audible over Maya's steady snores. His cheeks burned crimson, the faint cedar of his cologne mingling with the warm, musky scent of his nervous sweat.
“Shh,” I purred, my voice silk over a blade, glancing at Maya's sleeping form, her dark hair splayed like ink across the pillow. “Wake her, and she sees you like this.” My lips curled into a teasing smirk, watching him squirm, his eyes darting from me to the fallen panties. He'd been stealing glances at me for years—lingering looks when I visited, his crush painfully obvious. I'd ignored it. Until tonight. He's not just a boy with a crush anymore. He's prey, caught in my trap.
“I'm sorry,” he stammered, backing against the wall, hands trembling. “I didn't—”
“Didn't what?” I whispered, bending to retrieve the lace, the fabric warm and slightly damp from his grip. I dangled it before him, close enough for him to catch the faint, intimate scent again, his nostrils flaring helplessly. “Sniff my panties like a desperate little pervert?” His Adam's apple bobbed, shame and want warring in his wide eyes. He's already breaking, and I've barely begun.
The Trap
“Admit it,” I murmured, stepping so close our toes brushed, the air thick with his cedar and my arousal. “You love it.” He nodded, a small, jerky motion, his breath hitching. I grabbed the red silk scarf from my bag, its smooth texture sliding like a promise through my fingers. “Hands,” I commanded softly. He extended them, wrists quivering, and I looped the scarf around, tying it loose but firm, the silk whispering against his skin, chafing faintly as he tested it. Bound by his own desire. Mine to control.
“If Maya wakes,” I leaned in, my breath hot against his ear, the faint stubble on his jaw brushing my cheek, “she'll see you tied up, pathetic and hard for her friend.” His body tensed, a soft whimper slipping out, his eyes pleading but pinned to mine. I guided him backward, my hand firm on his chest, steering him to the foot of the bed—where Maya slept at the head, her snores a constant, oblivious rhythm. “Lie down,” I whispered, sharp and unyielding. He obeyed, lowering himself carefully, the mattress dipping with a faint creak that made my heart lurch. I watched Maya, her body still, her breathing even, unaware of the taboo unfolding inches away.
The Risk
Michael lay there, bound wrists on his chest, his t-shirt clinging to his lean frame, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His eyes were glassy, desperation creeping in, lips parted in short, shaky exhales. I climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the soft comforter, positioning myself over his face. The air grew heavy, scented with my musk and his nervous heat. I lowered slowly, my cotton panties—warm, soft, already damp—hovering just above his nose. “You wanted to sniff so badly,” I teased, voice a breathy murmur. “Do it now. Inhale me. Right here.”
His eyes fluttered shut, a shuddering groan muffled as he pressed his nose to the cotton, inhaling deeply. The fabric yielded to his touch, my skin hot and flushed beneath it, the scent of my arousal filling his lungs—musky, feminine, forbidden. His breaths were loud in the quiet, each inhale a textured rasp, warm against my thighs. He's drowning in me, helpless, exactly where I want him. His hips twitched under the covers, a helpless jerk, his body betraying his need.
“Quiet,” I hissed, fingers tangling in his sweaty, soft hair. “Sniff. Obey.” He complied, nose pressing harder, the cotton growing slick with my arousal and his breath. The sensation was maddening—his warm exhales, the faint scratch of his stubble on my inner thighs, the soft drag of fabric against my sensitive skin. His hips lifted slightly, straining against nothing, a low, frustrated whimper vibrating against me. I reached back, palming him through his thin shorts, the hard, throbbing length of him hot under my hand, pre-cum soaking a warm, wet spot. He bucked into my touch, a strangled gasp muffled against the cotton, his bound wrists straining, silk chafing his skin.
“Not for you,” I whispered, stroking just enough to tease, never enough to release. He thinks he can chase relief, but I decide what he gets. Nothing. His hips jerked again, helpless, eyes glassy with frustration, pupils blown wide in the dim light. “Lick,” I commanded softly, tugging his hair. His tongue emerged, tentative, pressing flat against the damp cotton. The texture—rough, wet, warm—sent sparks through me, my thighs trembling against his cheeks. I rocked slowly, the bed creaking faintly, Maya's snores hitching once but steadying. His licks grew urgent, the cotton clinging slickly to my folds, my arousal soaking through, making every stroke more intense.
Maya stirred, her leg shifting under the sheets, inches from us. My heart stopped, and I pressed down harder, smothering Michael's face, his nose and mouth buried in the slick fabric. His breaths came in hot, panicked bursts, tongue working frantically, the fear of discovery sharpening every sensation—the slick slide of cotton, the salty tang of his sweat, the pounding of my pulse. He's mine, trapped, desperate, and Maya's right there. The risk is everything.
The Release
When the heat built too high, I pulled the panties aside, the cool air a shock against my heated flesh. His nose nudged the soft nub of my clit, sending sharp tingles up my spine with every shaky breath he took. Each brush of his tongue circled lower, teasing before darting back up, leaving my clit throbbing, swollen, aching. When his tongue pressed lower, dipping into the slick heat of my entrance, the wet glide made my thighs tremble. Every shallow stroke teased, pulling a desperate ache deeper inside me. I rocked against him, grinding his mouth into me, the bridge of his nose grinding my clit while his tongue filled me in fluttering strokes. My body tightened, every muscle strung taut as the pressure coiled sharp and hot.
The climax tore through me, sudden and fierce, my hips jerking uncontrollably as I clamped down on his face. My clit throbbed against his nose, my walls spasming around the wet tip of his tongue. I bit my lip hard, smothering the cry rising in my throat, spilling into his mouth in pulsing waves that left me shaking. The scent of us hung thick in the air, musky and raw, my skin flushed and tingling as I lifted off him, legs trembling.
Michael lay wrecked—face glistening with my essence, chest heaving, lips parted in ragged gasps. His erection strained painfully against his shorts, hips twitching futilely, eyes glassy with unfulfilled need, a soft, frustrated whimper escaping as he shifted, chasing a release I'd never give. He's aching, denied, marked by me. He'll carry this frustration for days.
The Aftermath
I untied the scarf, silk whispering free, and leaned close, my breath ghosting his ear. “Next time you think about sniffing my panties,” I whispered, “remember tonight. You're mine now.”
Slipping back beside Maya, her warm, sleeping body oblivious, I let the memory of his desperation linger. The faint creak of Michael retreating to his room, the soft hitch in his frustrated breaths, replayed in my mind. He'll lie awake, throbbing, replaying every moment, knowing I own him. Maya's snores filled the quiet, her body shifting slightly against mine, unaware of the secret pulsing in the dark. I closed my eyes, my skin still humming, savoring the power, the control, the delicious certainty that Michael would ache for me long after this night, his body and mind claimed by the memory of my dominance. The heat of my release lingered, a quiet pulse between my thighs, and I smiled, knowing I'd left him marked, wanting, and utterly mine.
